Room 316; Saturday Afternoon [ 06/04 ].

Jun 04, 2011 19:57

Upon waking in a strange place, the Beeast found himself filled with a powerful rage. Granted, the Beast was filled with rage whenever he woke up, regardless of where he was, but this situation was exceptionally maddening. This was not his castle; this was not his chamber, so small and utterly lacking in his usual finery (as shredded and broken and torn as they were by now). With a great, powerful roar, he upended the bed he had previously occupied. He also overturned the other bed in the room, for good measure. Desks were cleared with a sweep of an arm and a clatter, and another angry roar unleashed. And then, turning over the dresses, tearing the bedsheets and the curtains and whatever else may cross his path.

Worst of all was the mirror; when the Beast caught his reflection in it, he stared at how completely hideous he was. He felt a stab of pain before the anger welled up again and the glass shattered into a thousand shards around him.

And where was the rose? Where was it? If anything should happen to it, he was doomed! His claws started ripping through the clothes spilled on the ground, through the drawers, into the mattresses.

He couldn't help it!

There was so much RAAAAAGE!!

[[ let's pretend that I didn't work earlier today and this went up more around afternoon. Anyway, door and post are totally open especially to investigate the noise and the RAAAAAGE! ]]
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