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 Posted: Mon Sep 08, 2008 8:02 pm
"Mmmhm, sure she did." Ivie chuckled before following her new host upstairs. It hardly mattered what his landlady thought; if Nye often brought home girls, she might as well think Ivie was just another. Ivie knew what she was and that was enough for her. The three flights of steps left her calves aching a little but her breath remained steady, to her pride. She wasn't completely out of shape yet!
Standing in Nye's somewhat chilly apartment felt very strange, though it was comfortable looking enough. The bounding ball of retriever set her at ease, and she was quick to offer the pup her hand to sniff as Nye began, er, derobing. Hello, puppy distraction <3
"That's fine with me, yeah. I might try and outwait the rain if that's alright with you...Only if you're not busy of course, I don't wanna impose." And she didn't. They hadn't planned on staying here, after all. As Nye went to change, Ivie pottered around, unsure what to do in this strange place. She sifted through the magazines - most of which she'd read as they'd passed through the Hospital staff room at some point or another - and sat gingerly on the couch, feeling out of place here by herself.
It was at that point Lizzie decided that this familiar-seeming girl was a friend and put her paws up on her lap. Chuckling a little, Ivie sank down onto the floor, her legs tucked neatly to one side, and reached over to tug one of Lizzie's toys over. The puppy's tail was difficult to make out it was wagging so fast as the toy was wiggled in front of her face. With a pounce and a growl, she had one end in her teeth as Ivie pulled the other, a large smile lighting up her face.
Back outside, loitering in the opposite bus-stop, a grungy looking man with unkempt, greasy hair flicked greyed ash from the tip of his second-hand ciggerette. There was no mistaking the red-head that had entered the opposite building, even if she had been running and seen only through the rain. A battered Nokia was pulled from his pocket and, squinting to make out the phonebook through it's cracked screen, the man finally hit the number he'd been looking for.
"Hey man, sup?" Was the greeting. An affermative came from the other end and he nodded, taking another drag. "Yeah, cool man. Just saw your ex though, that chick Ivie right? One with the brains? Yeah...gone into some f**'s house and just wanted to check...she don't? I'll text the address, mate, yeah, you want me to stick around? Kay then. Later."
He hoped on the next bus.
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Posted: Tue Sep 09, 2008 3:21 am
"Well," Nye half-shouted from the confines of his room, pausing to probably remove or add some article of clothing. "I had planned to spend the day with you anyways, so you're not imposing at all." There was another pause, a bit longer that time. "We can find something funny to watch on TV until the rain lets up, pig out, have some girl talk, and I'll walk you to your bus stop."
The door to Nye's room opened quietly as he hopped out and slid over on his sock-clad feet to the rug in his living room, and then had to walk about to clean up a few of the messes. He had apparently felt too lazy to dress up and decided to bum down into a pair of sweatpants, a cream-colored thermal, and his favorite red slidey-socks. "You want a sweatshirt or something? The heating in this place is terrible." Oh, but the fact that it smelled of vanilla made it so much better.
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Posted: Tue Sep 09, 2008 3:29 am
"Well then, if it's fine with you, I'll be happy to stick around. Didn't have anything else to do anyway, so I suppose I'll grace you with my presence." She giggled when Nye reappeared, not because of him but because she's leant back, only to have Lizzie clamber up onto her gut and lick her face. Surprised, Ivie fell onto her back, the hyper puppy flopped on her chest and lavished her with affection.
"That'd be great, thanks. This jacket's kinda bulky for just lazing around." She giggled again, wrapping her arms around Lizzie to stop her doggy kisses. "I think she remembers me now."
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Posted: Tue Sep 09, 2008 3:40 am
Nye doubled up bending down for an empty DVD case as a gracious bow, and once he straightened himself, he tossed the TV remote to Ivie. "Feel free to find something."
As Nye scampered off to shove the laundry basket out of sight, he also grabbed a hoodie from the armchair sitting by the bookshelf and tossed it at Ivie. "What do you like on your pizza, by the way? Lizzie, lick 'er to death."
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Posted: Tue Sep 09, 2008 3:51 am
Ivie tried to catch the remote, she really did, but lying on her back as she was and with a dog doing its best to slobber her to death, she was off by about ten centermeters. She picked up Lizzie, plopping her down next to her on the carpet, and was about to grab the remote when a blue hoodie hit her in the face. Lizzie found this amusing, and did her very best to steal the jumper before Ivie managed to pull it over her head. The hood caught and the sleeves were far too long for her, so she pushed them up. She looked a bit like a child in her mother's clothing.
"Ah, not too picky. Just nothing spicy please...pineapple?" Trust Ivie to pick something sweet. "Gah! Nye! I think your dog's taking you seriously!"
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Posted: Tue Sep 09, 2008 12:25 pm
Nye picked up the cordless in his kitchen and dug around in his "junk drawer"- a drawer full of miscellaneous coupons, pens, pencils, and OTC prescriptions, among other things- for a coupon that had the number to a pizza place. "Fine, fine. Lizzie, Lizzie, Lizzie!" The golden retriever, upon hearing her name, looked up and froze. "I've got a treat for you!"
On the word 'treat', Lizzie scampered off of Ivie and right into the kitchen, sliding about this way and that on the smooth flooring. Nye had to dig around some in a plastic bag from the pet store before pulling out a bone and tossing it to the pooch. Lizzie occupied. Lizzie happy.
Nye found the coupon shortly, plucking it out and expertly dialing the number to one of his favorite places- they had a mean thin crust pizza. "Yes, hello! I'd like to order delivery. Ah, just a small one, half with pineapple and half with pepperoni, peppers, sausage, and olives." The rest was just mandatory stuff- Nye's phone number, babbling about delivery time, et cetera. The next thing you know, Nye had walked back into his living room and leaped over the back of his couch to sit in his special corner.
"Isn't that rug just heaven?"
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Posted: Tue Sep 09, 2008 4:34 pm
Ivie had to chuckle as Lizzie went careering off at the word 'treat' Most dogs knew the words 'ball', and 'walk', but Nye's knew 'treat'. What did this say about the man? He was an utter softie, that's what. Well, she hoped she wasn't getting just pineapple on that pizza, but whatever came she'd eat. She really wasn't too picky as long as it wasn't spicy.
Lizzie had reatreated to what must be 'her' corner with the bone, leaving Ivie to lean back on her hands, her legs out in front of her on the rug. "Yeah it is, it's so soft! I'm surprised you don't just sleep out here." She knew if she lived here she would, just from laziness, after work.
Time passed. They talked. The doorbell rang.
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Posted: Tue Sep 09, 2008 4:47 pm
"And that is why I'm not allowed to have peanut butter in the house. Oh, pizza's here!" Nye scampered up in a manner surprisingly similar to Lizzie and slid over to his door as soon as he was off the rug. A bit of fumbling and unlocking on his part lead him to open the door, and before him stood...
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What the hell it was that stood before him was unclear. It was big. Muscular. And it was not the pizza boy.
"Erm. Can I help you?"
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Posted: Tue Sep 09, 2008 5:01 pm
The pizza boy was lucky he'd handed the meal over, 'cause Butch certainly wasn't in a talking mood. The acne-ridden boy was still loitering nearby, obviously wanting his pay and not quite scared enough to leave without it, but Butch really didn't care at this point. He was seeing red. How ******** dare she? She knew the rules, she was just being disobedient. Butch didn't like that.
He felt satisfied seeing that he was twice the size of the fop who answered the door. The rain had left him shiney, his bald head included, and he had to admit that he was pretty impressive. No wonder the pretty boy looked scared (Please note: Butch is slightly dellusional).
"Is Ivie around?" He asked, voice deep and manly yet somehow rather unpleasant to listen to.
It wasn't the pizza boy. There'd been no jingle of money being exchanged, no false friendly greetings, and Ivie would know that voice anywhere. Her hair metaphorically stood on end and as much as she would have liked to hide behind the softa and let Nye deal with it, the man had no idea what was going on. No. She'd have to deal with it.
"Butch, what the hell are you doing here?" Putting on a brave front was something Ivie did rather well. If Butch was twice Nye's size he was almost tripple Ivie's, and she knew right away that her yelling at him wouldn't make much difference. "What, have you stooped to stalking me now? I don't want to see you. Do I have to spell it out for you?"
"You have a lota guts Ivie, hooking up with some guy when ya know its not allowed." Butch growled, moving surprisingly fast for a man his size and grabbing Ivie's wrist, pulling her outside the door. "Wearing his clothes even! Ya think I was gunna let you get away with that? You mocking me?"
Ivie winced, both at Butch's bruising grip and as her shoulder collided with the doorframe. "Look you ********, get the hell out of my life! I dumped you! Get over it!"
Well, that was the wrong thing to say. Butch's face was beginning to go red with rage.
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Posted: Tue Sep 09, 2008 5:10 pm
For a 'fop', Nye had a considerable amount of strength (and a gun). Normally, he'd let people settle relationship disputes on their own, but Ivie had made it quite obvious that she was not with this ten-ton giant any more, and if he was forcing her to do things she didn't want to do, the NITF had to step in Nye had to intervene.
In one quick movement, Nye gave Butch's wrist a rough pound with the side of his fist in order to break his grip, and forced Ivie behind himself protectively as soon as his little move had worked. "For your information, sir, we are not 'hooking up'. And the last time I checked you were in no position to tell her exactly what she can and cannot do."
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Posted: Tue Sep 09, 2008 5:18 pm
If Butch had been angry before Nye intervened, he was livid now. He gave his wrist a bit of a rub before turning on Nye. He didn't punch him, or kick him. He used what was in his hands at the time: The pizza. The entire concoction was slammed into Nye's face with a fair amout of force. It gave Butch enough time to reach Ivie again, this time grabbing a fist-full of her hair and dragging her outside once more.
"Butch, leave him alone!" Ivie ground out, moving only to prevent her hair being ripped out. It had happened before. "We're just friends, you idiot!"
Just friends? You expect me to believe that you lying b***h?" Ivie really didn't have the time nor ability to avoid the oncoming blow. It wasn't a punch, thankfully, but a well-aimed backhand that sent her into the wall with a loud thud. Disorientated, Ivie slid to the floor clutching her cheek. Butch had only ever hit her once before and she'd left him. Apparently he wasn't holding back now.
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Posted: Tue Sep 09, 2008 5:23 pm
Nye was smaller than Butch, yes, but he was nimble and fast. Few people could speedwalk in his manner, and as Lizzie scrambled to the door to watch the action in that timid manner of hers, bone still in her jaws, Nye had placed a well-aimed punch to Butch's jaw.
And it wasn't a wussy punch either. When he said he used to box, he wasn't lying.
The next thing that came for Butch was another well-aimed kick to his mid-section, more to force him back than anything. Nye's voice, generally warm and perky, took on a whole other tone. "You will leave this apartment complex right now, and get as far away from here as you can, or the cops will take you to places you have never dreamed of before."
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Posted: Tue Sep 09, 2008 5:27 pm
The element of suprise certainly helped Nye's attack's potency. Butch had been about to grab Ivie's hair again and remove her by force when he almost flew back from the impact, doubling over at the second blow. Spittle flew, and Butch's black eyes locked on Nye in a rage.
"You wouldn't dare, ya punk. Don't think me and my buddies won't take you down."
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Posted: Tue Sep 09, 2008 5:29 pm
Nye reached for his cellphone nonchalantly and began dialing the 91 of 911. "There are certain things I dare stand up to. You happen to be one of them, all-brawn-and-no-brains. I'm one number away from calling the cops."
The boy wasn't afraid to make eye contact fierce enough to make sparks fly, in some people's opinions. An enraged Nye Hemmingway was not something anyone wanted to deal with.
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Posted: Tue Sep 09, 2008 5:36 pm
Butch wasn't used to being defied, it was obvious. The trick worked though; he let go of Ivie's hair, which he'd taken to grabbing again during Nye's bluff, and slowly back off down the corridor, scowling the entire.
"Don't think I'll forget this, f*****t!" And he was gone.
From her position on the floor Ivie seemed to wake up from her daze. Her cheek was beginning to bruise as she wobbled slowly to her feet, her back to Nye. She felt terrible; she'd had no idea Butch was going to react like that but still, she should have guessed. They'd broken up two years ago yet he still haunted her; leaving her threatening messages on her answering machine, appearing in the car-park at work. It was easy to tell when she'd 'done something wrong' by him.
"I'm sorry, Nye..." She said, valiently trying to keep the trembling out of her voice. "Sorry you had to deal with that...we probably shouldn't hang out anymore, I don't want him after you 'cause of me..." He always had a way of ruining her life, this was just another.
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