Common Sense? [Open]

[Kari Muffin]

Bailee was trying not to think about the help she had provided at her associates clinic. She felt dirtier than usual, and she really wasn't uptight when it came to morals. In the end, it didn't really matter anyway. All the patients were dead.

And everything was a mess. Still.

She found herself staring at the door to her friends clinic. She wiggled the knob.

Funny. He wasn't supposed to be out. Bailee glanced around the street. It was late enough that most people were either in bed or in bars, which meant the street was fairly empty. Her nose wrinkled a before she pressed her face against the glass part of the door to see if anyone was inside.

She could see the faint outlined of the canine on one of the beds.

She knocked, loudly. He didn't move a muscle.

A growl escaped her. The bastard hadn't given her the key because he was going to let her in, now he was out like a light on one of the cots and she had nowhere to go. She had just stepped out to pick up his bloody groceries and this was the thanks she got.

With an irritated snort the canine poked around for a lose cobble stone, which she managed to acquire after five minutes of pawing around. Picking it up in her mouth she gave it a toss towards the glass window in the door. It shattered with an ear splitting crash. Though she highly doubted that her friend would wake up at the sound of that.

Though in hindsight she should have checked if anyone else was around. This didn't exactly look good.

[Lauryn de Vampyre]

Bristol had been wandering the streets for days now, or had it been weeks? He wasn't sure. After the day he was born and he saw the ripped open carcass of his Mother the Cards he had been with eventually began to separate; heading back to whatever or whoever they called home. Unfortunately for him, he had neither. If he had any idea of where the Tiger, his Mother, had been living, at least then he'd have a roof over his head. But still, no job meant no money. No money meant no food.

So Bristol, the Tiger/Chameleon Mix, had been late night dumpster diving when he heard a loud crash. It sounded like shattering glass and piqued the young man's interest. Activating his color-blending chameleon ability, he stalked along the wall of the alley he'd been in and very slowly peered his head down the street.

Frowning, he saw a blue-colored Corvie breaking into one of the labs around here. Or was that one of the clinics? Same difference to him.

He watched the Canine look around, as though searching for people that might have witness its break in. Bristol warred with his own conscience. This wasn't the behavior of someone who the place belonged to, but rather a burglar breaking in to steel goods and cash. The Mix's tongue flicked quickly from between his lips; a nervous gesture. Should he.... should he do something? It just wasn't right, what that person was doing and it wasn't like he anything but his life to lose at this point.

Still attempting to cloak his colors to match the wall of the building, Bristol crept up as quietly as he could manage until he was a few feet from the Corvie.

"Excuse me," he said, trying to sound very sure of himself, "But I don't think you should be doing that." His fully functional eye spots swiveled around, making sure there wasn't anyone trying to sneak up behind him.

((Still trying to figure out his voice, so bear with me. XD ))

[Kari Muffin]

A surprised yip escaped Bailee when she was being addressed. Apparently she hadn't been looking hard enough for someone. Looking terribly embarrassed the canine looked around for the source of the voice.

What an odd young man.

"I wouldn't be doing it if Jacob hadn't locked me out of the bloody clinic," she said after a moment of staring at mix breed. She bobbed her head towards the groceries that were tied around her back. "I went out to pick these up for him, and he said that he would leave the door open but he didn't. I'm from out of town, and I honestly don't want to find a hotel at this time of night. Especially with a bag of groceries that need to be put in an icebox."

Bailee gave the boy a small smile before going to poke her head through the hole in the broken glass, avoiding the point bits. "Jacob! Seriously! Wake up!"

The man inside of the clinic stirred only briefly before curling into a tighter ball. The canine frowned as she pulled her head out of the clinic. Stupid heavy sleeper. She was actually going to have to angle the right way and try to unlock the door.

"Ah uh... sorry." She said as she turned back to the other card. "I'm Bailee. What's your name young man? It looks like I'm going to be out here for a little while."

[Lauryn de Vampyre]

((Forgot to put this in his first post:
Fancy Effect: This Card has now begun to emit a scent that is odorless, but chock-full of pheromones! They always smell good now, and, once a week, they are now able to cause Cards ranked 5 and under to find them painfully attractive by exuding a scent specifically tailored to them.))

Bristol felt a twinge of guilt at frightening the woman, but still.. caution first.

He looked at the bag of groceries about her neck and in through the hole in the door. What she was saying seemed to make sense to him and it did sound like she new the owner of this place. But there was no response when she called out to this Jacob person. Though, he could have sworn he did hear something rustling from the inside.

"I'm Bristol," he said awkwardly, nodding his head at the lady in respect. He was also thinking she could probably reach the inside door handle through the broken glass, but he still didn't know whether to trust her yet or not. Still, they weren't doing much good just sitting out here.

"If you want, I'll hold some of the groceries if you want to wrap an arm in one of the bags to keep yourself from getting cut if order to slip your arm through the door. Mind you, I'll be sticking around to talk to this Jacob person, just to make sure your story checks out. Though why anyone would make up a story about groceries and actually have them for a break in is beyond me," he rambled nervously, managing a smiling back at her.

[Kari Muffin]

Bristol. That was a nice name. She tapped her paws as she eyed the door for a moment. The young man continued to speak and her attention snapped back to him instantly. So he was willing to help her? Ha! Wonderful!

"Oh thank you! And yes, you can speak to Jacob. This is all his fault anyway." She said brightly as she wiggled the strap off of her neck. Taking it in her mouth she offered it the the mix breed before going to handle the situation with the door.

Standing on her hind legs She reached through the hole as carefully as she could. It took a few tries for her to actually get a grip on the thing. When it clicked open her tail wagged in victory.

Pushing the door open she glanced inside. Carefully she swept the glass away from the entrance. Wouldn't want anyone to step on that. "You can come in Bristol," she said before trotting over to the Corvie sleeping on the cot. Without much of a warning she slapped the man as hard as she possibly could.

He yelped in surprise and confusion, tumbling off of the bed.

"Hello Jacob."

"Hello Bailee... I didn't think you'd be back so soon." He said from the floor, he didn't seem to be planning on getting up.

"Groceries don't take hours," she said with a small shrug as she walked over to Bristol. "Thank you for holding those. Jacob, this is Bristol. He witnessed me breaking your window and wanted to have a chat with you about it."