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[rawrzz loudly]

Becca day had so far hone relatively smoothly. Minx, the furry evil overlord of the humane society had been kind today but angrily informed her no one had given him enough attention by stealing a adoption form she had been filling out for a family. After a several confused and frustrated minutes she found Minx in his bed watching her while he sat nonchalantly on top of the form. Becca stared back at the cat sensing the challenge... he was not going to let her just pull the form out from under him... "O-kay mister, I see you're trying to make a point." Becca bent down and lifted the creature from its cushion with a grunt. Minx was undeniably large. His cushy life here made it easy for him to have access to treats and food at his beck and call. Adjusting the large mewing mass against her side Becca huffed, "I think you're pushing 30 pound Minx. Time for a diet." She glanced down and laughed to herself as Minx seemed to glare up at her disapprovingly. Now at least she could fetch the form and return to the family waiting for her.

"Here we are~ Sorry about that. I'll just need your--" Becca stopped mid sentence and stride at the look the family gave her. But then realized the look of shock wasn't directed at her but Minx. Remembering then that the family were her to adopt an older cat.... "Ha! No, no this isn't your cat." Becca pulled Minx higher against herself as she handed over the form, which included a photo of the cat the family was adopting and circled both her arms around the great beast in her arms. "Minx was the culprit however in the case of the disappearing form..." Becca said more for the amusement of the two young children there. She then added with a shrug to the parents as they noted the bite marks on the page. "This is the owners cat. Approval also has to go through him." They simply nodded there head at Becca restraining not very well the perplexed look on their faces that was now directed at her. Becca rolled her shoulders and left the parents to finish filling out the forums. She was used to getting weird looks for how she talked to the animals, most pet people understood it... others like these parents just thought she was weird. After the family went off with their new pet the rest of her shift went quietly. Allowing her to do some homework at the front desk once her actual duties were finished.

"Bye everyone, bye Minx!" She called after spending a few minutes lint rolling her clothes and heading out the door. Once outside Becca took a deep excited breath and smiled. Today had actually been a really good day, and knowing she didn't have to rush anywhere or make arrangements was amazing~ These last few days had been rather stressful, she was excited to live with Olivia but the process of getting herself actually moved in was hard. Fitting her stuff in the elevator, packing, buying new stuff, carrying things up the stairs that wouldn't fit! Becca for the first time this season had skipped out on her weekly training since she had over worked her body trying to move in... But it was done! Finally, and now they were going to celebrate!

Becca glanced then to her cellphone, still borrowing her grandmothers since after putting first and last months rent down she decided buying her own phone would just have to wait a while... Taking the last few days off from the gym really messed up her pay cheque, but she would be okay once she got back on schedule. Now however she and Olivia were going to hang out somewhere and have a celebratory drink together! Her fingers ran over the keys of the phone, bringing up the address of Olivia's restaurant she worked at and slowly began navigating there without a gps. Luckily enough she knew the street fairly well since she often used it as a jogging route but still apologized when she arrived to find Olivia waiting outside.

"Sorry! Got a little lost on the way. Are you go to go or would you like to pass by the apartment?" Becca asked as she pat down her hair and found stray bits of Minx fur. She didn't need to go back to the apartment but if they did she would happily freshen up to make sure she didn't smell like cat food.

wearing : when im not running where : Outside Ed's Bistro. with :Olivia.

Delicious Lamb Chop

[Flashwulf]

Leon Straith

With: No one
Health:80% Roughed up
Where: The streets
((OOC: Ugh, this was pathetic, sorry.))

So what if you can see, the darker side of me...

Leon's head turned at the sound of someone trying to get his attention. It took him a moment to recognize him, before he realized he was the guy who had actually tried to help him at the wedding. His luck hadn't improved? He let out a dark laugh. "Yeah you could say my luck still sucks." This guy had no idea the shitstorm he currently found himself in.

He waved off the cigarette. "Thanks, but no thanks. Becca would kill me if she found me smoking." He explained, unconcerned that the guy probably didn't know Becca. He glanced over at the guy again. "Your luck seems to be rolling well though." He offered with a sly smirk.

He rolled his shoulders, wincing at the sudden movement. He was going to be sore for a while after the beating he had taken last night. Luckily he was pretty sure nothing was injured beyond bruising. Idly he wondered how well the other guy would do in a fight. Still feeling pretty pissed, he wanted nothing more than to be in a good fight. On the otherhand, he doubt he'd be able to move if he got in another one so he was resigned to limping around the streets until his luck changed.

...no one will ever change this Animal I have become.

TemptinM

[TemptinM]

Dean James Hawkins

Dean had no problem tucking his new pack into his pocket when the other boy dismissed his offer. He did take notice at the name mentioned. Dean's brows rose slightly as he eyed Leon. He had no interest in Becca himself but like most mused over how small the world was. Dean let out a snort of a laugh when Leon called him lucky and merely responded with a shake of his head and a heavy sigh of his cigarette. Lucky was not what he would call himself.

"I'm Dean by the way," He turned the subject around then when he realized that the pair had already walked/limped down a block and still didn't know each others names. With his eyes on Leon's sore spots Dean's mouth formed a hard line. Remembering too well his days of returning home in a similar manner... "Guess the wedding was a rare occasion for you." Dean thought out loud as he pulled his hands out from his pockets. The air was suddenly thick with a growing tension from the boy Dean walked along side... so he decided to widened the gap between them slightly. He wasn't eager for a fight, but then he never was even when he was young and stupider.

"Ya know, there are better ways of making a few bucks with that rage of yours." Dean reached for the shortening butt of his cigarette and frowned at it. He shouldn't have another but once the feeling of something between his lips faded he already desired to replace it. Flicking the cigarette into an alley as they walked Dean turned his head back to Leon wondering if he really should be saying this... "Some very... quietly important people are looking for some muscle." The words came out despite his conflicting morals. He had put those bad boy days behind him, and yet here he was recruiting someone to take his place? Dean had never actually been the muscle for those underground organizations he once gave himself too. Nor was he anyone of any great importance... just the kid that took the fall enough times to grant him his freedom now. Dean had proven to be loyal time and time again even with the cops still banging on his door he has betrayed nothing. Then again he didn't have much to betray. After all those years he never did actually meet the boss or his son. "Pays nice too. Well, as long as you don't think about where it's coming from." Dean looked straight ahead now as his mind conjured memories of receiving oddly dark stained bills in exchange for whatever job he did.

Flashwulf

Delicious Lamb Chop

Just saw your post in the ooc... if you're not keeping Marcus sorry but I kinda mention him. Hope that's cool I kept it vague.

[KiiingIzzy]

"Captain James Hook" James Bartholomew Hooke
"Death is the only adventure you have left!"

With his mother out doing only heaven knew what, James had seized the opportunity to have a little fun with the alone time he had been given. A phone call and an hour later the doorbell rang. Greeting the man who stood on the other side of the door with a smile, Jim stepped out of the way and invited him in. With decisive steps he led the man into the kitchen and rummaged quickly through the liquor cabinet. Snagging the most expensive thing he could find, he pulled some glasses from the cupboard and held out a twelve pack of soda to the man. With their goods in hand, James led the way into his bedroom and they began an all-day drinking binge alongside a few movies which were mostly ignored.

At some point both men had lost the majority of their clothing. When it happened – and what happened afterward – had been a blur to the inebriated Jim. His thoughts blurred and it wasn’t long before the warm weather and sun beating down on their faces lured Jim and his companion to sleep. His last memory before drifting off was the scent of the other man's skin as James pulled him close and snuggled into him.

And the next thing he heard was his bedroom door hitting the wall and straining the hinges. Bolting upright, Jim knew what was coming before it came. The roar of his angry mother was deafening, and the man could do nothing to stop it.

"James!" she screamed at him, "What in the world?!"

"Get out!" he hollared at her, pulling a pillow out from behind him and tossing it at the wall beside her.

If his companion had not been woken by the banging of the door, he was certainly awake now. He hopped from the bed and was scurrying in an attempt to nap his clothes and still maintain some modesty in the middle of the storm. Jim leaped from his position under the covers and shoved his mother out of the room before shutting the door behind her. “Sorry about that,” he said to the man, a frown painted across his face as he clicked the lock and followed suit in dressing. He was going to have to deal with the tyrant, but there was no way he was going to do it indecent. That would just give her more ammunition.

Finally – after pulling a hoodie over his torso – Jim heaved a deep sigh and unlocked the door. Throwing the door open wide, he allowed room enough for his companion to rush out the door before the banshee rounded on him once more.

“I can’t ever leave you alone, can I?!” she asked rhetorically, shoving a pointy finger hard into his chest.

“No, mother,” he replied flatly, rolling his eyes and turning to head out the door. Her small frame made her slower than him, and he took advantage of his chance around her and out of the house.

Lunging at him, his mother continued to scream her head off. “Get back here! I’m not done with you!” The words were desperate and grasping, not at all through making a scene at the expense of her son. “Ja-” the remainder of her scolding was cut short as Jim let the door slam behind him. Hurrying down the front steps, he pulled the hood of his jacket over his head.

Pulling his phone from his pocket, Jim selected a name and typed out a short message. Meet me @ the pub in 20.

Kk was the reply he received. Satisfied with that, he replaced the device and stuffed his hands in his pockets to keep it company.

He sped up his pace, his heels beating hard against the pavement beneath his feet. A scowl had replaced the frown, angry lines bunching up his forehead and reddening his neck. Part of his intentions in most things was to irritate the woman who had raised him. Even at almost thirty he had a difficult time being a grown up around her. She just made it so easy to grate her nerves and set her off. A sensible person would have done everything they could to avoid that conflict, but James reveled in it. As petty as it was, it gave him power and thrill to set the woman off.

As he rounded the corner to where the bar sat, he slowed his pace until he halted in front of the door. Breathing in deep, he held it until it burned within his lungs. Releasing it, he puffed himself up and entered the bar. A wave of smoke and alcohol filled his nostrils, and for the first time that day he felt at home. Making his way over to the bar, he tucked himself into a booth and waited for his friend to show up.

Thankfully, he didn’t have to wait long. The dark-skinned man strolled in, checking his phone before meeting up with Jim and sitting across from him.

“What’s the matter, Hooke?” he asked, looking around and jittery his knees alternatingly.

Shaking his head, James set his eyes on his friend. “Nothing,” he said, “Just wanted to get an early start tonight is all.”

“Sure,” Thompson said with a nod, “Got anything in mind?”

Jim removed his phone from his pocket once more and gave it a look over. “Nothing interesting enough,” he said flatly. Jobs weren’t exactly hard to come by, but James also hadn’t exactly been looking.

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"When the time comes, do you want to be saved?
Now, don't you answer now. No, no, no, no, no.
Now it's time to be whatever you want to be. Put behind you any thoughts of home.
That place of broken promises."

Where: Rotten to the Core Pub
Who: Bill Thompson
OOC: Heading to bed, just wanted to get my intro out first <3 <3

[rawrzz loudly]

Maro rubbed her mouth as a wave of nausea washed over her again. She wasn't sure if it was just the warm air or what that could possibly make her feel this way. Breathing through her hand Maro attempted to wait out this feeling in hopes not to get caught throwing up. Her training today had been hard. She had proved her self to Phil and managed to keep her flyweight status. She would be in the running for the next match in two weeks... but she feared how she would manage a fight if just training made her feel this way. In the safety of a change room stall Maro turned herself so she was no longer looking into the toilet and sat herself down. Something was very very wrong and Mao just wanted to ignore it. One more fight, one more win. She told herself over and over until finally her breathing had eased and the nausea slipped away. Pulling her hand away from her mouth Maro pushed back her hair and rested her elbows on her knees as she stared down at her shoes. A dark heavy thought was trying to lift up through her mental chant and scare her, to which she had to physically command herself;

"Don't. You. Even." It came out as a disgusted hiss. Maro didn't notice until her vision darkened that she had been clenching her fists so tight that she had cut into her flesh. She just stared at the red drops that fell upon the tile floor and all of a sudden her command wasn't enough to stop the darkness from swallowing up her thoughts. She then burst through the bathroom stall door, surprising a girl who had just come in but Maro just ignored the new presence and snatched at her bag. After a few annoyed grunts Maro threw her purse at the nearest sink and held the object she sought after. Maro had gotten a few phone after the wedding, the latest product whatever ridiculously expensive fruit company had to offer and swiftly tapped her nails across the screen. She was sending an urgent message to the only one she could confide in... although she had yet to decide if she indeed would/could tell her friend...

Ophie, we need to talk. Maro paused over the words and then hit backspace. Ophie, we need to hang. Are you working? I'm going to the core either way. Satisfied with the new message Maro hit send before quietly raising her gaze to the mirror. She had smudged her lipstick across her face during her nausea... and now that her adrenaline was fading she could feel the sting of the cuts to her palms. Stumbling to the sink Maro pulled her bag out, not caring for what fell to the floor in the process and turned the taps on. The cool water made her realize how hot she felt. That there was a sheen layer of sweat on her body despite having showered after her training...

"Excuse me," It was the girl who had the ill fortune to walk into the bathroom at the wrong time. Maro vaguely glanced at the girl in the mirror before her eyes rolled back to her own reflection and cleaned up her face before reapplying her lipstick. "Um--" The other girl persisted to which Maro angrily snapped her head at. "I think these fell from your purse." Maro's gaze fell then to the objects in the girls hand. Recognizing them as any girl would for their discrete colourful wrappers...

"Oh ******** off." Was Maro's immediate reaction which caused the other girl to flinch. Maro ripped her purse from the counter and left the building with a few loud bangs as she slammed open and shut doors until she was finally outside.


music : problem wearing : skull class where : heroes gym >> outside gym with : random >> no one

[IncandescentHands]

The light that filtered in through the pub’s windows seemed to amplify the throbbing in Ophelia’s temples. Perhaps she shouldn’t have gone out the night before but a few of the establishments were having a bar crawl the day before and she just couldn’t say no to that. Pub after pub, and shot after shot - a dream come true...at least until the morning after. Her weary eyes watched the fizzling glass in her hands as two Alka Seltzer tablets dissolved into bubbles. Anything to stave off the symptoms of her bad decisions. The taste of Jager still haunted her and she could swear that the taste still lingered in her mouth from the aftermath. She had debated calling off but she had already done that the day after the wedding and she could only push her boss so far before he grew sick of her excuses. A hangover wasn’t a viable defense in Bubba’s book so she was screwed either way.

She sat slouched on her stool with her head propped up as best as she could against the countertop. Why were people coming in to drink already? Didn't they know that the "It's five o'clock somewhere" rule didn't apply while she was sick behind the bar. A few more minutes of quiet – or perhaps a tiny nap would help ease the discomfort. She chugged the bubbly water and glanced over at one of the regular customers and his long-time friend as they entered. Hooke wasn’t sitting at the bar today but she was almost certain that he would be ordering a drink nonetheless. At least she didn’t have to entertain anyone at the moment since the only people at the bar were busy watching a game on the television.

She reached under the counter to rummage through her purse when she felt her phone vibrate, taking advantage and fishing out some ibuprofen as well. She actually managed a weak smile when she saw the message from Maro despite the condition she was in. If she could deal with pesky customers for another hour she could surely handle having the girl around. At least she was pleasant company. Yeah, I’m at work, feel free to save me anytime. She typed out her reply quickly and hit send. Four ibuprofens and the Alka Seltzer were sure to have her in working order again.

Madame Sono Megami

EternalRaine323

[Flashwulf]

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Leon Straith

With: No one
Health:80% Roughed up
Where: The streets
((OOC: Ugh, this was pathetic, sorry.))

So what if you can see, the darker side of me...

Leon's head turned at the offer. Another job? From the sounds of it, it wasn't too legit either, which might suit him better. But that also meant that he would still be dealing with dirty money. "I don't know" He confessed, mulling over the idea. Being hired muscle would probably pay nice, and his temper most likely wouldn't get him in too much trouble.

There were a few problems though. Leaving the fighting ring wouldn't go well with them, and he might not make it out and still be able to be a hired muscle. The other was the fact getting wrapped up in with serious people like that could lead to him making a mistake being very costly, or dangerous to the people he knows.

"How dangerous is the position?" He asked, not meeting his eyes. Pulling out his cracked phone he quickly sent a text to Becca's grandmother's phone. He had gotten that number a few times he had called her for help when things had gotten desperate for him. He figured Becca still had it. I need to talk to you when you are free. Nothing serious, but things are changing. He sent rather cryptically. Regardless of if he took the job being offered to him, he wasn't going back to that fighting ring and if something went wrong he needed to make sure Becca had some idea of what he was going to deal with so she wouldn't be left with questions if anything happened.

Leon looked directly into the man's eyes, his own resolve hardening. "Is it worth it?" He asked honestly. Leon needed a change, he wasn't sure how, but he knew he needed something and this might be his escape, if only from the frying pan and into the fire.

...no one will ever change this Animal I have become.

TemptinM