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At Icarus' response to his words, Terry simply gave him a mocking sort of smile and said, "Glad to help ya out, buddy."

He then looked over towards Zoe, who was at the sink, washing dishes. He frowned at her comment about his stomach (He was NOT getting fat! NOT GETTING A BELLY!) but didn't say anything. Not when Icarus was on his painkillers. He was quite sure his friend would do the sayings for him.

Thankfully, Zoe didn't poke fun, and instead was helpful. She produced a set of clothes Terry would never have picked at a store, but they DID look like they'd fit. Nodding, he snatched the clothes from Zoe's hands and moved back towards the bathroom to change. "I can't promise anything, but I'll try," he said from behind the door.

Terry shortly returned, looking more like a jock than he had in a long, long time. Though, the green was a good color ((haha what? I dunno. I'm tired D: )). In any case, he plopped down on the couch and glanced over at Icarus, then Zoe when she came back. "Well, let's go see Stan, and maybe grab some lunch... Then we'll figure SOMETHING to do, right?"

((that post was SO USELESS. I'm sorry. D: BUT ITS THERE. And we should plot things. mmmmhmmm.))

((Lalala... something needs to happen. I just can't THINK of anything at the moment. D: ))

So, getting over the fact he was wearing a glaringly large number "1" on his shirt, Terry followed after Icarus and Zoe towards the outside world. They did stop for a bite of real food to eat, and SOMEHOW - Terry still wasn't sure how it happened - he ended up paying for it, AND hand-feeding Icarus as they made their way to the vet.

He'd have to stop and contemplate that a bit later.

Because right now, he was very much at the vet's office, sitting in the waiting room, listening to Icarus complain about his crutches. "Better your foot than your face, Icarus. Be grateful, ya know?" He scratched idly at his chin as he peered around the vet's office, making a bit of a face at a picture of a Chihuahua with a pink-tinted plastic cone around its neck, and written by it a bad pun about a martini.

That, and he was trying to ignore the woman sitting not too far off, whose dog kept throwing up.

Quite decidedly, vet hospitals were much worse than human hospitals. He'd even be willing to face Avalon again to get out of this place.

"Let's see Stan and get the hell out of here," He murmured, half-wincing at the barfing dog again. "And I'll bet he smells like hospital and animal s**t. I'll bet you anything he will."

Obviously, he didn't much care for being here at the moment.

((OMG MY TURN... uuuuh... I wanna go outside...))

Icarus gave Terry a look. "Don't even joke about my face. You'll jinx it and next thing you know I'll look like that." And he pointed at "that", which happened to be the rear end of the vomiting dog. "Hairy, disfigured... and apparently vomiting out my other end...?" He paused and looked thoughtful. He wondered what it was he trying to say right there.

He'd probably never know.

At Terry's remark Icarus shrugged and was more than pleased to be led into the back to see Stan. He hobbled on a long like the cripple he was to see Stan and was quite pleased to see him when Zoe was done reuniting with her beloved friend.

Icarus struggled to kneel and after a bit of cussing at his left foot managed to set himself on the ground and give Stan a good rub around his ears and face.

"Yeah! You're a real badass now, Stan. Seriously. We should start feeding you frickin' NAILS for breakfast. You'd be the toughest dog on the block... cats would piss themselves in fear of your name and dobermans and pitt bulls would retreat into their dog houses." Icarus laughed and patted him on his side. "You got any scars?" He wondered and then ventured a look at the vet.

He grinned and looked to Zoe. "Most badass dog ever." He repeated.

((... I has plaaaanssss > biggrin ... buy J will get her chance to post... OH YES))

((OKAY. Onward and forward and what all else... I promised Ala a beautifully long post at one point... so that's what I'll be doing here... or at least... attempting.))

Icarus, unlike Terry, quite enjoyed seeing Stan again. He caught himself doing the annoying baby talk owners from time to time would use shamelessly in the privacy of their homes, or just shamelessly in general so that most people would feel so embarrassed for them they had to look away. Catching himself doing this humiliating number he apologized to the large German Shepherd and patted him soundly on the side once more before struggling to his feet.

"Sorry there, Stan. You're better than that. I have NO BLEEDING idea what possessed me to take that tone of voice with you." He laughed. "It won't happen again."

Icarus then struggled out the door in his crutches and was met by a furiously smoldering tiny terrier with a prim, pink bow in its fur. It was yipping ferociously as it could, or in other words, it was being incredibly annoying. Icarus shouted at the little yipping terrier to shut the hell up... And then the woman holding the dog's leash was yelling at him to never speak to Princess Noodles that way and then the dog was barking at both of them because obviously the answer for the tiny beast was to be more annoying than previous, and Icarus was getting more irritated and shouting louder... and then they kindly asked Icarus to remove himself from the vicinity and to PLEASE stop shouting the word "********" so loud.

Icarus gave them the bird as he ambled out the door and said "******** Noodles yipped and snarled after his heels.

((... WHAT?))


When Terry and Zoe met back outside with them Icarus visibly sank. "Hospital?" He sighed, but then grinned. "Or maybe not so bad." He said slyly. His smile angled up.

As numbers were given Icarus insisted she have his too. Of course, he didn't readily know it off the top of his head and struggled for a moment to remember, but she was already off and gone. He frowned after her.

"Why the hell does everyone act like I'm so irresponsible I can't take care of my own damned foot?" He questioned, looking honestly curious. Then he laughed. "To the hospital!" And he led the way as best as a man with crutches could.

Once the duo was in the large white building with sterile hall after sterile hall, they attempted to find their way to the place they needed to be... which of course was then impossible to find. Struggling over key coloured maps by elevators and asking those who wandered the halls only got them more lost than before. Icarus found himself thinking of an airport.

Airports made him stressed.

Stress made him want to smoke.

You can't smoke in a hospital.

Obviously, this was already a bad situation. However, a familiar face appeared to them in a sea of scrubs and white lab coats. It too also had a lab coat, but it also had long black hair, brown skin, and a cool look.

"KAREN! Thank god. I thought... I thought I was going to DIE." Icarus exclaimed and feigned to be out of breath. He grasped the front of her coat like a desperate man.

Karen raised an eyebrow at him and angled her mouth into a frown. He remained at her collar making that same comical expression. Eventually, her poker face cracked and she laughed into her hand. "Good frickin' GRIEF, Icarus." She said and batted him away. "Get the hell off-WHAT DID YOU DO?"

Icarus backed up a few steps. He found it incredibly awkward to do so with crutches. "What?"

Karen looked him up and down and then looked to Terry. "What did he DO to himself?"

Icarus frowned. "Doesn't matter... we're looking for uuuh... a nurse? Avalon? Have you heard of her?"

The young Indian woman turned her head at Icarus quickly and eyed him suspiciously. "Who?"

"Avalon. We have business."

She smiled very slowly. "OH. You." She rolled her eyes. "Come with me... Terry... I thought you said you were going to take CARE of this b*****d."

((... uuuh... I'll make things happen soon.. ahahha, nevermind... I forgot I need to do these things first... lalalala. IT'S STILL LONG. Because of Princess Noodles... wtf?))

((Eruuuushhhahhh. Anyway. *posts before she has to get off to work* BUT I DON'T DO SALAD BAR TODAY. FRICKIN'. YES.

Thank gooood... hahahaaaaa.))

Karen titled her head at Terry. "As best you could?" She echoed. Her full lips quirked into a sarcastic smile, though it was good natured. "Apparently, not only did he get shot in the foot but NOW he has AIDS?"

"Insert gay joke." Icarus panted from a few steps behind and then said something about slowing down please.

Karen just laughed and then laughed more as Terry pulled a rather clumsy maneuver involving a medical cart and his feet. She caught him by his elbow to help right him and patted him on the shoulder. "You're cute, Terry. I'll let this slide... just no more unwanted holes in Icarus, alright? I hired you to take CARE of Icarus... Not to get him in worse trouble. I'm amazed he hasn't died without a partner."

"Yeah." Icarus gasped from behind as they entered the examining room. "Me... too... What the HELL, Karen?" He stammered as he collapsed onto the table. "You're wearing me out. Crutches are hard on a person!"

The young Indian woman just chuckled to herself and put a hand to her hip. "Yeah? Well, just don't get shot in the foot anymore and then MAYBE you can keep up with me."

"Hate you." He grinned.

"Love you." She said mockingly.

And they might have gone onto bicker as they often did, but Avalon's face was in the door. Icarus flashed her a smile. "I'm full of surprises!" He said. "And I am rather manly... no arguments there... do I need to turn my head and cough?" He wanted to know, eyes flashing as he joked.

Karen rolled her eyes. "Is this the guy you were talking about, Avalon? If you had said something I could have gotten him off your back a LOT sooner." She gave Icarus a devious look.

Icarus returned her look with an eyebrow waggle. "I'm not easily deterred, Karen." He then looked to Avalon. "And I had a question."

((okay... after you post, Ala, then I can probably get things happening in the next post and... yes... OKAY. *nods her head and goes to make herself some lunch*))

((OKAY. HERE WE GO. *types*))

Icarus laughed a little at Avalon's all business attitude. He made his foot more accessible, but always was rather bad at holding still. As he talked he gestured with his hands and seemed to throw the rest of his body into these actions as he did so.

"YEAH, Karen. Go back to your LAB." Icarus smirked.

Karen gave him a look and then flicked her hair over her shoulder. "Yeah? Alright, Icarus... Let's just remember which one of us has the leverage here." She said in a dark voice and then chuckled. "Then again... Avalon is the one with your foot in her hand... I would suggest behaving. She's a real b***h." And she laughed. Then with a slender hand she gripped Terry by his shoulder and pulled him back. "Just WHAT are you trying to see, Terry? RELAX."

Icarus might have looked concerned for maybe a moment about the fact Avalon DID have his very VERY tender foot in her hand, but quickly seemed to get over it. He had had this thought as he spoke with Terry this morning, and still thought of it as a good idea even now... especially now.

"Alright. Here's the deal... if you're willing to take it. I've been a bounty hunter for at least seven or so years now... I got a lot of holes. Terry is covering me for awhile. He will probably get a lot of holes too. We need to get those holes plugged from time to time. What would you say if I asked you to lend your skills? You're quick, don't take s**t, and don't get paid s**t." His eyes flashed as he talked, he might have flinched a little as she gripped his foot a little too hard. "We'll pay you 20% of any cut we get... Just some extra cash in your pocket. I know you need it and we'll need you... Terry's a good friend, I don't want him dying on me."

He paused and tried to catch her eyes. "What do you say?"

And whatever her answer might have been would have to wait. Icarus suddenly noticed a figure in the door. It was a younger man with a face that might have been attractive if his expression didn't seem so cold and empty. There was a soft halo of blonde hair around his head and a set of dark eyes that contrasted starkly with his fair skin; black and deep. He looked like a cruel angel that stumbled into a sweater and frayed corduroys and found himself here at this examining room. His eyes were on Icarus.

"Seth." Icarus said with a tilt of his head and a quirk in his mouth that might have been a grin.

"Your shop. It's on fire."

"Excuse me?" The lanky blonde wanted to know.

Seth's dark eyes flickered. He might have looked annoyed. "Your shop. On fire." The young man repeated.

Karen glanced between the two men and then frowned at Icarus. "Your shops on fire?"

The dark eyed angel cast a look at Karen and his expression flickered.

Icarus's eye gave a slight twitch and he jumped to his feet.

And then he was hopping around on his good foot and shouting all sorts of foul words.

"MY SHOP'S ON FIRE!" Icarus reiterated.

((HIS SHOP IS ON FIRE?!... WHAT?!... haahah, yeah. Um... there's a reason... the whole shop on fire thing is cliche, so sue me. LOLZ LOLZ LOLZ. And Seth is going to make things... er... interesting... *laughs* YAY. and what not... hopefully you can find a way to get back into things, J... or we will find a way D:< BUT IT WILL HAPPEN.))