CUTTING Tensions

[x|SHAWN DREAMER|x]

Dressed in all white, Shawn Dreamer is spotted to walk down the corridor, with a stern look on his face. Unshaved and sore, the Hardcore Prince walk past the patrons around him, not even bidding them hello. He stops in front of the door bearing the nameplate "KAHLAN CLARKSON" and walks right in, not even caring to knock or whatsoever.

Walking inside the den of the Ladder Queen, the Floridian finds his partner to be seated over the couch, lost in the pages of a Vogue magazine. The sight of the diva brings up a scowl on the Prince's face, before he shouts out loud, bursting out with his emotions channelled to words.

"WHAT'S THE MATTER WITH YOU?!"

The scream takes Kahlan out of the pages and gets her to roll her eyes up, locking them onto that of Dreamer.

"What's the whole deal here, aye? You haven't been receiving my calls, replying to my text, or anything! You know well that you can't bite your tongue forever, and I, for one, want to know what took over you last week! I was trying to make a statement out there against those looney bins along with you, before you decided to bail out on me!"

"So?!"

"SO?!"

Shawn, placing his hands around his waist, throws a glare at Ms. Clarkson.

"I demand answers here, K, and I want them now!"

TBC;

[Brad Windsor]

Kahlan looks up at Shawn with a challenging stare, as if daring Shawn to keep pressing the issue. Dreamer however, returns the glare with more heat and it is surprisingly Kahlan’s resolve that for once breaks in the stare down. She drops the mag down on the floor and stands up. She tries to speak but fails, unconsciously she flicks her eyes down for a second staring at a spider ring she was toying with in the palm of her hand.

“You know Shawn? We’ve come a long way you and me and I guess I do awe you an apology at the very least. Sorry pal for walking out on you like that, but don’t take it personal. I had a good reason for it.”

Shawn takes a step forward grabbing Kahlan by the upper arm to stop her from passing him by as she tried to walk away.

“What POSSIBLE reason could there be for you to do that, apart from you trying to stab our back and do a double cross over?! Is this about me and Dom? Is this because we’ve been the Champions and you feel you’ve been neglected or something? Trust me I know a few things about women; I bet this has something to do with jealousy. Is that right Kahlan? Are you… are you jealous of us?”

“I’m pregnant.”

Shawn’s mouth falls open and he snatches his own hand away and off of Kahlan as if it was on fire.

“WHAT?!”

But instead of an answer Kahlan walks out of the door without muttering another word.

END

[Desperado]

O.O!!!

I swear it wasn't me...

[Brad Windsor]

^.^

[Public Enemies]

Nice RP.

[Jack Tracks]

IS IT TOMMY'S?!

Oh wait...wrong Dreamer...

[Psychotic Circus]

.............Pregnant? Jesus.

[Desperado]

If it were Haven, I would say God, but considering Kahlan comes from Newcastle, I say its Gaza.