Patrollogs
(Sarah's syndicate bargain)
[Wed Jan 10 2024]
In Town Hall Southern Meeting Room
It is about 50F(10C) degrees.
"Who do you think it is?" Ryan asks as he glances to Sarah.
Marcus(domestic dog) paces around his dark cell, sniffing here and there in the corners. He whimpers, uncertain of his surroundings. Drowsily, he sags and almost falls over.
Sarah cocks her head, looking Ryan over, then looks at her phone, "That's... A pretty good question. I am not entirely sure." Sarah admits, then licking her lips, "...But I am lets say... peckish..." Her tongue flicks over her teeth, "for some good..." A smile. "...Let's call it a conversation. So I, too, will be placing a bid."
"That doesn't sound good, I hope you don't have a lot of money for it." Ryan notes as he leans against the wall, looking over the Syndicate person as he glance back to Sarah.
Sarah tilts her head from side to side, looking Ryan over, "Now you mention it, I should perhaps bid a bit more." Sarah suggests, "Want to try and match me?" Sarah gives the man a hungry look, "...Of course it'd mean I would need to get my money's worth..."
"Hrm..." Ryan says as he checks his wallet, frowning, "I mean maybe if you say that you'll let them go, I can maybe not bid?"
Sarah raises a finger to her lips, biting in it with sharp teeth. "...I am willing to promise I'll consider letting them go..." Sarah trails off, flashing a wicked smile, "...Once I am done with them."
"But go easy on them?" Ryan asks as he furrows his brow, "I don't feel like you're very truthful about not hurting them."
"...Not hurting them?" Sarah repeats after Ryan tentatively, "...I don't remember ever promising I wouldn't hurt them, sweet Mr. Harris." Sarah murmurs, "...But I'll go... easier?"
Marcus(domestic dog) whines again, lowering himself down on his belly. His muzzle rests on his paws, and in the darkness he perceives only with his nose.
"Yeah, easier is...I guess all right? Maybe take them out to eat?" Ryan asks with a shrug, "I mean they've had a hard day, you know? Maybe they can get a nice hot meal and a ride home?"
Laughing his ass off, Ryan looks to Sarah as he says, "Oh my god, you bought a dog!"
Looking to the Syndicate person, Ryan gives him two thumbs up, "That's hilarious, you all kidnapped a dog instead of a person, my dudes."
"Well, someone will have a meal at least." Sarah murmurs as she hears the news of her victory, glancing at Ryan as she snaps her fingers. "...A dog. I did not... Order... a dog..." Sarah grimaces, "What the actual hell?" She leans forwards, smelling at it. "Smells like a dog too. Still, they wouldn't kidnap a dog without reason. I'll run some tests."
"Yeah, I mean...like...go ahead." Ryan says as he motions to the dog, "You should make sure he gets taken out for walkies and to go pee, or it'll be all over your furniture."
Marcus(domestic dog) is escorted roughly from his cell. Inexplicably, yes, a dog has been brought out rather than a human. Granted, it's a big dog. A big, sad dog. It even whimpers, cowering. Somehow it suspects this room is not full of friends.
"Aww, dude." Ryan says as he looks to Sarah, "Look at him, so sad! Get him some treats, Sarah."
"...Right. Walkies." Sarah repeats after Ryan with a dubious expression. Something in Sarah's eyes may warn Marcus(domestic dog) he's going for anything /but/ walkies. She looks downright hateful as she picks up the dog, still tied. "...I'll take the dog, then."
Marcus(domestic dog) licks his chops in an anxious fashion. He backs off into a near corner, keeping his big brown eyes with their wrinkled, expressive brow on the crowd. They shift between them, uncertain of whom to trust in this room full of unfamiliar smells -- a place he landed entirely unexpectedly, no doubt.
"Yeah, Casey, they did! This is hilarious." Ryan says with a laugh.
raises an eyebrow at Ryan, "...My... I am sure they would greatly appreciate that..." Sarah remarks with a look at Marcus(domestic dog), "...but I have my own plans for them." Sarah remarks as she starts carrying it towards the door, "...So goodbye."
"Atlas, don't worry! I'll drop some treats by Rachel's house for you later. Be a good boy for Sarah now." Ryan calls after them.
"...feeding it to Rachel isn't the worst idea I've heard." Sarah remarks softly, then sighing deeply. "I don't generally eat exotic meats, though I make exceptions." She remarks as she heads out
Casey gives a wave to Sarah as she passes. "Well, have a good night, Miss Wilson." Casey says to her.
As Sarah walks by Casey, something predator glimmers in her eyes, and a small squint of her eyes is given and she whispers something before she moves past her.
"Can't believe I bought a dog... I despise dogs." Sarah shares in a hiss, "The one animal I cannot suffer, little Atlas." Sarah then sighs, looking Marcus(domestic dog) over. "...Not even fluffy."
Marcus(domestic dog) licks his chops again, a soft whimper whistling from his throat. This seems to be some kind of anxious, nervous tic he has. They say dogs can sense all sorts of things in humans, whether by reading their facial features, interpreting their body language, or picking up on their scent. Whatever has put him off from Sarah has put him off indeed, and he turns his head and looks at her from the corner of his eye with great nervous apprehension, tail tucked. Nonetheless, he shows no signs of aggression thus far.
Sarah carries Marcus(domestic dog) to her car, then opening the baggage door before putting the dog into the space. It's large, at least, if dark. She holds the door up with her hands as she gives the dog one final look. "You better be a very, very good boy, Mr. Atlas, if you ever want to see Rachel's face again..." Sarah trails off, "...And not from the perspective of a plate..." The doctor grimaces as she looks the creature over, "...I really can't believe I purchased a dog. This better be worth it. Rachel thought you were special. The Syndicate seems to agree. A little blood test should do me wonders, so at least I'll know where I can sell your parts." She closes the door with those words, then before long, the car starts moving
The car parks before long, Marcus(domestic dog) in the cold, dark back of it the entire time. Then - light opens - salvation! ...And Sarah blocking most of it. She tilts her head as she observes the dog, "I never did try dog. You know, they eat it in Switzerland too, not just in parts of Asia." Sarah shares as she lifts the poor canine up, "...Isn't that just /fascinating/?"
Looking out into the frigid darkness, another high, plaintive sound is uttered from within Marcus(domestic dog)'s gullet. He smacks his chops nervously. He's quite big and bulky, but he doesn't flail his long limbs against his bonds, nor does he bite. He doesn't even bark, much less growl. He just looks at Sarah balefully with those deep, wet wells of brown eyes of his. Perhaps this has worked for him in the past.
Sarah grimaces. Something flickers in the Doctor. Hesitation? Could it be? Whatever it is, it doesn't last as she picks the creature back up with surprising ease despite her not-so-muscular form. She starts carrying Marcus(domestic dog) into a bar - House Red - and then downstairs into the cellar. "Tell me, have you heard of Rachel's time here?" She wonders, then chuckling bitterly, "...Ah, I am talking to a dog."
Sarahs Syndicate Bargain
(Sarah's syndicate bargain)
[Wed Jan 10 2024]
In Town Hall Southern Meeting Room
It is about 50F(10C) degrees.
"Who do you think it is?" Ryan asks as he glances to Sarah.
Marcus(domestic dog) paces around his dark cell, sniffing here and there in the corners. He whimpers, uncertain of his surroundings. Drowsily, he sags and almost falls over.
Sarah cocks her head, looking Ryan over, then looks at her phone, "That's... A pretty good question. I am not entirely sure." Sarah admits, then licking her lips, "...But I am lets say... peckish..." Her tongue flicks over her teeth, "for some good..." A smile. "...Let's call it a conversation. So I, too, will be placing a bid."
"That doesn't sound good, I hope you don't have a lot of money for it." Ryan notes as he leans against the wall, looking over the Syndicate person as he glance back to Sarah.
Sarah tilts her head from side to side, looking Ryan over, "Now you mention it, I should perhaps bid a bit more." Sarah suggests, "Want to try and match me?" Sarah gives the man a hungry look, "...Of course it'd mean I would need to get my money's worth..."
"Hrm..." Ryan says as he checks his wallet, frowning, "I mean maybe if you say that you'll let them go, I can maybe not bid?"
Sarah raises a finger to her lips, biting in it with sharp teeth. "...I am willing to promise I'll consider letting them go..." Sarah trails off, flashing a wicked smile, "...Once I am done with them."
"But go easy on them?" Ryan asks as he furrows his brow, "I don't feel like you're very truthful about not hurting them."
"...Not hurting them?" Sarah repeats after Ryan tentatively, "...I don't remember ever promising I wouldn't hurt them, sweet Mr. Harris." Sarah murmurs, "...But I'll go... easier?"
Marcus(domestic dog) whines again, lowering himself down on his belly. His muzzle rests on his paws, and in the darkness he perceives only with his nose.
"Yeah, easier is...I guess all right? Maybe take them out to eat?" Ryan asks with a shrug, "I mean they've had a hard day, you know? Maybe they can get a nice hot meal and a ride home?"
Laughing his ass off, Ryan looks to Sarah as he says, "Oh my god, you bought a dog!"
Looking to the Syndicate person, Ryan gives him two thumbs up, "That's hilarious, you all kidnapped a dog instead of a person, my dudes."
"Well, someone will have a meal at least." Sarah murmurs as she hears the news of her victory, glancing at Ryan as she snaps her fingers. "...A dog. I did not... Order... a dog..." Sarah grimaces, "What the actual hell?" She leans forwards, smelling at it. "Smells like a dog too. Still, they wouldn't kidnap a dog without reason. I'll run some tests."
"Yeah, I mean...like...go ahead." Ryan says as he motions to the dog, "You should make sure he gets taken out for walkies and to go pee, or it'll be all over your furniture."
Marcus(domestic dog) is escorted roughly from his cell. Inexplicably, yes, a dog has been brought out rather than a human. Granted, it's a big dog. A big, sad dog. It even whimpers, cowering. Somehow it suspects this room is not full of friends.
"Aww, dude." Ryan says as he looks to Sarah, "Look at him, so sad! Get him some treats, Sarah."
"...Right. Walkies." Sarah repeats after Ryan with a dubious expression. Something in Sarah's eyes may warn Marcus(domestic dog) he's going for anything /but/ walkies. She looks downright hateful as she picks up the dog, still tied. "...I'll take the dog, then."
Marcus(domestic dog) licks his chops in an anxious fashion. He backs off into a near corner, keeping his big brown eyes with their wrinkled, expressive brow on the crowd. They shift between them, uncertain of whom to trust in this room full of unfamiliar smells -- a place he landed entirely unexpectedly, no doubt.
"Yeah, Casey, they did! This is hilarious." Ryan says with a laugh.
raises an eyebrow at Ryan, "...My... I am sure they would greatly appreciate that..." Sarah remarks with a look at Marcus(domestic dog), "...but I have my own plans for them." Sarah remarks as she starts carrying it towards the door, "...So goodbye."
"Atlas, don't worry! I'll drop some treats by Rachel's house for you later. Be a good boy for Sarah now." Ryan calls after them.
"...feeding it to Rachel isn't the worst idea I've heard." Sarah remarks softly, then sighing deeply. "I don't generally eat exotic meats, though I make exceptions." She remarks as she heads out
Casey gives a wave to Sarah as she passes. "Well, have a good night, Miss Wilson." Casey says to her.
As Sarah walks by Casey, something predator glimmers in her eyes, and a small squint of her eyes is given and she whispers something before she moves past her.
"Can't believe I bought a dog... I despise dogs." Sarah shares in a hiss, "The one animal I cannot suffer, little Atlas." Sarah then sighs, looking Marcus(domestic dog) over. "...Not even fluffy."
Marcus(domestic dog) licks his chops again, a soft whimper whistling from his throat. This seems to be some kind of anxious, nervous tic he has. They say dogs can sense all sorts of things in humans, whether by reading their facial features, interpreting their body language, or picking up on their scent. Whatever has put him off from Sarah has put him off indeed, and he turns his head and looks at her from the corner of his eye with great nervous apprehension, tail tucked. Nonetheless, he shows no signs of aggression thus far.
Sarah carries Marcus(domestic dog) to her car, then opening the baggage door before putting the dog into the space. It's large, at least, if dark. She holds the door up with her hands as she gives the dog one final look. "You better be a very, very good boy, Mr. Atlas, if you ever want to see Rachel's face again..." Sarah trails off, "...And not from the perspective of a plate..." The doctor grimaces as she looks the creature over, "...I really can't believe I purchased a dog. This better be worth it. Rachel thought you were special. The Syndicate seems to agree. A little blood test should do me wonders, so at least I'll know where I can sell your parts." She closes the door with those words, then before long, the car starts moving
The car parks before long, Marcus(domestic dog) in the cold, dark back of it the entire time. Then - light opens - salvation! ...And Sarah blocking most of it. She tilts her head as she observes the dog, "I never did try dog. You know, they eat it in Switzerland too, not just in parts of Asia." Sarah shares as she lifts the poor canine up, "...Isn't that just /fascinating/?"
Looking out into the frigid darkness, another high, plaintive sound is uttered from within Marcus(domestic dog)'s gullet. He smacks his chops nervously. He's quite big and bulky, but he doesn't flail his long limbs against his bonds, nor does he bite. He doesn't even bark, much less growl. He just looks at Sarah balefully with those deep, wet wells of brown eyes of his. Perhaps this has worked for him in the past.
Sarah grimaces. Something flickers in the Doctor. Hesitation? Could it be? Whatever it is, it doesn't last as she picks the creature back up with surprising ease despite her not-so-muscular form. She starts carrying Marcus(domestic dog) into a bar - House Red - and then downstairs into the cellar. "Tell me, have you heard of Rachel's time here?" She wonders, then chuckling bitterly, "...Ah, I am talking to a dog."