So won't you keep it in mind that I'm an artist

[under_thehood]

Who: Jason and OPEN!
When: All day Sept 11th!
Where: Sector 10 (Morning), Sectors 4+8 (Late afternoon-evening), Sector 9+10 (Night)
Summary: Jason being a thieving twerp 90% of the time.
Warnings: None? Other than me being slow, nope!

I'll post a generic intro, but please feel free to pick a time and bug this emo kid.

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Sector 10, about 8am

[vw_coyote]

[She was out for a morning run. She'd gone for longer than she'd thought and now has to hoof it back to the garage, get changed, and get started at work.

Except...

Tires? She knew they could go for decent money. Especially on this dinky island.

So, have a coyotedog staring at you, Jason. She's just sitting there, staring. Her ears are forward but she's just watching.]

Re: Sector 10, about 8am

[under_thehood]

[Jason knows the moment he's being watch and turns around, glancing over his shoulder at Coyote from under his hood. Is that dog really staring at him? Frowning, he doesn't stop the swift turning of the tire iron as he loosens the last nut holding the tire in place. Carefully, he slides the cinder block underneath the axel and rolls the tire out of the way.]

Re: Sector 10, about 8am

[vw_coyote]

[Mercy's just going to watch. She's got a collar on - run ins with the dog catcher are not something she wants to deal with - and sits back to scratch at her ear briefly.

She trots over and sits next to him, peering curiously at what he's doing. Her ear twitches in curiosity.]

Re: Sector 10, about 8am

[under_thehood]

[Jason glances over at the dog when she comes to sit next to him and he doesn't pause in his work as he gets up from his squat to move to the other front wheel of the car. He's not really sure what's going on with the dog, but, well, it's a dog so he doesn't know what he can do about it.

Not like it's a person who could rat him out, anyway, and most people didn't seem to care about those in the slums. So, he applies the tire iron to the next set of bolts, twisting it back and forth quickly and efficiently in his dirty hands.]

Re: Sector 10, about 8am

[vw_coyote]

[Oh, she could rat you out. In a heartbeat. The thing is, she can smell things on you, and is more curious than anything.

Mercy follows him to the next tire. She whines softly, keeping her head low. Her nose bumps his arm, cautiously, tense and ready to run if necessary.]

Re: Sector 10, about 8am

[under_thehood]

[She probably smells dirt, grime, and other things that come with not being able to shower regularly anymore, as well as blood. He's still out doing his 'job,' despite the eviction much earlier in the week. Its just that it'll be a little more challenging. When she bumps her nose against his arm, he glances over at her.]

Hey, cut it out.

[And tries to just go back to unscrewing that second tire, almost finished.]

Re: Sector 10, about 8am

[vw_coyote]

[Well, he didn't swing the tire iron at her. She'll count that as a victory. Another soft whine in the back of her throat. Mercy bumps his arm, her nose tucking under his forearm and bumping it up.

Pay attention and pet the puppy!]

Re: Sector 10, about 8am

[under_thehood]

[Puppy, Jason's busy! He tries to give Mercy a gentle shove. Still, with a couple more seconds, he has the second tire off and tucks the tire iron into his jeans. Pulling the tire off of the car, he slides the second cinder block underneath the axel and swiftly gets to his feet, trying to tuck both tires underneath his arms.]

Re: Sector 10, about 8am

[vw_coyote]

[She looks up at him, expectantly. She wags her tail, her tongue lolling out the side of her mouth.

Then, she grabs at his jean leg and tugs on it gently with her teeth. Your jeans taste gross by the way.]

Re: Sector 10, about 8am

[under_thehood]

[Jason frowns down at the dog over the tire under his left arm and tries to shake her off his leg. He's really not sure what's up with Mercy, as all his experiences with animals were mostly in the Darkness and the cat he'd just handed off to Clark a few days ago, since it couldn't stay in a non-Darkness-proofed area.]

I don't have any food, if that's what you want.

[Because talking to dogs makes more sense.]

Re: Sector 10, about 8am

[vw_coyote]

[She pins her ears back at him and sneezes. She can feed herself, thanks.

Instead, she grabs his jean leg again and tugs with a soft growl. Follow the puppy, dude.]

Re: Sector 10, about 8am

[under_thehood]

[Jason grunts and scowls down at her, eyebrows furrowed as he holds on firmly to the tires.]

What the hell do you want?

Re: Sector 10, about 8am

[vw_coyote]

[She looks up at him and her ears lie flat. She catches a firmer grasp on his jeans, and pulls. This time the growl is deeper.]

Re: Sector 10, about 8am

[under_thehood]

[Jason rolls his eyes but takes a step toward the dog.]

Fine.

Re: Sector 10, about 8am

[vw_coyote]

[That gets a tail wag and she yips softly, dancing ahead of him, keeping a look over her shoulder to make sure he's following her.

Mercy knows all the backways of getting to the garage and her house. Helps when she's running as a coyote to avoid people who might be able to tell what the hell she is. Today, however, she leads him toward the garage.]

Re: Sector 10, about 8am

[under_thehood]

[Jason doesn't suspect what or who she is, but isn't necessarily pleased by her leading him in the opposite direction of his destination. He needs to pawn off these tires before he's caught with them and following a dog around Port isn't his idea of a good time either.]