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She had gone to her Vice first, revealing the news first to him for a level-headed plan... or some kind of plan that worked for both of them that didn't necessarily have to be level-headed. Some days she was grateful that one of her best friends was also her Vice, other days... well, they could disagree. Anyone could disagree.
A mild breeze blew into the broken windows of her den room that morning, tickling her fur and stirring her from a light dream with its touch. Amber eyes opened, focusing on a stained, scratched wall in front of her as she regained consciousness and remembered what needed to be done today.
Rising and padding down the stairs with vigilance and purpose, Daire headed straight for the cafeteria... though, while still on her way, she called her dogs with a busy howl, signalling them to meet her in the cafeteria. When the Boss reached the room, she went to her usual haunt and jumped up on the counter to look over the tops of the heads of her dogs. She paced a moment or two as they trickled in and found a seat somewhere in the room.
When there was a good number of Yardies in the room, someone asked from the back of the room, "Where ya been, Boss?"
Daire smirked, her tail wagging slowly behind her as it arched over her back in dominance. "That's actually a great question. I was away huntin' an' killin' a rat. Tha Dodgas' Boss, Chase. He dead. An' no, this ain't no bluff." She growled, looking around the room. There were excited whispers and surprised expressions on the dogs' faces. Daire didn't know why they were surprised. Did they not think that she could take him?
She had a few gashes and bites around on her body, but nothing as major as how she left Chase. "So," she barked, silencing everyone once more. "Tha Dodgas are gonna be pretty mad when they find their Boss, but... this is also a real good time ta do what we been gearin' up ta do all these months. We're gonna hit 'em hard, dogs. And we're gonna beat 'em, we're gonna take Kessir, an' we're gonna throw 'em outta their own home wit their tails between their legs. I'ma need ya guys ta start trainin'. Train hard, get ready for a big fight! Ya gonna need every ounce a' that trainin' 'cause I ain't takin' no loss ta no fuckin' Dodgas." Her amber gaze swept the room, finding the eyes of many dogs as it went. Her expression was serious, and perhaps it stilled the hearts of many it came into contact with.
"Stryka and I will be offerin' trainin', but anyone else that knows how ta fight real good, I'ma need ya ta spread tha wealth ta some a' these otha sorry sacks a shit that think they know how ta fight. We needa know how ta fight walkin' inta Kessir... so ya all needa train hard fa tha next few days. Class dismissed, bitches."
And with that, the dog jumped down from the countertop and began walking through the gathering of her gang. Had she been asked to train someone there and then, she probably would've led them to the courtyard afterwards to get started.
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OOC Notes: MANDATORY Meeting for Yardies! Call to arms! Waaaaar Tags: ALL YARDIES Date/Location: May 01 // Cafeteria in HV Asylum
This is a Mandatory Yardies Meeting Thread, so every character should post at least once! Slapped it all in one post because I usually fail at coming back in a timely manner, so there it is! Post your character's reaction to it, yell shit at Daire, whatever! c:
Ryder was asleep right now, she hadn't moved a muscle and normally she'd be up and about by now. The only that awoke her was the call of Daire, her eyes struggled to open. Glancing around the room she fought back a yawn but it quickly escaped causing her to wince a little as her jaw was tender. Ryder forced herself up from the ground. She grumbled, sighed and cursed her current state.
After a bit she struggled down from her bed in the old hospital like room and headed towards Daire. When she finally caught up and it took her a little extra effort, she kept to herself staying in the back and away from others. Ryder listened to everything she had to say, but she'd be of no use right now, still she stayed. Ryder had found a place to lay down and listen in, resting her head on her paws she just watched everyone.
Her eyes closed a little as just lay there with nothing but her own thoughts, which weren't much as she was still rather exhausted.
"BRING EM HELL, I love to tear into another rotten Dodger" Ryder glanced to the side, something she would have originally blurted out at the top of her lungs. Fired up, ready to strike, ready to do as ordered....a light huff escaped her as she rolled her eyes as well. This was shameful and that was another reason Ryder was sticking to the back.
Oh come on, what was this? Rya hated getting dragged to these things, forced to stand around with the other members of the gang. Honestly, they probably didn't like standing around with her either. It put them just a bit too close to biting range. Well, if she cared what they thought she would have asked them.
The bully lumbered into the room, not caring if she bumped into any of her gang mates. She moved towards the front, doing her level best to keep from favoring her bum leg. Yeah, they all knew it was there, but she wasn't going to gimp around advertising it. Not even here, where she could call home.
Fortunately, Daire was quick to speak, and her words made it entirely worthwhile to come. "Ey, that's our boss!" she exclaimed joyfully. "You give it to 'em!" She was honestly delighted by this turn of events. Typically, she would have bitched about having to teach some numbskulls how to fight, but in this case it was worth it.
"Yeah, some of you lot better come see me or someone for some lessons, 'cause if you make us look bad in front of those Dodgers you'll have me to answer to," she snapped, looking around the room. "You know who you are."
Daire's path happened to take her past Rya, and she briefly paused her yapping and practically preened for her boss, holding her head up high.
The howl from their boss had, reluctantly, brought the doberman to it. More so out of fear of defying the order rather than a want or willingness to do so. However, the news Daire delivered filled a certain chilling coldness down to her bones. She felt disgust welling in her stomach, enough to make her want to throw up, and it was near impossible to keep the look from her face. How could she? This was...wrong. Whilst the others hooted and hollered, eager to claim their bloody victory without shame, Fawn backed away with a head turned, hackles raised slightly in uncomfortable alarm. She may have been a coward. She may have been too soft for a gang like this nowadays. But, she had the strength to realize what she would, and would not, do. There was no tremble in nor nervousness in her form, as she merely turned, tatted form slinking away from the overreaching shadows of her more excited gangmates with a bowed head and pinned ears, assured of her decision. She'd stay here, the 'fighters' could have fun with this one. 'No....no thank you.' She didn't ask for this war, nor did she want one. But she wouldn't bother trying to stop them from waging one either.
The call from the boss was enough to make Eclipse groan. What the heck was going on now? Probably nothing good. Were the Yardies ever up to anything good? Rarely ever. To be frank, Eclipse didn't give a damn about whatever the boss wanted, but she knew it wasn't wise to ignore the leader's call. So, with a sigh, she weaved her way through the hallways of the asylum, making her way to the cafeteria where the news, whatever it was, would be given. By the time she made it, a good chunk of the gang were already there. Considering she wasn't exceptionally concerned about the news, she found herself sticking to the back of the group. There was another dog doing the same, one that she recognized from Palestone Manor. One that would hopefully come in handy someday. Night Ryder. The dog still looked like a walking abused punching bag, but she was alive... the Shar Pei liked to think because of herself.
As she eased her haunches down next to the Malinois, Eclipse dipped her head briefly to acknowledge the dog she'd worked on. Somebody asked where the boss had been. The answer promised to be interesting since the boss was Daire. Although, the answer was one the Shar Pei never expected, not even from Daire. She had been hunting... dogs. Chase, the Dodgers' boss, to be exact. He was dead. She killed him. The eerie yellow eyes she owned widened in surprise and she was left speechless, if not intrigued. What an interesting turn of events this was... Things only continued to get interesting. Daire was calling for war. Training and war. Kessir would be hers. They would kick the Dodgers out.
Eclipse nearly groaned, but she kept herself from doing such a thing. Anything other than eagerness and excitement would probably be scorned and she didn't feel like putting herself in a bad place with the rough bunch. Could she fight? Sure she could, but wanting to fight was the problem. She didn't feel like getting into a war with another gang. A war was exactly what she was going to have to partake in, however. Fantastic. Training... great. That would be enjoyable... not. Unavoidable just like the war, though.
As Daire began to make her exit, Eclipse sighed and glanced down at the damaged dog lying next to her. Smirking, she dipped her head down to speak quietly into a pointed ear,"No fighting for you. Doctor's orders."
WORDS: 413 TAGS: Night Ryder NOTES: Eclipse can be cheeky
Tags: Eclipse | Notes: That she can lmao Ryder is pouting!
Ryder was just staying quiet, watching everyone get riled up and ready. Frowning she really wanted in on the action but even now she was exhausted. No.. She'd just get in the way perhaps. Her sides hurt, and she felt like a building had fallen on her. No just crushed by a dog probably ten times her size. One day she was always bound for a beating, she kept on that path of trouble and it did find her. Now she just had to recover ... recover and stay away from all this maybe or just. She sighed again so much was going on, and she wanted no part at least maybe she did.. No oh for fucks sake.
"I'm goin'" Ryder grumbled but before she could go anywhere Eclipse was soon beside her. She half smiled but that hurt. Oh that hurt. "Hiya Doc" She said quietly as there was no way she was going to dip her head in respect, she had respect for the other dog beside her but her neck...it was stiff and sore.
Did she really have to rub it in? Ryder half frowned to herself with a small sigh "Yeah I know Doc, figured I wasn't gonna be up for anotha fight.. Would end up gettin a beaten for sure" She chuckled slightly which caused her breath to get stuck in her throat, ribs pulsed, and she coughed slightly that made it worse but soon she calmed down. Just staying towards the back. Remembering she'd seen Fawn hanging out towards the back as well. Interesting.
The wolfdog was having a morning snooze in the asylum, not unusual given his frequent lack of energy. He woke slowly and with a yawn as he heard Daire's howl resonate from the caff. Ohanzee's eyes blinked casually, not an ounce of drive or urgency within him. He pleased himself with a long stretch, first for his rear legs, followed by his front. He payed no mind to others as they began to shift and gather.
He sauntered from his cozy hiding hole out where the others were gathered and glanced around as he found a place near the rear. Another wide yawn escaped as he hoped for the meeting to finish sooner rather than later, allowing him to return to his peaceful slumber.
He stared blankly as he let the Siberian Husky's words sink in, holding back a rumble in his chest. He didn't like the sound of this. From the beginning, he didn't understand it. It sure sounded like going well out of their way to push Dodgers out of their territory when the Yardie space was already well huge. He didn't mind sneaking in and out and stealing, messing with them for the sake of it, but an all out turf war? More turf just meant more borders for him to guard, and he wasn't in the business of making more work for himself.
Speaking of, Daire was making more work for him. The fighters need to train the others? A subconscious and loud bark roared from his jaws in detest. He adjusted his jowls and licked his lips after, trying to gain his composure. Uhg, whatever, as a lookout he was sure he'd be expected to train some others but, that was a job for tomorrow. The idea of it alone bringing on utter exhaustion, the wolfdog rose and began back out of the cafeteria. He reckoned it was time for another nap. Enough of this nonesense.
Nutmeg could feel her stomach sink in sheer dismay at what she was hearing. The chorus of howls and cheers from her gangmates caused her ears to flatten against her head and her tail to tuck. She...didn't want to go to war! The idea of having more territory - especially in the ever food bountiful city, was...nice, she guessed, but...She shuddered slightly, remembering the war of Waterstone that happened about a year or so ago. The sound of teeth ripping into skin and pained howls and barks all around - the way the smell of blood permeated the air...How could everyone be excited about this? She found herself shuddering. She found herself thinking about the few Dodgers 'friends' she had managed to make...Beowulf, Nero...Would they be okay?
A smirk found its way dawning onto the borzoi's slender snout, the idea of what fun this month would bring was utterly exciting her. A low chuckle welled in her throat - this was bound to be....deliciously fun. "It's been far too long since I've tasted Dodger." Her tongue swiped over her lips. Least to say, this idea of conquest had the phantom's approval.
Eclipse took a moment to scan over Ryder's recovering body. She had a long journey of pain to go, but she wasn't looking any worse, which was a good thing. Any type of setback could be the end of it if not caught immediately. At least for Ryder's sake she seemed to be going in the right direction. Did Eclipse truly care? Well, she couldn't use Ryder's favor should the dog not make it through... but whether or not she cared beyond that point was up in the air and, judging by her track record, it probably was the latter. The small frown was amusing and the blue dog couldn't keep herself from smirking slightly at it. Taking it easy must've been killing Ryder.
As Ryder replied to the joking orders, Eclipse looked around the room. Most of the dogs seemed ecstatic at the news, eager to taste the blood of their enemies. It was much more barbaric than the Shar Pei preferred, but she supposed she could understand the eagerness to taste victory in a way. Victory and vengeance were very satisfying in most cases. Looking back at Ryder, she nodded,"You got that right. That body wouldn't last long in battle." She paused, mulling over her thoughts for a moment before adding,"But from the sounds of things, you might be lucky... this seems like the type of situation to be avoided if possible." Unfortunately for Eclipse, she wasn't going to be able to avoid the archaic battle of brawn against brawn.
That was .. Annoying. Ryder watched everyone, they wanted blood and lots of it. She paused for a moment, glancing down. Suddenly she spotted Nutmeg and remembered their last encounter, she wondered how Nutmeg was handling this bit of information..damn it... Nutmeg words started to ring through her ears again. It made her second guess a lot of things, wants and more. She wasn't sure if Nutmeg would glance her way, but she did throw her a genuine smile this time. One that almost asked how are you? But she did not want to move, it hurt. Oh, it really hurt, she was alright here for now. Perhaps till the pain was a less ...if it was ever less.
"Perhaps you're not wrong Doc" She looked back towards Eclipse, a different expression her face now "Maybe I am lucky in some regard" In what regard she was not sure.. At least not yet anyway.
"Speaking" ; Tags: Eclipse , Nutmeg ; Notes: Mobi Want to branch off into a new thread after we finish up the injury one?
Stryker had been in the room the moment his alpha had called, those long piston malinois legs had carried him quickly. But the Vice had remained at the rear of their meeting, glowing eyes taking in head count and reading body languange from their gangmates. Some were eager, chomping at the bit for Daire to give them the no holds barred order of war. Others shivered and shook at the thought of violence, of perhaps bringing friends a bloody doorstep.
Daire's journey from her pedestal took her path past him and he offered a grin and an playfully affectionate, "Well done.." her way. However his eyes quickly returned to its calculating gaze of their gang. It was going to get whipped into shape one way or another and Daire would have what she desired. After all the vice was at his best when he had something to set his mind too. He strolled amongst them, his carriage proud and his nape raised, his whip tail arched over his back.
"Alright Yardies, ya heard the boss! I want Dodger bodies piled high and pretty when the time comes. Find a sparring partna or find Daire or myself for training." A huge wolfish grin stretched his features, a touch of slobber secured his ravenous desire for blood shed. If they were going to have a war why not make it a party atleast. Stryker simmered down briefly as he padded towards Fawn, bringing his black snout to her gnarled ears. His voice was impossibly low so only she could hear his whisper. "Make yaself scarce Fawn...this war aint for you sweetheart." He turned away with a snarl as if he had just admonished her, looking back only to toss a wink her way. Soft hearts weren't suited for the field no matter had badly you tried.
Do people whisper 'bout you on the train like me? Sayin' that ya shouldn't waste your pretty face like me?
Upon hearing the call, she made her way to the cafeteria as quick as she could. She was slightly anxious as to why the gang was being called to a meeting, but she wouldn't let it get to her, or until she had a reason to at least. She settled herself behind Nutmeg as she listened semi-quietly during the meeting.
As Daire's words reached Holiday's ears she felt a nervousness settle in her stomach like a stone. She never was excited for when it came time to fight, even if it was only a small border scuffle. Of course, she wouldn't let her gangmates know that. She couldn't be seen as weak, or even opposed to battle, especially considering her job.
She kept silent during the whole thing and quietly made her way out of the cafeteria as soon as the thing was over. While she certainly wasn't a huge fan of the Dodgers by any means, but she didn't hate them, let alone enough to want to hurt them, especially not after last time. She didn't want to end up sinking her teeth into any faces she recognized.
Once the ratter had heard the howl, she trotted towards it, her paws hitting the cold floor of the asylum. It was still morning and the gang was just getting up but the hyperactive dog was long awake, checking the building and nosing around every inch of it. Of course, she never kept in one spot for more than a moment before glancing away, her feet taking her to another place.
Due to her size, she sat at the front, watching the Boss as intently as she could - but only for a moment. Others came around her and the dog's attention was soon half on the Boss, half on eavesdropping everything the canine could hear. Black as coal, her nose was bombarded by scents and annoyance seemed to hang in the air, soon to be replaced by excitement as the dog in front of them told the news.
'Chase is dead?' the Ratter thought. 'Never thought I'd hear this! And taking more turf? Oh, how splendid!' Verlione cheered inside her mind, her long tail wagging. 'But fighting… Well, I sure won't be able to help much. Unless…'
But the dog was soon distracted by another thing - nothing special. She had realised her paw was scratching the floor, absentmindedly. Verlione could never really sit in one place, her urge to just do everything overpowering anything else. Quickly, the canine trotted outside the room, passing dogs that were having conversations. Her floppy ears perked up at their words while her brown gaze watched in front. She didn't dare interrupt - there wasn't anything to worry about. The tiny dog made a mental note and exited the cafeteria, not wishing to partake in the training. After all, even if she trained, the Ratter could never win in a one-on-one fight. Maybe she could do something else, or simply not bother. Either way, that was something to dwell on later: she had work to do, and do it quick!
Eclipse was beginning to get restless. Something told her that the longer she stayed there, the higher the chance that she would get wrangled into something she didn't want to be a part of. Her gaze scanned the room once more, taking in the sights the commotion caused. Most dogs seemed eager, practically chomping at the bit at the thought of getting to tear into Dodger flesh. Others seemed... more reserved, possibly even apprehensive. It didn't matter what the individuals thought about the idea. The war was happening and they all were required to be ready for battle when the time came. Fantastic.
With a quiet sigh, Eclipse dropped her gaze back down to Night Ryder... who was smiling? Yellow eyes found the dog Ryder was looking at. Nutmeg. Oh. That... made sense. When the Malinois addressed her again, she looked back down at her. "I'm never wrong," she replied, an almost emotionlessness in her voice. "And you definitely are lucky," she continued as she turned to leave. However, she paused and let her muzzle hover by the injured dog's ear. "But the longer you stay here, the quicker your luck will run out," she warned in a whisper, listening to Stryker go on about training and whatever. At that, she turned completely around and slunk out of the room, content that she had heard everything she needed to know.
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