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the_last_resort2014-06-13 05:31 pm
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Niko Bellic | Log 001
Who: Niko Bellic | Misc
What: Trying to tame a hound. While sick.
When: During starting week.
Where: Somewhere right outside the fence.
Notes & Warnings: Niko himself is a font of warnings but I'm not planning on doing more than having him try to tame a dog in this thread. If you'd rather serious or comedy thought blunders let me know. Good for action or prose tags. Lazy CR times.
Niko couldn't remember the last time he'd had an animal. It was all sort of murky? Did farm animals count? Before the war? Then maybe he never did, he didn't know. But the burly four-eyed wolves of this world were supposedly tameable and when Niko got something into his head, hell or high water he was going to see it through to the end. Even if he had a headache and nothing was the right color.
It was bright and sunny out, so he wasn't worried about any spiders coming up on him. He couldn't stand to wear the stupid cap for too long, so he had it off and folded up in the pocket of an ill-fitting jacket. Yeah, so, he did the responsible thing and didn't go to work or go to the bar, but he couldn't pass up going outside at all.
He sat awkwardly in the grass, a pile of ch- ...chicken? Duck? Fowl? Bird bones from something he ate yesterday at his side in a plastic bowl, and he was tossing them out to a hound not far in front of him.
The hound would take one, and rather than sticking around would just wander off with it.
"Shit! It is supposed to be easy to get you to listen! The little screen man with the mustache lied about you," he informed the dog, which had its back to him and only offered a half-indifferent glance over its shoulder as he mashed up a tiny rib in its massive maw. But it wasn't leaving. It at least intended to come back for more.
What: Trying to tame a hound. While sick.
When: During starting week.
Where: Somewhere right outside the fence.
Notes & Warnings: Niko himself is a font of warnings but I'm not planning on doing more than having him try to tame a dog in this thread. If you'd rather serious or comedy thought blunders let me know. Good for action or prose tags. Lazy CR times.
Niko couldn't remember the last time he'd had an animal. It was all sort of murky? Did farm animals count? Before the war? Then maybe he never did, he didn't know. But the burly four-eyed wolves of this world were supposedly tameable and when Niko got something into his head, hell or high water he was going to see it through to the end. Even if he had a headache and nothing was the right color.
It was bright and sunny out, so he wasn't worried about any spiders coming up on him. He couldn't stand to wear the stupid cap for too long, so he had it off and folded up in the pocket of an ill-fitting jacket. Yeah, so, he did the responsible thing and didn't go to work or go to the bar, but he couldn't pass up going outside at all.
He sat awkwardly in the grass, a pile of ch- ...chicken? Duck? Fowl? Bird bones from something he ate yesterday at his side in a plastic bowl, and he was tossing them out to a hound not far in front of him.
The hound would take one, and rather than sticking around would just wander off with it.
"Shit! It is supposed to be easy to get you to listen! The little screen man with the mustache lied about you," he informed the dog, which had its back to him and only offered a half-indifferent glance over its shoulder as he mashed up a tiny rib in its massive maw. But it wasn't leaving. It at least intended to come back for more.