CSI: Furdom

[Vosur Aekira]

((It's how they are said that gives them their meaning... and if they are offensive or not))

Vosur stops and turns back to Jude. "You wouldn't happen to have a female-body-conforming second-chance vest?"

Marie's ears perked when Vosur turned back and requested the vest from Jude. "Hm? Oh... I see." She giggles a bit and waits on both of them.

[Jude Wolfshiem]

In response Jude dragged a female cut Kevlar vest out of the store closet. "Here you are, I pray you don't need it"

[Vosur Aekira]

Marie accepts the vest then starts for a bathroom to put it on. "Unfortunately, I know why he's asking about it... me. I don't exactly have one that 'fits' back home." She opens the door to the bathroom and goes in.

Vosur shrugs and smiles as he looks to Jude. "I figured she didn't have any from when I found her 'drop-off' clothing. She came minimally prepared."

[Dr. Strange]

{ohh, opps}
She watched the crowd with growing hatred and growled low in her throat. Darn humans. Worthless...[/color]

Edited. The connotation you used has the intention for cursing.
Vosur

{srry vos.}

[Jude Wolfshiem]

Jude sighed in stress. Why couldn't everyone just shut up and have fun...Well maybe not shut up, amusement parks were meant for screaming and laughter. She bought a linguica sausage and bit into it, starving for something besides bad coffee

[Vosur Aekira]

Waiting for Marie, Vosur looks around the station as he thinks on what they should do next. "If it is them... it won't be hard getting their 'favor'... but it won't be easy to identify them to the police."

[Jude Wolfshiem]

She paced around her office, feeling rather exhausted, and ate her linguica, then polished it off with a bag of dark chocolate m&ms

[Vosur Aekira]

Marie came out, wearing clothing that would make the vest less visible as it contoured her body. "What do you think?"

"Erm.." Vosur's expression was obvious as he couldn't say much more, being completely removed from his train of thought.

((Jude, I'm sorry for any delays... I will be extremely busy from what's going on in IMVU.))

[Jude Wolfshiem]

Jude waved at them and departed, heading for a little R and R at The Skulking Pigeon Irish Pub. When she arrived, a blonde-maned wolf was hunched over a litter of empty pint mugs at the bar. She slid int oa booth and kicked back, awaiting her customary order of everything fried and a stiff Martini.
Posted on: September 18, 2007, 05:16:50 AMMikhail the waiter, set down her tray of fried oysters, shrimp, potato skins, onion blossom, and cream cheese wontons, then a basket of buffalo chicken strips with carrots and celery and cool ranch/bleu cheese dip. She popped a potato skin into her mouth and gazed at the wolf

[Avuneon]

Name: Collin Mangan
Age: 29
Species: Wolf
Physical Descrition: Tall, but not overly so, long strawberry blonde hair.  Floor length duster.
Status: Inebriated


Sitting at the end of the bar at the Skulking Pigeon, two pint glasses in front of him. One glass is empty, and the other is close to being the same.  Air travel never sat with Collin very well.  "Wolves ne'er meant t' fly," he mutters before throwing back a shot of whiskey and draining his pint.

[Jude Wolfshiem]

Jude looked over at the wolf, wondering what he was talking about. Flying? He was truly in his cups. "Hey, buddy. You, with the hair. Wanna split this platter, its a bit too much for just me."

[Avuneon]

Looking over at the other wolf he wonders if her colour betrays her origins.  "I suppose so.  What're we eating tonight?"  His Irish accent as thick as clam chowder.

[Jude Wolfshiem]

"Sweet, delicious junk food. I got a deal cut with the owner, I have an unlimited tab in exchange for free patrol and interrogation rights. The name's Jude Wolfshiem, I'm chief of police in this town. Nice to meet you. Ireland, I assume?"

[Avuneon]

He picks up a buffalo strip and pops it in his mouth.  "Aye!  I got my tail off the plane..." he pauses while counting numerous pints, "... nigh two hours ago.  You 'ave fam'ly from my way?"  He is obviously indicating her red colour.  After nibbling on some of the onion blossom, he adjusts his rather long suitcase to be out of the way of people passing by.

[Jude Wolfshiem]

"Nay, I'm Welsh, Saudi and Hawaiian, but more than likely a brave and bonny Irish lad or lass got into the bed of a long forgotten ancestor, as they tend to do, meaning no offense. What brings you stateside?"