[CLOSED] goodbye means nothing at all.

[chandler teague rowlf]

"What are you even talking about?" He asked, eyeing his coffee like a hawk. He was tempted to go out and get a burst of energy in another way. He loved coffee, but what he was, he loved blood even more. He stretched his legs out, glancing back at the blank TV.

"Maybe I don't like girls. You may be fucking her, but I'm not jumping on that bandwagon. Fuck that. You can have it." He shook his head. He was still grossed out by women. Everything about them was disgusting to him.

[terance jayrod rowlf]

"I wasn't talking about the fucking girl, God damn. And for your fucking information I haven't had sex since I broke up with my girl friend when dad lit me fucking fire okay? Your the one who wanted me to have a kid yeah? Well for your information I'm out, I don't talk to people anymore." He took another swallow, staring at the blank TV. He had.work tomorrow, should probably at least feed before then to be safe.

[chandler teague rowlf]

"Says the guy with a girl loving all over him." Chandler said. "I'm gonna go get the newspaper." He said, something he said every morning. It was the one thing Chandler always looked forward to. He loved the funnies. He opened the door and there was a box.

"I didn't know it was Christmas." He said, then drew his eyebrows. "I don't know shit anymore." He said flatly, looking down at the box with 'C. T. Rowlf' stamped on it. He tore the tape off, realizing there was clothes inside.

"I'm confused, but I'm going to pretend I know why my clothes are out on the stoop."

[terance jayrod rowlf]

Terance growled. "Because she was there when you weren't," He breathed flatly. He watched him get uo, shrugged. "Not like you have a place to say or any belongings with you, you had them come and tell me you weren't coming back, Chandler. I don't know what you did exactly but I'm getting fucking sick of feeling like I don't know you anymore." He finished his coffee and got up to toss the cup. "I'm going hunting." He was pissed and starved, the only time he was outright okay with going and draining someone. But in such a bad mood, he would probably end up killing them.

[chandler teague rowlf]

Chandler just shook his head. He leaned against the balcony, looking over the edge. He had a box of belongings from he didn't know where, a brother who obviously hated him now, and nowhere to go. 'There's no such thing as nowhere. You just have to figure out how to carry a box of shit.' He thought, and started trying to figure it out. He knew when he wasn't welcome somewhere, and he wasn't welcome to stay with Terance.

He started picking at his nails again, pulling the skin from around them. His hand bled a bit, but he didn't care, just watched it pool and drop to the pavement below.

[terance jayrod rowlf]

Terance chewed on his lip absently, stepping over. He stood next to Chandler quietly, gazing out across the parking lot. He let out a slow breath. "I'm sorry Chan," He whispered. "I'm just frustrated and lost, and honestly scared to death of you walking out again...last time ended up being far longer than I ever dreamed of.." He cast a look at him. "I..got a problem with anger, therapist says it's because I hold everything in so much, avoid interaction with so mamyllny people." He shrugged. "Been that way since I got out of the hospital... You're not the only one with problems." He managed a faint smile. "Come on... You can out that in your room.." He bit his lip, wondering if this was perhaps what he had been waiting for, the reason he had rented a two bedroom. Maybe it had given him a little more hope.

[chandler teague rowlf]

"I will.. I just wanna stay out here a little more.. I hate being cooped up indoors." He shrugged, watching the blood drip onto the pavement a moment longer before he put his finger in his mouth. He tapped his fingers on the balcony, wasn't looking forward to going inside. Inside always felt so confined, even if he was in a ball room.

"You go hunt and I'll be here when you get back, okay?" He didn't want to make any promises, but didn't want to make his brother any madder. He rubbed at his face, then leaned down, picking up his box. He carried it inside to the spare bedroom and sat it in the corner.

[terance jayrod rowlf]

Terance bit his lip. "And if your not..?" He murmured, just waiting fir it to happen, for him to walk out again. He walked inside, pulling on jeans and a shirt. He wouldn't be long, hated feeding no matter how amazing it tasted. "Be back.." Watching his feet, he left, and even though it was daylight he soon had a victim, drawing her back to a confined area to feed. He managed not to kill her, but hunger grew at the taste of blood, and by the time he returned, his shirt was stained from his ruthless feeding.

[chandler teague rowlf]

Chandler was hanging his clothes slowly up in the closet, not really worried about what he had to do. He heard the door open, but didn't come out. He could smell the blood from the moment his brother walked in, and his stomach growled all over again. He slowly finished with his clothes, then walked out of his room. He saw his brother and managed a smile before he walked into the kitchen to get a bottle of water.

[terance jayrod rowlf]

Terance pulled off his shirt, tossing the dark material in the hamper of dirty laundry, wiping off his chest and chin. He managed a faint smile back, pulling on another shirt. Even though he was fit, built, he hated people seeing his scarred body. He coughed huskily, clearing his throat and stretching, in a far better mood now that he wasn't so hungry.