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Post by Soapy on Feb 22, 2011 7:03:19 GMT -5
Soapy knew that Poppy would leap to conclusions as soon as she had finished the story, but what really surprised her was the flicker of wonder in Britney's eyes. Soapy knew just as well as Poppy that Britney didn't believe in such things but that flicker on wonderment in Britney's eyes seemed to prove Soapy wrong. After all the questions were out of Poppy's system Soapy spoke up. She too, knew there was a logical explanation. But as she was about to speak up, Britney started boasting about being a Blackdeath member. This made Soapy giggle, both at Britney's attitude and Poppy's annoyance. After all was said and done, Soapy finally spoke up. "Poppy", Soapy started. "I'm led to believe that this dog wasn't a ghost. I mean, ghosts don't eat...do they?" Soapy wasn't as spirit savvy as Poppy was. Sure, Soapy knew about the paranormal and believed most of it. Hell, she even saw some of it with her own eyes. Surely a ghost couldn't eat food. "Unless...", said Soapy, the thought leaving her mouth. "Unless this spirit was able to manifest itself enough to kill that rat. Remember those hell hounds? They were spirits but they attacked us. But wait, the dog I saw had a scent. Do ghosts have scents?" Soapy was thinking about this when she realized she had more questions to answer. "No Poppy, I didn't see what she looked like. It was too dark and the snow was blocking my view. All I saw was a large black figure, she was muscular for a female. Even when she came close to me I couldn't make her out.", said Soapy. "And yes, I'll take you to the spot." Soapy looked at Britney when she had said she was cold and tired. "You can go back to Scott if you want Britney", said Soapy. "Poppy and I will go check it out. We'll bring you any news. I mean, unless you want to come with us. I don't want you to be tired while we may have to fight. If she is still there, she'll want to put up a fight."
(OOC-GAH! Sorry this took soo long! I've been brain dead because I've been working on some other writings and rps and I've been practically brain fried. Ah well. Better late than never I suppose. Not very happy with my post (seriously though, when am I happy with my rp posts?) but it'll do. Soo.....tired.)
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Post by WonderDog on Feb 22, 2011 13:12:38 GMT -5
Poppy nodded wisely when Soapy invited her and suggested Britney to go back. Secretly, she was glad. Having Britney cleared off would be nice. She was so convinced Britney would go back. "No, Britney said, Poppy frowned instantly. "I better go, just in case she is still there. No offense, but I barely think you two could defend yourselves." Britney chuckled slightly, "let's get going. The sooner we go, the sooner we get back." Poppy grumbled under her breath as she followed Britney down the road. "This is rather peculiar to figure out. A ghost can't eat, Soapy's right... unless... this dog... has some sort paranormal power?" Poppy asked. "Maybe you were hallucinating? It's happened before, hasn't it?" Britney offered. Poppy scoffed haughtily. "There's a strong difference between hallucinating and havig a panic attack," Poppy sneered. Britney rolled her eyes. "How do you know? You've never had one." "I have, actually." "That explains so much, actually." "You're very rude, Britney. Why was I born alongside you, Annabelle was rather very cruel to me," Poppy snarled. Britney growled, her teeth bared in an angry gesture. "Say that again... go on." "I said, you-!" Poppy cut off, sniffing the air, "Did you tell us what this dog smelt like? I think I smell something unfamilar..." Britney picked up the scent and gagged, "No, it's just the scent of some drunk mutt, Pops."
(OOC - I just assume Sammy stinks xD)
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Post by Soapy on Feb 24, 2011 8:17:53 GMT -5
When Britney turned down Soapy's offer to go back she shrugged and kept on walking, until she heard what Britney had said about her and Poppy not being able to take care of themselves without Britney. "Hey!", said Soapy, rather offended. "Who saved you from that hell hound, huh Britney? Actually there were two and you froze like a scared rabbit! You didn't even attempt to attack them. I saved you from them remember?" Soapy turned her head towards Britney and glared slightly, only to glare more when Britney wondered if Soapy was hallucinating. "I was not hallucinating!", Soapy said, getting in Britney face. "And there's a huge difference between hallucinating and having a panic attack! If I was hallucinating then why did I find a half eaten rat? Why did I see the rats run out of the alley why did-" Soapy was cut off not only by Poppy and Britney fighting again but also she was starting to get a little upset. As soon as Soapy saw Britney bare her teeth at Poppy and Poppy about to repeat what she had said she leaped in front of both of them. "Alright enough!", said Soapy. "If you two are gonna fight the whole time like pups then I'm not showing you where I saw the dog. Like Poppy said, the sooner we go the sooner we go ba-" Soapy was cut off when Poppy asked what the dog smelled like. "It was unfamiliar", said Soapy. "I thought that if I had a better look at her that I would know her by si-". Soapy picked up the scent before Britney and gagged herself. "Oh my!", said Soapy. "How much did that guy drink?" Suddenly, Soapy's face went from sick to amused. She looked over at Britney with a wide grin. "Heh heh", Soapy giggled. "Smells like Dante when he's had too much." She started giggling a little, running up ahead. "Come on guys", she said. "The alley's this way!" ********************************************************************* After some more stories Ironside finally realized that there was something wrong with his friend. "Whatsername", said Ironside. The red husky lay down on the couch, staring at her barely empty beer bottle, watching the bubbles inside shoot up, not even hearing Ironside. Ironside groaned, put his beer down, which was almost empty and snatched away Whatsername's, causing her to jump, look in Ironside's direction and narrow her eyes. "What?!", she asked meeting the same expression on Ironside's face. "What do you want?" "You haven't heard a word I've been telling you", Ironside accused. "Yes I have!", said Whatsername. "You were talking about....your....old....gang...." "Wrong", said Ironside. "I was telling you about that girl I had here last night. What's up with you and thinking about my old gang?" "I don't know", said Whatsername. "It-It's not your gang anyway it's....it's..." "Aw honey", said Ironside, his ears drooping. "Are you thinking about your old gang? Why they abandoned you?" Whatsername growled under her breath, anger boiling in her eyes. "It's not just them", she growled. "It's my old boyfriend Jimmy okay! I'm wondering if he's still alive!" Whatsername shoved her paw over her mouth, but the words had already spilled out. She cursed at herself violently in her head as she received an amused look from Ironside. She lowered her paw as Ironside opened his mouth and glared at him. "Don't!", she screamed, violently laying her head down, looking the other way. "Just shut up Ironside. Don't you dare say anything about him." Ironside stifled a laugh by picking up his beer and taking a sip then moved over next to Whatsername's turned head, gently putting his paw on hers, causing Whatsername to growl viciously. "Aw come on baby", said Ironside. "I ain't gonna make fun. I'm just wondering why you're still thinking about that-" "Shut up!", yelled Whatsername, snapping her head forward, her nose inches from Ironside's. "You say one bad thing about him and I'll turn you inside out! Got it?!" "Woah, woah, woah", said Ironside, backing up from her fiery eyes. "Mary Jane calm down I was just gonna ask-" "I know what you were going to ask", said Whatsername suddenly turning her voice deep to mock Ironside. "Why do you even care about him? You were the one who left him he didn't leave you. Stop worrying about him, he's probably dead". Ironside smiled at her mocking impression of himself and sighed. "Well, since you know what I was gonna say", said Ironside, moving over to the armchair, kicking back. "I guessing you don't need me to talk now since you know everything". He faked heartbreak and Whatsername rolled her eyes, shoving aside her beer bottle and picked up a pen and dug through Ironside's pile of papers until she found a blank piece of paper and started writing. "What are you writing?", asked Ironside. "Shut up", said Whatsername. "Just shut up." "Baby you know if you-", started Ironside, grabbing Whatsername's bottle before it spilled all over the rug. Not like he cared, but still. "I said shut up", growled Whatsername. Ironside stayed quiet like she asked and all that could be heard was the scratching of pen on paper. A few minutes went by and it stopped. "Done", said Whatsername. "With what?", asked Ironside. "None of your business", said Whatsername. She picked up the piece of paper and read over what she had written.
Dearly beloved are you listening? I can't remember a word that you were saying. Are we demented or am I disturbed? The space that's in between Insane and insecure. Oh Therapy can you please fill a void? Am I retarded or am I just overjoyed? Nobody's perfect and I stand accused. For lack of better word and that's my best excuse.
Whatsername was suddenly interrupted when she heard Ironside yelling. She turned a saw the Doberman sticking his head out the window of his apartment, beer bottle in hand, ready to throw, the sound of drunken mutts sounding from below. "Hey!", screamed Ironside. "Shut up ya drunken idiots! Can't a guy be with his girl in peace?!" Just as he was about to hurl the empty beer bottle Whatsername grabbed it from him and, rolling up her note, stuck it in the bottle. "Hey what the-", said Ironside, cut off when the bottle was shoved back into his paws. "Throw it and shut up", said Whatsername. Ironside hurled the bottle out the window and hit a dog outside on the head. "Take that ya moron!", Ironside yelled before closing the window. "What was in that bottle?" "Nothing", said Whatsername.
(OOC-Once again sorry for being late! Argh. So I'm not sure if Britney was talking to Soapy or Poppy when she brought up hallucinating. You weren't specific on who she was actually saying that to. I'm guessing both of them or just Poppy herself but just to be safe I had Soapy answer it too. So yea. Sorry. It's so early here and I'm too tired to figure it out. On another note, I added you to my Yahoo messenger list! But you didn't add me back. At least not yet.)
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Post by WonderDog on Feb 24, 2011 12:55:27 GMT -5
(OOC - Yes, Britney was talking to Soapy. And I'll add you a.s.ap, when I find out how to get back on... and don't worry, I'll be patient... I'll be busy seething about how my theatre left my favourite character, Sammy [yes, I based my rpc Sammy off him] out of Blood Brothers *grumbles* Although the boy who played Mickey was dang tasty ;3)
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Post by Soapy on Feb 25, 2011 5:53:43 GMT -5
(OOC-Okay, you can post now Wonder)
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Post by WonderDog on Feb 25, 2011 15:36:14 GMT -5
Britney snickered at Soapy and Poppy's reactions before smiling maliciously. "And they wonder what my place is in BlackDeath." "Anyway, let's get a move on," Poppy said, "there lots to do! We have to investigate and... oh, shoot! I forgot my exorcism stuff!" "Please, no more exorcisms, that was annoying and Jack couldn't sleep for a week. Don still wants to kill you for that," Britney complained. Poppy rolled her eyes. "It wasn't my fault. If Jack can't take the wonders of the paranormal, then he shouldn't have been there." "Believe me," Britney snickered, starting to follow Soapy down the path, "there was only one reason why Jack was there." Poppy stuttered a few words and shook her head, fighting back the smile. Britney smirked. "Did you know, Soapy? About Jack and Poppy?" "Oh, be quiet, Britney. Nothing has happened," Poppy said, timidly, slinking behind, her head down. "Yet," Britney said, "believe me... I know love when I see it..." Britney spaced out for a moment, her eyes looking rather empty for a small moment before she snapped back into her mind again, "anyway, did you even catch the scent of this dog? Even slightly? What did she smell like? Rats? Blood? I've come across a lot of mutts in my time, I might be able to recognize her... there are plenty of people who owe Scott some hard earned dough."
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Sammy smirked drunkingly up at Ironside and then laughed hysterically at him when he shouted. "GO TO HELL!" "Sammy, don't," Jimmy snarled. "I WANNA BE A BILLIONARE," Sammy sang, loudly, "SO FREAKING BA- AH!" Sammy fell as a bottle hit him sharply on the head and he snarled. "Hey! Watch were you through your bottle's, ugly!" "That's what you get. You shouldn't have shouted. Oh look, the saddo put a little note in," Jimmy chuckled, darkly, picking up the note. "What does it say, hot stuff?" "Let me see," Jimmy said, opening it. He scanned his eyes over it, his smirk fading as he read. "It's the lyrics to Dearly Beloved..." "HEY!" Sammy shouted at the window, "WE'RE NOT YOUR TYPE! STICK TO YOUR GAY BARS!" "No, I don't think he wrote it," Jimmy said, softly. "Good, I was starting to get concerned. C'mon. Let's go. I... I have to..." Sammy swung another wave of vodka down his throat, wincing as the burning liquid ran down his throat. "I think you've had enough of that," Jimmy snarled, snatching it from him. "This just... I'm not moving from here." "Why?" Sammy whined. Jimmy was too deep in though to listen to him. "Hey, Sammy? Do you remember that poem we wrote back in the Underbelly... about you?" "Oh, yeah," Sammy laughed, "why?" "Let's say it." "Why?" Sammy hiccuped, "I don't - can't - ... remember it." "Shut up and say the thing." Sammy cleared his throat dramatically, "I WISH I WAS OUR SAMMY. Ha, that's me..." "Our Sammy's nearly ten," Jimmy said, loudly, but not as loud as Sammy's bellows. "He's got... he... he's got two worms and a catapult!" "And he's built an underground den." "I'm not allowed to go in there, I have to stand near the gate!" Sammy yelled. "Cos my mom says I'm only seven but I'm not..." With a deep breath, both mutts yelled, "I'M NEARLY EIGHT!"
(OOC - Yet again, the poem is actually from Blood Brothers. It's one hell of an amusing poem.)
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Post by Soapy on Mar 2, 2011 10:18:57 GMT -5
Soapy ignored the two sisters, trotting a few inches ahead, trying to figure out where the alley she had been in a few hours before was. She didn't mean to ignore them, she was just concentrating, nose sticking in the snow, trying to pick up her own scent from before. She lifted her head and snorted then turned another way, sticking her nose back in the snow.
After a few minutes she came across a scent in the snow. It was her scent! She had found it! Now all she had to do was follow it. Soapy lifted her head and looked from the spot where her scent was and the direction it was going in. She looked at the shops lining their left and squinted her eyes, trying to see a messy, disturbed looking snow drift. With a thoughtful look on her face she moved to the side, walking onto the sidewalk, looking down the stretch of buildings. She could just see the snowdrift that she had ran into earlier to avoid the rats.
Soapy's thoughts were instantly interrupted by the call of her name. She snapped out of her thoughts, making a quick mental note of where the snowdrift was then turned to Britney. "What about Jack and Poppy?", Soapy asked, finally realizing what Britney had said. "Oh really? That sounds sweet. Poppy could use a boyfriend. Don't make fun of love Britney. We've all felt it before." Soapy said the last part with a 'even you' tone. She knew that if she spoke of Britney's old flame, John, or her mother that Britney would get upset which is why Soapy just hinted that Britney had felt it before. No names, no details. Soapy simply wanted to remind her.
"No Britney", said Soapy, when Britney asked Soapy if she had caught the dog's smell. "And if I did it obviously smelled like rat. I mean she was eating one after all and when she put her face in mine I could smell her breath. It smelled of rat and rat blood. But not her actual scent. Anyway, come on we're almost there." With that Soapy took off towards the snowdrift. *********************************************************************** Ironside yelled one last profanity out the window before before slamming it shut and turning towards Whatsername who was walking out of the kitchen area with a bottle of beer. Ironside closed the blinds while glaring at Whatsername. "What?", asked Whatsername, setting the beer on the rotted coffee table. "What'd I do now?" "You know d**n well", said Ironside, swiping up the beer from the table, earning a growl from Whatsername which he ignored. "What did you put in that empty beer bottle I threw?" Whatsername opened her mouth to object but Ironside cut her off. "And don't you dare say 'nothing' ", said Ironside, flipping the cap of the beer bottle with his claw, tossing it aside. "Because that 'nothing' had those guys calling me gay!" Whatsername's ears pinned back in annoyance, her eyes turning into slits. "It was...", Whatsername started, looking down at her bandanna. "It was just a note". "A note for them?", asked Ironside. "Cause if you were flirting with them you should have at least put your name on it cause they instantly thought I sent it." "No!", said Whatsername, her head jolting up. "It wasn't to them! I don't even know those guys!" "Like that's stopped you before", said Ironside, in a teasing voice, taking a gulp of his beer. Whatsername ignored his rude comment and rolled her eyes. "Look", said Whatsername. "It was a note, that's it". "To who?", said Ironside, putting the bottle down, Whatsername snatching it off the table and taking a defiant gulp out of it. After all, it WAS hers to begin with. "Hey! Give me back my beer and tell me what that note was." Whatsername glared at Ironside, her mouth full of beer, hesitating on swallowing it. She swished it around her mouth then realized that Ironside wouldn't leave her alone until she told him who the note was for. She gulped down her mouthful of beer before saying, "It was a note. To Jimmy". "Not him again!", whined Ironside. "Whatsername when will you learn.....he wasn't even out there!" "Yea well", said Whatsername, swallowing again, the beer burning in her throat. "I-I was hoping one of those mutts knew him. Surely they know about our poem." "Your poem?", said Ironside. "What poem?" "Back in the Underbelly, my old gang", Whatsername explained. "One night Jimmy gave me a piece of paper and this poem was written on it. It was the same poem I sent in that bottle. Jimmy wrote it for me and gave it to me for Valentine's Day. I'm surprised I remember it." Ironside just thingyed his head. "That doesn't explain why you put it in the bottle and threw it out the window", said Ironside. Whatsername huffed. "I was hoping that maybe Jimmy had told one of his friends about the poem", said Whatsername. "I was hoping one of his friends were down there, read the note, then made the connection. I thought they would bring it to Jimmy.....wherever he may be." "Mary Jane", Ironside groaned, shaking his head. "The chances of that happening...." "I know", said Whatsername. "I'm just being hopeful". "Why do you care so much about this guy?", asked Ironside, snatching the bottle from Whatsername's paws. Whatsername didn't even care about the beer. It was making her stomach churn with sadness. "Because", she said after a moment of silence. "He was the only dog who understood me". Ironside gave her a confused look then burst out laughing, Whatsername glaring at him.
(OOC-Sorry for the late post. I had writer's block. Bleh. Decided to wing it with Whatsername)
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Post by WonderDog on Mar 10, 2011 19:24:04 GMT -5
"Hey, no need for spiteful remarks!" Britney retorted when Soapy hinted at her past romance, "I'm all for Poppy and Jack anyway. Their cute together, and how often do you hear that being said from me? Me?" "I admit, not often," Poppy muttered. "Exactly," Britney said, "now, let's all focus on this. Oh..." Britney perked her head up, "I smell something... ah ha!" Britney trotted away from the small group, Poppy watching her. "What is it?" Poppy asked, "is it her?" "No," Britney said, peering into the alleyway, "LURLINE! We won't warn you again! Pay up!" Poppy rolled her eyes, "BlackDeath payments. C'mon, we don't need see this, this could get pretty ugly." Poppy winced as Britney shouted colorful words and strolled further into the alleyway, "she'll soon catch up."
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"So, my pretty," Sammy said, "the note has some sorta poem on it?" "Yea... familiar, isn't it?" Jimmy asked, reading over it again. "This isn't gonna turn into some kinda Harry Potter situation where you'll obsess over this note, is it?" Sammy asked, staring at the note, "why would that guy say that to you? We should set him straight." "We should, but we won't," Jimmy said, sharply. "And whyyyy, my sam de amigo?" "Look, you've had too much to drink, and the poem we said obviously didn't work," Jimmy said, standing up, "we should get the hell out of here." "You can has not have... no... you can... you... can't ever... I mean... CAN NEVER... have anything - have too much to drink," Sammy slurred. "C'mon," Jimmy said, "c'mon, you need to sober up." "I can never be happy sober," Sammy spat suddenly, "it's not right." "Sammy, that guy will end up getting someone on us, and you're no good when you're off your head, drunk," Jimmy hissed. "I'll show that guy," Sammy said, getting up, stumbling savagely, "I'mma hurt that guy!" "Sammy!" Jimmy yelled when Sammy struggled to run into the apartment building. Jimmy rfan after him but stopped when the escalator door shut in his face, Sammy shut up inside there on his way to "settle some business".
(OOC- Sorry it's late. I have reasons I couldn't be bothered to explain.)
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Post by Soapy on Apr 17, 2011 4:46:36 GMT -5
Soapy gave Britney a look as if to say 'whatever' when she spoke of being all for Poppy and Jack and they were cute together and how often something like that came out of Britney's mouth. Poppy beat her to speaking so Soapy just nodded along with Poppy then went back to focus at the task at hand. She sniffed the ground and the air, catching a scent. She was about to voice her find when Britney spoke up. She had been facing the opposite side of Soapy, Poppy in the middle. Was it a different scent? Soapy turned her head to Britney and at the same time Poppy spoke Soapy said, "Who is it?" She got an answer from Britney, calling out to someone named Lurline. Soapy gave a sniff, making sure it wasn't the dog she smelled before. She was brought back to reality by Poppy's voice, warning Soapy to move because things could get ugly. Soapy nodded and didn't ask any questions regarding BlackDeath as she too winced at the colorful language Britney was using as she strolled into the alley. Soapy was gonna wait for her friend but Poppy said she would catch up. Soapy was about to protest when she heard a shout of equally colorful language come from the alley from another voice. Soapy winced again and scampered forward, careful not to slip on the ice that coated the sidewalk. Once she and Poppy were out of earshot, Soapy looked at her friend's sister. "I never knew Britney spoke like that", said Soapy. "I've never heard her use those words before. And we could have waited for her.....I wouldn't have minded." As if to show she was uncomfortable with the situation Soapy heard another colorful word being used and flinched. "Uh then again", Soapy admitted. "I could always go on wondering." Soapy scanned the area ahead and tried to put the thought of what Britney might be doing out of her head. Soapy knew how to fight, very well in fact. She just didn't like to fight with others. Part of her was happy that Poppy stayed behind. Soapy sniffed the air again, bringing her nose down to the ground and giving it a quick sniff. They were on the right path....but where was that snow drift she had hid in? Soapy looked up and looked ahead again, looked back, then walked forward a little, squinting through the snow. "I wish it would stoop snowing", said Soapy. "I can barely make anything out." She trotted a few more steps ahead until she finally saw her snow drift. "Ah ha!", Soapy said after awhile. "There's the snow drift. Come on Poppy, this way." Soapy ran forward, toward the drift and stopped just outside the alley. "Okay", said Soapy when she reached the drift. "Poppy you stand guard out here and wait for Britney. I'm gonna go take a look inside. I'll call you guys if I find something." Soapy made her way into the alley she was in just a few hours before, Poppy's talk of the supernatural had scared her just a little bit and she jumped at every noise the rats made, afraid the dog she had seen would pop out and attack her. She sent a silent prayer to the heavenly whippet Annabelle to protect her as she ventured on. Soon she came to the spot where she had placed the rat. She pawed a little at the snow and checked if it was underneath. It was gone. In a frantic, Soapy dug further, even dug at different spots but the rat was gone. Either the dog she had seen was a really fast runner, or like Poppy said, a ghost. Soapy felt her stomach drop as she considered the latter option. ******************************** After a few more stories of Ironside's gang Whatsername decided to go to bed. Ironside was getting annoyed at her because she sent that letter out and for once Whatsername didn't want a fight. She was depressed and angry with herself. What she needed was a good night's sleep. After slamming the guest room door in Ironside's face, Whatsername curled up on the old mattress on the floor and fell asleep almost instantly, thinking about how Ironside could be right. Maybe Jimmy was dead after all. Outside the room, Ironside was kicked back on the couch, drinking a beer, peering out the window. "Great now those guys think I'm gay", said Ironside. "Not that there's anything wrong with being gay but how dare Mary Jane make me sound like a-" His voice cut off as he watched the two mutts below walk towards the building. "Oh that's it", he said, slamming his beer down. "Now I have to go kill them both. They come up here and I'll skin em. Better meet them halfway". Ironside got up from the couch and walked out the door into the abandoned apartment hallway. "Alright!", he yelled. "Who's asking for trouble?! I'll skin you alive then make you eat your own fur!" Ironside stood there, watching, waiting for someone to appear. He moved slowly down to the staircase and pricked his ears, to catch the slightest sound of the mutts who were outside.
(OOC-SO SORRY it's late. Can't be bothered to explain why for some reason. Bleh. Just...enjoy. Sorry if it sucks. I've been up since 3am and it's now 5:45am. I need sleep. *dies*)
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Post by WonderDog on Apr 25, 2011 15:35:41 GMT -5
(OOC- I didn't know you posted, Soapy, I apologize for my lateness. Thinking of bringing Jack in. I haven't rped him in AAAAAAGES. Then again, maybe not.)
Poppy noticed Soapy flinching at the language and she let out a light hearted laugh. "Oh Soapy," she said, "if you think the words she uses are bad, then you obviously have to place in BlackDeath." As usual, Poppy always made what intended to be an innocent phrase turn out rude. Poppy looked up at the snow clouds above, ignoring the snow that pelted her face, "I like the snow. it means that the world is still alive. Unlike what it will be like in 400 years. With global warming, we don't stand a chance." Poppy laughed her "sickly sweet" laugh, striding ahead a bit from Soapy. When they found the spot, Poppy followed Soapy to the snow drift, cautiously. She paused beside Soapy. "This? Oh my." She peered into the alleyway, "why, anyone could have died there. I wouldn't be surprised if Scott killed them himself. So there may well be a ghost or spirit haunting in there." Poppy gave a tentative sniff of the air and shuddered, "oh yes. There is a very unpleasant aroma coming from this place. I would be very careful if I were you." As Soapy ventured in, Poppy watched her. "Oh, be careful," she said, "I can smell blood... oh, this is fascinating, really. Medea would have loved this." Poppy continued to watch, eyes wide with interest. "If only I had taken my little book with me... it clearly would have stated the signs of supernatural behaviour." Poppy paused for a moment, before saying something odd, "Ivy would know. Wherever is Ivy? Ivy? Ivy!" Poppy continued to call for her "spirit" companion. Some people say that Ivy wasn't real, and Poppy had serious hallucination problems. In fact, everyone said that. "Any luck?" Poppy asked, after a while.
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With a loud "ding" from the elevator, Sammy appeared out of the automatic doors just as Ironside disappeared down the stairs. "Where are y', y' frilly piece of... of... get out here!" Sammy growled. He got no reply so he ventured into Ironsides open apartment, sniffing around. He caught a scent that was familiar, and yet an unfamilar scent. Sammy was too drunk to recongize any scent, so he merely jumped onto the sofa, curled up and started to gaze around, as though he stumbled into Wonderland. "I wonder what Jimmy is doing...?" Sammy said. With a final yawn, Sammy curled up tighter onto the sofa and fell asleep there.
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Jimmy swore inwardly in his head as he raced up the stairs, trying to catch Sammy before he got himself into trouble. But knowing Sammy, was that virtually impossible. He just prayed he didn't bang into anyone on his way up. "Come on Sammy, why do you have to do this to me?" Jimmy snarled, "you're worse to control than Jack on Hallow'een... dang, that mutt is scared of anything..." Jimmy's thoughts were cut off when a scent filled his senses. It was an unfamiliar scent. Ironside was at the staircase. Jimmy came a couple of metres in front of him before realizing he was there, catching his eye. Jimmy stumbled back a little, startled by this sudden appearance. He had caught Ironsides threat and laughed. "Me? Eat my own fur? Mate, I won't even lick myself, I taste terrible," he said, with a smirk, "and besides. I wouldn't be too quick with the threats, dude. Do you even know who I am?" Jimmy strolled up a few steps, "do you even know what I'm part off?"
(OOC- I just assumed Ironside didn't notice Sammy... and by assumed I mean I'm forcing you to do so, muahahahahahaaaaaaaa. I sense a fight coming on here between Saint Jimmy and Ironside.)
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Post by tifenni on Jan 4, 2013 0:50:35 GMT -5
To see a WOW Gold world in a granda of stand.And a heaven in a wild flower.Hold infinity in the palm your hand and eternity in an hour.
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