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Post by Tsavo on Aug 20, 2008 23:11:50 GMT -5
Ryan.Kael.Riggs.
It was just about five p.m., meaning that everything was finally cooling down from the summer heat. He sighed in relief, eyes set forward as they scanned the sidewalk before the boy stepped out the door and closed the door behind him gently. He giggled the handle one to make sure that he had locked it, as he knew many of his old friends that wouldn't mind breaking a bit of his stuff. While normally he wouldn't of cared, he now had someone else to take care of and was getting himself right on track. However that didn't mean that he had exactly changed, at least not in very many ways.
He used a swift hand to move the bangs that came in front of his face, carefully sliding them a little to the side so that they held the same appearance, but did not run down into his face. He didn't know why, but man did he prefer when his hair was longer. Running a hand over his gray T-shirt, the boy finally took the steps that would take him to the sidewalk and then lead him toward his destination. However, as he took a step to turn right and head down the sidewalk, the boy didn't even think about what was on the other end of the red leash that dangled loosely from his right hand. Nearly stepping on his puppy, the boy forward, barely catching himself before his face ate concrete. His loose jeans snagged onto the low wall edge at his side and for a half a second, he was so stunned, he wasn't sure what to do.
However, he quickly snapped back, and with a heavy laugh, picked himself back up and bent over to pet the darkly coloured female that rubbed her head against his leg to ensure his safety. "Haha, thanks, girl." He chuckled, then continued to walk forward, the herder following exactly next to his leg, no matter how much of the lead he gave her to wander. Well, that was always good. The boy wore a warm smile and his bright blue eyes watched before them for anything that could bring danger to his new love, Kerosene. As he looked down, his eyes met the brown ones of the female and he received a bark, retorting with a quick chuckle before he realized how short the walk was and that he was already at the entrance to the dog run.
The double doors ensured that this was the entrance, as there was only one, ensuring owners that their canine's were perfectly safe behind the walls. He softly opened the gate and made his way in, immediately closing the entrance behind him and then dropping down to the dirt so he could un-clip the red leash from the bright red collar on his canine's neck. Checking the tag to make sure it had her name, his address, and her ID number on it, the teen rubbed the female's head, just between her ears and motioned that she could go and play before he wandered over to a bench and plopped down on his butt to watch his puppy play with the other.
[/size][/color] Kerosene.
The small black Lapponian Herder trotted at her master's side, often looking up at him and his soft appearance. No one really ever spoke to them, making her only more protective, but she alright with that. Her paws moved happily forward as they took off toward the sidewalk, only she didn't notice the turn and her dear owner, Ryan, ended up falling as he tried not to step on her. "Sorry" She whined softly, knowing that he probably wouldn't understand her. Ears drooped a bit, only to perk back as Ryan picked himself up and took off with a good laugh like nothing had happened.
Her tail wagged madly behind her as she was pleased to be going somewhere, to get a chance out of the house, since Ryan had yet to earn the money for a yard. She didn't mind though, as she wasn't ever really that hyper unless played with. Her ears were set forward as her brown eyes scanned around, occasionally rising to meet Ryan's blue ones in curiosity as to where they were going. Suddenly, she found herself standing before the entrance to some large place. Within moments, she found herself locked inside with Ryan rubbing her head and removing her leash. He then motioned for her to scamper off and enjoy herself, play around and have a good time. However, the pup really just sat there... a little curious as too what she was supposed to do. Was he really asking her to play with the mutts here?
She shook her coat, happy that at least the sand seemed to have been cleaned this morning. Quickly, she then sprinted off after Ryan, her tongue softly lolling from her muzzle as she came up and placed her paws upon his knees, obviously seeking the comfort that his hand brought when it ran over her head and back. With a final sigh from the pair, the two of them sat there, quite bored really, as Ryan wondered if something would happen and the pup, Kerosene, was just wondering when she would be taken back home so as the two of them could play again...
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Post by Rita/Candy on Aug 21, 2008 11:54:48 GMT -5
.:Ameria:.
Ameria stumbled out of her house onto the sidewalk, it was early and she was tired still. Her tiny rottie Casey was trotting way ahead of her and Ameria almost had to run after the tiny pup. She started to jog, barely holding on Casey's leash, the girl nearly tripped over a Lapponian Herder pup, Oops, aww, I'm so sorry! she apoligized, mostly to the pup, but then she heard the laughing..
Ameria looked up to see a man a little older than her, but younger than, let's say 30. He was the spitting image of her dad, long, handsome locks of hair, sharp yet laughing blue eyes, a great smile.. Wait, what was she doing? I'm sorry, I-I really didn't mean to, honest. |
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Post by .:Twisted:. on Aug 21, 2008 14:10:16 GMT -5
A small little black head popped out of a doggy bag but was quickly forced back inside "Stay in there!" the boy spoke as he sped walked to the park. He honestly did not want anyone to see his Yorke puppy. Mostly everyone who owned one was either a female or was gay, he didn't want to be confused with either. He still wanted to take his dog out and let it enjoy itself. He found a special connection with the little dog at the pet shop. The way it looked at him. There wasn't much else anyways.
He felt a small pinch at the tip of his finger. Drake's eyes widen as he pulled his hand away from Razor and held it in front of his hand. A small stream of blood ran down to the palm of his hand. He got angry and pulled the bag from underneath his arm and set it in front of him so that Razor's face was looking right at his "See, now you lost your privileges." Drake finished stuffing the little dog's head into the bag and zippered it up. Razor whimpered from the enclosed bag's air holes.
"Fine! Next time it's not going to be just your hand!" Razor barked from inside but to Drake's it was just muffled yowls. The small puppy set his paw in front of him and laid down as his body jerked from side to side with Drake's angry walking. He wished that he could just walk around like all the other dogs but Drake never approved.
Drake washed his hand at a nearby fountain and dried it with his pants. He set his hand on the handle of the double doors of the dog run. He twisted it and everyone in the run looked at him and searched for his dog. His eyes widen and he quickly opened the door and sat down in a bench. Everyone looked for his dog but he just held him bag on his lap. Playing it off, he took out his cell phone and began to talk to the empty line "Yes,I'm at the run. Please bring the Rottwiler dog". He nodded to the phone and closed it, setting it in his pocket. Everyone resumed their actions.
He opened his bag halfway and pretended not to know of it. The small little dog jolted out and started rolling in the sand. Drake looked away and pretended to be reading a magazine he brought but he was keeping one eye on Razor. His little paws made it's way to sniff another dog, a poodle dog. "Aww how cute!" the owner of the poodle spoke, a girl about 16 "Who's your mama, huh?" she said as Razor ran back to Drake and rolled at his feet. Drake looked scared "It's my girlfriend's dog!" he said rather loudly. The young girl stopped smiling and tended to her poodle without further words.
Razor looked up at Drake but he refused to look down at him. The small dog sighed and moved away from him, laying down under a bench. [/size] |
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Post by Tsavo on Aug 21, 2008 18:33:53 GMT -5
Kerosene.
The puppy looked around before allowing her eyes to rest on her human, keeping him carefully in her site, as she really couldn't care less about any of the dogs that scampered around here. She preferred to play with Ryan anyways, not some mongrels in the Run. Shaking her coat, she stood up and walked around, then turned softly, her paws shifting gently as she raised them and then placed them back down, a sort of smirk on her muzzle as she watched and waited for Ryan to sigh, agree, and then put her leash back on so that he could take her back home. Alas, it never happened.
A stumped look crossed her face as she stood there, but it didn't last long, as suddenly she found herself on her side in the sand. Growling in that cute, little, puppy way. She quickly scampered to her feet, hearing Ryan's soft laugh as he couldn't help it. However, the puppy really didn't mind, assuming the laughter was set toward the girl that had been so naive as to trip over her in the first place. Raising her head and then moving around Ryan's legs so that she was under the bench, she then looked at the original cause for all of it, the dumb Rottweiler that sat there tugging at the leash still around it's neck. "Hey mutt, watch where you're running!" Kerosene barked out, then smirked and lied down, resting her head on her forepaws with a sigh.
She then raised her head and poked it out from under the bench, happy that the human had at least apologized. It was then that she noticed the woman's focus was now on her boy. "Back off!" She growled at the person, taking a spot around the front of Ryan's legs and sitting just before his feet. It was then, that another human and his dog came to her site, a boy, about a year older than Ryan, sat there with a Yorkie at his feet. The boy seemed to be a little upset with the pup as he barked something out real loud.
[/size][/color] Ryan.Kael.Riggs.
As he sat there, Ryan watched Kerosene as she failed to take off and actually do anything. He rolled his eyes and couldn't believe that this was for real, he had spent all that time planning to bring her to the Dog Run and she didn't even bother to play. But why? She always ran around and played back at home... with him. Looking away a little confused about the whole manner, the boy didn't bother to pay attention as someone suddenly tripped over his poor puppy. However, he couldn't help but laugh as her own dog seemed to be trying to continue on with it's running and such. He quickly stood up, only to see his dog run under the bench and behind his feet just to bark out at the Rottweiler that stood on the other end of the leash that hung from the girl's hand.
He finally cut out his laughing and extended his right hand forward. "Haha, it's all alright." He said, taking in the fact that he was only about a year older than this girl. She had longer hair than many girls seemed to have now a-days, as it appeared as if every girl was going and cutting off their hair in these times. She wasn't bad looking, but he managed to hold eye contact as his eyes held their usual bright and happy look to them before he dropped them to his female as she came around his legs and let out one of her puppy growls. Picking her up with gentle hands, he held her close and smiled warmly. "See, she's fine." He added, as if to reassure the other teen that she hadn't done anything to hurt Kerosene. "By the way, I'm Ryan." He continued to speak and hold his warm grin, showing that all was forgiven and that his puppy would eventually get over it.
Suddenly, he noticed something going on at one of the other benches. A little Yorkie ran around this boy's legs, and while at first, he figured that it was just a random dog looking for a good petting, he suddenly heard the boy say something quite loud about the canine belonging to his girlfriend. With a laugh that he obviously tried to hold back, Ryan figured it was a lie right from the start, but didn't say anything and really just did his best to laugh and try to keep the other boy's attention off him as he gently placed his Lapponian Herder back down on the ground so that she could move around... not like she really did, since she seemed to prefer to sit around at his feet and leg sides.
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Post by Rita/Candy on Aug 21, 2008 21:03:27 GMT -5
 Casey
The tiny pup gasped as she was grumbled at by an obviously older pup, Hey, leave mom alone! she yipped quietly when the dog barked at her owner. It's OK to mess with me, but mom doesn't like loud noises! she whined..:Ameria:.
Oh, thanks, I didn't intend to hurt her, Casey was just going fast and I couldn't keep up with her. Again I'm sorry. She stopped apoligizing and took his hand, Thanks, I'm Ameria Dovell, nice to meet you. She got up and brushed herself off, then she looked at him and their eyes locked, Are you sure she's OK? she gently reached a shaking hand out to pet the beautiful dog. Ameria clicked her tongue for the whining Casey to come meet her new friend, and being as obedient as Casey was, she came with her tail low and head hanging. Come on, what's wrong? Ameria picked the puppy up and said, Sorry, she's just a bit scared, she warm up to you soon. |
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Post by .:Twisted:. on Aug 21, 2008 22:17:16 GMT -5
Drake looked around, paranoid. He decided to just ignored his dog and read the magazine, he'll leave and go play... Hopefully. He read his magazine which told gossips about his favorite bands and such. He loved these magazines.
Little Razor diced to move away from Drake.After all it looked as if that is what he wanted him to do. He scanned the park in search of some entertainment. He spotted a sheepdog and ran up to him happily. The dog looked down at him with bored eyes,most of his fur covered his face anyways. Razor bit onto his foot playfully but the dog bit down harder on to his leg. Razor yelped and limped away sadly. From the side of his eye he could see Drake's head jerk to his direction. He didn't wanted to see Drake at the moment and took a spot at the park to lick his paw clean. His mind drifted to things like food and toy but he quickly snapped back when he saw two people and two dogs, both puppies!
His tail waved like lighting and he bolted over to them, barking like mad. He craved attention and this was one of the ways he got his ways. "Hi!Hi!Hi!" he said jumping up and down between both people, reaching their chests. With each jumped he opened his mouth at the top and drool flew everywhere. This always made him happy, just the sight of his own spit. He stopped jumping on around the 7th jump and focused on the dogs. "Hi!" he said once more with an excited face. He was pleased to know they were puppies. All the older dogs didn't like to play.
Drake looked over his magazine, slightly and spotted the whole scene. His face turned bright red and his head lowered to the papers. He was surprised at his dog. Razor always acted like especially when new people came to the house. An old man got up and said to Drake "you should go tend to your girlfriend's dog. She'll be mighty angry if he gets hurt." the old man smiled,whistled to his dog where if slowly came to him and left. Drake just stared at him as he when. The owner's of the poodle nodded and pointed at the yorkie "you should!". Drake got a bit angry and slammed his paper to his side "Razor!" he yelled once but the dog only looked once, and ignored him. Drake took a few deep breaths, picked up his paper and angrily read on. [/size] |
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Post by Tsavo on Aug 21, 2008 23:27:23 GMT -5
Ryan.Kael.Riggs.
The boy watched as he noticed the Rottweiler bark something out at his Lapponian Herder, only for her to bark something back, it being obvious to even him that her tone was not all that playful and puppy like. He rolled his eyes at her, mumbling, "Kerosene, be nice" toward her before directing his attention back to the girl. Oh, thanks, I didn't intend to hurt her, Casey was just going fast and I couldn't keep up with her. Again I'm sorry. He chuckled as she said that, thinking of something smart to say back immediately. "Are you sure? I mean you tripped over her pretty harshly." He laughed, obviously joking as he then continued to listen to her, quite happy that if Kerosene wasn't going to run off and meet some dog, then some dog would come to meet her, and bring along a cute girl with it. Thanks, I'm Ameria Dovell, nice to meet you. Are you sure she's OK? Come on, what's wrong? Sorry, she's just a bit scared, she warm up to you soon. Really, all the rest of what she spoke to him went in one ear and came out the other as he watched the two puppies with his usual grin.
"Hmmm... well nice to meet you, Ameria Dovell. Mind if I call you Ameria for short?" Ryan chuckled like he often did after speaking. He then slowly raised his eyes back up to look at the girl before him, realizing that she had spoke and now reached shakily toward her puppy, only to pick the dog up and hold her gently. "Oh, it's fine. Kerosene isn't really the most... social of dogs," His blue eyes dropped to the herder before raising to look at the Rottie and he reached a hand forward to pet her before slowly bending down to his own dog. "Come on, Kero; play. Don't be so mean..." He said in a hushed tone, always finding it to be kind of weird and awkward when he spoke to his dog in public. The puppy wagged her tail softly as he scratched her head and then stood back up to face the girl once more only to suddenly have a tiny puppy jumping between them. Taking a surprised step back, he searched the girl's face to see if this was her dog and was some sort of joke, but then he remembered it belonged to the boy that sat reading a magazine.
While at first he assumed the boy was queer, after he just continued to sit there and didn't come after the dog nor apologize for it's slobbering behavior and how it was all over him and Ameria. "Dude! Watch your friggen dog better!" He called out to the boy, as his dog now growled at the puppy and he was forced to tell her to hush down and relax because it wasn't going to hurt him. After a brief moment, he figured that the guy must have just brought his dog and expected it to entertain itself, which it was doing. "Hey boy..." He said after a few seconds and extended a hand to pet the Yorkshire Terrier, wondering if the boy would come over and say something, or if he would just sit there and continue to bark stuff out at 'Razor'.
[/size][/color] Kerosene.
The small puppy watched as the Rotty barked something at her. "So what if yer Ma don't like loud noises? She isn't leaving my Da alone!" She barked back, obviously having an attitude and not being very pleased with the Rottweiler. Her disgust for the dog and human were thus filled more as the human then reached shakily for her dog, only to grab her up rather quickly. "Whimps..." She muttered under her breath, more than likely going on unheard as she sat at Ryan's feet and watched the girl carefully. If she tried anything... anything at all, she would be in some big trouble.
Suddenly, she felt Ryan stroke her soft fur once more and she whined softly, licking his hands as they lifted from her. She was pleased that he had pet her and now rubbed her head against his pant leg before sighing and lying down. Man did she just want to get out of here... but as Ryan continued to say things to her, she figured that she wouldn't be permitted home unless she pleased him, which would obviously mean playing with these rats that called themselves canines. Sighing, she agreed, but more than likely never would have done that if she knew that was coming next. A tiny Yorkshire Terrier was suddenly jumping all over her Da and the woman that she currently considered a threat. It barked out something, but it didn't sound like anything but muffled words.
In seconds, she was on her feet and giving off her puppy growl again, now jumping toward the Yorkie. "Get away from my Da or I'll rip your throat out!" She growled as she tried to pin the puppy down. Her tail moving in an annoyed manner behind her, and her movements being both slow and weak, yet more than likely stronger than the male's as she was obviously bigger than him and would thus be surely stronger. A shout... or possibly a cry from Ryan, perhaps him pleading for her to cut it out and leave the other dog alone, but it was all just a failed attempt.
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Post by Rita/Candy on Aug 22, 2008 0:07:11 GMT -5
OOC: I can't type as much as you, sorry! xP
Ameria & Casey
She laughed at Ryan's teasing words, then said, Oh, it's fine, I understand, Casey is very shy at first. The boy seemed a bit rushed by all of her talking, so she said, I'm sorry I talk so much, I-I'm just nervous I geuss. She could NoT tell him she liked him. Period. End of Story. Suddenly a tiny yorkie came running up, yapping like crazy. At first she was confused, but then she started laughing. When Kero jumped on the other dog and Case started to whine it was almost to much. Ameria picked the yorkie up from under Kero and cuddled him in the hand that wasn't already cuddling Casey. Aww, you're so cute! Casey, look, he's just your size! |
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Post by .:Twisted:. on Aug 22, 2008 16:45:02 GMT -5
This was the last straw for Drake. He rose up and slammed the magazine on to the bench "Listen you, It's a fucking dog run which means dogs are allowed to run free. If you don't like it then leave. Does this honestly look like a place to have a quiet conversation?" His face was as red as an apple.He was pretty much yelling and everyone at run moved their attention to them. He wasn't to close to the boy but he was invading his personal space. He looked at the girl that was holding Razor. "Excuse my language." he said apologizing to the girl but he still has a hard look on the boy. He waited to see what he would say.
Razor watch his owner fight with the other person. He knew that was was angry and that it was not a game. His eyes dropped to the floor as he heard loud voices. He covered his face with the girl's shirt and gave a small whine. He did not like things like this at all. The only time Drake gets like this is on the phone. They lived alone so there isn't usually things to get Drake angry.Expect the phone. The question always buzzed in Razor's head. What did Drake talk to anyways? He only talked to himself with that blue thing in his ear. He has even come to the conclusion that the thing when to his brain and controlled him.He once attacked the phone but Drake told him to get done. Another thing that slanted Razor's head was that when Drake was angry he turned red. Sometimes Razor wished that he could change colors. He thought it would be funny. At the moment he wished he could change color to the girl's shirt. |
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Post by Rita/Candy on Aug 22, 2008 17:09:49 GMT -5
Ameria stopped smiling and dropped her mouth open, 'Well he is half right?' she thought. Y-you're excused? she said, she was not totally accustomed to curse words. She grew up with an easygoing dad. Ameria looked down as the yorkie nuzzled into her shirt, then she whispered softly to him, It's alright.. Casey whimpered and nuzzled Razor, Are you OK? she asked. Then she yipped harshly at both Kero and the boy that had just yelled. They were both mean. [/color] |
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