[b][i]Hell Hath No Fury Like and Angry Woman[/i][/b] [b]Inside the Dojo Residences, Dojo, Tatakai[/b] [i]She’d cloaked the pain in her anger, something she’d always done. Tara Jennings stormed through the wet cobblestone streets and towards the home that she had rented for herself and Miles so that they would have a place to stay at the Dojo. The rain had picked up as the woman walked back to the home, drenching her completely by the time she’d gotten the door open. She walked inside and slammed the door behind her, throwing Miles’ helmet to the floor. Stomping up the stairs, she went into her room and slammed the door. Taking off all of her weapons and gear, she simply tossed it all onto her bed, before she changed out of her soaked clothes. She opted for a sweatshirt Rose had given to her and a pair of sweatpants, something dry and warm. She walked back downstairs, and stood in the center of the living room before going to lock the door, and flopping down on the couch. Tara curled herself up beneath the throw blanket and no longer did she hold back tears. She made not a sound, but she buried her face in the pillows. What Miles hadn’t realized was that his prior statement about Tara not being his sister had hurt far more than he had intended it to. While the two were not blood relatives, Tara, despite her consistent bullying of the teenager, considered him a brother. He’d been there for her during some really rough times, and she’d been there for him. For him to say something that in her eyes tossed it all away was painful to her, to say the least. And so she sat alone in the house, silently crying, and letting it out. Meanwhile, Miles had set off to find her in the wake of his comment, walking alone and in the rain. He sighed, silently cursing himself for saying something like that. He didn’t mean it, it just came out in the heat of the moment with her and the other woman tagging on him. Quite frankly, he was surprised that Tara had gotten so mad about it, normally she didn’t really care what he said. Maybe there really was someone down inside behind her whole hardass masquerade. He made it back to where the two of them had been staying, only to find the door locked and that he didn’t have a key. Jiggling the lock, he sighed, and slumped down against the doorway as the rain continued to pick up. His hair was plastered to his face, and he had started to shiver as the wind picked up. He was really beginning to wish he hadn’t let Tara get hold of his helmet. Miles could have broken the door in his exo, but that just meant they’d have to pay for another one, and so, he remained where he was, silently sitting and waiting, hoping that Tara wasn’t going to leave him out in the rain all night. Inside, the woman had heard Miles jiggle the doorknob and knock, but she ignored it. She was not about to forgive him so quickly.[/i] [spoiler]Open. Probably should get Miles inside or something.[/spoiler]