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Post by Jamie Phoenix on Oct 1, 2011 21:57:39 GMT -5
'God,' the redheaded Ookami thought to himself as he barfed up his guts on the street, 'last night better have been worth this shite.' He definitely hoped so, but the entire night was kind of a blur. Rare, considering how high his tolerance for the wicked elixir was, but not out of the realm of possibilities... Though, that meant that Jamie had literally NO idea where he was at the moment, and he could only suppose that he was clothed. He was pretty sure he had pants, but his shirt was a mystery at the moment.
Not that he needed it. He was a fucking Adonis (or so he liked to think) so why would he need the bloody thing in the first place?
He spat and wiped off his mouth as his stomach quieted and leaned against the wall of the... alley? It looked like that anyway... Where the hell was he?
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Post by Yukiko Oshiro on Oct 3, 2011 17:26:27 GMT -5
Yukiko was enjoying some early morning solitude, walking briskly down the sparsely populated streets with her hood up and music blasting in her ears. The air smelled as if it was going to rain and low, fluffy grey clouds covered the sky like a blanket. This, in the Ookami girl's opinion, was the best kind of weather.
She would have kept going along with her lonely walk if she hadn't noticed someone despositing the contents of their stomach into the street nearby. Yukiko assumed he was probably drunk, or at least hung over. Normally she would have averted her eyes and kept on walking, but for one reason or another, she felt kinda bad for the guy. Not only did he seem miserable, but also very confused. And, considering her abnormally chipper mood this morning, she somehow found it in her normally feeble heart to try to help.
"Hey... Are you alright?" the green-eyed Ookami asked as she passed by the red-haired man. The answer to that question was obvious, but it couldn't hurt to ask.
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Post by Jamie Phoenix on Oct 5, 2011 21:48:11 GMT -5
Jamie waved the girl off. "I'm fine, Lass. This isn't the first alleyway I've woken up hungover in." He gave her a grin, now assured that, yes, he was indeed missing his shirt and didn't know where it was. "I.... could use some 'elp findin' me bloody shirt though... Wander's away sometimes..." They were in the same clan, as far as his blurred vision could tell from the smear of green on her wrist. Hopefully she would help him a little. And hopefully he could learn something about the pretty girl he had happened upon.
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Post by Yukiko Oshiro on Oct 5, 2011 21:56:56 GMT -5
Yukiko tried to nonchalantly avert her eyes when her brain finally got over the man's thick accent and processed the fact that his shirt was, indeed, missing. Even though she was about seventeen now, her mind still retained a slight amount of almost prudish innocence. Plus she was always awkward when it came to the male sex, no exceptions.
"Funny how clothes do that," the Ookami girl replied airily. She blinked, trying to think straight. "Um... I guess I can try to help you find it, your shirt I mean. But I have no idea where to look..."
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Post by Jamie Phoenix on Oct 5, 2011 22:23:19 GMT -5
The elder Ookami gestured vaguely to the alleyway around them. "Here somewhere I think. Can't be too far." Odds were that he had had his wallet snatched after he passed out, but there wasn't anything important in there other than his drivers license (which was suspended from a DWI) and maybe a little cash. No credit cards, no big money (pay day was tomorrow, thank God), no problem. "Might be a girl with huge tits passed out back 'ere too... I don't remember much." He gave a casual shrug, this happened often enough that he had an idea of what to expect, though the comment was mostly thrown in to see how his clanmate reacted.
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Post by Yukiko Oshiro on Oct 5, 2011 22:51:28 GMT -5
Needless to say, Yukiko's reaction was ridiculously predictable. She stuttered something incomprehensible and litered with "ums." Her cheeks contained the faintest hint of pink. The Ookami cleared her throat, trying to banish her stutter.
"Well, I guess retracing your steps is our of the question then," Yukiko mused. She paused, having just remembered something. "Er sorry, that was rude, I didn't introduce myself." Her built-in mannerisms refused to let her go on until she did so. "I'm Yuki."
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Post by Jamie Phoenix on Oct 7, 2011 20:20:43 GMT -5
"Jamie Phoenix, lass. If ya wandered into the Allure ever, ya know my face." Well, that was if this straight-laced goody-two-shoes looking girl ever had a drink at the bar. He doubted that she had, but whatever. "Check over there." He gestured to the other end of the alley. "'S colder than it should be." Every day should be summer, growing up in Ireland had given Jamie a fair tolerance of the cold and rain, but he still hated the stuff.
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Post by Yukiko Oshiro on Oct 9, 2011 19:51:11 GMT -5
Yukiko actually preferred the cold herself. There was less of a chance that her allergies would act up when it was chilly outside. And she really, really hated her allergies. Sometimes the Ookami was suprised she hadn't sneezed all her innards out yet, it got so bad. However, she didn't bother to mention any of this to Jamie, knowing he probably wouldn't be interested.
So instead she just said, "Yeah, it's been getting pretty cold lately..." As a small afterthought she added, "I wonder if it'll start snowing anytime soon." She wasn't looking forward to that. Snow was pretty and all, but it made late night cemetary strolls and sketching in the park pretty difficult... Plus it was a huge pain to lug her guitar case through layers of slush...
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Post by Jamie Phoenix on Oct 16, 2011 9:52:35 GMT -5
Jamie frowned. "I sure as 'ell 'ope not." he said with a shudder. Sure, the stuff was pretty, but shoveling it all was just too much effort. Not to mention it was cold and made driving even harder than it needed to be in traffic... not that Jamie really drove much. The DWI was a fluke (just the one time he decided to drive to and from the Allure because of snow), and certainly wouldn't stop him from getting smashed regularly. "They're white flakes from hell." He gave a small grin to the girl to make sure she wasn't too scared by him, she was cute, but definitely not his type. WAY too innocent.
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Post by Yukiko Oshiro on Oct 16, 2011 16:52:58 GMT -5
Yukiko laughed and issued a small grin. "I don't know about that, but I'm not a huge fan of snow either. It makes it impossible to get from place to place, especially for someone as clumsy as myself." Everywhere the Ookami went, her face managed to find a way to make contact with the ground. Despite being softer than dirt, getting a face-full of cold, wet snow remained significantly unpleasant.
"Let's just hope it holds off for a little longer," Yukiko chimed wistfully. "Or at least until we find your shirt..."
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Post by Jamie Phoenix on Oct 16, 2011 17:34:10 GMT -5
There was a sinking suspicion in the Irishman's gut that now that they had said that, snow might indeed start falling. However, the fact that it was still only fall (albeit a cold one) dismissed that notion quickly. "I 'ope so too Kid. And it ain't over here, what about your end?" He refocused his mind through the dull haze of the hangover that still remained. After all, his tolerance was too high for it to ever REALLY mess him up too bad, but even he wasn't Superman.
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Post by Yukiko Oshiro on Oct 16, 2011 17:47:17 GMT -5
"Nothing," Yukiko said with a resigned sigh. It wasn't surpising that they hadn't found the shirt, but that didn't mean it she wasn't dissapointed. The Ookami rose from where she had been kneeling, tossing aside some crumpled newspapers. "All I see is litter and trash." And God-knew-what else. The pile of garbage was so thick, there could have been a dead body underneath it all and nobody would have ever known.
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Post by Jamie Phoenix on Oct 16, 2011 18:14:25 GMT -5
Jamie shrugged. "Ah, no worries, I'll survive." Barely. "If I'm right" He probably wasn't. "then my flat should be around here somewhere..." It would take some wandering to find though. The Ookami started to turn, only for his foot to catch on something stiff and cold underneath some papers and discarded bags. Jamie toppled over, managing to catch himself with his hands as a boot was revealed beneath the pile.
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Post by Yukiko Oshiro on Oct 16, 2011 18:24:02 GMT -5
Yukiko stared at the boot for a moment, her mind silently recalling all those CSI episodes she'd seen that went exactly like this. She quickly prayed that no one would be attached to that boot before scolding herself for overreacting. It was probably just something someone had thrown back into the alleyway... probably.
"Are you okay?" The Ookami asked, moving to help her clanmate up. Her eyes, however, kept darting over to the newspaper pile. She had a bad feeling in her gut, and most of the time those feelings turned out to be right...
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Post by Jamie Phoenix on Oct 16, 2011 18:40:27 GMT -5
"Fine, 'm fine." He said, getting up and waving her off. "But what'd I even..." A gust of wind chose at that moment to blow through the alley, chilling Jamie into a swearing Irish Popsicle, and disrupting the papers to reveal a torn and bloody pant-leg.
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