A Mutt on the Street (Ruby)

[Roy Arbax]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=valign,top][atrb=style, background: #ebebeb url(http://i53.tinypic.com/f3qma.jpg) center bottom no-repeat; outline: 2px solid #666666; border: 0px; width: 500px;, bTable][atrb=style, padding: 0px 15px; color: #000000;] Roy sniffed the hair as he strolled down a street of Dallas. It is during the coolness of the morning of a day near Summer time. His golden-brown eyes blinked softly, as his hands stuffed themselves in his a pocket that is part of his tan shorts. The skinwalker smiled at the sun that is starting to warm the earth of the city of Dallas. His golden brown eyes watched people walk by, and some even smiled back at him as he smiled as he walked. The skinwalker tightened his light, blue t-shirt as it showed his muscular chest, that made some young woman giggle as he passed them. Anyway, today he feels superb as he enjoys the busy life of Dallas, Texas which is slowly heating up to almost 90 degrees. His blond hair slowly waved in the air as the wind toyed with it. The Skinwalker easily found a corner to lean against and started to smoke his cigarette as he starts to people watch.

[atrb=valign,top][atrb=style, height: 520px; padding: 10px 300px 300px 20px; color: #000000; font-variant: small-caps;] Location: Dallas, Texas. Busy time near the middle of the hustling city. Status: Done Outfit: Tan shorts and light, blue t-shirt Notes: He taking a smoke as he watches people walk by to go to work. Words: 300

[Ruby]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=valign,top][atrb=style, background: url(http://i51.tinypic.com/ei88w7.jpg) center bottom no-repeat; outline: 1px solid #ccc; width: 500px; height: 572px; padding: 0px;, bTable] It was nice to see her skills at pool sharking hadn’t gone by the wayside since she hadn’t used those skills in many, many, many years. So now she got to indulge in a little something she’d wanted to do, shopping. It wasn’t like she didn’t have clothing, just a few more pairs of jeans and some more t-shirts, not to mention undergarments, would be a nice thing to have. She hated doing laundry, never mind that she always seemed to not do it right or get looked at funny when her idea of “folding” clothing was stuff it back into a bag to later have to pick through to find clean clothing (smell check came in handy to separate out dirty from clean in these instances). So she walked down the city street with the wad of cash in her pocket looking for the right store, not to pricy, not to cheep that would have exactly what she needed. She didn’t bother that morning to pull a hat on or even put her hair back in a ponytail, really she should have. Some days she found it hard to forget she’d been a demon, arguably one of the most infamous ones of her time, having helped damn thousands of people over the centuries. This morning though all she could think of was how the world seemed so much brighter, how things seemed different, how she had a chance now to actually live a life on her terms…well mostly her terms. She still had to deal with the fact an Angel was watching her to make sure she didn’t put a foot out of line along with Sam’s recent erratic behavior. Sam had her worried, more than just a little, with what he went through and the fact that his foundation, his brother, wasn’t with him was grave cause for concern, especially since she was pretty sure Sam was going to snap in a moment and being the closest person to him it could very well be her blood he decorated the walls with. Still she was loyal to him, beholden to him, that old demonic feeling of being owned by him as well swirling around the mess of emotions she had for him still. The heat beat down on her as she paused oh so close to Roy, putting a hand up to shade her eyes from the sun as she looked up at the sign on a shop, then moving her eyes down to the clothing in the window, seeing a shirt in particular that she wanted. She moved into the store out of the heat and over to the racks of clothing to pick through them. LOCATION: Dallas, Texas. Busy time near the middle of the hustling city. MUSIC: Land of Confusion by Disturbed OUTFIT: Creepy Kitten? NOTES: nah

[Roy Arbax]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=valign,top][atrb=style, background: #ebebeb url(http://i53.tinypic.com/f3qma.jpg) center bottom no-repeat; outline: 2px solid #666666; border: 0px; width: 500px;, bTable][atrb=style, padding: 0px 15px; color: #000000;] Roy blinked as he took a few draws on his cigarette before stepping on the thing. His golden-brown eyes walked people walk by. His good sense of hearing hears the laughter of teens and snips of conversations that people have as they pass by him. Threading his hands through his blond, wild hair he stared up at the drifting clouds that blot out the sun here and there. He then paused again as Ruby came walking up. The skinwalker wrinkled his nose in the air as he took in the woman's smell. Roy smiled politely at her, which she ignored before walking into a clothing store. He followed her into the store, since he was interested in the woman. The young man smiled as he walked past the counter and started to look at the men clothing. His golden-brown eyes looked up here and there as he watched Ruby shop.

[atrb=valign,top][atrb=style, height: 520px; padding: 10px 300px 300px 20px; color: #000000; font-variant: small-caps;] Location: Dallas, Texas. Busy time near the middle of the hustling city. Status: Done Outfit: Tan shorts and light, blue t-shirt Notes: He is only in the store to watch Ruby shop Words: 275

[Ruby]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=valign,top][atrb=style, background: url(http://i51.tinypic.com/ei88w7.jpg) center bottom no-repeat; outline: 1px solid #ccc; width: 500px; height: 572px; padding: 0px;, bTable] Well it wasn’t like she intentionally ignored Roy’s smile, she had a million things on her mind at the time he smiled at her, and she had no idea it was meant for her, crowded city sidewalk and all. Of course as she picked through the clothing rack checking the price tags on a few items, mentally calculating how much she had against how much it would be for this outfit or that one, she finally came to the conclusion that there was no way she’d ever have enough money for anything anymore it seemed. So she did what was in her nature to do, decide that if she couldn’t have something new that Sam would. She’d get him a shirt or jeans or something then go to a thrift store for her own clothing, she was his after all so Sam should have the better choice of clothes. Turning towards the men’s section she picked through a few t-shirts before coming to a nice green one that she was sure would bring out his eyes. Holding it up she tried to imagine him in it, tried to see if perhaps it was the right size after all since they don’t label shirts “giant” normally. She then turned to Roy and gave him a once over before speaking to him. “Okay, I’m not used to shopping for men. This guy is like six foot oh my god and nice and built. You think this will fit him?” Holding out the shirt for Roy to give his opinion on the important matter at hand. . LOCATION: Dallas, Texas. Busy time near the middle of the hustling city. MUSIC: Land of Confusion by Disturbed OUTFIT: Creepy Kitten? NOTES: Creepy creeper

[Roy Arbax]

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=valign,top][atrb=style, background: #ebebeb url(http://i53.tinypic.com/f3qma.jpg) center bottom no-repeat; outline: 2px solid #666666; border: 0px; width: 500px;, bTable][atrb=style, padding: 0px 15px; color: #000000;] Roy smiled at himself as he studied the mens' t-shirts. He also kept an eye on the starting, beautiful woman who is also shopping in the store. The skinwalker kept walking around slowly as if he is studying the clothes. That is not very true, but he sure is looking at the demon. Roy sighed as he stuffed his hands in his shorts. He also listened to the store's music and nodded his dirty-blond hair to beat. His golden-brown eyes blinked as he leaned on a sale rack, as he bit his lip patiently. He so hated his dog side as it made him be a bit more restless then when he can be as a regular mortal. The supernatural has been a skinwalker since when he was 8 years old, and that is when he was bitten. Roy blinked back to reality when Ruby asked him if a shirt will fit a tallish man. Roy walked over with a soft patter form his tan sneakers against the floor of the clothing store. The creature's eyes blinked as he examined the shirt and said, "I think that shirt can fit a man that is bellow 6 feet." he said before looking behind him. His eyes calculated the shirts and smiled. He took up a shirt that resembled the one Ruby has in her hands. "But, this may work." he said as he held up the shirt with friendly, polite, soft, golden-brown eyes.

[atrb=valign,top][atrb=style, height: 520px; padding: 10px 300px 300px 20px; color: #000000; font-variant: small-caps;] Location: Dallas, Texas. Busy time near the middle of the hustling city. Status: Done Outfit: Tan shorts and light, blue t-shirt Notes: Showing Ruby the right type of shirt that will fit Sam. Words: 370

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[Ruby]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=valign,top][atrb=style, background: url(http://i51.tinypic.com/ei88w7.jpg) center bottom no-repeat; outline: 1px solid #ccc; width: 500px; height: 572px; padding: 0px;, bTable] Abandoning the other shirt she took the one he offered her up in her hands, nodding her thanks to him as she turned away toward the register. “Nice to know there are still a few helpful guys in the world.” She meant the complement sincerely as well, of course she wasn’t sure if Sam would like the shirt or if it would be just another one that would end up ripped and blood stained at the end of the day but no matter to her, she just wanted him to have something tangible from her, something that he could look at and think of the moment she came back to their shared room with a bag and handed it to him, no ulterior motive, just a simple gift. Then again she also thought that maybe ammo might be more fitting these days. As she took her bag and change, stuffing the bills and coins into her pocket, she turned form the store and made her way back to the sidewalk, hesitating a moment to look first left than right before turning to her left and towards the hotel where the group was staying. She didn’t go to far before she caught the scent of food cooking outside, her stomach growling with need to now search out the burgers she smelled being cooked. Coming up to an alley she turned, looking down it and saw the small cart on a street corner with a man flipping patties. Without a moment’s thought to it she turned and headed down the alley, her target in sight. . LOCATION: Dallas, Texas. Busy time near the middle of the hustling city. MUSIC: Land of Confusion by Disturbed OUTFIT: Creepy Kitten? NOTES: Ruby’s Stomach>Ruby’s Common sense….sometimes