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gumi_reloaded2012-04-17 11:41 pm
mishima_eiji) wrote in gumi_reloaded2012-04-17 11:41 pm
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Date: February 6th, 2060
Time: Afternoon
Place: Before Sano's apartment, in front Sano’s apartment, past Sano's apartment located in a ‘better’ New Meiji neighborhood
Characters: Sanosuke, Eiji, a really big dog
In his short twenty-three years on this Earth, Eiji had thought of the many ways he could end up dead. Shooting was high up on that list. Random murder. Faulty elevators were a particular terror. However, being dragged into traffic by a hyperactive wolf hound who was apparently afraid of roller blades had not even occurred to him.
"HEEL, CHI! HEEL!" Eiji bellowed and then yelped as the dog went off the curb and so did he, nearly falling and then nearly being run over by a Mercedes that honked at him. Eiji didn't even have time to stop him as he was pulled onto another curb, howled, and continued to tear full speed down the sidewalk.
"Damnit I can't stop until you do!"
But Chi would hear none of it. Eiji once again tried to disentangle his hand from the leash but had to dodge a small flock of teenagers, a man with a sign board which nearly ended up in Eiji's face and two old ladies with handbags.
"Sorry!" Eiji called, trying to bow, trying to claw the leash from his wrist. And then they crested a long rolling hill, the bottom of which was a major intersection. Good thing Eiji's heart had left him somewhere under the Mercedes or he would had a heart attack.
"SHIIIIIIIIIIIIT!"
Time: Afternoon
Place: Before Sano's apartment, in front Sano’s apartment, past Sano's apartment located in a ‘better’ New Meiji neighborhood
Characters: Sanosuke, Eiji, a really big dog
In his short twenty-three years on this Earth, Eiji had thought of the many ways he could end up dead. Shooting was high up on that list. Random murder. Faulty elevators were a particular terror. However, being dragged into traffic by a hyperactive wolf hound who was apparently afraid of roller blades had not even occurred to him.
"HEEL, CHI! HEEL!" Eiji bellowed and then yelped as the dog went off the curb and so did he, nearly falling and then nearly being run over by a Mercedes that honked at him. Eiji didn't even have time to stop him as he was pulled onto another curb, howled, and continued to tear full speed down the sidewalk.
"Damnit I can't stop until you do!"
But Chi would hear none of it. Eiji once again tried to disentangle his hand from the leash but had to dodge a small flock of teenagers, a man with a sign board which nearly ended up in Eiji's face and two old ladies with handbags.
"Sorry!" Eiji called, trying to bow, trying to claw the leash from his wrist. And then they crested a long rolling hill, the bottom of which was a major intersection. Good thing Eiji's heart had left him somewhere under the Mercedes or he would had a heart attack.
"SHIIIIIIIIIIIIT!"
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Giving the area a quick visual scan, looking for movement, for a glimpse of a recognizable coat color, it wasn’t long before the former mission specialist zeroed in on his target, who was just romping around the corner of a building on the next block.
Sano leaped into action, giving chase, his long legs flying over the pavement, almost as if he was carried by the wind. Making a beeline to where he’d last seen the animal, he whipped around the corner only to be confronted with a dog, nose in a fast food container from Bakufu Burgers trying to lick every drop of anything edible from the box.
Sano just stood there and laughed. The dog was busted by his stomach, reminding the man of the times when he’d let the need to find some grub cloud his thinking, too. “Party’s over, bud.” Slipping off his belt, Sano made a loop and put it around the dog’s neck. Grabbing the end, using it as a short leash, he gave a little tug.
“Come on you --mutt, purebred or whatever you are. You got a kid waitin’ on you who’s terrified that he’s gon’na catch hell over your errant behavior, if somebody named Lee-san finds out about this.”
With that, Sano returned to where he’d left the newspaper kid, hoping the kid was still there, ‘cause the last thing Sano needed was to dog-sit for the rest of the day.