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Post by Charlie B. Barkin on Apr 29, 2003 21:16:31 GMT -5
"Ow! Hey, hey, hey!" Charlie snaps, trying to pull away, but still keep his hold on Killer. He glowers down at the snivelling coward and sneers cruelly. "Well, I should have expected this sort of thing to happen. The old geezer needs girls to fight his battles for him because he's too much of a wimp to stand up for himself." He turns back to Ruby, trying his hardest to appear unaffected by the pain she's inflicting. "You are the strangest girl I've ever met, you know that? One minute, you hate this sorry excuse for a dog and the next minute you're defending him? What gives?"
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Post by Killer on Apr 29, 2003 22:56:57 GMT -5
Killer isn't liking this one bit and he tries to pull away from Charlie. He'll sooner watch a fight than be a part of one, but it seems the latter is inevitable for him right now. He looks up at Charlie with a startled expression at first as the cunning dog tries to provoke him.
"You're right," he whimpers, "I don't like confrontations...I don't like fights...I have an extremely low tolerance for pain, but mark my words, Charlie; You harm one patch of fur on Ruby and you'll see a different side of me."
His last words lower to a fierce growl. Well, as fierce a growl as he can muster anyway. His mind races again and his thoughts turn back to Hedge and how Charlie had so evilly set her up. It rouses his anger again as Charlie's latest statement echoes in his mind. Moving suddenly, he lunges sideways forcefully, yanking Charlie with him, perhaps hoping to pull the other dog's front limb out of its socket or cause Ruby to tear a nice hunk of fur out of his neck.
"Let go of me, Chuck!" he snarls, lunging again. He does this repeatedly until he's spent most of his strength, forcing his own weight forward and hauling Charlie's along with it. He'd used the tecnique in his younger days and had sometimes successfully escaped cruel humans. Of course, he had more strength and vigor then. The motion he uses is almost like that of a bucking horse, but Charlie's death grip on his collar brings him down each time, knocking the wind out of him momentarily.
"Ruby, I think I can keep this up for a bit longer," he pants, confident and determined to make his statement hold true, "You can get the stuff we need while I hold him off. The pliers will come in handy right now 'cause I'm gonna squeeze his head with 'em."
He lunges again, hoping that, for once, Ruby might take his advice and get the supplies. They will be used for more than just Hedge's escape as he plans it. A crowbar would also work nicely on Charlie's head.
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Post by Marik_Ishtars_Gurl on Apr 30, 2003 4:40:36 GMT -5
Ruby only snorts. "You idiot!" she says. "You'd be dead by the time I got back. Besides, Ruby Gem never runs away from a fight!"
She sneers at Charlie. "And if you can't figure out why I'm defending him, you're even stupider than I gave you credit for!" she says insultingly, raking her claws through his shoulder.
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Post by Killer on Apr 30, 2003 21:54:50 GMT -5
Killer has by now defiantly braced himself in a resistant stance against Charlie's grasp, practically strangling himself. He half wishes his collar would just slip off, but there isn't much chance of that.
"Well, Killer C. Whetnoze does!" he snaps back at Ruby in response to her comment on running from fights, "And I would not! I'm not that weak! Why, if you knew what I've been through, you and everybody else would think twice b'fore callin' me a wimp!"
Well, he let that slip. He doesn't want to go there and realizes his statements were barked out of frustration. Not only is his past virtually unknown to everyone, but his full name is as well...or, at least, it used to be. Not even Carface knows Killer's full name. After silently calling himself names, an idea comes to him and he slips one paw up to his collar and unbuckles the clasp. As the collar flies off his neck in Charlie's grasp, Killer loses his balance and somersaults backwards to crash into a pile of wooden crates and trash cans, which promptly topple and fall on him.
"I'm okay..." he voice comes muffled from beneath the heap.
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Post by Charlie B. Barkin on Apr 30, 2003 22:38:17 GMT -5
Charlie snarls as Ruby viciously claws his shoulder and he writhes sideways, but partially because of Killer's incessant yanking. He is surprised when he suddenly flips over backwards as Killer unfastens his collar. "Aah!" he groans, wincing as he picks himself up, throwing the collar aside with a violent thrust as he glares around, seething. "Think you're pretty smart, don't you, fat dog?" he hisses, resisting the impulse to cringe as the boxes and garbage cans clatter down on top of Killer. Deciding that, whether he's dead or not, the old mutt must be at least busted up a little bit. Figuring he'll have a time extricating himself from under the pile of rubbish, Charlie focuses his attention on Ruby. "Look, Ruby, this doesn't concern you, all right? I don't have a bone to pick with you." It's against Charlie's beliefs to hit a female, let alone physically fight with one, but he wants her out of the way so he can finish this self-appointed task. It crosses his mind to set her up like he did Hedge if she doesn't butt out.
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Post by Marik_Ishtars_Gurl on May 1, 2003 4:26:50 GMT -5
Ruby tosses her head and casually steps in front of Charlie once more. "I finish what I've started," she tells him. "And it looks like you're gonna be the next lucky dog to be sent to intensive care at my paws." She shows her claws dangerously and abruptly pulls out a whip, striking Charlie across his back.
Idly she wonders why the heck Charlie wants Killer dead. Surely the dumb mutt's boss doesn't really care about him; what would Charlie have to gain from murdering him? Shouldn't he go after Carface instead? But no matter, she thinks then, her full attention on fighting Charlie.
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Post by Killer on May 2, 2003 21:35:49 GMT -5
Killer can't rightly figure out what Charlie's problem is with him either, but he doesn't spend much time or energy on theories or logical explanations. All he knows is he's going to do all he can to stay alive for Hedge's sake.
At this time, he is busy trying to find his way out from under the mountain of crates and cans burying him. He finally manages to pull himself out only to discover he's gain a limp for his trouble. He staggers unsteadily for a moment before considering what's happening and what should be done.
"I'm gonna get the stuff to use to bust Hedge out," he says impulsively over his shoulder to Ruby as he's already on his way, "I don't doubt your fighting abilities. Just...be careful, okay?"
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Post by Marik_Ishtars_Gurl on May 3, 2003 4:38:59 GMT -5
Ruby snorts. "Barkin's the one who needs to be careful," she says. "By the time you come back, he'll be ready for a month in traction---if he's still alive."
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Post by Killer on May 3, 2003 23:12:57 GMT -5
Killer rolls his eyes, keeping his pace as he exits the scene, wondering how in the world he manages to put himself in such...strange...situations.
"Whatever you say, Ruby," he mutters as he turns a corner and picks up speed, praying he's going in the right direction.
Thankfully, he is able to gather the supplies quickly and he returns in a matter of minutes, winded and strained, but there nonetheless. As he nears the place he'd left Ruby, he prays his return will find everything okay...minus Charlie, if need be.
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Post by Marik_Ishtars_Gurl on May 5, 2003 5:15:58 GMT -5
Ruby is still pounding on Charlie, striking when he least expects her to. "Ya know," she smirks, "I can't remember the last time I had so much fun."
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Post by Charlie B. Barkin on May 6, 2003 12:54:45 GMT -5
Charlie has only moved in self-defense, refraining from striking back at Ruby as that just wouldn't seem right. At last he finds himself backed into a corner, a stack of wooden boxes behind him. In desperation, he turns and climbs them less than gracefully and, once at the top, manages to leap to a fire escape ladder. Hoping to hold Ruby off if she chooses to give chase, he kicks the boxes when he makes his leap, causing them to topple.
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Post by Hedge on May 6, 2003 14:00:51 GMT -5
OOC: Meanwhile, back at the ranch... er... dog pound...
BIC: Somehow Hedge had managed to fall asleep on the cold damp floor of the cage... however, she awakens as she hears assorted voices coming from beyond the heavy steel door... she can't help but shudder as she hears one of her own cry out... She starts to cover her ears, then suddenly she remembers who she is... her lineage... her parents... her master... and she stands erect, ears pricked as she feels a surge of adrenalin go through her body... She knows who is responsible for this and she vows right then and there justice will prevail... Charlie will pay for what he's done...
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Post by Killer on May 6, 2003 21:29:54 GMT -5
OOC- *snickers*  BIC- Killer cringes with every blow Ruby delivers on Charlie and he totally shrinks back when the German Shepherd climbs the crates and knocks them down on purpose. He hopes Ruby didn't get caught in the avalanche."Ruby, you alright?" he coughs as dust from the crates has filled the air and made it more difficult to see, "We've gotta go get Hedge. Ruby?" |
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Post by Hedge on May 7, 2003 7:29:38 GMT -5
Hedge begins barking... short staccato barks, slightly pitched... hoping that Killer will hear and remember the code bark they exchanged to let the other know they were in trouble... she isn't surprised when the other impounded dogs join her, copying her exactly... the sound is deafening, and stops momentarily as the heavy steel door opens and a fat ugly man (it's the warty nosed man Itchy used) with a horrible smelling cigar lumbers into the kennel area of the pound. (I wonder if he's Carface's human look-alike?)  |
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Post by Killer on May 7, 2003 21:43:38 GMT -5
Killer's keen ears pick up Hedge's distress signal and he gets edgy. He paces around anxiously for a few seconds, muttering incoherently before he freezes and answers her bark with one of his own. It's an awkward thing for him because he rarely ever barks and his barking voice isn't much more intimidating than his speaking voice. His code is a series of barks and yaps telling Hedge to hang in there and help is on the way.
"Ruby!" he shouts after barking his head off, "I'm headin' for the pound. If you're not okay, say so and I'll...uh...think of somethin'. If ya are okay, hurry up and meet me at the pound!"
With that, he sets off quickly, but not too fast as he keeps his ears perked to hear a response from Ruby. He silently prays she isn't injured as he knows Hedge doesn't have much time--being in the pound without id tags and all.
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