[[ooc; In this meeting: Carla will introduce your girlface to Rex, give her a key to the apartment, discuss payment, and deliver any other instructions she deems needed. Dog-walking duties are to be shared with Gazelle, which Carla will explain.]]
[Whenever it is the girl knocks on the door, a voice will call out that she is coming and a dog will yip eagerly, though the time between then and the door opening will stretch. The reason for the delay is obvious, as Carla seems to have been badly injured recently. One broken leg, one broken arm, stitches across her brow and a host of other very recent wounds. She'd prefer not to talk about that right now though, and just hobbles back on her crutches to sit at the large kitchen table. The 'dog,' still juvenile in size, sits down next to her chair politely, but is clearly eager to snuffle the visitor.]
[And as promised, Mindy shows up and knocks and waits to be let in. She's a small kid, barely within the typical height range for someone her age but she carries herself with confidence. A lot of it. She gets a good look at Carla's injuries but says nothing. Considering how bad her own injuries were after the incident at the D'Amico hotel a while back and considering how said injuries were obtained, Mindy just isn't one to pry unless there is something worrying about them. And to be polite, she reintroduces herself.]
Hi. I'm Mindy, from the other day.
The dog gets a good look, too. One of confusion and curiosity.] I've never seen an animal like that before. He's gorgeous.
[Carla does not like children, as a general rule, but her desire to have Rex looked after has trumped her natural inclination to scorn them at all times. She has to reach across her body in order to give the mutt a pat on the head.]
I don't know what he is. [Fins on his head and little wings tracing his forelegs.] We picked him up in the desert before coming back here.
[But she doesn't really want to talk about that either, so she gives Rex a nudge and tells him to go say hello. He obeys her easily, puppy feet prancing along to come mush his face at Mindy.]
There are two of you girls, you're going to be completely in charge of him. One of you needs to be here, every day. I'll give you Gazelle's number, you can work that out between yourselves.
[Mindy hasn't been a child in years. Physically, sure. Otherwise? Nope. It's not there at all. Still, she manages to give Rex a pat and a grin and a few 'hey, buddy! you're a good boy, aren't ya?' before turning her attention to Carla again. She listens, nodding politely. Memorizing details and the like.]
Okay. I'll call her later today and work out the details and then get back to you. How often does he eat and need to go out and all?
Right now he eats about three times a day. [Growing puppies need their chow.] If he's let out after each, he should be fine.
[Ugh, and now she has to get back up and limp into the kitchen. The apartment is mostly open, the kitchen looking onto the dining room which is set split-level just above the living room. She nudges open one of the cabinets, a medium sized bag of kibble in there. The fridge in the corner gets pulled open to display the shelf in the door with some cans of dog-glop. The dog bowl and water dish are already plainly visible, on the floor with a towel beneath them.]
This is what I have left. There will always be money lying around for more, independent of your pay.
[Back to her chair, all the while Rex has been nuzzling Mindy's shins. He's very needy after being here alone for a week and a half.]
Which will be in cash, paid at the start of the month, the same amount for both of you irregardless of who does what.
[She picks up a little brown envelope, one of two and offers it out, metallic things clinking inside. Several violet pieces and a key.]
[Mindy took the money, counting it quickly and carefully tucking the key in a small pocket. She planned on getting a chain for it after all was said and done here. And she was remembering everything. Where everything was, how much and when the dog ate. She was even smiling a bit, still petting Rex gently.]
I'll make sure things are even between Gazelle and myself.
[She doesn't want things to be unfair. One of them overpaid and one of them underpaid. At least she had that going for her.]
[It doesn't matter to Carla, as long as the dog gets taken care of and she's willing to throw as much money as necessary at the problem. Unwilling to get up again, Carla motions towards the far end of the couch where a leash is lying over the arm of it.]
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Date: 2012-05-24 04:10 am (UTC)[ attachment::directions.kml ]
come meet the dog, any time today.
carla
[[ooc; In this meeting: Carla will introduce your girlface to Rex, give her a key to the apartment, discuss payment, and deliver any other instructions she deems needed. Dog-walking duties are to be shared with Gazelle, which Carla will explain.]]
[Whenever it is the girl knocks on the door, a voice will call out that she is coming and a dog will yip eagerly, though the time between then and the door opening will stretch. The reason for the delay is obvious, as Carla seems to have been badly injured recently. One broken leg, one broken arm, stitches across her brow and a host of other very recent wounds. She'd prefer not to talk about that right now though, and just hobbles back on her crutches to sit at the large kitchen table. The 'dog,' still juvenile in size, sits down next to her chair politely, but is clearly eager to snuffle the visitor.]
This is Rex.
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Date: 2012-05-24 12:08 pm (UTC)[And as promised, Mindy shows up and knocks and waits to be let in. She's a small kid, barely within the typical height range for someone her age but she carries herself with confidence. A lot of it. She gets a good look at Carla's injuries but says nothing. Considering how bad her own injuries were after the incident at the D'Amico hotel a while back and considering how said injuries were obtained, Mindy just isn't one to pry unless there is something worrying about them. And to be polite, she reintroduces herself.]
Hi. I'm Mindy, from the other day.
The dog gets a good look, too. One of confusion and curiosity.] I've never seen an animal like that before. He's gorgeous.
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Date: 2012-05-24 06:39 pm (UTC)I don't know what he is. [Fins on his head and little wings tracing his forelegs.] We picked him up in the desert before coming back here.
[But she doesn't really want to talk about that either, so she gives Rex a nudge and tells him to go say hello. He obeys her easily, puppy feet prancing along to come mush his face at Mindy.]
There are two of you girls, you're going to be completely in charge of him. One of you needs to be here, every day. I'll give you Gazelle's number, you can work that out between yourselves.
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Date: 2012-05-24 06:58 pm (UTC)Okay. I'll call her later today and work out the details and then get back to you. How often does he eat and need to go out and all?
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Date: 2012-05-24 07:12 pm (UTC)[Ugh, and now she has to get back up and limp into the kitchen. The apartment is mostly open, the kitchen looking onto the dining room which is set split-level just above the living room. She nudges open one of the cabinets, a medium sized bag of kibble in there. The fridge in the corner gets pulled open to display the shelf in the door with some cans of dog-glop. The dog bowl and water dish are already plainly visible, on the floor with a towel beneath them.]
This is what I have left. There will always be money lying around for more, independent of your pay.
[Back to her chair, all the while Rex has been nuzzling Mindy's shins. He's very needy after being here alone for a week and a half.]
Which will be in cash, paid at the start of the month, the same amount for both of you irregardless of who does what.
[She picks up a little brown envelope, one of two and offers it out, metallic things clinking inside. Several violet pieces and a key.]
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Date: 2012-05-24 09:24 pm (UTC)I'll make sure things are even between Gazelle and myself.
[She doesn't want things to be unfair. One of them overpaid and one of them underpaid. At least she had that going for her.]
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Date: 2012-05-24 09:43 pm (UTC)He knows how to walk on a leash.
[Don't let him fool you otherwise :|]