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Post by Blu on Oct 19, 2007 16:53:21 GMT
Well that was really the whole point of her plan being one of sneakiness and taking her time with it, being nice and subtle. Blu had to be slow about wearing Clay down in case she accidentally alerted him to her plans. She was determined that by the time he realised what was going on, it would be far too late for him.
Which made her sound like some sort of deranged master villain bent on world domination, starting with convincing Clay to be on her side.
Blu took another pull of the joint, feeling it work deeper into her body, relaxing her further. Much more importantly to her anyway, it was dulling the pain around her joints, taking away the queasy feeling in her stomach – although that might not be completely caused by her illness but also by worry. The drug was making it hurt less at any rate, and that could only be a good thing for the young woman.
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Post by Barclay on Oct 19, 2007 17:08:52 GMT
Blu was, indeed, very devious; poor Clay didn't stand a chance against her. Still, if and when he does find out about these plans he will fight her tooth and nail, and will almost certainly try and stay away from her as best as he could. Too bad she was a client, and one of the most regular and reliable ones at that; his boss would kill him if word got to him that he'd discarded a paying customer.
Clay slumped against the wall, taking out his lighter and flipping the lid to keep his hand busy. It helped him to clear his thoughts and organise his priorities, although right now he didn't have many of those to worry about. He doubts any big deals will be going down in the near future with the failed jobs last night; everyone was staying low and keeping out of sight until the drama was over and then it will be back to business. Until then, though, Clay was technically a free man and wasn't really in any sort of rush. When he gets rid of the last of his stash he'll probably mill around for a while until someone contacts him.
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Post by Blu on Oct 21, 2007 19:46:01 GMT
He’d find out about her plans, hopefully later rather than sooner. Blu was only good at keeping the most important secrets, the ones that she believed were a matter of life and death. She could keep quiet about those things yet it when it came to who broke a mug, she was a hopeless case. It was like that here – sure, her grand plan was important and needed to be kept a secret but all the same Blu wanted to tell Clay, wanted to be able to skip all the steps of planning and evil masterminding. But Clay wouldn’t react in the way he was supposed to, not yet at any rate, in that she was sure. All she had to do was keep her secret hidden just a little longer.
A soft snuffling came to her attention, faint frown creasing on her forehead as she turned her head away from Clay to glance down the alley. Perhaps he had noticed the sound as well – or perhaps he hadn’t and the whole thing was in her head, as a result of the drugs. If that was the case she might have to start rethinking her policy about taking any kind in the first place. That didn’t change the fact that there appeared to be a small dog lurking a few feet away, staring at her with large mournful eyes, demanding without speaking that she do something right this second.
“Is that… a puppy?”
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Post by Barclay on Nov 1, 2007 21:55:32 GMT
Clay raised an eyebrow as he gave a sideways glance, wondering if she was higher than she actually looked. However, he was well aware that the gear he sold her wasn't anywhere near that strong, so he glanced in the general direction that Blu was staring in, and true enough, there was a puppy wandering around the alley. Whilst he would probably have something to say about the creature having "large, mournful eyes", he had to admit that it looked pretty pathetic, left alone to fend for itself.
"Yes. That's a puppy," he replied simply, going back to his own cigarette as if the topic was now closed for discussion. He wasn't really an animal person, which was ironic given what he was. He took another drag of his cigarette as the puppy padded over towards the twosome, sniffling around on the ground. Probably looking for something to eat, he mused, noting that it looked a little on the thin side. Not that he cared.
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Post by Blu on Nov 9, 2007 23:44:23 GMT
Well at least Blu wasn’t going mad or hallucinating because of the drugs. That would just be bad overall and while dogs were cute, it was just as possible that it could go the other way and she would see nasty things. Since the animal was real however, that whole line of thinking was more than a little pointless – not that it stopped Blu from fully exploring it in her head since Clay didn’t seem inclined to say anything else.
As the adorable little bundle of paws and tail shuffled closer, Blu shifted down from her perch, carefully stubbing what was left of her joint out and returning it to the bag with the others, not wanting to accidentally burn or startle the dog. “Here boy…” Blu murmured, hoping that it wasn’t rabies filled or the type of pup that had been abused so bad it lashed out at everyone. The dog came closer, pushing its head into Blu’s outstretched palm, clearly demanding some sort of pat. “Well, aren’t you adorable?”
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Post by Barclay on Dec 3, 2007 16:40:02 GMT
As Blu played with the puppy Clay did nothing for a while except continue smoking, not really thinking about anything of any significance. After a few more minutes, he stole a quick glance at the small bundle of fur that was currently very much enjoying the attention it was getting from Blu, noting that it was incredibly friendly for a random stray... and also pretty clean looking. He was pretty sure it was some poor mutt that had been some kid's birthday present, only to be thrown out onto the streets when those dumbass parents realised that dogs were more of a hassle than they first thought. He could be wrong, of course, and the puppy could be the result of someone being a tad careless but he knew there was little chance of that.
He gave a short grunt of disapproval as he took one final drag on his cigarette before dropping it to the ground and stamping it out. He was pretty certain Blu was going to start talking about taking the puppy home or something, despite not even knowing if the thing had had any shots. With a small smirk, he reached into his pocket for another cigarette.
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Post by Blu on Dec 8, 2007 18:40:09 GMT
The puppy was completely adorable, instantly melting Blu’s heart as she played and snuggled with the little thing. It was a little on the skinny side, now that she could feel under the fur but it seemed healthy and friendly enough, and the thought of fleas or lack of shots simply didn’t occur to her. All Blu knew – and indeed all she really cared about right now – was that the puppy didn’t deserve to wander about the streets alone like that. Anything could happen to a defenceless dog. She held out her arms, puppy bounding onto her as though it already knew the silent command or simply managed to sense it. Whatever the case, she wrapped her thin arms around the puppy and looked over at Clay, not realising the slightly wiggling animal in her arms had followed her line of sight.
“The puppy needs somewhere to stay. It can’t go to the dog pound,” Blu announced, worry clear in her voice. If she wasn’t currently cat-sitting, Blu would have taken it home in an instant but she didn’t want to aggravate her new flatmate, especially since the stress of moving from one home to another was still so fresh in the feline’s mind. Blu wouldn’t be surprised if she came home to shredded items, disapproval of no Flynn expressed clearly.
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Post by Barclay on Dec 16, 2007 13:51:19 GMT
Clay raised an eyebrow at the stares he was getting both from Blu and from Blu's newfound friend, and had a really, really bad feeling about it. It was like a really sick feeling in the pit of his stomach, not unlike some sense of foreboding, and he wasn't really sure why it was there. Something about the look in Blu's eye just made him uneasy. At the girl's words, he put the cigarette between his lips and gave a light shrug.
"Then take it to your own place," he said without much emotion. "Though I'm pretty sure the pound is there for situations like these." He glanced down at the puppy, which stared up at him with its big blue eyes, giving him a woeful whine as it wriggled in Blu's arms. It began to lick at her hands, and Clay was pretty sure it was because the thing was hungry; it certainly looked like it hadn't seen a proper meal in a while. That, however wasn't his problem. In his opinion, Blu should take the puppy to the pound and let them deal with it, since that was what they were paid to do.
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Post by Blu on Dec 16, 2007 17:13:18 GMT
Blu’s expression changed from the stare to one of scandalised horror, her mouth dropping open at the idea that Clay could even suggest taking the puppy – who she was already mentally running through possible names for – to the pound. “Don’t you know what they do at the pound?” She asked him in dismay, standing and moving towards him. “If a dog isn’t adopted within a certain amount of time they put it down because they don’t have enough room to hold all the strays. What if he got put down?! And even if he didn’t, if somebody saw him and took him home, it means that some other poor, innocent dog looses out on the chance and gets sent to the big kennel in the sky?”
She knew that in reality, not all pounds did that but some did. It didn’t matter that there were far too many strays for them to deal with, the thought of them putting down a healthy and happy dog was just too much for her. Especially one who snuggled into her arms as this one was doing, almost as though he could sense what the current topic of discussion was. “I’m cat-sitting, and cats don’t mix with dogs so I can’t take him.” Blu explained, stopping in front of Clay, the answer now obvious in her own mind as she stared as he sat casually on the box, apparently still not caring. She wasn’t the only one in the alley and clearly he needed some animal company.
“What if you were a poor dog and your only crime was to be thrown out or born a stray and then someone put you to sleep because nobody chose you within a certain time even though you were perfectly healthy and adorably cute?!” With that, Blu extended her arms, letting the dog leap from her to Clay, animal instantly trying to snuggle up to him.
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Post by Barclay on Dec 16, 2007 17:29:40 GMT
He should have known he'd get some sort of sanctimonious crap about the pound and was now beginning to regret ever bringing the subject into focus. Actually, he was starting to regret even waking up; he could have sold his gear tomorrow when there wouldn't be a puppy, and there was less chance of there being a Blu. Admittedly, he'd heard of some of the stories about pounds through documentaries on Animal Planet - he'd never EVER admit to even having that channel, by the by - but he was sure it wasn't the norm. He sighed as he sat down onto a nearby box, figuring he'd need to sit down if the speech goes on.
He almost snorted at the irony of her question, though he managed to hold his tongue. A dark look crossed his face as his thoughts went back to his family, how they had all but abandoned him when he needed them most. No, it wasn't fair when the only people you'd ever relied upon suddenly turned on you, leaving you to cope alone in the big world without anything. Apparently he and the puppy had more in common than he had with most humans. Speaking of which...
He blinked and looked down into his lap at the puppy who stared up at him wide-eyed, mouth hanging open and tongue lolling out the side in some sort of canine expression of glee. He looked from the puppy to Blu, back to the puppy then back to Blu again. "Oh hell no. No," he picked up the puppy as he stood up and attempted to shove it back into the young woman's arms. "I don't need a damn dog," he said, harsher than he'd actually intended, hoping that it would mean she'd take a hint, although he wasn't really holding out much hope.
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Post by Blu on Dec 16, 2007 18:56:41 GMT
In Blu’s mind it made a perfect kind of sense. The puppy needed a home, Clay clearly needed a pet because she’d never seen any sign of a fluff on him or really seen him give any hint that he did anything aside from sit or stand alone in the street. And that really wasn’t healthy so what better solution than him to have the puppy, thus saving the animal from the horror of the pound and in return Clay got something that loved him unconditionally – it was a win-win situation in her mind, the idea that he may not want a pet never occurring to her.
She simply beamed brightly at him, ignoring the tone; since he clearly didn’t mean his words, he just as clearly didn’t mean the tone. Later perhaps she would remember the harshness with a twinge of regret but that was at some point in the future. This was now. Blu pushed back, puppy helping by scrabbling to remain with Clay, no doubt having decided for himself that this was his owner. Which really just sealed the deal. “Yes, yes you do and Duck here wants you.”
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Post by Barclay on Dec 16, 2007 21:11:07 GMT
Clay didn't want something that would love him unconditionally, he was perfectly fine being alone, especially since his current choice of employment centred around all manner of dangerous things. He really didn't need anything to distract him, so for him it most certainly wouldn't be a win-win situation, and he intended to make that clear to Blu... or as clear as he could do, anyway.
"No, I do not- wait, Duck? You called the dog 'Duck'?" He stared at her with mild bewilderment before shaking his head and coming back to his senses. "No." He set the puppy onto the ground and started making his way back towards the main street so he could make some kind of getaway but he found his escape was slightly hindered when the puppy chomped down on the hem of his jeans and started pulling, trying to stop him from leaving. NOW what is he meant to do? He sure as hell wasn't going to kick the damn thing. Not while Blu's within ten miles of him anyway; he didn't want to incur the wrath of the doped up scary chick. Ever. Clay gave an irritable sigh. "Get that thing off me."
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Post by Blu on Dec 16, 2007 22:37:49 GMT
“I did not call him Duck. Duck was just his name.” Maybe the drugs were starting to affect her more than they normally did – usually Blu stopped before she started seeing pink elephants and deciding that dogs told names to her. On the other hand however, Duck was the sort of name she would come up with even without the aid of drugs. The puppy was just a ‘duck’ sort of character and the name fit perfectly, other influences or not.
She beamed as Duck took matters into his own paws – teeth – having decided that Clay wasn’t going to be leaving the alley without a fight. “It’s best to just give in. Duck’s decided you belong to him,” Blu told him seriously, moving forward and patting the puppy on his head, cooing compliments at him. The blue eyed dog was no fool that was for sure.
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Post by Barclay on Dec 17, 2007 13:31:01 GMT
Oh great, dogs were talking to her. Clay, whilst wondering if he'd given her the good stuff by mistake, silently cursed whatever God was staring down upon him on that particular day - not that he was that religious; he was pretty sure the church would have something to say to him about his drug dealing thing. His wound had been bothering him for the past half hour or so, and he really wasn't in the mood for this.
He rubbed the bridge of his nose as he gave a heavy sigh. "Why me?" He stared down at Duck, who still had his jaws clamped on the hem of his jeans as he stared back up at him. His not kicking the dog off his trousers probably cemented, in Blu's mind, his weakness so actually, he'd already lost the battle. So he was now stuck with a puppy, at least for the time being until he could think of a way to get rid of it; damned if he'd let a puppy chew on his furniture thank you very much. He leant down and picked the puppy up, noting that it let go of his trousers when he knew he was getting held again.
"I'm only keeping it until I can find someone else to take it, though," he said, making it clear to Blu that he was less than happy at this turn of events. How the hell he'd let her convince him to take a stray puppy she'll never know. Maybe he was more of a soft touch than he wanted to believe he was, or maybe he made the big mistake of relating to the puppy in some way.
Dammit.
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Post by Blu on Dec 17, 2007 14:51:30 GMT
She didn’t even realise she was holding her breath in anticipation until Clay sighed and bent down to pick up Duck. A happy expulsion of air rushed out of her as he effectively caved in, Duck’s tail going a mile an hour at this new turn of events. This was more like it, Blu inwardly giving a shout of glee at not only getting her own way but also seeing that the puppy wasn’t going to be put down or hurt. And hopefully Clay would grow fond of Duck – she was nothing if not an optimist.
“Of course, of course,” Blu agreed solemnly, bright smile destroying the attempt at seriousness. “So long as that someone else is a worthy dog owner.” She was holding out onto the hope that once Clay took Duck home he wouldn’t be able to get rid of him, either because he decided he loved the puppy after all or if the dog simply refused to leave. Considering the way he had chomped down on the man’s jeans, Blu was confident that the latter if not the former would happen no matter what he currently claimed.
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