Puppy Love

[viska]

This is an invite only Role play for new members to get their feet wet and be in a safe non judgmental environment.


If you got the invite, then you should have an idea of what this Rp is about.


please read keep an eye on all the tabs as I'll be making changes when I get the time to.

 

[viska]

A stray and nameless dog wonders the streets, she is cold, and without love.


She is without master, or friend.


She longs to share her affection with another.


The city can be a dark and scary place for sure.


Take for example the Nagamugi; the most dangerous organised crime group sense Japans Yakusa.


Extortion, murder, trafficking of people and drugs, nothing was beneath them, and nothing was beyond their reach.


their leader known only as " Dor" is one of the most feared men in world.


it's been said that should the police ever catch him, they would let him go for fear that his group would burn the city to the ground.


In the inner city, crime is wild, and the police can do little to stem the flow.


This is the kind of environment she lives in.

 

[Poptart]

Dasher leans against the weather-worn brick of Uncle Amore's Fine Italian and blows tiny smoke rings with his e-cig. Work had been tough today, so he volunteered to take out the trash- anything to get out of the stifling kitchen area. The atmosphere isn't much better outside. The concrete is sizzling hot, and the putrid odor of the dumpsters has no breeze to drift away on in the humid air. He fingers the x-acto blade in his hoodie pocket. He thinks of how bleak his future seems, regrets dropping out of school. I did what I had to, he tells himself. Suddenly, a trashcan falls to the ground. The noise reverberates through the vacant alley. What the hell was that?!

 

[viska]

As the echos began to die down a large shadow is cast across the alley's wall.


The strange creature inches closer, and closer until the figure finally comes to light.


It was just a dog.


A skinny golden retriever crawled out of the shadows.


She was shaking with fear, skin and bones, and sadder still she had what looked like an old bullet wound scar on her shoulder.


She inched closer to Dasher, whining and shaking.


It would seem that all she wanted was some love.


well that, and maybe some of the *food* from the putrid dumpster.

 

[Poptart]

Dasher cringed a bit as the dog came closer. It was filthy. Might have rabies, he thought. He was getting ready to walk back into the restaurant, but then he made eye contact with the poor creature. Its big, brown, watery eyes were filled with so much longing, he couldn't stomach the thought of leaving it alone to starve. "Hold on girl" he spoke lightly to the dog. He walked into the building and returned seconds later with some fresh chicken bones. There was still raw meat clinging to them. "I hope these are safe for her to eat.." he wondered aloud.

 

[viska]

earlier that day, On the other side town in a luxury office at the top of the Tenshu tower a man sits silently looking out at the city.


The Vast concrete expanse was beautiful and terrible.


He looked with a twin sense of love and disgust at the sprawling city.


Raising a glass of brandy to his lips he sighed to himself as a door opened on the other end of the room.


"You called for me master Dor? " A distant man asked.


tilting his head back to savor his drink, the man now identified as Dor replied " It's time Vincent.."


" Time, sir? " Vincent asked with a worried look on his face.


Dor turned to face him, still seated in his posh leather chair.


He sat his glass down and clasped his hands before announcing " Find me a new lab rat.. A human this time. "


Vincent took a step back and tried to ague " But sir, the chimera project is still-"


Cutting Vincent off Dor spoke over him- "Still largely untested..exactly!"


Lowering his head in obediance, Vincent could only agree " Yes.. Master Dor.."


Back in the alley The dog waited for the second for him to drop the bones.


The very second his hit the ground, she ravaged them with all her strength.


Just as she was stripping the last of the meat from the bones Dasher could hear one of the chefs shout " How long does it take to throw out trash? we got a customer waiting. Come On! "

 

[Poptart]

Shit, he cursed under his breath. "I'll bring you some more leftovers if you're still here tonight" he called to the weary dog over his shoulder. He suddenly realized why this dog had the ability to tug on his heartstrings. She's just like me, he thought, just barely getting by. "Sorry about that, sir.", he answered his boss with a scowl.

 

[viska]

As the light from the door began to shut, the dog did nothing but stare longingly into the restaurant


When the alley lay dark again, she simply laid down in the same place she was before.


"Whats-sa-matta with you? It don't take that long for a simple chore. You been taken smoke brakes again eh?" Dasher's boss scolded.


He then took a small cup of coffee on a fine dish and handed it to Dasher.


The expensive cup, the elaborately painted plate, the fact that the coffee smelled drinkable for once..


All these things were very out of character for him.


Straightening dasher's apron, his boss ordered him " We have an extremely important guest today.. Give him this coffee, looking him in the eyes and for Christ sake try not to mess this up.


In the dining area sat a well dressed man all alone.


The restaurant was winding down, but still had plenty of guests, but now it was just this man.


The man took a long drag from his cigarette before looking towards the kitchen.


Dasher's boss froze for a moment seemingly talking to himself- "Vincent?! I didn't know it would be him coming.."


Shoving Dasher through the kitchen's doors his said " Maria left sick, it's just us, go go go! "


Actually bowing as he walked backwards through the doors Dasher's boss had effectively fed him to the wolfs.

 

[Poptart]

Dasher hated ass-kissing. "This is a non-smoking facility", he said to the man with a blank face. He sat down the tiny porcelain teacup a little too forcefully. A drop of coffee splattered out onto the white tablecloth. Shit, that's gonna come out of my paycheck.

 

[viska]

Vincent looked up from his phone at Dasher, putting it away as he locked eyes with him.


Taking one final drag from his cigarette, he snuffed it on the hand painted plate.


"You got guts kid.." He remarked, smoke venting from his mouth as he spoke. " Just try to make sure they don't end up all over the pavement."


Taking a sip of his coffee, he never broke eye contact until he spoke again. " You this boss of yours?.. Real names Gnochi. Spineless little chicken shit."


Motioning his hand like a gun Vincent pretended to shoot the door Dasher boss was hiding behind. " You should ask the worm how the kids in Sicily are doing"


He took one final sip of coffee before standing and continuing- "But you, you got some fire in your eyes.. I've gotten pretty good at picking it out."


Digging in his suit pocket he pulled out a white business card, saying- " If you ever want to make real money, and get yourself out of this gutter.. Give me a call."


As he started for the door he had one last cryptic recommendation- " Oh, and don't get too comfortable here.. some times, jobs just...go up in smoke."

 

[Poptart]

What the hell was I thinking? Dasher knew he had an authority problem. He couldn't stand being talked down to (it was the way his parents always treated him, but that was behind him now). But this man...he had given him a complement. He had looked him in the eyes as if he were an equal man. He looked closely at the business card. There wasn't much information on it; he couldn't tell what type of business it was even for. But, there was a phone number. He pulled out his beat-up cell phone, entered the number into his contacts. Pssh, my job won't go up in smoke, I didn't ruin anything just now, even though Boss thought I would.

 

[viska]

Just as a sleek black Jaguar picked up Vincent the sounds of a dog barking from the alley could be heard.


It sounded fierce, like the dog was barking at an intruder.


Suddenly, deep thump and a sharp yelp could be heard from the alley.


followed by a strangers voice yelling- "Gnochi, Dor sends his regards! He wishes to tell you your debt will be payed today!"


Before there was even time to process what was going on an explosion rang out from the kitchen.

 

[Poptart]

Dasher ran into the kitchen. He saw his boss lying on the floor underneath a pile of rubble. A bomb? What is this, a 1920's mafia war? He checked for a pulse...just barely, but it was still there. He snatched up his phone and dialed 911. Just then, he recalled the cringe-worthy wails of that dog. He rushed out into the heat to check on her. Please be okay, he begged the universe. He didn't know why he was so concerned. Maybe with all the crazy shit happening today, he needed something to focus in on. Dogs make more sense than humans.

 

[viska]

The Alley began to fill with smoke, the air with the sounds of screams and sirens.


The fire began to spread throughout the restaurant as first res-ponders could be heard gathering outside.


Amid all the noise and panic, the sound of a distant whine could be heard from under a pile of loose debris.


The dog was alive, but hurt and in distress.


She had loyally waited the entire time.


A few miles away Vincent watched the smoke rise as he was driven back to his home.


"This should give him a reason to seek....other employment." He muttered to himself as he fidgeted with vile of a strange gold liquid.

 

[Poptart]

Jesus Christ....Dasher sprinted to the dog, used all his muscle to throw the debris off her. Good thing he didn't squirm at the sight of blood- there was a lot of it. It pooled beneath her, matting up her hair. He didn't know where the urgent care center for animals was. Hell, he didn't even know if this town had one. He considered his options, coming up blank. He couldn't treat this dog himself...could he? He gingerly picked up the large dog and carried her like a sleeping baby to his beat-up mustang. He laid her carefully in the backseat after knocking some trash into the floorboard. The dog started whining again. "Shh..You're going home with me. Everything's gonna be alright. I'm gonna take care of you." He hoped he was right. He hoped it wasn't too late for her.

 

[viska]

The poor and nameless dog raised her weak head to lick Dasher's hand before he got into the driver's seat.


She could be seen watching him in the rear view mirror with pained eyes.


It was strange, this dog seemed to be acting brave for Dasher's sake.


Serendipity had brought him to her, and she seemed instantly obedient to him.


When she noticed him looking back at her, she wagged her tail a few times, as if she was smiling back at him.


Weak from loss of blood, she lowered her head and fell asleep.


The situation was becoming worse with fire police, and now news crews starting to flood the already congested streets.


The time came to make the choice; flee the scene and try to save this stray, or wait and testify to the police about what happened.

 

[Poptart]

For Dasher, this was an easy choice. No way was he waiting around to be badgered by police and news crews for God knows how long. But the street was blocked. Looks like I won't be able to drive out of here after all. Unless...He glanced over to a Harley Davidson in the parking lot. His clunky car my not fit through the crowd, but a motorcycle would. He knew he had to be quick about it. He hoped he remembered how to hot-wire a vehicle..He picked the unconscious dog back up. I'm sorry to keep jostling you around...


He placed her in the sidecar and began fumbling around with the motorcycle, hoping he could do this even though he didn't have the proper tools on him.

 

[viska]

The bike sputtered and popped but wouldn't come to life.


No matter how he tried, the motorcycle just wouldn't start up.


Suddenly he could hear the voice of a police officer calling out to him


"Hey! you there.. come over here!" He shouted in a demanding tone as he approached them.


This was terrible; the police would hold him up for hours, and this poor creature looked like she only had a few left in her.


Just as all hope seemed lost, the stray opened her eyes ever so slightly.


through the small gaps her eyes could be seen, but there was only a glowing gold color within them.


There was no pupil or iris, and it seemed to glow with an unnatural light.


Could this be real? or some stress induced hallucination.


Suddenly the bike roared to life and lurched forward as if to announce it was ready.


The dog slumped deeper into the side car, again unresponsive, and very still.

 

[Poptart]

He had no time to contemplate this strange phenomenon. He jumped onto the bike and gunned it. He left the policeman sputtering in the exhaust fumes. I hope he doesn't follow me...what have I gotten myself into?





In just a few blocks, he arrived at his home (apartment building, rather). It was so dilapidated, it resembled a slumped-over old man. He knew animals weren't allowed inside. But how could this dog really make the carpet (and the smell) any worse than it already was? The only dilemma was getting the dog into his apartment without anyone noticing. He left the motorcycle parked in the lot across the street, hoping that the "borrowing" of it wouldn't be traced back to him. He cradled the dog in his arms and headed for the building's emergency exit. He figured if he entered through there, he may not run into anyone.

 

[viska]

As he began to bring her inside she breathing began to become more shallow, and she was getting cold.


It was clear that she wouldn't last long in her current state.


To make matters worse the sound of the drunken slum lord could be heard down the hall.


On the other side of the building a sleek black jaguar pulled into the lot.


Vincent got out from the back seat, pocketing the vile of gold liquid.


"What a dump." he commented to himself as he adjusted his jacket. " Keep the car running, and try not to get jacked by a crack fiend."


He joked to the driver before closing the door.


As he walked towards the building Lenny the local meth addict approached Vincent shouting - "Hey man, nice suit... you, you wanna buy some DVDs?"


Vincent looked at him with a puzzled disgust before Lenny explained " Come on man.. I need to make some money fast. I got some good shit. barely legal. even better stuff if your not a cop"


Vincent sneered in disgust as his lit a cigarette and replayed "Piss off, I got business inside."


This was a different, crueler side to Vincent then the almost fatherly man at the restaurant.


Lenny then pulled a crude shank of a knife from his pocket and demanded -" Look man, I need some damn cash! Now gimmie your wallet pretty boy!"


Vincent didn't even flinch, he slapped Lenny across the face like a dissonant child, and drew a gun from his coat.


Pressing the barrel into Lenny's chin Vincent spoke in an angry hush- " ever head the indium never bring a knife to a gun fight?"


Sweating bullets of fear and withdrawals, Lenny couldn't articulate a single word.


But he didn't need to, as Vincent back handed him to the ground with his gun hand , and walked into the building.


As the sound of the slum lord got closer and closer, his drunken ramblings were suddenly stopped by a familiar voice.


"You know where this kid lives?"


The slum lord replied " Dasher? that punk ass brat.. what's he got into this time?"


The voice replied " Gotten into? Not at all, I'm actually here to give him some information on a job opportunity."


The slum lord laughed before mocking " A job? that's a good one. The day he gets a real job is the day I give up drinking.. come on, I was headed that way anyway."


The voice sounded strangely kind and patient for the situation, replying " If it's all right with you Id'e prefer to talk to him in privet."


The slum lord bellowed " No way in Hell. that punk owes me two months rent, I'm gonna wring it out of him right now before I sober up."


The voice Sighed in frustration and said something strange- " here, take this.. it should cover his expenses and then some."


The slum lord coughed and sputtered, the old drunk obviously was mid drink before seeing something surprising.


" I don't know why you'd pay the runts rent for a whole damn year, but I don't care as long as I get my money.. it's 106, you can wait there till he gets off work."


((sorry for the long post but I got on a bit of a roll))

 

[Poptart]

Dasher opened the door as silently as he could manage, and held it open with his foot as he carried the weak dog across the threshold. He had no choice but to let the door slam behind him and pray no one heard it. The first thing he heard was Dave, the perpetually drunk landlord, on one of his infamous tirades. That or he was just talking too loud. It was always heard to tell. At least he's not chewing ME out this time...and he's distracted for now.





After climbing four flights of stairs, his joints were aching. He had a stop to catch his breath. Almost there. You got this. He exited the stairwell and headed for room 106. When he rounded the last corner, all he noticed was a figure standing in front of his door, and in a rush of surprise, he dropped the dog in an attempt to hold up his hands as if saying "This isn't what it looks like!". He immediately scrambled to the dogs side. oh god oh god oh god!?!


Wait a sec....he did a double-take. This figure- this man- was the same man he'd waited on in the restaurant! Shit...is he here to blame me for what happened? Maybe he's an undercover cop. I can't go to jail. No. This is never the life I wanted for myself. He realized he hadn't spoken yet. Feeling like a huge idiot, he ventured to ask "Am I in some sort of trouble?".


(no problem, I liked it! )

 

[viska]

Vincent lit a cigarette and chuckled in his throat.


"I would say your old boss Gnochi was the one in trouble.. You on the other hand were simply in the wrong place at the wrong time."


Cracking a smile as he blew smoke, Vincent's eyes were cold and distant.


It was as if he knew everything that happened, but didn't care.


Dasher of course couldn't know just how right this assumption was.


Looking down at the the two of them he saw the wounded dog and exclaimed " Christ! what happened to her?"


For once he was showing signs of emotion and genuine concern.


even to the point of dropping his cigarette from his mouth.


" I have something very important to talk to you about, but we need to get her inside now!"


Once inside, Vincent rushed to take off his coat and roll up his sleeves.


Working with the primitive tools of a first aid kit that Dasher had in his bathroom, Vincent worked with the skills of a trained veterinarian.


As his coat hung over a shaky old stool the but of a hand gun could be seen from the breast pocket.


Just who was this guy, and what was he involved in?

 

[Poptart]

This mystery man...how did his eyes transition from cold to caring in a millisecond? Dasher's stomach had this unsettled feeling for reasons he couldn't quite understand. After directing the stranger to the first aid kit, there wasn't much he could do but sit back and watch in awe as his kitchen counter became an impromptu surgical table. The man's hands were agile, and he worked with an almost other-wordly precision. The sight and metallic smell of the blood didn't seem to bother him in the least. Dasher took a seat a few feet away and allowed him to work his magic. He somehow had unwavering faith that this man could save the poor creature. He looked to be the epitome of the competent type.

 

[viska]

Working with unwavering focus even to the point of chewing a raw cigarette to act as a poultice Vincent worked.


Sweat soaked the back of his silk shirt, and quiet cursing could be heard with each new injury he found.


He checked the dogs eyes and let out a sad sigh - " I knew it was you Abby.." he said under his breath.


resting his hands on the table he raised his voice and spoke in a very serious tone.- " I can save her.. But if I do, your life is never going to be the same."


He tuned abruptly and spoke in an even sterner voice " Im not talking about shitting the rug, if I do this neither you or Abby will ever be the same."


At that point the dog whined in pain, drawing Vincent's attention back to her, his eyes, almost tearing up with concern.


Lowering his head he calmed down and reiterated in a softer voice- " There is no time to think about this... If you agree, get the vile and syringe out of my coat."


The coat hung ominously in the background the butt of the gun glinting in the now fading light of the window.

 

[Poptart]

Had that man...just whispered something to the dog? Where was this concern coming from? Dasher cared about the dog too, but this was something more...Maybe the guy's an animal rights activist.





Dasher walked across the cracked tile to the man's coat. Sure enough, there was a vile and a syringe in its pocket. Who just carries this type of stuff around? This all seemed a little too convenient. "Explain yourself first", he barked confidently, "What exactly is this going to do?". He didn't know whether to be trusting or not. The dog's life was in this man's hands, but this liquid looked ominous..