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 Posted: Thu Apr 07, 2016 1:34 am
"Woowoowoo," Schatzie said enthusiastically.
"No it's not," Alois shot back. He snapped his fingers, and Schatzie fell into step at his side. "It'll snow again this weekend." Alois tugged his peacoat tighter, its skull buttons hanging loose from the wool flaps. He huddled into his outerwear with low complaints, his scarf squirreling away his mouth from the chilling breeze. Neatly-trimmed trees whispered beside the pair as they paced down the sidewalk briskly. "You can feel it. There will be a storm soon. Maybe even tomorrow. Was sonst noch, Schatzie?"
The dog responded with a protracted whine, yet he kept his pace. Frequently the german shepherd glanced toward chrome hubcaps to look at his reflection, or followed the ghostings of strangers that flowed in the opposite direction. Most frequently he looked to his owner, watching for the occasional direction, but the dog froze abruptly when his gaze strayed toward Alois. Standing at attention, the dog barked once in warning. His tail no longer wagged with the enthusiasm brought on by new spring. Lowly he growled his bitterness at being surprised so easily.
"Was ist los mit dir?" Alois cocked a brow at his disturbed dog before following its gaze. High on the rooftops, contrasted against the brightened clouds, a girl sat on the thick parapet of the 72B Café. The ********? Who decides to just sit on the roof? Some employee, I guess? She didn't look particularly dressed for parkour, so he assumed her appearance on the roof was due to having access previously. But what good was it to speculate? Curious as it was, interacting with her didn't hold great appeal. He was hardly interested in making friends, even at this new location of Ashdown.
Clearing his throat, he spoke up toward her. "Hey. You're scaring my dog." Arms crossed over the double-breasted peacoat as he waited for an objectionable response. In anticipation, Schatzie moved in front of his owner and loosed another bark.
You're so annoying, Schatzie. What do you think I carry a knife for? The misanthrope glanced to his dog, then once again toward the girl as he awaited a response.Daekie hope this works! i understand that alexis is genderqueer, but alois doesn't interpret them as outside the gender binary just yet!
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Posted: Thu Apr 07, 2016 10:14 am
God, that was a precious dog, Alexis contemplated.
The owner wasn't half-bad either, of course; he certainly knew his own aesthetic (although with skin so pale it practically glowed, there weren't a lot of options for someone to work with). But the dog? The dog was lovely. A good size, what seemed like a good temperament...if only their landlord let them have pets.
(Then again, Alexis thought, they probably didn't deserve to have pets. They were kind of a trashy person.)
"Oh, s**t, sorry," they called down to Alois, not sounding especially sorry at all. "Here, just -- give me a second -- " Really, they shouldn't have been doing this in denim shorts regardless of how comfortable those were, but Alexis wasn't especially good at doing things like 'wearing the appropriate clothing. It was, what, 45 degrees? It wasn't cold enough to exactly require pants, this time of day. They weren't going to get frostbite, and that meant all clothing choices were secondary.
It took them almost no time at all, to make it down to Alois and Schatzie; hopping off of ledges that weren't meant to bear human weight just quickly enough to let those bend but not break. Alexis was good at this, by now. They knew how to take risks and not feel their heart in their throat every time. "Just --" they landed, dusting their shorts off (and this close their gender was impossibly hard to discern, with scraped up legs and a hoodie too baggy for any telltale shapes if there had been any, and their voice didn't help either!) "'s a nice dog. Was I starin'? Sorry, but -- can I pet him?"Hetzerei that's fine smile i'm totally ok with the character not knowing they're nb, as long as the player does!
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Posted: Sat Apr 09, 2016 11:36 am
Alois cocked a brow toward the youth before deciding it was better to avoid sticking around. While she - maybe he - disappeared from view, Alois signaled in a quick loop of fingers for his dog to follow and started on a brisk walk. He managed a handful of paces before the youth reappeared, to his chagrin, and elected to flag him down again.
Like they were actually having a conversation.
Alois paused, grinding his teeth, while he considered the colorful turns of phrases in which he could tell this person to ******** off. Inevitably, the urge to smoke arose with his derision, ever a bitter combination that cloyed his mouth. Why can't you just ******** off. Green eyes tracked the stranger while he or she or it spoke of his dog. His dog. Not public property.
'Can I pet him?' The question sounded too benign. Briefly Alois considered mugging, dognapping, assault. "He's a purebred German Shepherd." Pickpocketing. Planting of stolen evidence. "He's trained to protect his family, not entertain strangers. I doubt he would like you much for surprising him." Animal abuse. Attempted murder. Murder. "It's up to him." No longer interested in resisting, Alois pulled a cigarette from the crumbled pack in his jacket pocket. The one he produced sported a slight bend in the stick where the pack pinched from habitual fist-clenching. He tucked it between lips and lit up with a half-empty butane lighter.
Schatzie, however, lacked Alois' prickly demeanor, and offered no indication of wariness. he approached the stranger curiously, offering a characteristic grunt, and started sniffing at legs and clothes in an effort to get to know this individual. He looked happy enough to receive pets, provided that the youth show enough respect to let him sniff the hand that touched his head.
"Arschkriecher," Alois muttered around his cigarette. "What's your name?"
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Posted: Sun Apr 10, 2016 7:21 pm
Pickpocketing, as always, was an option - but generally it was best done with people you weren't directly talking to, who would be watching you, watching your hands as they moved. Not that Alexis spoke with their hands, of course. They usually kept their hands in pockets. Suspicious, maybe, but -- well.
The guy seemed like an a*****e, Alexis contemplated, and then promptly decided to absolutely not let it influence any of their actions. After all; they were an a*****e, too.
"Must've cost lots," they idly commented. "I mean, if he doesn't want me to pet him, I'm not gonna force it --" and Schatzie proceeded to start sniffing, which caused a grin to break out on Alexis' face, scratching gently behind his ears after offering him a hand to sniff. (It didn't smell like much. Water, maybe, and dirt. Maybe blood - their knuckles were bruised and scraped, slowly healing, but still somewhat recent.) "'s not like I haven't had a dog myself. I know the kinda s**t they get up to if you push their boundaries. Not gonna disrespect him like that." The way they referred to the dog made him almost sound like a person, like an equivalent contributor to the conversation: and that was just how they liked it. Animals had to be respected. They were worth more than people, really, in most situations.
"Alexis. You?"
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Posted: Mon May 16, 2016 9:38 am
“He never wants you to not pet him,“ Alois muttered to himself as he buried his face in his palm. For a guard dog, Alois decided long ago, Schatzie was certainly not of the standard sort. While he hadn’t yet encountered a confrontation where he needed protection, Alois wondered if Schatzie would be up to the task of attacking the threat.
Although, the dog had one good point - if this stranger, this Alexis, was a threat against him, the dog would’ve perceived it. The way Schatzie simply accepted pettings happily suggested that Alois wasn’t about to get mugged or beaten… Unless the dog was a poor judge of character.
That remained to be seen, too.
„I think he was something like 4,000 euros. I wasn’t the one who paid for him.“ And it’s a damned good thing I didn’t. He looked on absently while the boy? girl? probably girl? continued petting Schatzie, who seemed happy enough to simply stand there and receive affection. Dogs had it made, he figured, since it was respectably unheard of to meet a stranger and receive pettings and affection as a human. Granted, drunken makeouts weren’t too uncommon, but moments of simple interest in mutual contentment never occurred among the human species - like they were all naturally inclined to keep each other’s miseries the status quo. He almost envied the dog, were it not for his natural disinclination toward being touched by strangers.
„He hasn’t had to bite anyone yet.“ Alois folded arms and leaned against an old, painted lightpost with deep scalloped edges in the metal. Its finish looked dull against the cloudy day. „I’m kind of disappointed. I’d like to see what he’d get up to.
„Alois,“ he returned, his gaze quickly finding the other speaker once more. „It seems I’m the only local taxidermist who’s worth a s**t at his job. That’s Schatzie, and he likes it if you pat his flanks.“
A bird, a sparrow he would realize later, quick and darting and agile, flew toward the old abandoned hotel directly attached to the café. It struck the window in a sudden, loud but anticlimactic crack, and fell to the ground dead of impact. Cracks spidered and spread from the epicenter of its crash, where blood flecked the shattered surface. „Strange s**t always happens here,“ he commented to the stranger as he approached the bird, „like the barrier’s thin in this town.“Daekie sorry about the wait - finals happened and the laptop had to be replaced
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Posted: Tue May 17, 2016 7:20 pm
"Depends on the dog," Alexis shot back quietly with no real bite to it, giving Schatzie some quality scratching behind the ears with an ambivalent look on their face -- the hint of a smile tugged at their lips, but otherwise they could have been set to cold hard neutral, someone's idea of an expression with no real bearing on any actual emotion. "I took public school history," they said curtly, keeping their head cocked to the side with one eye keenly locked on Alois' face. "'s the exchange rate? Easy enough from there." They crooked their hand just right, stretching one finger down to the dog's jaw with rhythmic motions. "Dog bites get infected and nasty real easy if they don't get clean. You've gotta report them to animal control; n' the animal'll get put down. You better hope he don't bite anyone, it'll be trouble." Considering it wasn't personal information, it was about as much as Alexis seemed willing to give out without further interaction. "I know a taxidermist. They're busy with med school, though, hell if they're anywhere near competition." With that, the free hand slid down, stroking down Schatzie's back to pat his flanks gently. "Never liked dead things much, me." Hetzerei no problem! i've been there (well, no, i haven't, but that's what you're supposed to say right...)
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Posted: Wed May 18, 2016 6:12 am
„When I came here in 2014, it was eighty cents to the dollar.“ He wasn’t about to do the math for them - her, decidedly, when he heard the name. „But if he ends up in trouble with animal control, I’ll shoot him myself. Like I said, it wasn’t my money.“ Alois managed another drag of the cigarette while he pulled a pair of rubber gloves from a small rucksack. Pulling the blue nitrile on with a snap, he plucked the freshly dead bird from the ground. He executed a passing survey of the good parts before he pulled a quart storage bag for safe keeping, and stuffed the specimen inside.
Schatzie stayed where he was, panting lazily with tail wagging as the strangered administered pettings. Occasionally he chanced glances back at his master to ensure he still had permission to get pets. So far, so good - he liked it that way. Once the stranger heeded advice and started on his flanks, the german shepherd talked elatedly in his singsong doggy voice.
Alois, however, did not like where this conversation ventured. He listened to the quick rundown of the taxidermist story stoically, though inwardly he scathed with acerbic retorts. Please, show me where I implied ‚how interesting, tell me more‘ so I can never say it again.
So this person went to public school, knows dog laws, and a taxidermist who’s going to med school. And doesn’t like dead things. Fancy that - I won’t be running into them at my shop. That’s a relief.
„I’m looking for an apprentice of sorts. Pass that along if they’re interested in a job. If it’s anything like Medizinstudiums in Saarland, you’ll never see this person again until they graduate or drop out. Komm hier, Schatzie - we have places to be.“
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Posted: Wed May 18, 2016 12:07 pm
"Don't shoot your ********' dog, oh my god," Alexis hissed, temporarily looking like they might kill Alois themself at that very moment (but only for a few seconds). Despite that, their nails never dug into Schatzie at anything more than a pleasant scratch, even though their teeth showed in an unpleasantly animalistic snarl. "You're not subtle," came the comment suddenly, although Alexis' expression was still set in stubbornly neutral. "I'm tryin' to be nice, you p***k. Try not to look like you're suckin' on a lemon when people talk to you, it's s**t." When Schatzie returned to his owner, they gave the dog one last scratch behind the ears and a mocking salute to Alois himself, one hoodie sleeve slipping down to reveal a scraped and scarred forearm. "You have a dog. ******** do you have a dog for if you hate people? Think on that. Now, get goin', asshat." Hetzerei i am sorry for my terrible child
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Posted: Thu May 19, 2016 6:17 am
Alois only smiled. „Dog ownership has nothing to do with people and everything to do with dogs. But like I said before, it wasn’t my money. Maybe that should tell you something, yes?“ He half-turned then, looking fairly smug in his assessment that he would not encounter further troubles of conversation with this curt character.
If you think I’m terrible, then I expect you’ve never been to Germany. The thought was something of a comfort as he started back down the sidewalk, hands in pockets. Idly he turned his lighter over and over betwixt index and thumb while he signaled for Schatzie to follow. The dog did so dutifully, though he cast a glance back at his new friend with a short dog grunt. He did not protest the command.
„I prefer the company of the dead, Alexis,“ he tossed over his shoulder. „Die first and then we’ll have a nice chat.“ Alois shrugged against the wind and huddled into the outerwear that hung off his bones like drapes.
It would be a long walk home, he knew, but it seemed shorter now than it did before.
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Posted: Mon May 23, 2016 7:48 pm
"I'll kill you first," Alexis tossed back, every bit of sincerity in their voice. " Try me." Turning to leave, they walked off without a second thought, breaking into a jog and disappearing into the distance rather quickly. God, they hated people. This was why actual interactions weren't worth the time. Hetzerei WHOOPS SHORT but yis closed!! ty smile if you'd like alois and ashton RP my plot thread's always open
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