“*OOF*” Cruiser gripped Parker's arm and bared his teeth. He should have seen that coming a mile away after the way Parker was acting. He reflected the angry point-blank stare down as the other dog asked again to believe his inane story. He barely even acknowledged Soren or Marcus. “The ****, Parker? Even if I do believe you, what’re you expecting to get out of it? It’s not like I know any more than you do about what the **** is going on.”HarlequinRed wrote:Parker then gripped the shepherd by his shoulder and slammed him against a nearby telephone poll. He then stared angrily and impatiently into the other dog's eyes since he was just plain tired of his insolence. "Listen **** it, I've been through more psych evaluations than you to know that I'm not ******* crazy." he then growled at him before easing up, showing a bit of fear for some reason. "So please," he said in an even quieter tone. "believe me." he then said, with a hint of fear since he just desperately wanted Charlie out of his body.
Once Parker broke eye contact, Cruiser glanced in the same direction, but saw nobody or anything of any interest.
“Thank you, Captain Obvious.” Cruiser sarcastically responded to Soren’s observation. “Now would you GET the FREAK off me?” He twisted against the pole a little to get better footing.razgriz wrote:Soren followed the Akita's gaze and saw... street, building, empty sidewalk. "Uh, what exactly are you looking at?" he asked, "there's nothing there."
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Leafolawl wrote:Skya stood there blankly for a second before green lights started going off in her head. "Oh, hey Zaya~! Nice to see your back!" She said, the same sing-song tone in her voice she'd had the entire morning so far sticking to her voice. "I'll have some Earl Grey if you have any, if not, some Chai might work, but if you don't have either of those, I'll settle for some Jasmine! Sorry about closing the door, by the way, but after thinking about it for a minute, I thought that closing the door, where it's usually closed, would be more inconspicuous than leaving it open. Thanks for going and getting us some tea and something to eat, and Scratch, thanks for covering for the food, and sorry about calling you "Scritch," it's just that I asked if you were okay with me calling you that earlier and you didn't answer, so I thought it's a fifty-fifty shot, and you need to avoid being identified, so I thought even a horrible temporary name before we actually develop a false identity to go with the completely different look would be appreciated... Also, That's a nice shade of brown to go with black." The cat said, taking a breath in before she passed out, and sitting down to wait for the tea.RockstarRaccoon wrote: Scratch looked around, adjusting the jacket on herself and checking the pockets. "I dunno... I don't think I'll ever be wearing them again but... I'd like to keep them around, just in case..." she sighed, "Can't have those IDs on me either: we might need to get some new ones faked..." She glanced around the room again, "If they'll be safe here, I guess we could leave the jacket and my old IDs..." She decided the black leather jacket was a no-go (too small of pockets and would look weird on a black dog) and tossed it back into a pile next to the box she'd gotten it from. She went for a light-brown Rick-Perry style one next..
Most likely not as good as the tea from the cafe, but it would have to do for now.
Zaya carefully removed the little kettle from the burner with a small cloth and poured the heated contents into three separate glass cups. By chance, Earl Grey tea is what he had most of left. “Careful, it’s still very hot.” She warned Skya after she’d finished voicing her long-winded return greeting and thoughts.
“I know both of you need the food so I spent the money wisely.” She commented as she pulled the few remaining dollars from her scarf. “Here’s the change. I covered the cost for my own food.” Zaya opened her bag and pulled out a breakfast sandwich and a little Styrofoam box of breakfast hot-links.
--Edge City Shopping Plaza--
A white SUV pulled up to a parking spot not twenty feet from the dumpster enclosure Plamen was left hidden in, and someone stepped out. The enclosure gate creaked open, and Plamen was faced with a rather tall person.
“Hello. You are Plamen I presume?” His voice was disturbingly deep, and slightly raspy. Was this the Help Zaya had sent?