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The Park, Wednesday Afternoon

Okay, look. Contrary to popular belief, April didn't actually feel completely apathetic about everything. She liked some things. Like violent movies. And doing her nails. And booze. And her dog, Cliff. And human rights. You know, stuff like that.

What that meant on this particular afternoon was that April was in a pretty good mood as she took Cliff through the park. It also meant that her 'I Voted' sticker was still stuck to her jeans, since she'd been up ridiculously late last night watching TV and hadn't noticed yet.

Whatever. Cliff wasn't judging, neither should you.

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It was probably a good thing Cliff wasn't judgey, because Lucky wasn't exactly the coolest looking dog around. He'd healed enough that he wasn't all bandaged up, but he was still hobbling a little as Clint walked him through the park. "Hey," he said, giving April a wave when he spotted her.

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And Cliff only had three legs, so... star-crossed BFFs?

Or something. Whatever, they were both adorable.

"Hey," April said, grinning a little despite herself when she spotted Lucky. "Cute dog."

"You too." It wasn't every day Clint saw a dog that was worse off than his. "Lucky, play nice."

Lucky, for his part, was content to sniff at Cliff and then settle down back next to Clint. He was kind of lazy that way.

"Cliff, don't, like, drool on him or whatever." Because he was also lazy. It sort of came with belonging to April.

"Guy, right?" she checked. Meaning Clint's name, not Lucky.

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"Close, but no. Guy's my evil ginger twin who's sometimes a hooker." Sorry Guy, he wasn't letting that one go any time soon. "I'm Clint, I help run the gym."

"That would explain why I've never seen you," April said mildly. Because oh god, exercise. Then she introduced herself, "April. Did you say hooker?"

And here she'd had no idea this island had evil twins or prostitutes!

"Things were a little crazy last weekend," Clint explained. "I don't think he's a prostitute most of the time. Probably."

"Oh, right, like with Jono and the ~~meta for~~ Annie crap," April recalled. "Well, sucks about his face. And the whole ginger thing, that has to look weird on you."

That was totes a compliment.

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"It kind of does. That's why I'm the good twin. Also, I have a dog, so I think that automatically makes me win." Lucky picked his head up and barked softly, almost in agreement.

"Oh, of course," April said with certainty, absently scratching Cliff's head when he perked up at the barking sound. "All people without dogs are losers. Isn't that right, Cliff?"

Cliff just looked at her in encouragement of the scratching that was going on.

Clint laughed at that, and motioned to Cliff. "So, what happened to him?" he asked, hoping he wasn't prying or anything.

April didn't seem like she thought he was prying. On the contrary, she actually looked up from the dog to pay attention and talk to Clint like a human being. Weird. "Not sure, actually," she admitted. "I found him that weekend with all the animals showing up in plastic balls, and he was already like this."

She shrugged. "How about yours?"

"He fought a car and lost, and his previous owner was the one who threw him out there," Clint said, still looking a little angry just thinking about it. "I decided he'd be better off with me instead. I didn't tell my housemate first, but I think she's forgiven me. She got a kitten from that whole animals in balls thing, so she can't really talk."

"Holy fucking shit," April said eloquently, her hand stilling in Cliff's fur for a minute. "What an asshole. Did you beat him up?"

"Yeah, actually, I did." And a bunch of his buddies too, but that seemed like a little much to mention to April. Clint found himself petting Lucky too, and scratching behind his ear in a way he'd found made his tail wag. "It was pretty cathartic, I have to admit. And they lost an awesome dog, even if he does have weird eating habits. I think he likes pizza more than I do."

"Well. Good." Because April could be apathetic about... most things, really, but not fuckheads who threw their dogs in front of cars. Really now. "He seems okay now. I like the name."

Seemed kind of fitting, all things considered.

"After everything he went through, there wasn't really another choice," Clint said. "What about you, how'd you decide on Cliff?"

April looked a little sheepish. "He does this thing," she explained, "where he'll, like, sit on the couch, but put his head on the floor so he's all slanty. Looks kind of like a cliff."

There was also a small possibility that she'd been a tiny bit intoxicated when she'd come up with the name.

Clint laughed, but he wasn't judging, honestly. "I was tempted to name this guy Pizza Dog, but I figured he needed a real name in case he ever runs away from me and I have to call him back." Yes, Lucky, Clint had high hopes for your mobility.

"Yeah, makes sense," April agreed. "Plus Pizza Dog sounds kind of like mall food, and I think it's bad karma to name your dog after something people eat."

Yeah, Oreos and Cupcakes of the world, she was looking at you.

"That's a good point. He's been through enough already. Thankfully, the weird crap that happens here doesn't seem to affect him." I mean, not that Clint would have known if his dog thought he was super dramatic for a weekend, but still.

"If it helps at all, I think he could make big bucks being a dog hooker," April teased. Deadpan-like, as was April's style, but the fact that it was teasing should still be clear. "Poodles definitely go for that look."

What.

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Clint gave April a playful pout, and crouched down to put his arms around Lucky. "You bite your tongue. No poodle's getting near him. He's not that kind of classy."

"Tsk," April clucked. "Benevolent priest-slash-orphanage owner, maybe? Or whatever other drama queen shenanigans people were screwing around with this weekend?"

"Clearly, Lucky was a prince. Maybe he and Cliff were both princes. That was apparently a thing," Clint said with a laugh.

"Well, Cliff was in Indiana," April said. "With me, escaping the insanity." Not that she'd planned it, but it sounded cooler to imply that she had. "But he could've been one anyway. What do you think, maybe he could've lost the leg in some royal battle for a crown or something? Maybe some ~~meta for~~ Game of Thrones shit going on?"

"Oh totally. He looks exactly that fierce." Hey, there had to be a badass story behind the missing leg, right? "You're lucky you guys managed to escape."

"It took effort," April said. Well... Portalocity had stuck her with a layover in Delaware? "Good thing I've been preparing zombie evasion strategies since high school. Crazy drama queens are like the same level of unstirringly self-involved."

Or so she heard.

"What was your deal, anyway? Besides the twin thing."

"I was a cop, which wasn't that bad, I guess. But I ended up offering to protect someone from getting addicted to gum, and agreeing to arrest a guy for standing up his date." Clint sighed and shook his head. "I just really prefer to be me, you know?"

"Yeah, seriously," said April. "The island's only fucked me over once with being different for a few days, but that's enough. Ugh. Pass."

She shrugged. "Could've been worse than a cop, though. Seriously, my friend woke up on Monday in a fake orphanage surrounded by other people's babies."

"Had he stolen the babies, or did people accidentally give them to him?" Because there was an important distinction to be made there.

"I think during the insanity the babies were orphans," April shrugged. "Or something. Kind of disturbing to think the island probably just moved them."

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"Yeah, that is a little freaky to think about. I'd like to be blamed for my own inability to wake up where I'm supposed to be, thank you very much," Clint said.

"The island could at least wait to screw with us until after nights of mass drinking or something," April agreed. "Then at least it's like we got drunk and did it to ourselves."

She was starting to learn that Fandom culture wasn't huge on accountability. Sigh.

"So how long've you been here, anyway?"

Clint made a face as he thought about it, counting out the months on his fingers. "A little over five months, I guess? Longer than I expected, to be honest. What about you?"

"About the same." Which, yeah, was super-weird. "You'd think it'd've run out of ways to freak us out by now."

Oh, poor, naive April.

"Yeeeah. There are people at home who want to know how I'm doing here--" That was the nicest way he could put Fury's request for him to keep tabs on things. "--and I'm occasionally at a loss as to what to tell them."

April gave a knowing nod. "I find deadpanning the truth is a great way to freak people out," she shared. "Which may or may not be your goal, but."

It was hers.

Edited 2012-11-10 02:50 (UTC)

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