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Post by Harli on Apr 23, 2010 21:07:29 GMT -5
OOC: This is my first RP in how long now? Let's not try to figure it out, shall we?
BIC: New Orleans was stuck in a doldrum. The humidity was absolutely oppressive, only made worse by the cloudless sky and the hot sun beating down. A sane person would've been indoors in the air-conditioning, or at least in the shade, but Harli Barkers was no sane person. She was too busy making her living scouring the alleyways in search of usuable items. At the moment, she'd found a battered old fedora, a nylon pigging string, and a box of firecrackers. The cattle dog drug a magnifying glass and tossed it into the box without a second thought and went back to scavenging. Behind her, the heat and light from the lens lit one of the wicks, setting off the entire box of firecrackers with a loud explosion. Harli ducked behind the garbage cans with a loud screech. "Help! Murder! Assassination attempt! We're under attack!"
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Post by Charmyte on Apr 23, 2010 21:19:38 GMT -5
(OOC: Hurrah, RP!)
Out of the shadows, Mickey rushes to the alley. He knew that Frisco was boring, but he never thought his first day in New Orleans would be as eventful. As he slide into the alleyway, he saw the explosions of firecrackers.
"Hey! Is anyone back there?" Mickey yelled. "You, uh, might want to get away from the firecrackers!"
Mickey doubled back to his cozy spot to grab his bucket filled with water. While he had worked hard to get the water, he thought dousing the firecrackers was more important. Mickey rushed back to the alley, bucket in paw. He splashed the water on the firecrackers, and in one last boom, the explosions stop.
Mickey calls out. "Is anybody there?"
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Post by Harli on Apr 23, 2010 22:07:27 GMT -5
Harli crawled out from behind the trashcans, eyes wide, fur slightly singed, and a battered old gumbo pot on her head like a helmet. She glanced over at the newcomer. "Uh, yeah. Thought that might be a good idea. Don't think there's anyone else but me, though." She reached over to the smoldering box and removed the fedora. It had a few scorch marks and it was now soaking wet, but still servicable. The cattle dog brushed it off, tossed the gumbo pot on the ground, and set the hat on her head. "So, uh, you new 'round here?"
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Post by Charmyte on Apr 23, 2010 23:28:25 GMT -5
"Yeah, just hitched a ride from San Fransisco." Mickey looked at the fur of the mysterious cattle dog. "Trust me, scorched fur will fall out eventually. So, aside from randomly detonating firecrackers, is there anything else worth seeing around here? I know of this meat truck leaving for Detroit in a few days, and I want to stay where life is interesting. By the way, my name is Tsogung Micakalavich the Twelve. But just call me Mickey."
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Post by Soapy on Apr 24, 2010 10:06:01 GMT -5
Soapy had heard the explosion. In fact, it had woken her from a sound sleep while she was under the dock in the cool sand. She had gone to the beach with Toby and his sister Maria and while they swam, Soapy went off to relax. It wasn't that she didn't like water. In fact, she loved it. It was the fact that it was only May and the water still had it's winter chill. She honestly didn't know how humans did it. They had no fur. Soapy had much rathered to go under the cool dock dig a hole in the sand and then lay in it to keep cool.
Soapy nearly jumped when she heard the explosions and when she bolted up and looked behind her, she could tell the humans, including Toby and Maria were very disturbed by it. Soapy ran as fast as she could out from under the dock and up the small wooden stairs that led onto the beach, ignoring Toby's calls. She HAD to find out what that was. Thoughts flew through her mind as she ran down the streets, keeping to the shady areas of what possibilities could be making that sound. Was it terrorists? The army? An invasion? Gang members? Were they here to blow up New Orleans and possibly kill people? Soapy's heart raced from both the adrenaline and fear.
She them heard them stop. Stop? Why had they stopped? Had whoever made the sound run out of ammunition or bullets? She trotted up to the alley where Mickey and Harli were, sensing them. Oh no, she thought. The humans had gotten to the dogs. What if they were hurt or worse, dead? She bolted bravely into the alley, shaking like crazy at what she might find. What she did find shocked her. A cattle dog and a Lhapsa Apso both there. Alive. She breathed a sigh of relief and suddenly realized she was interrupting them. "I er, I'm sorry to interrupt", said Soapy. "But I heard explosions and I thought it was an assassin, or the army, or a gang, or terrorists. Or worse. A gang OF terrorists! I thought they were here to blow up New Orleans or hurt people and animals. When I smelled you guys I thought you were dead." It was then Soapy saw the pile of fire crackers on the ground. She thingyed her head to one side then sniffed them. "Wait", said Soapy. "There are firecrackers. Did the humans attack you guys with fire crackers?" It was then Soapy caught Harli's scent on them. It was faint over the yucky smell of the singed fire crackers but it was still there. "Hey it was you", said Soapy, looking towards Harli. Were you trying to hurt someone? Are YOU the army, terrorist, gang member who did this?" Soapy backed up and eyed both of them. "Or were you guys in it together?"
(OOC-Yea. Sorry if it sucks. And yes, Soapy can be a bit of a tool sometimes even though she's very smart. It's only when she's scared does her mind go wild. And lol, somebody play the Batman theme or something. I made Soapy look like Wonderdog. Nah nah nah nah nah nah nah nah nah nah.....>SOAPY! LOL)
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Post by Harli on Apr 24, 2010 15:04:16 GMT -5
"Tsogu-what?" She gave herself a shake, trying to clear her mind. The fedora fell off and landed at her feet. "Don't think I could pronounce that if my life depended on it. Well, Mickey, welcome to Louisiana. I'm Harli. New Orleans ain't got much as far as architecture or landmarks goes, but if you're looking for great food and a good time, the French Quarter is the place to be. If you like music, this is the jazz capital of the world. And," she added a little more softly, "if the dark arts are more to your liking, there'a plenty of voodoo and hoodoo to go around." The cattle dog broke off and grinned sheepishly when Soapy came on the scene. "Yeah, that was kinda my fault." She put the battered fedora back on her head before going over to inspect the charred remains of the box. She dug around and pulled out the magnifying glass. "This was probably the real culprit."
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Post by Charmyte on Apr 24, 2010 18:07:32 GMT -5
"French Quarter? Think I'll pass. I prefer my meals alive and kicking." Mickey slowly replied. "Voodoo you say? Always fun seeing the supernatural. Speaking of, I heard this legend about..." Mickey paused as another dog rushed into the alley.
"Hey, I protect my dog brethren. Or sister-en in this case." After Harli cleared up the source of the explosions, Mickey turned back to the new dog. "Say, have you ever heard the legend about that dog that was killed, but then sought vengeance on his killer? I think his name was Chuck. No, Chan? No. Blast it, what was his name? He was a German Shepard, I know that much."
(OOC: Hurrah for hinting at cannoncial material)
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Post by Soapy on Apr 25, 2010 10:43:48 GMT -5
Soapy smiled sheepishly when the strange cattle dog said it was her fault for the firecrackers going off and showed Soapy the magnifying glass. Soapy walked a little closer and looked through it, seeing a giant cattle dog on the other side. She yelped in surprise and backed up, tilting her head to one side. "Um.....why exactly did you set them off?", asked Soapy. "I mean your fur is singed you could've been hurt. Not to mention that firecrackers are dangerous." Soapy suddenly realized that these dogs weren't dangerous. The Lasa Ahpso explained that he would never hurt another dog and Soapy almost sighed in relief. Her head tilted once again though as the Lasa Ahpso brought up another dog who was a German Shepard who was killed and sought revenge on his killer. Why did this sound familiar? Soapy knew of the German Shepard from Dante. After all, if the Lasa Ahpso was talking about Charlie Barkin, who was killed by another dog named Carface, then Dante was the one who told her about it. After all, he WAS in Carface's gang before Carface died and the other members disappeared that night when that ship exploded. "I think you mean Charlie Barkin", said Soapy. "He was killed by Carface a long time ago. I actually have a friend named Dante who was part of Carface's gang but he said that since that night on the ship and the oil spill and fire, Dante hasn't seen any of the members or Carface since that night. He said everyone, including himself had escaped except for Carface and a few other dogs. Dante still can't find any of them and the ones that were trapped are probably dead." Soapy shuttered at the thought. "Anyway, is that who you mean?", Soapy asked. "By the way, who are you guys?"
(OOC-Bleh sucky post. Sorry guys. And yes, Dante WAS part of Carface's gang. I thought it would be a cool back ground for him. *shrugs*)
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Post by Charmyte on Apr 25, 2010 11:04:56 GMT -5
"Yeah, that sounds about right. This...Dante sounds like an interesting chap. Y'know, I'd like to meet him." Mickey said with interest. "I am..." Mickey paused for a moment, remembering Harli's confusion. "Mickey. Just call me Mickey" Mickey took a closer look at the dog, and saw tags on her collar.
"Soapy?" Mickey read. "That your name? Has a nice ring to it." Mickey then eyed at the second tag. "I Saved A..." Mickey suddenly stopped. After he was abandoned, he had lost his fondness in humans. "So, you saved a human?"
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Post by Soapy on Apr 25, 2010 11:33:59 GMT -5
"Well", said Soapy. "You won't be able to meet him today. He actually went to his owner's daughter's house for a couple of days in the Bahamas and I heard Curtis, his owner, say that they would be gone for at least a week. He left the other day." Soapy almost giggled when this dog called Dante interesting. "I guess he is", said Soapy. "I've known him since I was a pup. He's a lot older than me though." She smiled when the Lasa Ahpso introduced himself. "Nice to meet you Mickey", said Soapy. She was about to introduce herself when Mickey said her name. "How did you....oh", said Soapy, remembering her collar. "Yeah. My name's Soapy. And thanks. I guess it does have a nice ring to it." Soapy held up her head so Mickey could have a better view of her collar and tags. It was when he read the second one that her eyes widened and she lowered her head and ears in dismay. He had read the tag she had gotten from the fire department for rescuing Jason who died the next day. Images of that night, that terrifying night, the night she lost her best friend flashed through her mind. Soapy shook her head to rid the thoughts. "Yeah", said Soapy. "I did. My old owner." She felt a pang of sadness smack against her heart and she lifted up her paw, feeling the tags for a few minutes before putting it down. She quickly perked up, shaking the sadness away and looked at the cattle dog. "So what about you?", said Soapy. "You have a name?"
(OOC-Uh guys? I think we should have a posting order so things don't get confusing. Uh how about, Harli you go first, then Charmyte, and I'll go last. If anyone else joins in then we'll figure it out from there. But for now I think it should go Harli, Charmyte, then me. Sound good?)
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Post by Harli on Apr 25, 2010 14:15:37 GMT -5
OOC: 'Tis fine with me. After five years, I've finally got internet access 24/7 so I should be able to stay pretty regular. Unless I get smashed with writer's block or something.
BIC: "Huh?" Harli left off from trying to salvage her stuff for a moment to face the dogs. "Oh, yeah. I'm Harli. Nice to meet ya." She set the magnifying glass on the ground and went back to rumaging through the box. "I didn't set them off on purpose. It was just an accident. I wasn't paying atten-- Eureaka!" The blue heeler emerged from the box with a triumphant grin. In her paws was the nylon pigging string. "It survived! These thing's 're darn near indestructable." She looped the rope over her shoulder like a belt and tucked the magnifying glass in it. "Sorry 'bout that. It's just that good quality ropes are hard to come by and when I find one, I like to hang on to it as long as possible. Heh. What dog in New Orleans doesn't know the story of Charlie Barkin? To hear some of the old-timers tell it, there wasn't a scrape in the world, whether it was his own doing or someone else's, that he couldn't get out of."
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Post by Charmyte on Apr 25, 2010 15:45:26 GMT -5
"Well it just goes to show, I'm not from New Orleans. In fact, Tibet is where I should be." Mickey spoke. "But it looks like New Orleans will make for a fine place to live." Mickey began to stroll out of the alleyway. "I'll see the town, enjoy the entertainment, and have the two best guides showing me the way. Right girls?" In his arrogance, Mickey walks out of the alley and into the street. He was aware for a split second, time just enough to see a car heading right toward him, and he blacked out. Mickey's body flies through the air, before landing with a thud near the sandy beach.
(OOC: Yeah, I move the plot along, so why not invoke life threatening injury?)
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Post by Soapy on Apr 26, 2010 7:31:41 GMT -5
Soapy smiled as the cattle dog introduced herself as Harli. “Nice to meet you Harli”, said Soapy, wagging her tail a little. “And in case you didn't hear, my name is Soapy.” Soapy almost jumped out of her skin when Harli yelled that she had found something in the box. Soapy tilted her head and watched as Harli emerged with a piece of string which she then put over her shoulder and tucked the magnifying glass in it. Then Soapy heard her say something about it hard to find ropes. “You could always go down to the loading docks Harli”, Soapy suggested. “There are a ton of old ropes down there from boats and from the supplies that humans get for the market and stores.“ Soapy almost giggled when Harli brought up that the 'old timers' told the best stories about Charlie Barkin. She imagined Dante as being older than he was and was soon jerked out of her thoughts by Mickey who was saying that he wasn't from New Orleans and that he was actually supposed to be in Tibet. “Why aren't you in Tibet?”, Soapy asked. “Did you get lost and wound up here?” Soapy sat down and smiled when Mickey had called herself and Harli tour guides. “Yeah”, said Soapy, following him out of the alley. “I'll show you around and I'm sure Harli won't mind either. Right Harli?“ Soapy looked back at Harli and smiled before turning her head back to Mickey who was walking into the middle of the street, without looking for cars. “Mickey wait!”, Soapy yelled. “Watch out for the-!” She was cut off when she saw her new friend get run over by a car, his body being thrown across the way, onto the beach. “Holy cow!”, said Soapy, running after him. “Mickey! Mickey! Oh my gosh! Mickey!” Soapy leaped down the small wooden stairway which led down to the beach and ran over to Mickey's body. She looked around and saw that Toby and Maria had gone home already and Soapy ran over to a stray pail, ran to the ocean and filled it with water, then ran back to Mickey's lifeless body. She dumped the pail over his head and let the water dump out. Once Harli joined them Soapy looked at her while pressing her head against Mickey's body. “Is he....”, Soapy started before lifted her head up and lightly pawing at his head. “Is he dead?”, Soapy asked Harli. Soapy sat down near Mickey's head and stared into his face. Was he okay? Was he dead? Soapy heart started to pound as the seconds ticked by, each second making Soapy believe that Mickey was dead. She nuzzled him a few times, trying to wake him up. “Harli, go get some more water please”, said Soapy, her eyes still on Mickey. “I....I think he's okay....he just might be in shock....or something.“ Despite the situation, Soapy knew that it was always good to have a little faith in her heart. But that didn't calm down Soapy's heart beat or ease her worry. “Did you see where he got hit Harli?”, Soapy asked. “I think it was his head but I don't know. It could've been his side“. Soapy sat there shaking despite the vicious heat and prayed that Mickey would be okay.
(OOC-Eh not my best but I guess it'll do. As you can tell Soapy's very worried about Mickey. Let's just say since the 'incident' she isn't very comfortable watching someone die. Or something. And hey! I posted this earlier than I thought. Stupid writer's block. It shouldn't even exist!)
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Post by Harli on Apr 26, 2010 11:10:27 GMT -5
"Yeah, I know, but most of the rope down at the docks are for ships and stuff. And they break sometimes." Harli reached up and patted the rope around her shoulder like it was an old friend. "I snagged this puppy out of a tack shop. And Cactus Ropes, particularly their nylon piggin' strings, don't break." She removed the magnifying glass and tucked it in the hatband of the fedora, twitching her ears at Mickey's remark. "Dunno if I'm the best tour guide round here, but," the heeler broke off as she turned back to the dogs. "Hey, what're you-- Look out for the--" She flinched at the sound of the impact and watched Mickey's body tumble onto the beach. Harli followed Soapy about three steps behind, looking not unlike a canine version of Indiana Jones. She leaped out into the street, narrowly dodging a pickup truck. "Hey, watch it, pal!" She snarled at the driver when he laid on his horn. "Medical emergency here! I could sue you! Typical idiot human driver," She grumbled, walking up to the other dogs, "If I had thumbs..." She didn't finish the remark. Instead, the cattle dog rested a paw on Mickey's throat, checking for a pulse. "I think it got him on the shoulder. That's what it looked like from my angle. I don't think it's broken, and it doesn't look dislocated. It's probably just bruised, maybe a cracked bone. But I'm not sure. I mean, I'm a heeler, not a... healer." She winced. Boy, did that sound dumb.OOC: I don't remember if Cactus Ropes actually makes nylon pigging strings, but for creative purposes, let's say they do. There's a such thing as "artistic lisence" you know.
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Post by Charmyte on Apr 26, 2010 13:54:20 GMT -5
(OOC: Medical attention, hurrah!)
Mickey begins to open his eyes, and sees the two dogs gathered around him.
"Yeah. Cars. They hurt. A lot." Mickey desperately tries to walk it off, but could only remain on the ground. "I would be the one to go through a fire and come out unscathed, but be hit by a car and can't walk." Mickey tries to drag himself into the shade.
"My dumb luck just never changes. First I get separated from my mum, then I'm taken by humans, then I'm abandoned..." Mickey spoke. "I'm honestly surprised I'm not dead yet. But you two have to the luckiest breaks I've ever had. I know you for a few minutes and you're at my side when I'm down."
Micket sits in the shade and (literally) begins to lick his wounds.
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