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Post by ★Ryuujin★ on Mar 4, 2010 13:27:37 GMT -5
"Now then, who volunteers to go first?"
Now, at that moment, Kanou knew instantly that he wouldn’t want to go first. Tzila’s game seemed to be one of making each dog that went after better than the first, and his sense of pride wouldn’t let them all be better. Besides, he was a gambler, he loved to take his gambles, and today, well, let’s just say he was feeling lucky.
Ayase on the other hand, was starting to doubt himself. There were three dogs here that he knew for certain were better than him at this, and if he went after more than two dogs well, he was screwed. With a sigh if defeat, He cleared his throat. “I will.” Despite doubting himself, his voice was confident as his blue eyes trailed down to the bird he had caught earlier. Picking it up gently, he padded over to kanou and set it down before the older dog. Kanou nodded, understanding what the shepherd was asking as he padded around him.
Dear lord almighty, or whatever the humans said, what the hell would Ayase steal? He didn’t want to be stupid, he definitely wanted to live, and he didn’t want to worry Kanou too much. Not only that, but he didn’t want to steal something so insignificant that he would completely make a fool out of himself either.
So, what could he do?
Raising his maw, Ayase closed his eyes and sniffed. Scents of all sorts waved past his sensitive organ, some delicious, some more foul. And there. He would steal that. Opening his eyes, Ayase peered around the corner at one of the many popular Tokyo vendors. What was he selling? All sorts of delicacy meats. They smelled amazing, but the crowd did not. Huddled around the vendor was a good group of maybe 15 people, all waiting to purchase something to eat.
Laying his ears back in thought, he huffed. He would have to be quite, and extremely careful if he didn’t want to be caught, and quite frankly, he didn’t. Studying the cart, his eyes caught sight of a strand of delicious smelling sausages hanging down close to the ground. Yes, that. It wasn’t much, but perhaps getting past the group would mean enough to the others that the specialty of the item didn’t. Then again, what dog didn’t like food?
Padding forward gently, Ayase hunkered low to the ground, creeping along. How could he do this? Thievery wasn’t all about sneaking in and just taking, it took tact. Stopping next to a bench, he looked through the crowd for an opening, and to his surprise, he found something better. Toward the front, stood a young lady with several dogs at her heels – a dog walker. Perhaps it wouldn’t be too hard to sneak in after all. Skillfully, Ayase made his way to the lady, and sat patiently next to the other dogs, moving when they moved, stopping when they stopped.
Then, he was there. Right in front of his maw, was the strand of sausage he sought for his “mission”. Looking up, he saw the vendor was busy talking to the woman, and he took his chance. In an instant, the sausages were in his maw, draped like a necklace around his neck, and he was taking off, back toward the alley. Behind him, he heard the annoyed yells of the vendor, but he wasn’t pursued, as he was too busy dealing with other customers.
He did it! Ayase beemed as he slid around the corner, laughing. What a rush! Ayase couldn’t believe that he actually enjoyed that! Padding next to Kanou, Ayase dropped the sausage link in his mouth, now proudly displaying his spoils like a collar. “It ain’t much…” He looked down at the meats, taking one into his maw before severing it from the rest and eating it. “But there ya go.” He confirmed his turns end with a lick of his maw.
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Post by Klomonx on Mar 6, 2010 19:08:10 GMT -5
"No rules. You may steal any way you want, and put yourself through whatever kind of danger you wish. That means its completely up to you if you want to run head first into cars. A mere stealing game I suppose. It will be simple. We'll rotate on things to steal. The first dog will start with whatever they wish to thieve, and then the next dog will have to take something of higher value and of greater danger and or challenge to get. Make sense? Again, you can do this any way you want. Holding to 'tradition' matters not in this game, though, if you want to use it, whatever it is, by all means, do it, Now then, who volunteers to go first?"
Bandit rolled the thought over in his mind. It was certainly easy enough. But he wasn't about to go first, he had to decide on what he wished to steal. What would these other dogs consider 'of higher value'? To Bandit, it meant breaking into the nearest museum and taking some sort of gem without having your neck snapped by a guard-whether it be human or canine. Of course, if 'of higher value' meant food, it would be harder, as how could Bandit tell the quality of food, after all? He had no sense of smell and what he might consider 'of high value' in that area could be considered lower to them. 'All in good time, then.' Bandit thought, 'if they aren't satisfied with what I decide to catch, then so be it.'
Bandit also caught some hint in insult in Tzila's words. 'As if tradition means nothing?' The more he listened to her rant and rave about being a master, the more disgusted he had become. At least, for now. For Bandit tradition was right up there with the artistry of the thieving game. Tzila was certainly not with the traditional sorts of Bandit's kind, and he decided to shrug off any insult to his ways for now. After all, if she proved she was able-then what had he to fear? Bandit knew that thieving was the way of life for most city-dogs, and he had learned to live with it, as he would now.
“I will.”
Bandit's ears flicked as he broke out of his thoughts and watched as Ayase volunteered to go first. 'Good for him,' Bandit thought. After all, it may have resulted in he being the one to go first, and even though Bandit would set his standards for his catch rather high, that simply meant that another one of the fellow dogs with him would have to out-do him. Going first meant there was no true way you could win. Bandit watched as Ayase walked out, and curious, Bandit watched what Ayase did with a critical eye.
Bandit chuckled as Ayase took an easy route, hiding among a human's other dogs. Of course, the sausage was easy to take, but Bandit found it all rather amateur. It wasn't that he wouldn't have done the same-it was easy, after all-but in this competition of sorts being easy wasn't what Bandit was going to do, if fate allowed it. 'I'll set my sights to a gem.' Bandit thought, 'if not from a museum, from a human.' Bandit had often seen wedding rings on humans, and the general rule about those things was the bigger the gem the more expensive it was. And of course, Bandit would have to challenge himself. Still, Bandit decided to wait to pull his thoughts into words, and his words into actions. Not yet, was he going to announce his plan.
“It ain’t much…But there ya go.”
"Well done, Ayase." Bandit growled, "if it weren't for you we probably wouldn't have been able to decide who goes first." Bandit had the feeling that between Tzila, Tiger, and himself, there would be something over a fight of who goes and in what order. Bandit would go when he found there was no one else who wished to go, but he wasn't about to volunteer and sacrifice his chance of winning so easily.
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Post by Kana on Mar 6, 2010 20:56:51 GMT -5
-Dear You
The neon lizard grinned at Ayase, the happy aura around the dog making him want to... well... hack up that fish he just ate. At least the kid agreed to go first. "Hope he ain't to 'portant to ya. 'Appy an' all, but da streets ain't much a place for smiles. Heh, 'mazin' I'm still 'live." Geko's ever slyly, grinning face popped around the alley end to watch the kid work his way towards his goal. Shockingly the kid was able to get in, grab the sasauges, and get out without being noticed. Geko chuckled at Ayase, "Good hit kid. Ya might 'ave a future in the business. I'll go next, can feel muh hocks lockin' up." In short, he was getting bored of standing around. Plus, he highly doubted there would only be one round, if so... well he didn't care about being called the master thief. So long as the dice rolled in his favor.
Geko trotted out of the alley, crossing the street without a pause in his step. Geko turned at a door and sat in front of the small grocery store. He kept his head low and tail wagging lightly, as if his owner were inside. Each person who left got a careful silver eye's attention. After the third person Geko pounced, ripping the bag from the human's grip while keeping the fragile plastic bag intact. The sleek dingo mix all but disappeared into the crowd, passing the alley, the human woman chasing after him screaming as bad as any man. For a moment it seemed as if Geko had left the group, but he showed up at the lip of the alley on the opposite side that he'd run. "Hehe, lost her round the second corner." He trotted over to the group and gently released the bag.
In side the bag was a pouch of ground beef, a head of cabbage, a candy bar, and a case of eggs. "Bibilava migh' like da eggs." After all, many snakes ate bird's eggs, right? With his task completed Geko picked up the candy bar and entertained himself by balancing it on the tip of his nose, eyelids closed over his silver eyes.
-Sincerely Geko
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Post by shadow on Mar 10, 2010 11:23:48 GMT -5
"Bibilava migh' like da eggs," Geko said.
Tzila sniffed them for a few moments, but snorted in disgust, "Do I look like a snake to you?" she asked, unaware of how accurate her remark was to the situation at hand. "The only eggs I eat are cooked ones I can steal. The shells will make me choke. I'm not that stupid Geko...." Tzila trailed off, her tail twitching in discontempt. She stared around the alleyway idly, waiting for someone else to volunteer to go next. Her eyes landed on Kanou for a few moments, her eyes daring him to go, but before he could say anything, another, much more annoying voice spoke up:
"I'll go!" Tiger exclaimed. Tzila groaned inwardly and rolled her eyes, wondering what pathetic thing this pup would try to accomplish. In any case, Tzila knew the whole ordeal would be amusing. "And for my steal, I'll need one volunteer. Ayase?"
"Eh?" Tzila exclaimed, taken aback. "You can't ask for he--"
"You said no rules Tzila, or are you not a female of your words. In which case those eggs would surly be fitting for you, as only snakes are that devious." Tiger replied cooly. Tzila let out a snarl, but grudgingly let him do as he pleased. He was right after all; she did so "no rules." Tiger trotted over to Ayase and poked him with his nose, "Come on Ayase, I know you can help me with this. You're a fast dog."
Tiger lead the Shepherd across the street, careful to avoid any cars, and stopped in front of a restaurant, "Okay," he whispered. "Here's what you're gonna do. Your strength is you speed, so you'll have to run in and distract the chefs. Just run through the kitchen and out the back door. I'll steal something while they're preoccupied, alright?"
((OOC: Phantom, you can bunny Tiger for your next post))
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Post by ★Ryuujin★ on Mar 16, 2010 12:49:51 GMT -5
"Good hit kid. Ya might 'ave a future in the business. I'll go next, can feel muh hocks lockin' up."
The shepherd wagged his tail softly at the compliments he received. It was his first real steal, maybe it wasn’t so small after all. With more practice, he could really learn, as Gecko had said, and he could help provide for a good life for him and Kanou in the city! Yes, it was perfect! Ayase beamed at the idea, licking his maw.
"Well done, Ayase."
Laying down, Ayase quietly ate his stolen meal, still proud of his performance and ideas. Looking up at Kanou, he offered the large canine a couple links. Accepting them with a smile, Kanou quickly devoured his, the links small compared to his size. But however small they were, they tasted amazing. Licking his maw, Kanou absentmindedly listened to the exchange between Gecko and Tzila, smiling softly as Gecko made his way away from the group. Well, you are sly. But that would make you a fox, not a snake.
Watching Gecko come back, Ayase wagged his tail again, catching the scents of what he had stolen. The shepherd liked this strange, lizard-like dog, he seemed friendly enough, and he had a sense of humor. That was good, right? Giggling softly as Gecko balanced the candy bar, Ayase stretched out, flexing his paws on the hard concrete.
But now, it was time for the next to go. Two had gone already, four were left. Kanou knew he would be fine, as long as he didn’t go last – as he had no clue what he could do to match up bandit, seeing as the dog has more experience than he himself. But it was all a gamble, and once again, Kanou was feeling lucky. Red eyes met Tzila’s as she looked at him, her eyes daring him to go. Beginning to cave, Kanou opened his maw, but was quickly interrupted by a rather interesting surprise.
"And for my steal, I'll need one volunteer. Ayase?"
Oh. No. Again? Laying his ears back, Kanou bit back a growl. Ayase was a big dog, it wasn’t up to him what the shepherd could or would do, Ayase had to decide this himself. Looking down at the shepherd, he found his look was already returned before the shepherd nodded. Standing up, Ayase handed Kanou the rest of the sausages and padded next to Tiger, nodding to his friend. “Alright. Let’s do it!”
They quickly made their way across the street to a local diner. Stopping before it, Ayase took a long look up and down the building. It wasn’t as tall as the others, but it was big enough in its own right.
"Here's what you're gonna do. Your strength is you speed, so you'll have to run in and distract the chefs. Just run through the kitchen and out the back door. I'll steal something while they're preoccupied, alright?"
Nodding once again, Ayase made his way to the window and put his paws on the sill, looking inside. There were a few full tables of customers and waiters busied themselves to serve them – it was your typical three star restaurant, or so the humans said. But he wasn’t focused on the people, it was the double swinging doors in the back that caught his eye. That would be his goal, and to be successful, they both had to be quick. Pushing away from the window, Ayase looked at tiger, “Alright, there’s a group of humans leaving now, we’ll run in the door once they open it. Enter soon after I do.”
It was a simple enough plan, but the question was, would it work? They could only hope. The creaking sound of a door opening drew Ayase’s attention back to the diner and he bolted. Barking loudly, the humans at the door parted, yelping in surprise as Ayase dashed into the diner, barking loudly. Waiters dived for him, Ayase dodged. Customers grabbed at him, only to fail, children laughed, employees swore, tables fell and crashed over – all the while, Ayase laughed. This was fun, actually! Better than messing with the old lady earlier!
It was then that a waiter leaped for him, slipped on some iced water on the floor, and crashed into a wheeled serving table. Sliding forward, he slammed into the doors into the kitchen, the table wedging itself between the doors. Dashing forward, Ayase leaped through the top and bottom shelves into the kitchen. Cooks swore, leaped for him and threw pots, pans and cooking utensils at him. With a quick glance behind him, Ayase saw Tiger carefully make his way into the diner, the humans too preoccupied on him to notice his friend.
Good.
Leaping on top of a table, Ayase leaped up again onto the top rack of a storage unit, leaping from unit to unit. Swearing loudly, the chefs quickly chased him, following him back to the fridge. Leaping down, he slid into the large appliance, the chefs still after him. One tripped on a fallen spatula and the others fell on top of him, all of them sliding into the fridge. Laughing still, Ayase cleared them all in one jump, landing outside of the fridge, and quickly moved his paw behind the metal door, slamming it shut.
Giggling madly, he padded back to the middle of the kitchen as tiger padded in. “Take what you need, the back door is over there.” He pointed to the metal door on the other side of the griddles. I’ll keep the rest away from you.” Padding back into the dining room, Ayase began to bark again, the waiters chasing him once again as he darted out of the door, leaving several confused and unhappy customers behind, their children crying from laughing so hard.
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Post by Klomonx on Mar 21, 2010 14:12:49 GMT -5
"And for my steal, I'll need one volunteer. Ayase?" “Alright. Let’s do it!” "Here's what you're gonna do. Your strength is you speed, so you'll have to run in and distract the chefs. Just run through the kitchen and out the back door. I'll steal something while they're preoccupied, alright?"
Bandit's ears flicked. 'So, he's enlisting help.' Bandit had been a distraction many times with his owner. When all else failed, his owner could rely on Bandit to get the job done. Bandit had also used his owner as a distractions a few times, the jobs they held switching from heist to heist. It wasn't that Bandit felt that such a thing was not an unwise choice, but Bandit wasn't about to trust another to help him steal. It also made the heist easier, which Bandit didn't really approve of. Then again, it was a key tactic that had to be used in more secure and dangerous areas. But a restaurant? Bandit didn't see them as being nearly as difficult to steal from as Tiger seemed to assume them to be.
Bandit kept his eye focused on the restaurant as he heard various shouts, swears, falling objects, barking, and just about anything else that could have been heard. 'If this was about how much noise you can make in a theft, they've surely won. With all the tension the humans have now, its going to be only that harder to steal. They need to learn to make less noise.' Bandit thought, criticizing how Tiger and Ayase did their parts. Bandit's mind then moved back to the slightly harder question at hand. The question being, what was Tiger going to take? Bandit began to wander about this. Food seemed to be the running trend in this game, which made Bandit begin to rethink the object he was supposed to steal. As he thought about this, another fact dawned on him. 'Kanou, Tzila, and myself are left.' This amused him, who was going to have to wait until last? Bandit knew that whoever went last had an advantage, which meant it would be fairly hard to convince another-especially one of the like of Tzila-to go before last. Bandit knew however, if he played his cards right, he could easily, outshine Tzila if he picked the right object, and right amount of difficulty.
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Post by Kana on Mar 21, 2010 14:28:18 GMT -5
-Dear You
Geko cocked an eyebrow at Tiger as he asked for his friend's help. The dingo mix snickered to himself, knowing good and well if he'd enlisted help they would only come back out the other side of the con or theft on their own power. When he worked with others it was strictly pons in his game. Tiger would one day learn using a friend was a bad idea. Though you could trust them, if you valued them then you left your heart out in the open. Cons and thefts could go down in a million completely different ways and you had to be able to work your way out of every possible way. Add in someone you're trying to keep safe and alive and the number of those million situations you can get out of drops considerably. It was simply not wise if you gave a crap about your life.
"Hehe, whatta bunch'a greenhorns." Geko snickered to himself, but outloud. He lower his narrow muzzle to rip open the pouch of ground beef. He then nudged open the case of eggs and grabbed one gently in his teeth. Geko crushed the egg over the beef and tossed what of the shells remained in his grasp. He repeated it with one more egg before digging in, horking down the mix quickly. To survive you needed energy, eggs and meats were possible the best way to get those. You also couldn't take your time eating on the streets, there was always the chance it could get stolen or that something could interupt you. A few days without a suitable meal and YOU were a meal. Once he was finished he looked curiously over at the building. "Sounds like ya love's raisin' hell in there Kanou." Geko grinned widely at Kanou, for as excentric as Geko seemed he was quite keen. For the big lug's sake he hoped Tiger wasn't like him and that there weren't any humans with a good swing or shot working there. He himself had come close to getting his head chopped off by a machette one time. Then there was the time with the shotgun. Can't forget two times with a police tazer. A lots of sticks and even a fishing pole one time. Geko scowled, he needed to re-evaluate his life.
-Sincerely Geko
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Post by shadow on Apr 6, 2010 11:09:34 GMT -5
Tiger panted as he watched Ayase run out the door with a mob of chefs and waiters chasing after him. His tail wagged as he suppressed a howl of laughter. Despite the fact that the coydog had not been on the streets in a long time, the fun of stealing from humans was as easy and fresh as ever. At last, the striped dog turned around and scouted the kitchen at his leisure. What looked to be the most expensive thing being cooked? His eyes landed on a fancy looking desert in an open oven. A cake of some sort. Beautiful.
Wagging his tail with excitement, Tiger made his way to the sweet treat and gripped the metal sheet it was on firmly with his teeth. It was hot, and burned his lips, but Tiger was more concerned about getting the heck out of there with at least something so that Tzila would be pissed off. He knew that just him succeeding was enough to make her explode with rage... or at least it was like that from what he remembered.
"Hey! There's another mutt in here!" someone shouted, breaking Tiger's thoughts completely. The young coydog turned around, eyes widened at the Su-chef who was holding a pizza roller.
"Crap," White Tiger whined as the man came rushing at him. Without stopping to think, Tiger ran with the cake in his maw towards the window. Making a jump for the glass, he broke right through it causing shards of the clear refined sand to nick at his skin and get stuck in the desert. Regardless, Tiger was determined to make it out and back to Tzila. His pride would not let him fail, and so the moment he landed on the ground, he ran back towards the alleyway, the Su-chef yelling profanities at him.
He made it to the group of dogs, and dropped the cake in front of Tzila, "There's your damn steal."
Tzila sniffed the cake skeptically, "It's chocolate you dunce. We can't eat it, making it entirely useless to a dog. Unless you were trying to poison someone."
Tiger stared at Tzila, rage building in his chest at her insults. He'd nearly been pummeled by a human to play her damn game, and she wouldn't even acknowledge him? Oh, he'd show her. Now, Tiger wasn't the smartest dog in the world, because he was still just a pup for the most part, so what he did next could easily be explained by his naiveness....
He turned around and ran back out the alley and towards the restaurant. He barked and howled several times until the Su-chef and his giant pizza roller came out, and then, smirking, he turned back around and went to the alley.
"You damn mutts!" the man yelled, swinging his pizza roller like a club.
"Damn mutts is right," Tiger muttered to himself. "Just go after Tzila too and it will all be worth it."
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