Bo
Rogue Werewolf
Pickpocket
I can't grant your every wish, I'm not your knight in shining armour.
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Post by Bo on Jan 11, 2007 23:44:17 GMT
Continued from: Cole’s Territory; Alleys and Streets; The Outskirts with Fee.
Bo had challenges of his own on their journey, from pedestrians on the move, to backstreets with delivery vans dropping off late-night parcels, and even a couple of stray dogs that he barged through with a dominant snarl that sent them scattering with their tails between their legs. If wolves could laugh, he had done so in that instant, tongue lolling, eyes bright with mischief and delight. Goddamn he loved his life.
He expected the humans they encountered mistook them for a girl out past curfew with her large, rebellious, oddly-bag-carrying pet dog, and the thought of that assumption made him want to bellow with laughter. Some mortals could be so naïve, they didn’t even know a werewolf when one ran across their path, but it made his life easier; the longer he went without some kind of hunter on his tail, the better.
They were nearing the apartment building as Fee turned back on her board, and he gave a devious growl, picking up speed, wishing the board was big enough for him to jump on as well, if only to startle her. Instead, he settled for giving a sharp bark, as if to alert her to some danger ahead, and when she quickly turned to catch herself, he snorted in wolfen laughter as she realised he’d tricked her, and skidded up to the front door, his brushy tail wagging like a pup’s; it just so happened that another tenant was slipping out as he slid up to the barrier, and he wiggled through, making the young woman shriek with surprise. He darted up the stairs, howling for Fee to catch him if she could, his four paws hurtling him upward to his floor, and down his hallway, before she slipped into a controlled stop outside of his apartment, tongue lolling once more.
She would have to open the door; he was too wired to change back so soon.
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Fee
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Post by Fee on Jan 11, 2007 23:56:17 GMT
Fiona appeared a few short moments later, panting and laughing. She removed her helmet and gave her head a shake, nearly tossing her braid loose as she did so. "Smartass punk," the skater wheezed, tucking her board under one arm. "Keys in your satchel?"
Bo's short wuffle was enough of an answer for her. She retrieved the keys and unlocked the door, having to grip the frame, lest Bo barrel her over as he darted inside. Fiona just laughed again and followed, slamming the door shut with her foot. Her board and helmet were dropped by the door and she took a few moments to catch her breath before beginning the search for her duffle bag. All she needed was a skirt and her good sneakers. And maybe a bit of makeup. Maybe.
"Where's my shit, Scruffy?"
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Bo
Rogue Werewolf
Pickpocket
I can't grant your every wish, I'm not your knight in shining armour.
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Post by Bo on Jan 12, 2007 0:18:31 GMT
He enjoyed the feel of the pads of his paws skidding over the scuffed hardwood floors that made up his entrance, before he had to pick up his feet in order to not trip on the edge of the rug that coated the lounge. His tongue bounced out of his mouth as he trotted around, brushing his side instinctively, without even registering the action, along the side of his sofa; ‘mine’.
Slipping his way out of his satchel, he gave his dark coat a full shake, feeling it shift and ripple over his agile, bestial form, and he stretched until every little bone in his legs and back popped. That run had felt good.
But, now that they had some plans, he supposed he ought to try and ‘scrub up’ too, which meant changing back from the wolf. He almost pined at the thought, settling for a heavy huff of a sigh, and in response to Fee’s question, he trotted into his bedroom, and nudged his black nose against the bag she had left behind during her last crash at his place.
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Fee
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Post by Fee on Jan 12, 2007 0:29:35 GMT
"Ah-ha!"
Fee followed her presently four-footed friend and dropped down in front of the duffle, making sure to scratch Bo on the head once more. "Thank you, sweetness," she said with a grin.
Let's see... She undid the zipper and rummaged through her things. Various skirts and tops, couple pairs of blue jeans -- "Ha! My cute sneakers," Fee announced with a triumphant grin. She then retrieved two skirts, one denim, the other pink plaid, and both equally short. "Whaddya think, Bo? Plaid, or denim?"
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Bo
Rogue Werewolf
Pickpocket
I can't grant your every wish, I'm not your knight in shining armour.
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Post by Bo on Jan 12, 2007 0:58:10 GMT
He gave a content little groan as she scratched between his ears. His tail swept from side to side. For all his hatred of being referred to as a dog, he sure as hell acted like one sometimes, and he knew it too. Bo gave her side a nudge as a way to say ‘you’re welcome’. He hovered for a minute while she picked through her things, going so far as to stick his long nose in before she gave him a poke, and he looked to the options. Considering them with keen eyes, he poked his nose against the plaid, and gave a feral grin, zipping off to transform.
When he was in his bathroom, he changed back to human, stretching his arms up over his head with a groan when he was done, feeling his shoulders click. He had some clean clothes in here somewh— aha. There, hanging in the bathroom closet, was a shirt, and lo and behold, below that was a set of dark jeans. He slipped them on, and poked his head out, the shirt still unbuttoned.
“If I come back in here now, I’m not gonna get a beating, am I?” For all his cheekiness, he didn’t want to catch Fee when she was indecent… certainly not without permission…
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Fee
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Post by Fee on Jan 12, 2007 2:57:53 GMT
Fee was shimmying into the skirt as Bo peered out, but she just chuckled. When a girl ran around with a crowd like the one she was part of, modesty tended to be fairly low on her list. Fee was no exception.
"You know you'd like a beating from me, Bo," she teased while she did up the little zipper on the skirt. Next out of the bag came a pair of black, knee-high socks and matching sneakers. This pair didn't have duct tape holding them together, thank you very much. Fiona could keep her things in good condition, when she wanted to.
"Can I assume that we'll be taking your bike?" Fee's voice was exceedingly hopeful and she practically bounced up to Bo, trying to clip her hair up at the same time. "Maybe make a few jaws drop when we roar in?" Just to be safe, she shot him a little pout and added, "Pwease?"
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Bo
Rogue Werewolf
Pickpocket
I can't grant your every wish, I'm not your knight in shining armour.
Posts: 177
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Post by Bo on Jan 12, 2007 3:07:19 GMT
“Ooh, don’t tempt me to ask for one, Chickadee,” he growled almost keenly, stepping out from the bathroom, looking around for a suitable belt, and of course, a pair of boots that were scuffed all to hell. He looked to her as she made the request, watching her bounce, and smirking as if amused… or otherwise appeased by the movement and the eagerness behind it.
“My bike? Oh, Fee…” He sighed dramatically, lifting a hand to rub it over his clean-shaven jaw, making low, thoughtful noises, as if this was a very tough decision indeed. Hissing through his teeth, he narrowed his eyes and looked down at her. “Gee, I don’t know…” Bo’s head cocked dangerously to one side. “I might need some convincing…”
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Fee
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Post by Fee on Jan 12, 2007 4:55:42 GMT
Her pout disappeared to be replaced by a thoughtful and downright wicked expression. Fee raised an eyebrow and closed the distance between the two of them, 'till they were practically nose to nose. Were she a wolf, or any other sort of supernatural creature, she was quite sure her eyes would be changing.
"'Convincing,' huh?" the skater murmured. She held her friend's gaze, a challenge if there ever was one, before she suddenly turned away to grab her makeup from the duffle bag.
“ Y’know, there’s a new girl working at the club,” she mentioned, as though making small talk. “Cute, sweet -- from some tiny little town in Kansas; a real doll. And, oh yeah…” Fiona’s grin returned; all mischief and wickedness. “Apparently, she loves bad boys. Especially bad boys on motorcycles.”
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Bo
Rogue Werewolf
Pickpocket
I can't grant your every wish, I'm not your knight in shining armour.
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Post by Bo on Jan 13, 2007 19:19:05 GMT
The wolf in Bo saw the challenge from Fee, and howled delightedly at it. Strong females weren’t uncommon for lycanthropes; he’d heard of a few packs with a female leader, where the Alpha she-wolf had come out on top of her mate… and not only behind closed doors. Honestly, Bo liked a strong female, which was probably why he had a blast with Fee.
“So you’re trying to tell me that riding up on a motorcycle, which I’ll have to park outside the club, will impress some Kansas-girl who works inside, and probably won’t even see it?” His eyes flashed almost triumphantly, and his grin was, as ever, devious, wicked and feral.
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Fee
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Post by Fee on Jan 13, 2007 23:15:21 GMT
"Don't be cheeky," Fiona 'scolded' her friend, trying not to grin as she finished applying a touch of eyeliner. Fee had the sneaking suspicion that, if Bo ever decided to behave properly, it would surely mean the end of the world. He had his moments, but they were few and far between, thank god.
"Maybe she'll be on her break," the skater retorted. She flashed the blonde wolf a grin in the mirror. "But if you just happen to bring in your helmet and ask dear Laurie to store it behind the bar..."
When Bo's look didn't change, Fee managed to hold her composure for all of two seconds before she caved. The female glared into the mirror and set down her things, stalked up to Bo and snatched him by the collar of his shirt. A good tug forced him to look her in the eye.
"You're a right jerk, you know that?" she growled at him, glowering. Her sour expression soften rather quickly as she continued, "C'mon, Bo. Please?" In a last-ditch effort, she granted him a peck on the cheek. "For me?"
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Bo
Rogue Werewolf
Pickpocket
I can't grant your every wish, I'm not your knight in shining armour.
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Post by Bo on Jan 14, 2007 19:47:50 GMT
So it was possible that Bo had been baiting little Fee into being rough with him, mainly because he enjoyed it so damn much, but he managed to hold back a laugh. “First of all, Fee… it’s in my nature to be cheeky, so I can’t help it.” He grinned. “And I know I’m a jerk, thank you; proud of it.” His eyes flashed.
“But thirdly… fine, you win.” He rolled his eyes, as if her persuasion annoyed him, and he even gave a great sigh. “I’ll take my bike.” He smirked at her, betraying the fact that he had been planning to take it all along, and had simply wanted to make Fee squirm, which he never bored of, no matter the reason… so long as it was harmless, and he was the one causing it.
Turning from her after peeling her fingers from his collar, he pulled his belt from where it lay over a chair.
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Fee
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Post by Fee on Jan 14, 2007 20:29:15 GMT
Fee gave an irritated snort. It wasn't entirely impossible to be angry with Bo; according to Bobby, she and the blonde wolf could 'squabble like a pair of angry hens' when the humor hit them. But then someone would storm out, leaving the counterpart to chase after them and apologize. Arguments aside, Fiona knew she cared for Bo very much. He'd saved her life on more than one occasion.
Didn't mean she had to take his shit, though. With a smirk of her own, she gave the towheaded werewolf a light kick in the ass, as if to say, 'Watch it, pal.' "Ready when you are, sweetness," she told him with a grin, exiting the bedroom to flop gracelessly onto the couch in the lounge area.
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Bo
Rogue Werewolf
Pickpocket
I can't grant your every wish, I'm not your knight in shining armour.
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Post by Bo on Jan 16, 2007 0:55:39 GMT
“Hey!” He turned with a harmless growl, and fixed her with a vivid-blue stare as she made her way to the couch, but he was smirking all the same, reaching down to jerk his belt tighter around his waist, before fastening it properly. “Don’t make me bite you,” he ‘warned’, grinning in his usual devious manner as he started doing up his buttons on his shirt.
Shrugging the fabric onto his shoulders fully, his collar still unfastened widely, he slipped on his boots and strode into the lounge. He dragged his hands back through his hair once before picking up his bag, propping it on the edge of the sofa to retrieve his trademark black fingerless gloves. Tugging them into place, he adjusted his cuffs so they settled comfortably, and then smirked, his expression saying it all; ‘now I’m ready’.
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Fee
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Post by Fee on Jan 16, 2007 1:09:44 GMT
"Oh, you wanna get frisky, huh?" she called, laughing in response to Bo's 'warning'. When he appeared, Fiona flashed him a wicked grin and sat up on the couch. "Right there, baby," the female teased, pulling aside a strap of her tanktop to expose one pale shoulder. "I dare ya."
A flash vivid flash of blue in her friend's eyes just made her giggle. Fee practically bounced to her feet and announced, "C'mon, sweetness. Let's blow this pop stand."
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Bo
Rogue Werewolf
Pickpocket
I can't grant your every wish, I'm not your knight in shining armour.
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Post by Bo on Jan 16, 2007 18:53:47 GMT
He often wondered just how seriously Fee took his ‘don’t make me bite you’ threats, which honestly, came about more than he really realised. She’d said ‘bite me’ on more than one occasion as well, but he knew it was a phrase that her generation favoured, and even one he had adopted for himself, to go with the rest of his rebellious, punk-inspired behaviour. He blended in effortlessly… but he had to wonder about the biting mentions.
Eh. S’not important.
Snatching his keys and leather jacket to protect his torso in case of a bike accident — not that it would kill him, but he would rather avoid getting pulled over by a by-the-book cop on patrol — and headed for the door. On his way past it, he grabbed his helmet, pointing at the spare he’d actually gotten for Fee some time ago, saying as he did so, “Wonder how long those losers have been waiting for us.” He grinned. Knowing Tad, they were already inside…
Continued at: Parking Garage with Fee.
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