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Post by Aria ! on Jun 28, 2010 20:10:04 GMT -5
Tenma walked around solemnly in his true form, simply padding along the gray sidewalk. A few people noticed the huge dog, but he had worn a spiked collar and wasn't exactly acting dangerous, so they didn't pay him much attention. They probably passed him off as one of those trained house dogs who could go outside without their owner, walk around for a while and then come back. He was like that in some ways, but he was far from your common house pet. He was a killer- a beast who's fangs were stained with the blood of many innocent people, and many who were not as innocent. He wasn't nearly any normal dog, either. Regardless of his shifting abilities he had become one of the champion fighting dogs in a Mexican fighting ring, conquering the other dogs easily with his stamina and strength. Memories of his times there flooded back to him, and they were very much unwelcome in his mind. They taunted him- terrorized him, ate at his conscious. Like a murderous Jimmie Cricket, one with an axe and a hammer that pounded at his brain for reasons he couldn't figure out.
A humongous flurry of wind sent the ungrateful thoughts from his mind, the wind force strong enough to cause him to stumble sideways, just catching himself before falling. He shook his head fiercely, ears flopping as he shook off the effects of the wind. He continued his solid march to nowhere, the wind pounding at his sides in great busts.
As he rounded the corner, another dog sprang on him. It immediately went for his neck- mistake. The spiked collar only inflicted pain on the dog, and it yelped and jumped back, giving him the chance to strike. And he did, he attacked and held it by it's back, and it managed to turn and latch it's teeth into his shoulder. Needless to say, that pissed him off. He let go of it's back in a swift motion and locked on to the back of it's neck; putting down a great amount of pressure on it, though not so much to break it's neck. A huge whine escaped it, as he forced it down to the ground in submission, it still yelping and whining, having lost the battle it so haphazardly started.
"Tch. You're not worth my time and effort to kill. Get lost." Tenma growled, and the other dog ran with it's tail between it's legs. Tenma continued on his way, seemingly unfazed by the amount of pain and bleeding his shoulder was causing. That dog had bit him hard, and bit him deep. He could deal with pain well though; since most fights he was in landed him bigger wounds than this any day. Making his way into the bar, he shifted and sat at the bar; one hand clinging to his shoulder, his head leaned back as he mentally pushed away the pounding pain he felt.
"Ugh. Damn strays, always picking fights with me. They never learn- I always win. God, why do they bother?" Tenma thought, voicing it aloud unintentionally.
ooc:// this is an open thread, yes. But It was made for WhiteKitsune to have somewhere to post with her character Tiffany, I believe. Two other people can join, JUST ASK ME IN THE CHAT BOX FIRST. Please and thanks, I'll post the posting order once everyone's in hurr. C:
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Post by brittaney on Jun 28, 2010 21:35:50 GMT -5
Tiffany crouched down behind the bar counter, organizing the many different alcohol bottles on the two shelves beneath. She had been busy cleaning up the bar, as she had been spending a lot of time she had taken it upon herself to run the place for other assassins when she had nothing better to do. Upon shifting around the bottles, she discovered that the shelves were just covered in a thick layer of dust and dirt, "Holy crap, it looks like a freakin dust bunny violated a mud pie on this thing!"
She muttered words under her breath as she finished cleaning the shelf and replacing the bottles in a more organized manner before she heard paws on the floor at the door's entrance.
The sound changed from paws to footsteps as the figured neared the bar, "Ugh. Damn strays, always picking fights with me. They never learn- I always win. God, why do they bother?" Came an all too familiar voice.
She stood up, flipping some of the hair that fell in her face while crouching down behind her ear, "Well well, if it isn't big dog Tenma. Sounds like you're having a wonderful day as usual." She scoffed as she laid the dirty rag she was using on the stool next to her behind the bar.
She leaned down and opened the mini fridge behind her and pulled out a few ice cold beers, placing one on the table in front of Tenma and opening the other one with her forearm as she stood up, gently kicking the fridge door closed with her foot, "Want one?" She walked out from behind the bar and sat down on a stool next to him, facing out towards the door and leaning back on her elbows on the counter.
"You should probably get that bite patched up before it gets infected and then it'll really hurt." She said in an uncaring tone. A sarcastic grin popped up on her face as she raised the beer to her mouth, "If you want, I could just go eat all the strays in town so you don't have to worry about that anymore." She said before taking a sip from the bottle.
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Post by tessa on Jun 28, 2010 23:22:00 GMT -5
[/b] she said meekly to the man, "I-uh... I have some...dressings in my bag if you want I can, uh... fix you up a bit..." she smiled sheepishly, flushing a deep scarlet, and turned her head sharply away from them. Perhaps, if she were lucky, they'd ignore her. Honestly? She wasn't ready for anymore "friends" for a long time. [/blockquote] [/size][/ul]
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Post by Aria ! on Jul 1, 2010 0:25:09 GMT -5
"Well well, if it isn't big dog Tenma. Sounds like you're having a wonderful day as usual."
Tenma didn't flinch at the sudden appearance of the Anaconda shifter, he only cast her a glance, going back to his concentration. "Oh yeah, best day I've ever had. Nothing like getting your shoulder torn open to brighten the day. Beautiful." The sarcasm was thick in his voice, as he finally gave up pushing the pain away and simply ignored it instead. One of the two techniques always worked, and Tenma always found time for them- they kept him at least, moderately, sane. He turned his attention back to Tiffany behind him, spinning around on the bar stool and resting an elbow on the bar, propping his head up with his hand.
Tenma watched the woman he'd known since he got there as she walked over to the fridge, took two beers, presented him with one, and then sat down in the seat beside him. He glanced at the bear as he too, turned toward the door. She'd asked him if he wanted one. In all truth, he really didn't. He wasn't one for beer, but he'd drink it anyway.
"Eh, later. I'll need something stronger than that for this, Tiff." Tenma smirked, reaching over the counter and snatching up a bottle of Vodka, sitting it on the table and not removing his hand from the base, as he noticed a new person walk in.
"You should probably get that bite patched up before it gets infected and then it'll really hurt."
"Yeah, here in a second I'll make it where it won't get infected. Besides, I keep myself healthy, if only because my job needs it." Tenma said, his tone also uncaring and a bit distant, as he was watching the new person. He drew his eyes away from her warily, what was her name? He knew all of the members in the Assassins- he was the Leader's dog, so that was more or less a perk, if he was into conversing with them for some reason.
"If you want, I could just go eat all the strays in town so you don't have to worry about that anymore."
"Nah, I got 'em handled. Thanks for that ridiculously sarcastic offer though, I really appreciate it. It brings back my fighting power from the old days, so it's fine." Tenma's voice was mixed with... nothing. His voice was emotionless. It remained that way most of the time, besides when he emphasized things or was in a forced situation. Human women foolishly called it the 'cool' act, thinking they could easily break him with innocent flirting or casual friends- Wrong. It wasn't an 'act', he wasn't doing it for anyone, that's just who he was. Before he had actual emotions to some extent, but events in his life more or less beat those out of him both verbally, physically, and mentally.
The movement that the new girl made caught his attention, he spun around in his seat once more to meet her, since she was walking up to him, after all. He said nothing, and just looked on with bored eyes as she finally got to him and began speaking.
"Oh, uh... ex-excuse me..." She was quiet as she spoke to him, "I-uh... I have some...dressings in my bag if you want I can, uh... fix you up a bit..." Shy as ever, as were most that talked to him.
Honestly, he didn't understand why people were so on edge or uptight or shy around him. Why? Was it because he didn't wear a shirt more than half the time? Well, too bad for them- he didn't feel like putting one on any time soon. Returning from his thoughts, he picked up the Vodka bottle.
"Listen, you look uncomfortable enough already, and I don't really know you, so thanks and all, but I'll be fine. Besides, I've got disinfectant. Sorry I'm not the best at conversations, and thanks for the offer though." Tenma said, his voice full of truth and an actual caring of some sort. He didn't know this person, no; but he did care whether there were uncomfortable, fidgety, shy people around him. If she were to suddenly decide to be different then that, he'd be fine with talking to her just like he did to Tiffany, whom he'd known for years. He wasn't the socialist, but he wasn't antisocial, either.
As he finished talking, he removed the Vodka lid with his thumb, and tossed the alcoholic beverage nonchalantly on to his shoulder, the grunt that escaped him as he clenched his teeth silenced immediately. He shook his head, took another straight shot of Vodka on the wound, gritted his teeth, and slammed the bottle down on the counter, gripping his shoulder tightly with his good arm.
"Tiffany, you're supposed to stop me before I do retarded things, what's up, today going slow? And I told you it wouldn't get infected, look- It's completely disinfected now. But it stings like a bitch." Tenma breathed, tone exhausted. He rested his forehead on the edge of the bar, bloodied hand now removed from his injury and resting on his knee.
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Post by brittaney on Jul 1, 2010 2:05:45 GMT -5
A scowl appeared on her face as the door opened and an unfamiliar face shown through the door, 'Who the hell is this?' She kept her thoughts to herself as she watched the newcomer walk over to Tenma and offer him bandages for his wounds. She grinned as he told her no and watched as he poured the vodka on his open wound, letting out a few grunts in between.
"Tiffany, you're supposed to stop me before I do retarded things, what's up, today going slow? And I told you it wouldn't get infected, look- It's completely disinfected now. But it stings like a bitch."
She grinned, "First of all, no it's not slow. Second, pain is sexy, especially when your already bleeding." She wipes some of the blood that was mixed with vodka dripping down his arm onto her finger and licks it off slowly. "And like you said, atleast it's disinfected now."
Still grinning she got up taking her empty beer bottle she had just polished off with her back behind the counter, throwing it into the trashcan. She looked back over to the newcomer, her smile fading, "And who might you be? I don't recognize your face...You aren't with the Assassins, so who are you?" Her voice was a bit colder than it was a while ago with Tenma.
Without waiting for a reply, she turned around and grabbed the first aid kit from one of the wooden shelves behind her. It was obvious that the kit was used constantly, as it was covered in dry blood in a few spots here and there and wasn't covered in dust like the rest of the shelf. She turned back around to the counter and placed the kit on top of it and flipped it open, pulling out some gauze and wrap along with some antibiotics. She put the antibiotics on the wound, being moderately gentle, and then put the gauze across it and held it down with the wrap. She then replaced the kit back on the dusty shelf and washed her hands in the sink near the end of the bar.
She grabbed the hand towel and began drying off her hands as she walked back to stand in front of Tenma, still watching the newcomer, "And by the way, don't act so intimidated, it's annoying. Intimidation gets you killed around here you know. People like me prey on weak people like you..." Her eyes gleamed with her remark as she leaned against the counter with her hip, her arms crossed, and an evil grin strewn across her face.
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Post by tessa on Jul 1, 2010 2:25:39 GMT -5
[/b] she replied in a deep, thick contralto. She smirked confidently, "I am no one. Just some old bat looking for a quiet place to waste my liver."Her whole body weakened with fear and the concentration it took to make herself seem calm. She wondered if they could smell it on her. She reckoned she was rank with it, if they could smell it. Boy Karla was going to be pissed if she made it out alive to tell her about it. Xara raised her deep greens to the woman and gazed steadily at her. "I suppose you are thinking of preying on me, then?" she said, half challengingly, raising a thoughtful brow. Her stomach flipped. Shit, shit, shit shit, she was in trouble. They were going to kill her she knew it. She just knew it. Thats right Xara, go ahead and poke the bear, you great big boob.She shrugged her shoulders, "Well, before you do, do you mind if I have a drink first? I reckon I wouldn't want to be too conscious, a strapping young lass like you could most definitely take on meek little me." She answered, a bit more venomously. Go ahead. Kill me.[/blockquote][/size][/ul]
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Post by Aria ! on Jul 1, 2010 22:58:18 GMT -5
"First of all, no it's not slow. Second, pain is sexy, especially when your already bleeding. And like you said, at least it's disinfected now."
He'd picked his head up off the table to watch Tiffany's movement, then rested his chin down on the bar, following her with his eyes. He vaguely thought of the many human things that could have meant, and then the few dog meanings it had. He leaned back then, rolling his head from side to side in an effort to release the stress that clung to it. "If I was one of those guys that read into everything as weird as that, I would probably assume something right about now. But.. I'm just not, and I probably wouldn't say much no matter what you did- because I've known you for way too long, Tiffany." A very small, very light chuckle escaped his lips, as he rested his forehead once again on the bar.
Tenma pretty much blocked them out for the next few minutes, loosing himself in his owns thoughts. What was he thinking about? Nothing of real importance. Just the classics- Missions, Assassinations, stuff he was supposed to do, faces he had to learn. Just the everyday things for him. He was brought from his thoughts when a gauze pad was slapped onto his injury, somewhat gently for Tiffany to have been the one putting it on. He hadn't noticed her putting on the antibiotics, he just hadn't really cared enough to notice that, he guessed. He watched her put on the wrap and put up the commonly used first aid kit silently, then sighed and got up. He took the beer with him, walked around the counter and replaced it in the fridge with a water.
With his water, he sat back down in the same place, opened it and took a drink, watching the two exchange words almost uninterested. To his surprise though, it took a turn- a rather interesting turn. Tiffany said something about preying on weak people, to which the newcomer replied something along the lines of Tiffany preying on her. Oh, wonderful- there was going to be a fight. And if it was Tiffany the Anaconda against this red headed, supposed bat, the outcome was obvious- somebody was gonna be lunch.
"Well, before you do, do you mind if I have a drink first? I reckon I wouldn't want to be too conscious, a strapping young lass like you could most definitely take on meek little me."
Look: If you wanna die, that's all fine and dandy. But I don't permit fights in my bar, or murders, Tiffany. Tiffany, you know we can't kill people right now- The police are getting suspicious. We've gotta lay low, and I'm not going to have some new person who shows up out of the blue make you jeopardize that." Tenma said, his voice fairly demanding. He'd known Tiffany for a while, and she was about the closest she could be at being his 'friend', but he still wasn't biased when it came to decisions like these- and she would know that if she knew him at all.
"There are very few things I regret about my life, I can only really think of maybe two. You can put her in her place for all I care, I really don't, but I really won't regret stopping you if I have to. And if you two are going to fight- do it outside of my bar." His voice was now emotionless again, his face was as well- so he was basically just talking. He didn't like showing his emotions anymore, and this was only a recent preference of his. He would usually put down at least some barriers around the people closest to being his friends, or Rohjyx at least, but after that incident.. his emotions had been sort of locked away again.
"Ugh, whatever. Do what you want, humans do anyway. Get you attached then dump you somewhere, you're all like that." Tenma said, resentment subtly present in his voice, as he turned his back to them, staring at the bottles behind the counter, silently drinking his water. It was only just then Tenma realized what his real problem was.
'It's not that I've locked my emotions up.. It's that I'm keeping myself guarded. I've got no faith in the human race. Tch. Why should I? They're slowly destroying the world, I was born in a fucking dog fighting ring, .... Ugh, that isn't what this is about, is it there, Tenma? ...' Tenma thought to himself, an annoyed sigh coming from him as he did.
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Post by brittaney on Jul 1, 2010 23:24:58 GMT -5
Tiffany scoffed at the girls remark towards her own comment and then frowned at her, "I don't attack those that wish to die but don't plan on fighting back. It's demeaning. I may be cold blooded, but I have my pride." She shook her head, "But you can have a drink, take yer pick." She waved her hands towards the assortment of different drinks along the shelves behind her as she turned to Tenma.
"You know I won't kill anyone right now unless they try to kill me first. Rohjyx said no, so no it is. I know at times I seem like I go a little too far, but I'm not selfish. I just have a bad habit is all..." She watched as he turned his back to her and merely gave a small sigh before turning back to the girl.
"You figure out what you want yet, Miss. Timid?" She still didn't like the girl very much. She didn't know who she was, nor did was she very good at answering questions. Tiffany had patience, but only with other assassins...
(OOC: Sorry it's so short, couldn't think of much else to do at this point. ^_^; )
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Post by tessa on Jul 2, 2010 19:28:51 GMT -5
[/b] she inquired honestly. Xara would. It would be difficult but... if thats what they really wanted, and there really was no way out, then... She nibbled on the inside of her cheek. "Who doesn't? Want to die, that is. I mean... everything you eat's gonna kill you, everyone you meet's gonna rob you, and everything you do is wrong. So, whats the point?" she waved her hands in the air, her static-electric, fighting mood had died down to a cinder, and let them fall with a soft thump on the counter. "It might sound like a hopelessly, naively, romantic thing to say but I don't see why we can't all just...chill, you know?"She scoffed darkly, an uneasy feeling falling like a lump in the pit of her stomach. Karla... She sighed and waved her hand dismissively. " I don't want to fight you guys anyway. All I want is a good, stiff drink. S'all... Vodka, I guess." she trailed off, and offered them both an awkward, crooked smile. "How much?" she asked, reaching in behind her to her purse, ready to pay up. She figured if she just had her drink and went on with her life, she'd make it out okay. Maybe. [/blockquote][/size][/ul]
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Post by Aria ! on Jul 3, 2010 6:34:02 GMT -5
"You know I won't kill anyone right now unless they try to kill me first. Rohjyx said no, so no it is. I know at times I seem like I go a little too far, but I'm not selfish. I just have a bad habit is all..."
"Mmm." Was his only answer, as he listened to their conversation just barely, very interested in it after his realization. At this point, he couldn't really make out what they were saying anymore. It was just muffled noises, much like the one he'd just made.
"You wouldn't kill for mercy, then?"
"No, I wouldn't. But there are.... exceptions." Tenma replied, voice distant and uncaring. He was tired of talking to people, they were such uninteresting creatures. He didn't necessarily think himself better than them, he just had very little respect for them, and if he did have any respect for any of them it would be Rohjyx- and he wasn't even completely human. None of them were. They were all half animal, no matter what they were born as and no matter how hard thy wished they weren't.
"Who doesn't? Want to die, that is. I mean... everything you eat's gonna kill you, everyone you meet's gonna rob you, and everything you do is wrong. So, whats the point?"
"Your reasoning sucks. Isn't it obvious? You just have to kill it, before it kills you. The strong survive the weak perish. That's how this world is, isn't it?" Tenma said confident in his own belief. He didn't need mercy, and he didn't need friends- he only needed himself to survive. Many thought that since Rohjyx was his owner, he was needed for survival. This wasn't the case though, as Tenma could take care of himself well enough alone. The circumstances had just been what they were, and Tenma had ended up as Rohjyx's legally. Well, semi-legally; dog fighting rings were never very legal in the first place.
"The drinks are free for Assassins." Tenma stated, a sort of 'If you wanna join, it's always free.' kinda thing. He normally wasn't the kind to promote getting people to join the group, but once in a while wasn't that bad, right? Besides, sometimes he was sent on missions to do such things. One encouraging sentence wouldn't kill him... not many things would, though he was positive that he would die an unnatural death at a young age anyway. He expected it, he was prepared for it, and he didn't honestly care what would happen once he died- He was a dog, he had no need for religion.
Turning around to face the women, he said nothing, simply looking on with a blank face and eyes that could be mistaken for judging them. He was not, though it would be easy to see how someone could jump to conclusions.
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