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Post by ozzy on Jun 24, 2007 11:15:00 GMT -5
If anyone were concerned, today I was stationed in the junkyard, my usual haunt. Some hounds had taken to calling me the "J-yard ghost," or " The don of the metal hounds." Of course, I had been here longer than most of them. But I wasn't a bragger, therefore I merely let them tell their stories in silence. If they made me a god, let them, and if they put me down, then let bygones be bygones. I could care less. A seasoned street stray now, I'd been in the city for 5 years of my own accord. I loved it out there. The danger, the adventure. The ability to build my wits, agility, status. Silently I settled atop the carcass of a maimed car, and watched the entrance to the yard lazily, yawning a few times. After a while, my jaw positioned itself atop my paws, and my eyes half closed. Some company would be nice, maybe a few pups I could tell stories to, or teach. I liked pups. And other dogs, though lately I was rather antisocial. Probably due to the recent attack of the dog catcher. He'd caught quite a few last time, and I was laying low...
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Post by chica on Jun 24, 2007 11:52:25 GMT -5
The light stepping dog made her way 'round the chain link fence along the sidewalk loose fitting choker chain with her "information" hung around her neck jangling a bit. She had a curious yet mabey sligtly intimidated look to her eyes. But other than that she was a regal, aristocratic picture in herself....Any half-wit could tell she lived in the large houses, she spent a great deal of time out and about there walking her human down the sidewalks. Though she'd go off on her own all the time to her owners dismay of course...Letting her nose do the traveling she sought her way around this part of town quite unfamiliar with it though not lost...never lost...even if she was she wouldnt admit it...Her white coat only glowing more with the piles of trash around her
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Post by Phantom on Jun 24, 2007 11:53:52 GMT -5
This was a realatively new area for me, so I had to be cautious. Of course, anyone watching me wouldn't think I was being cautious. They'd just see the confident smile, the spring in my step - all the usual image that I upheld constantly. Inwardly I wasn't so sure. All my senses were on high alert, ears, nose and eyes straining for any sign of danger or hostility.
I wasn't really worried though. After you've seen so many streets, you've seen them all. Even so, a change was good from the old part of town that I used to live in. It got too boring; the same people, the same faces...the same annoying siblings forever turning to you for advice. At least this way I was fully out on my own; fully free.
And here came another pleasant surprise to my wanderings. A junkyard, seemingly empty...
I came to a halt as I spotted another canine, lying atop what had previously been a car. Okay, not quite so empty then. In a second I took in that he was male, a little older than me, and for the moment not posing any threat. I gathered together my default personality, gave him my best winning smile, and said
"Hello!"
[Ooc| Hmm...I've never done first-person rping before. I thought I'd use this as an experiment, and I like it! x3]
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Post by ozzy on Jun 24, 2007 14:04:28 GMT -5
I lifted my skull akwardly, completely forgetting my previous thoughts and emotions. There were more around, and two unfamiliar canines appeared in my view. The more primped, obviously human-owned dog was furthest away, so I decided to only regard her if she neared. However, another was closer, and was trying to interact with me. I mustn't have appeared as wolf like and intimidating as usual, because the curious thing almost approached me openly. I was glad. She didn't seem a threat either, and I was joyed that she didn't take me as one either. But I was slow to show my feelings, standing slowly and stiffly with a dominant air.
" Hello.."
I eventually came open, and bounded off the hood of the car. My carcass landed with a dull thump on it's feet, yet I didn't approach her, merely waited for any further interactions. Meanwhile, I glanced at the poodle. What an odd looking canine, though I didn't dare say this openly.
[ooc; yes, lol. first person can let you have a lot more detail sometimes -shrug- I only use it on forums, though....oh, and I felt the papyrus font was a bit too fancy for a j-yard dog. lol.]
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Post by Phantom on Jun 24, 2007 14:19:29 GMT -5
He wasn't overly friendly, which was a good thing. I can't stand it when dogs immediately act like they're your bestest buddy and like you've known each other for years. Still, he wasn't charging at me and planning to attack me either, which was also a good thing. So I might as well stay civil.
"My name's Cassy. What's yours?"
I asked brightly, before turning my head as I noticed the other dog. Immediately she was labelled 'Miss Prissy' in my head, and I snickered inwardly at the thought of calling her that. She looked about as far away from me lifestyle-wise as it was possible to be. I added, with an undertone of contempt in my voice:
"And you are?"
[Ooc| Yeah, I'll probably only use it on this site as well, considering I'm already doing a different one on my other site...]
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Post by ozzy on Jun 24, 2007 14:47:43 GMT -5
I didn't respond as soon as the question was asked. Instead, I went over the name in my mind, remembered how she looked, and stored it away for future reference. It was more than likely that I'd see her again anyways, and it always helped to remember things. A 'grin' stretched it's way across my mug as I turned my eyes to the poodle and watched for any reaction to Cassie's words.
"Name's Ozzy. Pleasure, Cassie....yes, and you are?"
I gave an apprehensive expression to the poodle, my tones filled with more curiosity than contempt, though it was apparent that I didn't think highly of owned canines.
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Post by chica on Jun 24, 2007 15:21:21 GMT -5
The homel white bunch of fur saw the two come into view only moments before their ocals rang out. Her clipped and groomed ears only perking forward slightly with interest. She seemed to be curious, she'd realy never ventured this far to know. As she neared the jangling around her neck even with her light step became more apparent as her tags clanked together. Her steps ....not slow nor quick and quite fluid.
Angel, im Angel, and what a greeting
She replied at the almost bit of hostility or tease in Cassies voice. She was used to the prety -non-fondness of poodles with other dogs of course where she was, even where she normally wondered t'wasnt normal to even see another dog...not a "real" dog at least.....lest there were some chuahuas some other toy breeds but nothing that angel would associate herself with, she couldnt find anyone in the western block who would associate themselves with those rodents!
Her blue visions next turned towards the wolf-like creature which realy did look a bit out of the ordinary, Angel threw that aside for a moment curious about the two medium-large sized dogs though not throwing caution to the wind either. She knew she could be a bit sassy, prissy she wasnt sure about but.
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Post by Phantom on Jun 24, 2007 15:51:12 GMT -5
I smirked inwardly at Ozzy's response to the other female, 'Angel'. Puh. Angel. Typical name for a housepet, especially one of her breeding. At least Ozzy was of the same opinion as me, and that gave me the little extra courage to ask innocently:
"I'm sorry, did I appear rude?"
I acted badly enough that any fool would know I was lying. I wasn't sorry at all. In fact, I was cheering myself on. I eyed her warily, wondering if I would be able to pull off an attack on the larger female. I wasn't a good fighter, even street life hadn't improved that part of me, but with one who was inexperienced enough...well, it would be an easy victory, even for me. But I resolved not to attack her. Well, not until she started getting annoying.
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Post by ozzy on Jun 24, 2007 16:54:28 GMT -5
Soon enough I grew bored of the open hostility, and regained my post atop the metal heap, sitting upon my haunches. My golden eyes switched from Angel to Cassie occasionally, eyeing them warily. Nothing was to break out among them in my presence, and I would let them know right away if it took a turn that way. But for now, I just watched them from the corner of my eyes, now examining the sky more than anything. But before we scared her away, I decided to speak.
"Hello, Angel. Welcome to the big-top world, and the place where a dog can be a dog."
A smirk formed across my face and I was aware of it, snorting inwardly at myself. My tail coiled around my hips and I sat there, raised up on my front padders still. Once again my gaze averted to Cassie, auds half pinned to my skull in relaxation. I'd done enough excurions today, and it was break time.
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Post by chica on Jun 24, 2007 18:14:19 GMT -5
The femme' looked at Cassie. She could tell that the other dog didnt find much to like about her. And 't drove Angel nuts at time to see the judgement in others eyes. Though thee was nothing she could change about who she was so she never realy cared. She knew better to get into conflict with the female so she tried to soothe her temper for the moment being
no....not 't all she said. Yes she played the part of a poodle without even knowing it.... If she were a person she'd probablyhave a french accent if she didnt now......
Her attention turned back to "ozzy" and she had to go over his name in her mind...she already got cassies down obviously as she seemed not to like her that much, not Angels problem.... who knows that could always change. .....but hearin ozzy she was a bit confused. Well Angel was a bit like "a blonde" or it could just be the fact she realy didnt get around.....as it was quite easy to see....
is there a place where a dog cant be a dog? she asked innocently eneough stepping closer curiosity in her eyes. Surely she'd always been a dog was there something special about this place.... Her nose searched about a moment, taking in the scents of the junkyard
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Post by ozzy on Jun 24, 2007 21:44:48 GMT -5
I stood up on the hood of the car and eyed Angel. She was sniffing around the junkyard, and even though I didn't care for primped poodles, I felt regard for her.
" Don't get too comfortable in this place, dollface. You need to be streetwise to come in here too often."
My golden eyes focused on her with a sternness, tail stiffened. I was only trying to protect the unseasoned hound, but if she took it as an insult that was her problem, not mine. I knew what I'd meant and she couldn't say I didn't warn her.
" There's some rats bigger'n you back there, and some canines you wouldn't really wanna meet. Trust me, they only listen to me 'cause they think I'm the "don" 'o the junkyard. Just cause I'm part wolf."
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Post by chica on Jun 24, 2007 21:55:20 GMT -5
She looked at him if she was offended she wasnt even sure...She was quite shy but she still couldnt be told something from another...besides she'd come out here not to just be told to leave....though that ther side of her very pet-like and composed told her to e cautious...mabey she should just come home and lye on the couch for a while....it would probably be a better idea.
i may be a poodle.....but i think im capable of taking care of myself she told him with a nod of her chin. then looking about.....rats bigger tha her? could that be? there was a bit of caution that appeared in her expression though her curiosity was growing quicker than a wildfire within her eyes as she heard him....she realy didnt know if he was tlling the truth or pulling her tail again but it was obvious to tell she was interested...she sat on her haunches watching him a grin spreading pon her mouth and if i cant then i guess its only my own fault now isn't t' she said crania tilting
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Post by Phantom on Jun 25, 2007 1:37:41 GMT -5
I sighed inwardly, shaking my head in amusement. I could almost have this convesation in my head, there wasn't a need for the housepet to answer anything I said. Even as I thought that about Angel, my respect for Ozzy rose. He obviously knew what he was doing, and that was something I admired.
I lay down boredly, seemingly disinterested with what was going on around me. Of course, my ears pricked up at the mention of rats. Rats were good to hunt and kill. Then again...if they were bigger than the poodle they were certainly bigger than me. That's some big rats. I looked around warily, half-expecting one to jump out at me.
"You're part wolf?
I enquired of Ozzy. It wasn't that I minded. He didn't exactly look the type to suddenly lose it and end up attacking everything in sight, which was what I'd heard wolves did. No, I didn't mind, I was just interested.
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Post by ozzy on Jun 25, 2007 9:06:36 GMT -5
I felt my skull tilt to the side at Angel, and a brow rose. That was one brave housepet, I could give her that much. But she'd have to earn my respect if she wanted any. And foolishly venturing into a place unknown was not the best start to get points. I admired her inquisitiveness, too however.
" Alright then, pup. You go on ahead back there, and if I don't hear one shreik from you, I'll give ya one of my bones."
Disconcerted now, I looked over to the bored appearing Cassie. It was amusing how she seperated herself from the conversation and appeared to not really hear anything. But I knew she was listening. Before answering her, my shoulders gave a shrug. Why, a dog knew without a human's help whether he was part wolf or not. Even though I'd heard it from my human when I was a puppy.
" Yes, part wolf. Goes way back into my lines or something I guess. Only got a little in me, but it's feral all the same."
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Post by chica on Jun 25, 2007 10:57:47 GMT -5
Angel watched as they ontinued to criticize her though the silence seemed to move from the male to the femme there. She didnt appreciate it but she was holding herself from being intimidated either....She decided to move on, find her own way around. She got up shaking a bit before making her way past the slowly her nose leading hte way again her curiosity close behind...she dissapeared the only noise left was the sound of her chain around her neck jangling.
A loud jangle could be heard every now and again as she'd see something that intimidated or frightened her a bit. She kept on her way though, she knew she'd probably have to pass them again later to get out through the gates again but for now she was just scowering around
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