Starry Nights, City Lights (Wonderdog)

[Soapy]

OOC-Hey everybody! Welcome to another one of my role plays! Sorry to say, but this rp thread is ONLY going to be between me and Wonderdog. I'll put up a public one soon, just wanted to post this because I've been getting antsy to do this rp and I'm sure Wonder feels the same. So, unfortunately you guys can't join us in the thread but you ARE welcome to read along and see what happens! Hope you guys enjoy reading this as much as me and Wonder enjoy RPing it out!
Also, a million apologies to Wonder! I'm so sorry I'm only posting this now but I've been not only cursed with writer's block but I've also been as busy as ever lately. Ugh. Oh well. Better late then never I guess? *sheepish grin*

Let the RP begin!
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Soapy made her way down the snow covered streets. She wore a red scarf that Toby's grandmother had knit for her over her collar to stay warm while she was out in the chilly evening. The wind gently blew across her fur, ruffling it slightly, the cold gently nipping at her skin underneath, making Soapy shiver.
Maybe I should start running, Soapy thought.

She remembered when Toby was shoveling the driveway from latest snow fall, he had said to Soapy that he was glad the shoveling kept him warm or he would have to run around. Soapy thought this was silly for a human to do. After all, it looked cute when dogs did it but humans got weird and Toby was sometimes told by his mom that if he ran around like that someone would think he was crazy.
Soapy giggled at the thought then took off in a fast trot down the street until she was in town.
The eerie darkness and stillness of the town transformed simple New Orleans into an abandoned ghost town. All the stores were closed and dark and barely any cars passed by. It wasn't that late, Toby and Maria were still awake when Soapy left. Still, Soapy was careful to stay on her guard. Her muscles were stretched and tense, ready to spring away at any given moment. A vision of the dog catcher incident shot through her mind and she shuddered as she remembered that horrible place. The cold, small cage, the darkness, other dogs who looked terrible staring at her when she arrived like she had five heads. Soapy shook her head to rid the thought and noticed that it was snowing.
More snow?, she thought, sighing. Toby's mom won't be happy.
Soapy knew already that humans didn't like the snow. She hadn't figured out why. It was fun to play in and gorgeous to look at.
Soapy slid to a stop on the freezing sidewalk and looked up at the snow falling. It gave her a calm feeling as she watched the flakes gently fall and hit the ground.
So pretty, Soapy thought.
Soapy opened her mouth, some steam from her hot breath fogging up the air slightly and stuck her tongue out. She waited for a few snowflakes to fall on her tongue then closed her mouth, giggled, then reared up on her hind paws and started running again, leaping and snapping at the falling snowflakes as she made her way down the street to Scott's alley.

She was just a few streets away when a clattering noise behind her caught her attention. She spun around and almost jumped out of her skin as she realized it was coming from the side of the building she was in front of. She listened hard and only heard some trash cans rattling and heard some rats squeak, some running out of the alley. Soapy had to dance out of the way of the fleeing rats so they wouldn't step on her. She jumped up on a pile of snow and panted a little, wondering what would make the rats act so scared. Was it a cat? Maybe there was a cat in that alley doing some hunting before the snow got too bad. But the noise Soapy heard next confirmed that it wasn't a cat.
A loud snarl ripped through the air and Soapy almost fell off the snow pile.
What was that?, she thought. It sounded like a monster.
Soapy instantly dismissed the thought. Monster? Was she a pup? There were no such things as monsters.
Maybe a dog, thought Soapy, inching slowly towards the edge of the alley wall. It has to be. What else is out here?
Soapy's ears perked as she heard a growl and then another snarl, a crash, and a loud, painful squeak. Soapy almost screamed at the squeak but she gulped it down as she inched closer. She was a few inches away from looking down and slowly, very slowly, she peered down the long alleyway. Standing in the middle of it was a buff looking figure, its head down over something, tearing at it. Soapy instantly knew it was a dog and guessed that it had caught the rat and was now eating it. It was so dark and the snow was falling so hard now, it blurred the image in front of her.
Soapy took a cautious step forward into the alley and tried to pick up the dog's scent. She didn't recognize the scent but maybe she would know the dog by sight. She squinted through the snow and tried to make out the dog in front of her but it was too far away. Soapy would have to get closer.
She swallowed hard and stepped into the alleyway, noticing that the dog must've had it's back to her because it didn't growl or run. Soapy was able to get a few inches closer, still unable to make out the dog.
Maybe if I call out to it, Soapy thought.
Soapy cleared her throat softly then spoke.
"Hey down there!", she called, taking a few steps forward. "Um, hi! I was wondering who and what you were. I mean I know you're a dog but I'm not sure what ki-"
Soapy was cut off by the figure turning around and snarling at her. Soapy's ears pinned back and she gulped.
"N-N-No", Soapy stammered. "I-I don't want to fight you. I-I just want to know-"
"Get away from me", the figure said, growling, forgetting about the rat.
Soapy noticed the voice sounded female.
"O-O-Okay", said Soapy, hunkering down in the snow, her ears pinned back. "I'm sorry to have bothered you."
The dog gave one last snort then bolted down the alleyway, disappearing. Soapy stood up straight when it ran and ran after it a little before she noticed the half eaten rat laying in the snow.
"He-Hey!", Soapy yelled. "You forgot your ra-".
Soapy was cut off as she saw the dog run down the end of the alleyway. Soapy picked up the rat in her jaws and ran after the dog, skidding to a stop at the edge, looking from side to side. The dog was nowhere to be seen, like it had poofed into thin air. Soapy dropped the foul tasting rat, knowing if she was still out here she'd probably have to eat it and knew that Britney's quote un quote 'father' or 'caretaker' Scott liked rats.

Britney!

The thought sliced through Soapy's head as she stood there, gazing at nothing. She was on her way to see Britney. She turned around then turned and said, 'I left your rat right there if you want it' to the other dog before Soapy darted away, continuing on her way to Scott's alley.

After about an hour she reached the mouth of it, peeked inside, looking around for any of the Blackdeath members.
"Hello?", she called. "Scott! Britney? Poppy? Ginger? It's me, Soapy, can I come in?"
Soapy stood outside, her ears pricked up, waiting for an answer, her legs telling her to just run in since she was like Scott's second daughter but her manners told her to stay put until she got an answer.
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As soon as Soapy had made a run for it, the dog wandered back to the mouth of the alley and saw her rat laying there. She looked from side to side to see if the other dog was still around. Satisfied that the other female had left and didn't steal her rat, the red husky female scooped it up and started running, making her way to the other side of town.

(OOC-Finally up! Sorry it took so long to put up. I had writer's block and I was busy and stuff. And a note to everyone else reading this, yes I will be putting up a public rp soon)

[WonderDog]

(OOC- OH MY GOD, OH MY GOD, OH MY GOD *squeeeeee* Yay!)

Britney got her last ruffle from T.J and Jack gave her a friendly nuzzle. Britney knew her BlackDeath curfew, and she knew if she didn't get back now, she wouldn't be treated warmly (not like she ever was).
"See you later, girl," T.J said. Jack let out a low whine.
"Must you go so soon?" he asked her. Britney looked up to see whether T.J was occupied, Don had smartly taken to distracting T.J.
"You know I have to go," Britney said, "otherwise it's bye bye Britney. Y'know, you are the luckiest BlackDeath member ever, you have a home and everything."
"Yea, I'm surprised Scott let me stay," Jack confessed, "I'll see you tomorrow. Say hi to Poppy for me!"
Why would you want to say hi to Poppy? Britney thought, sarcastically. Could've been worse though. Could've asked to say hello to Dale, and Britney never knew where he was these days.
"I will," she said, anyway, "See you around."

Britney wandered down the path. Snow. How she loathed it. It was wet and cold. Britney shivered, growling as she plowed through it. Just another day of walking back to Scott's. Hopefully, they haven't found her stash of chicken T.J had given her. Scott had a nose for those things, it was only a matter of time before he found it and ate it himself, perhaps Ginger with him. And of course, more stories from Saint Jimmy - which was the last thing Britney wanted to hear about right now. More stories of this gang he had.
"If he loves them so much, why doesn't he run off to find them?" Britney growled to herself, "Spare us all if he does, the little parasite..."
Just Britney, being charming old Britney.
The snow flaked down gracefully - John loved snow. Britney had always hated snow, but if she ever heard of someone who loved snow, it was John. Her John. Her wonderful, wonderful John. Who died for her. Why did Britney have to be so clumsy and clueless back then?

"The snow is a gift from heaven," John said, laughing, watching it fall. Alex snorted on the ground, rolling over it his sleep.
"Not bloody likely," Joey sneered.
"Hear hear," Taylor agreed, her golden tail sweeping the ground.
"Oh, you guys are such sticks in the mud!" John complained. He looked hopefully over at Britney, who gazed guiltily back and shook her head. "Aw, Brits, not my best mate!"
"Snow is annoying," she whined, "wet and cold."
"I think snow is great fun and it's pretty," John said, looking out of his alleyway at it.
"Pretty? You wuss, who says pretty?" Alex taunted.
"Ah, shut up, you little Spanish parasite," John said, rolling his eyes. Alex chuckled, but said no more.

Oh, the memories from Britney's former pack. What she would do to have them all back. Especially John.
She sniffed around the alleyway and snarled, the fur on her back prickling up and someone snarled back. Mitch appeared out of the shadows and Britney stiffened, glowering up at him. "What have you been rolling in today, Mitch, you smell horrible!"
"Scott just had to go send me on a country mission," Mitch snapped, "Fell in some lovely cow waste."
Britney laughed an obnoxious laugh.
"I wish I was our Sammy," the both heard Jimmy's voice say. Britney snorted, smirked and jerked her head to wards the source of the sound. Mitch chortled silently, nodding. The two of them crept up beside Jimmy's private chamber. Scott only made it to get him out of the way.
"Our Sammy's nearly ten. He's got two worms and a catapult an' he's built an underground den."
"He's saying a poem?" Britney turned her head to look at Ginger behind them, looking confused. Britney snickered and beckoned her over. Ginger wandered over.
"I'm not allowed to go in there," Jimmy continued with his poem reciting, "I have to stay near the gate. Cos my mom says I'm only seven, but I'm not. I'm nearly eight."
Britney smelt something in the air as Ginger and Mitch tried desperately not to laugh loudly.
Soapy!
Her tail wagged and she turned around, hearing Soapy's voice. Snickering more, she bounded out to greet her.
"Soapy, hello!" she said, excitedly, "Soapy, you have to hear this, you really do! C'mon!"
Britney snickered more and bounded back to her spot.
"I sometimes hate our Sammy... he robbed my toy car you know... now the wheels are missing and the top is broken of and the bleedin' thing won't go."
Scott, who had appeared somewhere during the words "hate" and "robbed", snorted slightly, trying not to laugh.
"And he said when he took it, it was just like that... but it wasn't, it went dead straight... and you can't say nothing when they think you're seven and you're not, you're nearly eight!"
"We have no idea what he's doing," Britney giggled silently to Soapy, "but it's priceless!"
"HEY!"
The watching memebers of BlackDeath burst into laughter when Jimmy gave them a glower that could kill them all.
"HEY HEY HEY! JERK FACES! WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING?!"
"I thought it was delightful," Ginger said, in a mocking voice.
"Oh, divine, dear," Scott continued, in the same tone of voice.
"That's not far, I don't listen to you!"
"Well, we don't recite poems, do we?" Mitch teased. Jimmy stared at all the faces, mortified.
The only one who wasn't laughing was Poppy, who looked at him, tilting her head, feeling nothing but the deepest sympathy.

(OOC - Ahhh, classic BlackDeath. Sorry it's not all eventful like your post Soapy, but considering I've already established the whole introducing Jimmy stage, there wasn't much I can do. I. FREAKIN'. LOVE. THAT. POEM. I love Blood Brothers <3 In case you didn't read properly, this is what Jimmy said:
"I wish I was our Sammy
Our Sammy's nearly ten
He's got two worms and a catapult
An' he's built an underground den
I'm not allowed to go in there
I have to stay near the gate.
Cos my mom says I'm only seven,
But I'm not. I'm nearly eight

I sometimes hate our Sammy
He robbed my toy car you know...
Now the wheels are missing and the top is broken off
And the bleedin' thing won't go
And he said when he took it, it was just like that...
But it wasn't, it went dead straight...
And you can't say nothing when they think you're seven
And you're not, you're nearly eight!

There's more of the poem, but after the third verse - which I didn't add - it gets a little... bold. Ha ha haaaaaa, I love Sammy x3)

[Soapy]

Soapy almost fell backwards into the snow when she saw Britney appear from the alley. Soapy wagged her tail in greeting and went to nuzzle her best friend hello when Britney told Soapy that she had to hear something.
"Hear wha-", Soapy started but was cut off by Britney bounding back down the alley. "Hey wait for me!"
Soapy bounded after her friend and skidded to a stop when she heard Jimmy's voice and saw Britney. She nudged her friend over and peered inside Jimmy's private quarters.
"Is this what you wanted me to see so bad?", Soapy whispered to her friend.
Soapy listened to Jimmy speaking and thingyed her head.
"Britney?", Soapy whispered. "Who's Sammy?"
Her question was ignored though when Britney told her that she had no idea what Jimmy was doing.
"Well, I'm no detective but I'm led to believe Jimmy's saying some sort of poem", said Soapy. "Who's Sammy? Is it like, a friend of his?"
Soapy didn't know what Britney thought was so funny about Jimmy making up a poem but then she understood. Jimmy wasn't exactly the type to walk around making up poems and stuff like that. Soapy found him more intimidating than romantic but his poem sounded good
"Do you think he's writing a song?", said Soapy. "Like, a rap song? He's very good whatever he's doing."
Soapy continued to watch, giggling softly, careful to be very quiet so Jimmy wouldn't hear her even though he probably knew they were there anyway.
Soapy's suspisions were were confirmed when Jimmy turned his head toward them and screamed, almost making Soapy jump out of her skin.
Soapy looked at Jimmy with a loss of words, her mouth hanging open, staring into his scary face.
"We were just-", Soapy said before getting cut off by everyone.
Even though they were being mean to Jimmy, Soapy couldn't help but giggle a little but then felt fear wash through her as her eyes traveled back to the vicious looking Jimmy and stopped laughing.
"I....er....", Soapy stammered. "I-I thought your poem was uh, great".
Soapy pawed at the snow awkwardly and swallowed hard, giving Jimmy a nervous smile.
"Who's Sammy?", Soapy asked.
Soapy suddenly noticed that Jimmy's face was mortified and like Poppy, Soapy felt nothing but sympathy for him. Her smile and head drooped and her ears pinned back in both fear and sympathy.

(OOC-You're welcome Wonder! And....I've never heard that poem before. It's funny coming from Jimmy. Sorry I forgot Whatsername's part. I'll add it in my next post)

[WonderDog]

Britney was rather thrown back by Soapy's lack of humour - not all people were as tough and black hearted as BlackDeath members. Especially not Soapy. Britney had to admit that. She proceeded to join in the teasing.
"Yes, beautiful, milord," Britney said, in a fake accent.
"Stop that!" Poppy barked. The other mutts just sneered at her, minus Jimmy, who was rather pleased to see someone was standing up with him. When Soapy described his poem as good, Poppy held her head high and walked to wards Soapy, nodding.
"Quite deep. I, myself, have one." She cleared her throat but everyone shouted at her to "spare them" or "shut up". Poppy growled at all of them.
"Spoil sports!"
"Says you," Mitch grumbled, smirking.
"For your information, Sammy was... well, Sammy was..."
"Brother? Seriously?" Scott snorted loudly, rolling his eyes, "Oh please, not another one, don't we have Britney and Poppy already? And that knock off brother of theirs?"
"NO! Sammy was... well, he was an old friend of mine... before he left, like the rest of them..." Jimmy's back bent over a little as he snarled, his fur spiking up slightly, "Tyrants, all of them!"
"S'pically that one girl, eh?" Ginger teased. Minus Poppy (and obviously Jimmy), the other three erupted into a loud "oooooo!" before creasing into laughter.
"Says you!" Jimmy barked at Britney. Britney instantly stopped laughing, looked completely shattered and hurt before snarling, angry.
"What did you just say?"
"Says... YOU!"
Britney growled more, getting into an attack position, Jimmy mirroring her actions shortly after. Poppy jumped into the middle of them.
"Stop it!"
"I'll get you too! I know you chewed up my last bone!" Jimmy shouted at her. Poppy looked as if she was about to say something, but she only shrank back, shamelessly.
"Come now, you know not to fight in front of Soapy," Scott said, his voice crawling with the slightest bit of sick amusement, "Later."
"It could be the freakin' Pope standing there, I'm gonna kill her!"
"Not before I kill you, jerk!"
"HEY!" Scott head butted Jimmy in the ribs and tossed Britney aside by the scruff of her neck. Both dogs yelped in pain before falling, "DON'T YOU TALK BACK TO ME!"
Jimmy shrank back from Scott, snarling slightly, but he knew much better than to start a fight with him. It was 99.9% certain he would lose, unless he managed to gain super powers somewhere along the way.
There was only one person ever to defeat Scott - that was Don. But he long since gave up fighting, so Scott was crowned king of the streets after Don gave in after getting Jack (the only pup who T.J really begged to keep because of his unique styling).
"Fine..." he mumbled.
"Whatever..." Britney added. Both had fear bubbling in their eyes when they saw Scott give them both glares. When Scott lost his temper with you... that wasn't good.
"Anyway, what brings you to my hidey hole, Soapy?" Scott said, trying to sweeten his gruff voice as much as possible.
"You smell of rat," Jimmy said, shuddering softly.

(OOC- The poem is from a play called Blood Brothers, which is like OH MY GOD fantastic. It's called "Our Sammy".)

[Soapy]

Soapy watched the events unfold in front of her and shrank back as the Blackdeath members had their fight. She had backed up some in case there was a physical fight, almost telling Britney and Jimmy to stop their bickering before things got worse. And they did. But finally, after Scott had laid down the line, all the dogs seem to relax. Even Scott who had calmed down immensely since the fight. Soapy was almost taken aback by his kindness when he asked Soapy what brought her here.
"Uh...oh!", said Soapy, after she had calmed down herself and was able to shake the shock from Scott off. "I uh...I was just around and....I thought I'd come see...er, how you guys were fairing in this weather."
Soapy stepped over to Britney and whispered very discreetly to her.
"I actually came to see you Britney", said Soapy, barely moving her mouth. "But after what just happened with Scott I thought I would go with that instead."
She kept her voice as low as possible and almost jumped when she heard Jimmy speak up. Had she been caught? No. She sighed with relief as Jimmy just commented on Soapy smelling like rat. A wave of embarrassment washed over Soapy as she smiled innocently at Jimmy.
"I-I do?", said Soapy, like she had no idea what he was talking about. "Ah, that's actually kind of funny because I uh, I kinda sorta um.....got hungry on the way over here. Yeah and...um...when I was a stray I used to eat rats and stuff. Like uh, like you guys".
Soapy thought that if she mentioned the dog she had seen Scott or Jimmy would go to the ends of the earth to find that dog and tear it to shreds. This was after all, Scott's territory and the few streets beyond his alley belonged to him. Even though the dog had been hunting on Blackdeath's hunting grounds. And even though the dog she had seen had been rude to her, she couldn't snitch on a starving stray. Times were hard and food was scarce except for the shops. Soapy thought for a minute then decided that she would take the wrap for the dog she had seen.
"Um Scott", said Soapy, pawing at the ground. "I uh, I hope you don't mind but uh....I um, I caught the rat on your....hunting grounds. I'm really sorry but I was really hungry on the way over here".
Soapy knew deep down that Scott wouldn't be too mad. After all, Soapy was basically a member of Blackdeath as much as Scott was like a father to her. But Soapy was still unsure after the rage he had showed with Britney and Jimmy, that she might get yelled at.
She waited for Scott to yell at her, giving Britney a look that said, 'I need to talk to you'. She decided that she had to tell someone about the dog she had seen and she knew Britney would keep it a secret.
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The red husky had walked to the other side of town and settled down outside a nightclub where she was known very well but didn't want to deal with any of the males who lusted after her and bothered her.
She settled down with her rat and tore at the skin with her sharp teeth and started eating at what was left. She was almost finished when a voice yelled out to her.
"Hey Mary Jane!", the voice called, the red husky's ears pricking up at the sound. "I thought that was you! How could I miss that gorgeous bandanna you wear."
She stopped chewing her rat and lifted her head, cursing under her breath at how noticeable her bandanna was and shuddered at what the dog had called her. Still, she put on a smile, left her rat where it was and sat up.
"Hey there handsome", said the red husky. "How are you tonight? Gonna try and pick up a girl tonight?"
"I think I already have", the Doberman grinned. "As for your question I'm alright. Could be better, but ya know".
The red husky gave him an off color answer and flicked her tail.
"Nice mouth you have there Mary Jane", said the Doberman. "You really shouldn't talk that way. You're named after a saint. I mean for the love of everything ho-"
"Whatsername", said the red husky, annoyingly pinning her ears back. "My name is Whatsername, Ironside."
"Whatever you say baby-doll", said the Doberman, Ironside. "Okay then Whatsername, how about dinner?"
Whatsername pretended to think.
"How about not", she said smoothly.
"Aw come on baby", said Ironside. "At least let me buy you a drink inside."
He nodded his head towards the entrance of the nightclub and smiled.
"Fine", Whatsername huffed. "But only a drink Ironside. I don't feel like spending the night with a rat. I just ate one."
As she passed by Ironside she flicked her tail under his chin before disappearing into the club.
"Whatever you say doll", said Ironside, following her inside. "Whatever you say."

(OOC-Never heard of it Wonder. But I looked it up and it looks funny. I also read the rest of the poem and nearly peed myself laughing. Whatsername's such a tease isn't she? Anything to either please the boys or make them beg. Oh, and Ironside is just a char that I'm using in here. I thought that I might as well make him a Doberman since those are 'gangster dogs'. She's also gonna meet another guy inside who I don't think I'll be using.)

[WonderDog]

Scott glared out at the snow, shuddering violently, shaking his head. "Snow is a bit of a nuisance."
"I like it," Poppy said, softly.
"You like everything, you daft cow."
Britney heard Soapy mutter to her and nodded stiffly, making it look as if she was just agreeing on whatever Scott was saying.
After Jimmy brought up the rat smelling incident, Britney sniffed around. There was a small - very faint - smell of dead rat, she cold smell it. She sighed an irritated sigh, directed at Jimmy (and Scott a bit), she knew (or thought, but she was very certain) that Scott wouldn't be too pleased.
And then Soapy confessed?!
"You killed a rat? Nice," Scott smirked, "To be honest, I didn't think you had it in you. I thought you were a bit too soft these days, what with your tinned food and scraps they give you." Scott spoke of it as if it were offensive to him, "But killing a rat? Eh, I guess it's not a way up there, but even so. We were just about to have some chicken that we found."
Britney growled and Scott chuckled.
"Yes, Britney. Mitch found it."
"You little snitch," Britney snapped at Mitch, who rolled his eyes.
"Oh, but I'm not in the mood for chicken!" Jimmy whined.
"I'm not in the mood for you!" Scott snapped back at him. Jimmy snarled at Scott savagely but did nothing more.
"Whatever. I'll find my own freakin' food." Jimmy strolled out of the alleyway, haughtily.
Britney caught Soapy's glance and she whispered back, "Leave it to me." She stood up right and addressed Scott, "Me and Soapy are taking a walk."
"A walk? You just got here," Ginger said.
"Yea, well, we can come back later - Soapy hasn't got all the time in the world anyway."
"Oh yea... her kid. Fine. Run off, have your fun. But - Britney, be back by midnight, otherwise I'll go lookin' for you." Scott told this to everyone - in case any mutt decided to follow her back and find the headquarters of BlackDeath.
"Yea, yea, yea," Britney said, beginning to walk to wards the exit, "Come on, Soapy. You can tell me all about what happened today at your place."
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"HEY! DON'T MESS ABOUT WITH ME, MATE! DON'T TOUCH THAT! GET BACK HERE!"
"GET BENT!"
A large brown dog bounded out of an alleyway, with a sack of bones in his mouth, glaring back at the gang of scary looking dogs. But the brown dog was faster, running ahead of the gang, jumped over a wall and landed into a mud puddle, which he tossed about in to hide his scent and then ran on, picking up the sack.
"I'LL BLOODY GET Y', SAMMY!"
Sammy backed up behind a dumpster, growling something rather colorful about the gang of dogs.
He had no idea where he was. It looked like a dump. Sammy climbed up a pile of rubbish and broken possessions, staring out. The dark streets lay ahead of him and he nipped up his sack of bones again and trotted to wards it.
Sammy was a member of Underbelly - long ago.
Though Jimmy was alpha, Sammy played rough, was a sleaze, used and broke the others possessions and often bothered everyone else. "Our Sammy" they called them.
Sammy sat outside the nightclub, to which Whatsername just disappeared to. Snarling and shuddering, he opened his sack. It wasn't bones at all.
Cigarettes, food, alcohol, it was all there. Sammy pulled out the packet of cigarettes - he knew what to do. Clamping the cigarette in his teeth, he lit it. He kicked aside the chewed up rat, glaring as it skidded across the ground.
"Freakin' hookers leaving their scraps around," Sammy muttered, inhaling deeply from his cigarette, blowing out the smoke from the other side of his jaws, smirking.
He heard barking in the distance after a while. Swearing silently to himself, he dumped his cigarette on the ground, snatched his little sack and scurried off, oblivious to Whatsername's close presence.
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The barking had some from Jimmy. He had thought he had picked up a familiar scent - one was more appealing than the other.
He stopped outside the nightclub, gazing around. He could've sworn they came from here...
Whimpering slightly, Jimmy gave out one last helpless howl, hoping any of the two would recognize him, but no one replied. His tail between his legs, head hung, Jimmy turned and walked off.
It had only been his mind playing tricks again.
He could've sworn it was Whatsername's scent.

(OOC- I was almost going to make him walk in, but then I remembered that they weren't supposed to meet, silly me. Yes, I've decided to make a role play character called Sammy, because the poem needed to have some sort of meaning - Jimmy wrote it when he was younger when him and Sammy and Whatsername were only starting I guess. OH, THE IRONIC POST *passes out from the irony*)

[Soapy]

Soapy frowned at Scott when he called Poppy daft for liking the snow.
"You don't like snow, Scott?", said Soapy. "I like it too Poppy. I think it's pretty too. And it's loads of fun to play in".
She gave Poppy a small smile of agreement then turned her her to Scott.
Soapy was a little shocked at Scott's response to her hunting on the Blackdeath territory. Still, Soapy couldn't help but feel her chest swell with pride as Scott complimented on her killing a rat, which she didn't. Soapy suddenly felt all the pride sucked out of her as Scott had called Soapy soft because of her 'tinned food and scraps'. She almost growled at him but held her tongue. She knew if she talked back to Scott she would get the same treatment of Britney and Jimmy.
"Uh....thanks Scott", Soapy managed to get out. "I used to kill them all the time. They're uh....quite good. And uh, you know what they say, if your hungry you might as well eat."
Suddenly, Scott mentioned chicken and her mouth watered.
"Chicken?", Soapy said excitedly. "I would love some chicken."
Then Soapy remembered the front she was supposed to be putting on.
"I mean", Soapy added. "That is if I hadn't eaten so much at Toby's and you know, that rat. And that was a pretty big rat too. Uh, I'll pass."
Soapy felt her stomach growl as Jimmy left and Britney told her to leave it to her to get them out. Soapy nodded, pretending to nose the snow. She lifted her head as she heard Britney say her name and what she was telling Scott.
Soapy looked from Scott to Ginger when Britney had said that she and herself were both going for a walk. Finally Ginger responded and Soapy stepped in when Britney had said that they would be back and how Soapy didn't have much time.
"Uh, yea", Soapy said. "Um....Toby would probably want me home by midnight too. Or maybe sooner. Um, but we will come back if you want to see me so bad."
Soapy turned and followed Britney out the exit, shuddering slightly when Scott told Britney that he would 'go look for her' if she wasn't back by curfew.
After Soapy had reached the exit, she stopped briefly and smiled at Scott and Ginger.
"Um, see you later Scott", said Soapy. "Thanks for letting me have Britney. If you want Poppy can come too. Er, take her off your paws for some time. Toby doesn't mind."
But Britney does, a voice screamed in her head.
Soapy suddenly regretted the words that came out of her mouth. She looked ahead at Britney and smiled innocently, hoping to every saint that Britney wouldn't kill her for this.
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The loud noise of the club hit Whatsername like a ton of bricks. She was only half listening to Ironside brag about what he had done the night before and how he wished she had been a part of it.
"I bet you do", she mumbled then said in her normal voice, "Sounds like a blast Ironside."
Ironside began talking again and once again Whatsername was half listening giving him short answers like, "uh huh." "Okay". And, "Sounds fun".
Whatsername's mind was drifting off. Off to a place she once knew, a place where she had known him. He was the only dog who truly understood her. The only one who had really cared about her. And his name was-
"Hey! I'm talking to you!"
Whatsername heard Ironside's voice enter her mind and she shook her head to clear her thoughts.
"Huh? What?", said Whatsername, looking at Ironside dumbly. "What did you say? Sorry I-"
"What's with you Whatsername?", said Ironside, giving her a weird look. "You had this look on your face like you were thinking about something. Was it about me?"
"Not quite", said Whatsername, annoyingly. "What did you say?"
Ironside sighed.
"I asked you what you wanted to drink, we're at the bar.", said Ironside, pointing at the bar stools and the dogs sitting around them.
"Guess I got lost in my own thoughts for a minute", said Whatsername, wondering how she had made it to the bar with her head in the clouds. "I uh, I'll have a root beer".
"A root beer?", said Ironside. "That's not what you usually drink. How about the usual?"
"How about not", said Whatsername, a growl in her voice.
"Wanna sit at the bar or a table?", said Ironside. "And would it kill you to be nice? "I AM being nice here."
"Table", said Whatsername. "And have the barkeep put a little vodka in my root beer."
"That's my girl", said Ironside. "You go to a table and I'll get the drinks."
Whatsername trotted off without answering and made her way towards a table. She groaned and fixed her green and black bandanna while staring in a napkin holder. Why did she still wear this thing? It wasn't like she was with The Underbelly, her old gang anymore. She thought back to the days where she and her double, Jimmy used to wreck havoc. That is, until she left him to find a home. She had wondered for awhile if Jimmy was still around. If he was even still alive. Surely he was. He knew how to survive and he was just as tough as she was.
"Order up!"
Whatsername jumped as she heard Ironside's voice cut into her mind like a knife and smiled ruefully as he sat down, giving her her drink. Ironside sat across from her and drank his beer, once again talking about old girlfriends and stuff that Whatsername really didn't give two spits about.
She drank her root beer and vodka then set it aside, half empty, and boredly listened to Ironside babble on. She sat there, almost falling asleep, until the wind from outside blew inside the bar and she smelled something.
She perked up and her eyes widened. Did she just smell Sammy? From her old gang? She sniffed again but the scent was gone, a new smell entering her nose.
Jimmy!
Whatsername knew his scent right away and perked up. He was still alive! He was here!
"Excuse me for a second, Ironside", said Whatsername.
She ran to the entrance of the bar and sniffed around, leaping outside, hopeful of seeing Jimmy. But there was no one there. Had she imagined it?
No I swore I smelled him, Whatsername thought. She looked around the outside but neither Jimmy nor Sammy were in sight. Her ears drooped and she felt a pang of sadness as she turned around and made her way back into the bar, back to Ironside.
"Why do you look so sad?", said Ironside.
"I thought I smelled these two mutts I knew", said Whatsername. "Guess I imagined it."
"Must be the vodka baby", said Ironside. "Come on, I'll take you back to my place, you don't look so well. And I promise I won't try anything. If I do you have permission to bite my head off and feed my insides to the other strays."
"Yea", said Whatsername, barely listening. "Okay."
Whatsername and Ironside left the bar, walking towards the abandoned apartment building where Ironside lived.
Whatsername followed, her mind debating if she had really smelled Jimmy or not.

(OOC-Hey Wonder, I just have a small problem. I was actually thinking it be best for Joseph to be the alpha of The Underbelly. And Jimmy being Joseph's second in command next to Joseph's son, Armstrong. Do you think you could edit your post and make it how I want it? Sorry if that sounds demanding but that's not how I wrote up the Underbelly bio. I actually wrote it while I had a break between classes and it's in my binder. I'll type it up as soon as I can. Please and thank you!)

[WonderDog]

(OOC - You mean JOSeph - Jesus Of Suburbia, ha - yea, I guess that makes sense coz JOS seems more powerful than Saint Jimmy in the storyline of American Idiot. Sure, I'll change it, it's not fair if I play alpha in both teams, you have a point there. I think Scott is enough. And I can't wait to read the bio!)

Britney was happy to be finally talking to her best friend after a hard days work. Nothing but chatting, a few girly gossips and-
Poppy?
Britney frowned instantly, looking back at Poppy, who looked a little shocked to be invited out. She barely left the headquarters, because no one ever wanted her around.
However, Scott grinned, "Yea, please, take her."
"Oh, I would love a walk in the snow!" Poppy squealed, smiling, bounding over. Britney glowered over at Soapy, a look that said "I'll get you for this."
"Sure," Britney said, painfully, "Poppy can... Poppy can come along... if she wants."
"Oh, I do!"
"... excellent," Britney growled. Britney trotted into the snow, grumbling to herself, glaring into the snow.
But at least Soapy was coming. Soapy was the only real friend Britney ever had after her own little pack. They weren't much a pack, just a bunch of stray mutts looking for something to do everyday. Nothing compared to BlackDeath. But of course, most of them were dead, and Alex seemed to have dropped off the face of the Earth for a while, she hadn't seen him in a while.
"So, where would you like to go?" Poppy offered, "I suggest-!"
"No one wants to go to your shrine!" Britney snapped. Poppy looked bewildered before sighing.
"No one ever wants to go to my shrine."
"And you wonder why?" Britney muttered.
"But no, that wasn't what I was going to say."
"Or Church, or the graveyard, or Harriet's shop," Britney said, rolling her eyes. Poppy - again - looked as if she was going to say something, but didn't, falling silent. "We're not really going anywhere, Poppy, just for a walk, anyway."
"Oh," Poppy said.
"What was it you wanted to tell me, Soapy? Whatever you have to say, you can say in front of her if you don't having it translated to voodoo talk," Britney said, giving a sour glance at her sister.
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Sammy slowed next to a little corner shop, dropping his bag, taking a deep breath and falling to the ground. Grumbling to himself, Sammy rolling onto his back, gazing up at the sky. He wasn't one to appreciate natural beauty, but the sky was rather pretty.
"Ah, t' hell with with it," Sammy muttered, nipping out a little bottle with a suspicious looking liquid in it - pure vodka. Sliding off the lid, Sammy gulped some of it down. He shuddered as the liquid burned down his throat and slipped the bottle back into his little sack.
He remembered the games he used to play on the street when he was a pup with his old friends.
"I got y'
I shot y'
And y' bloody know I did!
I got y'
I shot y'!"

"I stopped it with the bin lid!"

Sammy brushed his tail across the sidewalk, glancing tiredly across the road. He was a little hungry, and nothing really in the bag appealed to him. There was nothing like killing your own meal. So Sammy took the bag in his jaws again and began trotting back the way he came, with caution that no one saw him. Growling here and there to warn off anyone that might be in the shadows.
Something caught his attention. A large howl ripping the air and Sammy stumbled back after being startled, banging into a few dustbins, toppling over the rubbish that fell out and then collapsing down into a puddle.
"The hell?!"
Did he really hear that at all? Sammy shook his head - no, he had left the gang behind, they couldn't find him anymore.
He found himself outside the nightclub again. he sniffed around to see if he could pick up any scent of the pack that tried to get him before. He peered over at the nightclub.
Should he?
Sammy was tempted. But no. Anyone could be in there - and God knows a lot of mongrels had it in for Sammy. Sammy rooted through his small brown sack once again, pushing past a gun, a few packets of cigarettes, some bottles... he felt deep and finally found a few crispy notes at the bottom of the sack.
At least he had money.
Might as well, right?
"Looking for a partner?" Sammy turned to see a skimpy female dog, a bow a round her slender neck. Sammy shrugged.
"Not one like you," he muttered, but said loudly, "Nah. 'Sides... I don't have the time for that."
"At least buy me a drink?"
"You look like you can afford your own, sweetheart," Sammy said, airily. The dog gawked at him, her friends snickering at her failure as she flicked her tail into his face as she turned haughtily away. Sammy sneered a few things at her.
"Hey, sweet cheeks! Don't be too mad!" he taunted, laughing before taking swing from his vodka bottle, slowly getting more and more wasted, "BUT YOU KNOW THAT IF YOU CROSS YOUR FINGERS AND YOU COUNT FROM ONE TO TEN, YOU CAN GET UP OFF THE GROUND AGAAAAAIN!"
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Jimmy thought it was just his head when he heard Sammy's shout, after all, today had been a bad day - it was, after all, exactly this day a few years back that The Underbelly broke up.
"I wish I was Our Sammy... you wanna see him spit," Jimmy sighed, "Straight in the eye from twenty yards, and every time a hit."
He knew that poem by heart, after all, it had been him and his only ever best friend that made it up. Sammy was one to be admired, he knew that.
Though, of course, a lot of mutts had Sammy on their bad side, Jimmy wondered if Sammy was still alive all on his own...

(OOC - I know Jimmy didn't make up the poem but even so... it's only pretend, ha THE POEM IS FROM BLOOD BROTHERS BY THE WAY, NOT MINE. Just in case anyone's reading.)

[WonderDog]

(OOC - I never mentions Jimmy being alpha in any rp posts here, by the way... at least I don't think so, I'm too lazy to read back fully, but I'm pretty sure I didn't. Still looking forward to the bio! Sammy is known in the group as "Our Sammy" sometimes, by the way)

[Soapy]

Soapy was actually quite glad that Poppy was coming along. At least she'd be away from Scott.
Soapy looked over at Britney who was glowering hatefully at her. Soapy put on a 'Sorry' look and then watched as Poppy bounded around in the snow, suggesting on which places they should go. Britney mentioned a shrine that Poppy had and Soapy's mind began to wonder what that was. What was even on display there, where it was.
Soapy was jerked from her thoughts as Britney suggested more places but had no real intent on going there. When she brought up that they really didn't have a set destination, Soapy nodded.
"It's true Poppy", said Soapy, the wheels turning in her head about this so called 'shrine'. "When you go for walks you don't usually stop somewhere. But...this shrine of yours sounds interesting. I've never seen it."
She turned to Britney and smiled sheepishly.
"Not that I uh,"Soapy started, clearing her throat, pawing at the snow. "Want to. I just uh, never mind."
Soapy tried to think of something to get her mind of the shrine but was surprised when Britney had distracted her. Like she read Soapy's mind.
"Oh yea", said Soapy. "Um, ok. I'll explain it in a minute."
She turned to Poppy.
"Hey Poppy", Soapy said. "Um this shrine of yours sounds interesting. Uh, maybe we could pass by there on our walk."
Soapy could tell Poppy really wanted to show off something weird so Soapy opted for her shrine. The graveyard sounded to scary to go to at night, especially after what happened the last time Soapy was in a graveyard. And a church, why a church? And she had no idea where Harriet's Shop was.
A feeling of dread suddenly washed over Soapy.
Britney is going to kill me for this, she thought. Then I'll be in the graveyard and-
Soapy shook her head to rid her thoughts and smiled at Poppy.
"Hey Poppy", said Soapy. "Do you still work for that black cat? If so, did she help you with this shrine?"
She looked over at Britney who must be on the verge of snapping her mouth shut and whispered to her.
"Come on, then we can talk in peace", Soapy tried to insist her friend even though she knew that Poppy would listen either way. "Uh, let's get moving. Poppy you lead the way".

I'm most likely gonna die tonight, Soapy thought. If I hadn't been killed by Scott I'd sure bet a few bones that Britney would like to take a chunk out of me.

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It was dark and damp inside Ironside's apartment room but Whatsername barely noticed. She stared out the window, lying on the couch where heaven knows went on there while Ironside talked about random things, walking into the living room with two bottles of beer.
"So I said to him, 'Look brotha. I need the money. Either pay me now or get your head blown off", Ironside continued. "So what happened was, the jerk didn't give me the money so I was forced to rip him to shreds. Ha ha!"
Ironside kicked back in an old armchair that had seen better days and smiled over at Whatsername to see her responce. He frowned when he saw that Whatsername wasn't even listening, she was now just staring down at the dirty floor, her ears back, a sad look on her face.
"Hey!", said Ironside, causing Whatsername's ears to shoot up. "Whatsername what is wrong with you tonight? You seem deep in thought. Everything okay?"
"I guess so", said Whatsername, lifting up her head. "I was just thinking about-"
"Ah don't think", said Ironside, grabbing his beer bottle, opening it and taking a long gulp. "Have a beer. It'll settle your mind. Besides, thinking is for lost souls who have a life full of sin."
"Just like you", said Whatsername, picking up her beer bottle, flicking off the cap and gulping down the liquid, a smirk playing at her mouth.
Ironside had been drinking when Whatsername had said this and almost choked on his beer. Slowly he pulled the bottle away, coughed a few times then glared at Whatsername.
"Hey", he said, still coughing a little. "I never said I was a saint and neither did you. You know you have to kill to survive."
"Yeah, yeah, yeah", said Whatsername. "That's true but....Ironside, you ever think what happened to your old pack? If those members are even still alive?"
Ironside was caught off guard by the question but answered.
"Sweetheart", said Ironside. "I don't think, I know what happened to them".
"Well?", said Whatsername after a long pause. "What happened to them?"
"Ah ya know", said Ironside. "Some dead, some in the pound".
"All of them?", said Whatsername. "Every last one?"
"Yup", said Ironside without any sympathy. He chugged down more of his beer then continued.
"Poor bastards got what was coming to them though", he continued. "The parasites. Why all this talk of gangs Whatsername? Of old friends. Why the sudden interest?"
"I was just wondering", said Whatsername, taking another gulp of beer. "Just wondering."
Ironside shrugged and launched himself into another story, Whatsername thinking about Jimmy.
He can't be dead can he?, she thought. And Sammy, he can't be dead. They were tough. They could survive through anything. But Ironside's gang was just as tough and they wound up dead.
Whatsername tried to convince herself that neither Sammy nor Jimmy were dead but a clenching feeling in her gut told her she may be wrong. She hoped with all her might that she was. That someday, she would find her Saint Jimmy.

(OOC-Not too happy with this post and Wonder, you actually mentioned Jimmy being alpha a few posts ago. And Lmao, I love Sammy. He's so funny! He reminds me so much of this guy I used to know named Keith who was a total druggie and drinker but the things he came out with had me laughing so hard I was in tears. And yeah, I hope to get the bio up soon. Not sure when but it will go up eventually. I'm lucky I have time to post these rp posts.)

[WonderDog]

(OOC - Ugh, when I find the bother to look back, I will But yea, I quite like Sammy myself.)

Britney hadn't the slightest clue what had gotten into Soapy that day.
"Poppy's shrine? Just the basics," Britney snarled, "Dead rat bones for a display, creepy cyrstals and an eeire "humm" sound going on twenty four seven, and all we can do is meditate or test witchcraft. Yes, it sounds like a blast!" Britney said, sarcastically.
"Some of us appreciate the arts, Britney."
"The ar- since when was weird an art?!"
Poppy glowered at Britney before turning her head away from her sister.
"You mean Medea? Oh, yes, I still work for her! Maybe we could-!"
"The shrine is enough, thank you, and Soapy if you open your mouth to her again I will shut it for you!" Britney warned the both of them. Poppy grumbled about it "not being fair" that Britney could have Soapy around and she couldn't have anyone.
"Oh, it's right underneath the old prison that was abandoned years ago!" Poppy said, when she was told to lead the way.
"Yes, Soapy," Britney said, with VERY fake enthusiasm, "Underneath an abandoned prison, doesn't that sound lovely?"
As Poppy strolled in front, babbling about things that didn't make any sense, Britney glared at the ground as the walked. The last place she felt like going to was Poppy's shrine. Not only was it highly depressing, but it was creepy.
"So," Britney muttered to Soapy, "When do you plan to tell me this thing you want to tell me?"
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Sammy was oblivious to Whatsername ever leaving the nightclub, his senses were too full of cigarettes and alcohol. he stood to his feet, swaying slightly as he tried to pick up his little bag. Being drunk when you have so much people after your head on a platter was not a very wise idea. But Sammy didn't seem to care.
"LONG LI... LIVE THE QUEEN!" Sammy hiccuped, laughing hysterically. "OH CAAAAANADAAAAAA!"
He stumbled down the road, banging into a few lamp posts on his way down, screaming things as he did so.
"Tell me it's... it's not truuuuue!" Sammy sang, loudly. A few lights switched on hear and there (although all the humans heard is out of tune howling) and people shouted from inside for him to shut up, "Say it's j-just a stooooooory!"
Sammy jumped onto a ledge, shouting, "I'M DEFYYYYING GRAAAVITYYYY!"
"Shut it!" one mutt shouted from the alleyway, "We're not all nocturnal y'know!"
"I'mma knock yo turnal wight awff, pal!" Sammy shouted back. Sammy looked around as other mutts began to shout at him. He got up and walked towards a large building and looked up at it.
"Apartments... I used to got one'a em..." he slurred, "Hello apartment!" He looked around again and bounded down the street, his little brown sack banging against his chest as he did so, "Aw jeez, I wish, I wish I was a fish!" Sammy belly slopped into a puddle, laughing hysertically.
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"Some mutts just don't know when to stop," Jimmy said, hearing Sammy's drunken shouts. Jimmy looked behind him, the shouts were quite loud.
He saw the mutt rolling in the puddle. Jimmy rolled his eyes. Sammy's fur was covered in mud and water and he stunk of alcohol and nicotine, so it was hard to make out Sammy's scent. He considered asking the mutt where he had got so wasted, seeing if he could knock off a few shots or so. Turning around, he wandered towards Sammy.
"Hey?" Jimmy called, "You alright?"
Sammy looked up through glazed eyes, before giggling.
"I can no better than I sort am I..."
"I have no idea what that was supposed t-...." Jimmy stopped in front of him, inspecting him. "Are... is that...?"
"M'name is Sammy, sexy Sammy," Sammy said, grinning. Jimmy stared, wide eyed.
"Sammy? Sammy, look!"
"Ah, yes, I know you..." Sammy slurred, "We... I knew you... like... aaaaaages ago!"
"Sammy! Where have you been all this time, you look like crap!"
"I juzz been cruisin'," Sammy said, which sent him off in giggles again.

(OOC- This doesn't come to a colourful ending... oh well.)

[Soapy]

Soapy was about to ask Britney what this "humm" noise was but she was interrupted by Poppy and then the sisters went into one of their usual fights which lasted a few seconds because when Poppy brought up about going to see Medea, the anger was directed right towards Soapy. Britney threatened that if Soapy were to open her mouth again Britney would shut it for her.
Soapy shrunk back a little with a sheepish smile on, only leaping forward when Poppy actually said where her shrine was. When Britney addressed Soapy and repeated where the shrine was Soapy felt her heart and stomach drop.
"An abandoned prison?", Soapy said to Britney, since Poppy was ahead babbling about stuff that Soapy didn't understand. "Like, abandoned, as in no one's there. Or abandoned as in no one's there but ghosts. I uh....I don't like ghosts....I mean, there are always the bad kind and I've never wanted to run into them. May-Maybe we should let the ghosts rest. I-I mean, if they need us they can always contact us....you know through uh....through our friend Naomi or-or um...."
Soapy bit her tongue as Poppy's name almost slipped out of her mouth. She knew if she were to say that spirits could contact Poppy, Britney would lose her mind. Soapy looked at Britney when she whispered to Soapy to tell her what had happened before. Soapy nodded.
"Just a minute", said Soapy. "I'll let Poppy hear this too. It might get her mind off the whole shrine thing."
Soapy cleared her throat and called out to Poppy.
"Hey Poppy!", Soapy called out. "Um....maybe we could go to your shrine another night or something. Don't you want to hear my story about a disappearing dog?"

(OOC-Ick. Short and sucky. I'll probably post better tomo-I mean later. I'm lucky I got that out. Anyway, sorry it's so short. I didn't want to keep you waiting though.)

[WonderDog]

Britney was rather relieved when Soapy called the thing off. She sighed, smiling lightly.
"Yea, Pops. Another day. And by another, I mean never."
"You two are such sticks in the mud!" Poppy shrieked. Britney leaned back, wincing at Poppy's "angry" voice, "Fine, I'll go myself!"
"You do that. Please."
"Ugh, I wi-!"
When Soapy invited her to listen to the story, Poppy forgot about her shrine completely, and Britney groaned quietly, rolling her eyes. Soapy really was the friend that kept on giving. Unfortunately.
"Disappearing dog? Disappearing? Oh! You might have seen a supernatural occurrence!" Poppy wandered forward, grinning at her outcomes. Britney scoffed under her breath.
"Supernatural, yea," she sneered, sarcastically to herself.
"What happened, exactly? Did you find that when you blinked it was gone? Or did it physically disappear before you?"
"Or maybe you had too much to drink?" Britney offered, which received a glare from Poppy.
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"Where have you been lurking?"
"Here, there and everywhere." Sammy had given Jimmy one of his cigarettes, which was clamped between his jaws tightly, smoke wafting up like gray snakes, "Little bit of San Diego, little bit'a London."
"London?!"
"Sure. There's such thing as cruise ships y'know."
"You got on a cruise ship?" Jimmy asked.
"Wasn't easy... but I got in through the baggage."
"Awesome."
Jimmy sat down on the street, his eyes scanning over the apartment building in front of him. Sammy sat down next to him, taking another swing from his vodka bottle.
"Ran into any others?" Jimmy asked, hopefully. Sammy shrugged, his face a little iffy.
"I might've seen Armstrong, but I was drunk at the time, so I'm not sure," Sammy slurred.
"You're drunk now, I shouldn't be asking you anything."
Sammy laughed loudly and obnoxiously, that a few lights in the apartment building turned out to see what caused the sound.

(OOC- No problem Soapy, at least you posted at all )

[Soapy]

Soapy smiled as Poppy took interest in her story now that she had said it had a little paranormal pazazz. Her smile turned into a glare however as Britney had told Poppy that she probably had too much to drink. Still, she couldn't help but crack a small smile.
Soapy cleared her throat.
"Uh guys", she said. "You can fight later. I want to tell my story".
Soapy was quiet for a few more minutes before launching into her story.
"Okay well, it started as I was on my way to Scott's alley", Soapy explained. "And just for the record, I didn't kill the rat."
Soapy started telling it from when she was chasing snowflakes then told her friends every detail. What she had seen, heard, felt, and smelled. She told them the whole story up until she had retrieved the dog's rat and brought it to the edge of the alley.
"And there was no one there", said Soapy, coming to a finish. "I couldn't even catch her scent. It was like she had poofed into thin air. Creepy huh?"
Soapy was quiet while she waited for a response from both Britney and Poppy.

(OOC-Bleh, short again. Problem is I have no idea what to do with Whatsername. I guess I could have had Ironside yell out the window for Sammy to shut up but bleh, I didn't want Whatsername to see them yet.)

[WonderDog]

(OOC - Don't worry, I won't bring in Jimmy until you're ready.)

Britney seemed, even for someone who didn't believe in afterlife or Heaven, rather quizzical, as though trying to find a logical reason for this. But of course, Poppy got there first.
"Wow! That's defintely paranormal activity! Even Britney knows that!"
"C'mon now, there has to be a reason for it," Britney said, trying to think of something. Poppy walked forward.
"Can you take me to where you seen this dog? I might be able to figure it out for myself, I know my paranormal activites," Poppy offered.
"Don't you just?" Britney said, her voice full of sarcastic enthusiasm, "But yea, maybe if we go to see where this happened, we could figure it out. Don't worry, if she's still there, I'm sure I could take her. I am in BlackDeath - and one of the original" - at this, Poppy scowled horribly - "memebers, so I have some strength on me."
"No need to gloat, Britney," Poppy said, airily, "Did you see what she looked like, Soapy? Which way do we go?"
"Yes, but hurry," Britney yawned, "I'm getting a bit cold out here, and I've had a busy day."

(OOC - Now THAT... THAT is short and sucky... but hey, it should be enough to work on. Hopefully.)