I'm Ruthless Mean and Scary [Vran]

[Soldier]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=background,http://i.imgur.com/G1Lsr.png] [atrb=cellPadding,7,true][scrolly:h(250),w(200),sy] Thief nudged open the door to the school house casually, as if he lived there.

[/i] His black tail swayed back and forth with his naturally drunken gait as he strolled into the abandoned school. Sniffed around a little, he was able to find some collectibles that he could bribe to a stupid canine for their meal.

That was Ladròn's routine. Snag some thing shiny or soft and cheap out a mutt for some thing to grub down on. Nosing his way through some papers, he didn't even jump as a rotten apple thudded to the floor. Scratching at the papers, he pushed tons to the floor, most flying this way and that all around him, slicing the air gracefully in their back and forth motion, two smaller ends curled towards the sky.

Light filtered in from a smashed window, and some desks were pushed around as well. A robbery may be? Ladròn chuckled. That was his job. his title. Ladròn the Thief. Otherwise known merely as, Thief.

Continuing to snoop around the schoolhouse, the little black chihuahua collected a few things and ripped up some coats to get to the extra soft, fluffy matter, whatever it was, to sell a bed to some dog who didn't have the fur to survive the cold.

See, his business was a win-win. He gets food, and the other guy can get a place to sleep, or some piece of crap he could resort to eating once he noticed how starving his was and that his food was gone. A win-win. 265

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[Vrancho]

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[atrb=background,http://i1050.photobucket.com/albums/s413/SilentCallings/SkaarsgardTableForVranMiddle.png] Yawning, Skaarsgard was stretched out at the back of the school house, where no one could see him. He was tired from doing his favorite daring thing of the day: something stupid. He had hurled himself through the glass window at the side of the school just so he could say, "I've smashed through a window before." And he had proof, too. He had a great new bloody gash on his forehead. It really didn't feel to good, but Skaar did not regret the window thing. Suddenly he leaped to his feet, feeling great after some previous elk, a cat nap, and a lap of water at a stream he'd found on his way to the school house. Closing his eyes for a second, he went around to the front of the building, and found the door open. Oh, a crime investigator. He stuck his head through the door, which creaked as it swayed farther open. A black chihuahua with some white markings stood looking at the smashed window. "Hello, and who might you be, stranger chihuahua?" He smiled a devilish grin. Something emanated off the tiny dog. Something dirty, like himself, personality wise. Mmm... someone new to toy with.

[Soldier]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=background,http://i.imgur.com/hV47A.png] [atrb=cellPadding,7,true][scrolly:h(300),w(460),sy] Thief looked over calmly, as if expecting the other canine.

[/i] "A good question, which I could answer if I wish to, and who might you be?" The black and white chihuahua asked, a devious grin plastering his black lips. His eye brows wiggled a little, signalling his playful mood but he went no further.

"What if I told you my name was Twice. Twice the Trouble of your average drunk. That is my name and if you wish for some thing shorter, go ahead. I won't answer though." He continued, keeping his casual look as the lies spilled through his teeth without flaw. A grin still plastered on his face, Thief trotted forwards, his drunken walk swaying him just a little, though he was clearly able to walk in a straight line if he so desired.

"Nice gash." Ladròn commented, tipping his nose up to gesture the bloody gash across his forehead. "If you don't mind me asking, how'd you come across that nasty cut?" Thief smirked, sizing up the brute as anyone else would do, but made sure not to make it look challenging. Thief would never be able to win a physical fight by himself. He was must too small for that, but not in the mind. Being a thief meant you had to be at least a little calculated.226

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[Vrancho]

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[atrb=background,http://i1050.photobucket.com/albums/s413/SilentCallings/SkaarsgardTableForVranMiddle.png] The black chihuahua was lying, he knew it. He was a good liar, it took a bit for the wolfdog to realize that he was not telling the truth. The tiny male was doing good, but he lowered his head just a bit, giving Skaar the body language he needed to know that the stranger was lying. He closed his eyes for a moment, a bit unsure of what to do, what he should say. Skaarsgard gave the tiny dog a lopsided grin. "I'll tell you how I got the gash, and I'll tell you my name, too." The evil brute stepped forward, getting into the dog's face. He stopped smiling. "But you will tell me your real name, first. You're a pretty good liar, but I've been reading liars my whole life." He stepped back, now grinning again. Oh, this was fun. He yawned, disinterested in the dog's lie; he wasn't going to call the dog Twice. What a stupid name! Skaarsgard looked around the building. There wasn't much inside, just dust, which made the muscled brute snort, and otherwise the room was completely empty except for a coat rack in the corner, and a few benches in the back. Skaarsgard returned to where he had been standing, and eyed the black chihuahua, his tiny form, slender build, puny muscles. He could eat the dog in five seconds, and he did eat male dogs. Skaar cocked his head. Why wasn't he? But there was just something about that dog, something very odd. But what?

[Soldier]

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"Well you certainly got me there. I wouldn't know a fool with such a stupid name." Thief commented, shaking his head at his own joke. "Honestly, I could care less if I knew your name. Mine, of course, is Ladròn, the Thief. And that, my canine friend, is most certainly not a lie." The chihuahua mocked with a devilish, twisted grin.

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ooc- I am so sorry for this post. I didn't know you replied. I promise to get some thing better up later. ;w;

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