Beast looks down at the roof as she bounds outwards and sails down quietly to the roof, landing quietly. Bails turns looking at Beast with a glare "Welcome home" she'd mutter Beast bites her lip as her jaw is shut tightly, clenched in frustration as her piercing red eyes stared at Bails murring darkly, "I told you I'd be here." Beast was rather pissed off and her hand came up to her own neck, now feeling at the collar that was on her neck, running her hand over it while her other hand, down at her side, clenched in a fist. Amrys would hurry inside to vote, practically dancing as she hovers her finger over button after button. Then as the room cleared, she'd finally choose! She hurries back out, peeling off the backing of her vote sticker and presses it on her bandages. Bails watches Beast, very little emotion showing on her face. She'd point to the couch, "Sit, you and I are going to have a chat" she'd say matter of factly Jes eyes over Beast with a frown, following that gesture to her neck didn't improve the look... glancing past her to Bails before glancing over at the person on the crutches near the low wall, glancing around to everyone else since they had apparently showed up while she was inside voting and nobody had stopped them. Beast nods, eyes looking atound as she mrred, "Shall we?" Now she stands motioning for Bails to move first, ready to fall in behind her with a large and bitter frown on her face. Niobe turns to go, not really wanting to listen to Beast gether ass chewed off. She pats V and heads over the side. Amrys watches Beast and Bails, surprised, and of course curious as ever. Volpe wants to follow Nio, but her dress isn't suited to jumping.. Bails walks toward the couch. She stand there waiting for Beast to sit there Beast follows and stands next to the couch, not sitting. She'd been on her ass for a little too long and didn't feel any need to go back down on it. Now staring at Bails saying, "Before I'm hung on the cross because you don't approve of who I am, let me say that what I do in my time is what I do. I love my Pride, however I cannot live for only my Pride, there's more to me than that. But, proceed." Bails stares at her shaking her head, "Beast I don't really give a fuck what you do on your own time until it threatens this Pride so dial back on the attitude" she'd exhale slowly "Your aware I got shot recently yes? By someone from the Pack." Amrys perks her ears, surprised. It explained a lot, though. She walks along the perimeter of the roof to near Jes and Volpe. Beast holds her hands up defensively, "I haven't done anything to the Pack, you know that. Whatever they're telling you now is bullshit." She merrowled this at Bails and drops her hands, staring darkly but intently, "Why do you ask?" Bails's eyes narrow on Beast "So your gonna tell me that you and Kiri didn't kick the shit out of Tanner, that you didn't go after Fauna and that you didn't threaten Ayr?" Beast shrugs, "That was the past. I swear on my life that I haven't passed a glance in Tanner's direction in -months- as far as Fauna goes... well she was too close to the Den and wouldn't get down. Threatening Ayr though, I will admit to you that I did it, and I'd do it everyday until that pussy can grow a pair and realize that he should watch his tongue. I didn't threaten him first, I just retaliated to him telling me he owed me a few broken noses and ribs. You were there." Jes watches the pair talk, not saying a thing, just interested to hear this. Cat mutters softly, "Wasn't Ayr the lunatic who used to sit on lamp posts swearing he'd kill every catwalker?" Bails nods "Your right, I was here when you threatened him. I don't know what your problem with them is Beast but these two gunshot wounds I'm sporting are yours. Your feud with Ayr and the Pack." she'd ignore Cat's comment. "I've had enough Beast. Stay away from the Pack. Don't even look at them. No one else is going to get hurt because you can't control your temper and your hate" Amrys listens quietly, gaze flicking between Bails and Beast. Beast shrugs, "I hate posers who think they're some great warrior, especially when they threaten to harm me. As far as being shot goes, send their bullets to me, gladly, so I can go feral and tear people like Ayr apart." She shrugs, being shot wasn't some dramatic event that needed to be retold many times oer. But Beast was basically used to being shot now saying, more curiously, "Are you sure you're not over reacting to being shot? Honestly, I mean -no- disrespect but you're a Wrath, and obviously going to be a more important target than me, so why do you think it's always my fault? You know I'm not the only person who interacts with them, it's just they're arrogant. I don't like presumed arrogance, it pisses me off, and when they talk down on me I ma

Most likely a "Handy Andy" tool set, a gift for my birthday, circa age 10, 1977.