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Post by YESTERDAY on Mar 26, 2012 8:46:22 GMT -5
 「 AVIATOR 」「 someday, I'll be the girl you see in the sky 」 It wasn't exactly ideal. Although Aviator had so many new faces to put names to (Star Trek, Perfect, etc.) she still seemed to be walking alone these days. She enjoyed company. Whether hey were pleasant or not. At least she had someone to talk to or, even better, someone to help. She loved being around other canines. Wolf, coyote, or just a domestic dog; she loved them all.
In most situations the Aussie would just attempt to find a friend. Maybe find a little mouse that she could vent to or something. She loved to talk. It wasn't required of a friend to talk back. She would always be able to fill in the blanks if need be. However, she was craving canine companionship. When she had met Perfect, she had been alone and paranoid. He'd been there for her just by being there. She gave him comfort. With Trek she had purposely gone off alone. He was more of a pleasant surprise for Aviator.
The female finally sat, exhausted from the days work of looking for someone. It was hopeless. A soft sigh escaped her maw as she tried to grab onto the concept of solitude. It really didn't suit her. And then she heard the clash.
Aviator does, Aviator thinks, Aviator speaks
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「 NOTES 」 「 WORD-COUNT 」 --- words
「 TAGS 」 Damien
「 MUSE 」 6/10
「 COMMENTS 」 I'm so excited for this plot!
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Post by damien on Mar 26, 2012 12:50:48 GMT -5
The streets unfurled itself under an evening sun. And not a single living soul had passed by in either direction until the sodium lights of a foreboding alley way turned on , all thanks to a timer the lights now looming just above Damien ; like a stage light that lit up the corridors in an artificial amber haze .Solitude seemed to wallow in such desperating silence that had stretched and throbbed in Damien's ears, or maybe that was his heart rate pounding vigorously in his chest. It's been several weeks since he had last seen a single soul besides the occasional rat or cat that ended up as his primary meal ..that's if If he was lucky enough to find the strength to actually chase and catch the intended prey.
Damien never once in all of his five years of living as a sight seeing dog could he imagined that he'd find himself in the perils of street life as a stray dog. His destiny and fate had been manifested by a tragedy that should have never have happened in the first place and now here he was in the middle of sulfur alley with raw paws dredging along soot and stagnated sewer water, barely dredging along as his essence in all was barely scraping by. Heat, drool and steam descended from his parted maw as the scent of night plumed sweetly into his nostrils, telling Damien night time will be falling soon , it was just enough time for the Belgian dog to knock over and stick half of his body into one of the many trash cans that loitered sulfur alley.
Hopefully he'd come across a partly opened pop corn bag, but so far only ticket stubs to Hunger Games made their presence and scattered on the floor shortly after Damien made the can descend from it position onto it's side. A pretty damn funny coincidence.
A sharp tang slapped his nose with electricity so potent that it made Damien pop slightly in his scourging position. He found Doritos, a half back of the cheesy snacks found themselves clamped into his maw and pulled out as carefully as he can.Just as Damien pulled himself out out of the trash to look over the fallen trash can's ridge he noticed a silhouette about the same size as his own sitting there at the end of the alley way as though they were waiting for something. Him maybe? It was a female from what he can smell through the powdered cheese, and she was cute..more than that, this female dog was alone.This was his bag of Doritos and he had no qualms fighting over it . Girly dogs were easy to fight off though given that other dog the other canine didn't have rabis.
Taking the first step from his spot towards this other dogy wasn't exactly his idea of being territorial,and believe it or not, Damien wasn't exactly a territorial sort of canine unless there was a damn good reason behind it.Unless of course it was over a half bag of Doritos.
::: Sorry for being so rusty, let me know if this was ok::
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Post by YESTERDAY on Mar 26, 2012 13:07:12 GMT -5
「 AVIATOR 」「 someday, I'll be the girl you see in the sky 」 Her head shot toward the sound, ears alert as she got to her feet. It was a moment before she finally caught him under the poor lighting. He had already seen her and he seemed to be pulling closer into her. She flattened her ears, carefully reading his body language.
He definitely wasn't friendly. He was about Aviator's size, though his fur was a jet black and......fluffy? She had to remind herself it would be mean of her to laugh at him. After all it wasn't a bad look. She just wasn't sure she would ever be calling such an unfriendly dog fluffy. She backed up a bit, trying to display her submissive nature without having to flat out tell him. Her body was relaxed as she watched him.
"Too bad I'm not hungry. Now you don't have a reason to be grumpy." she gave a soft smile, though she wasn't sure if he would return it. Her nose twitched softly as she took in the cheesy scent of Doritos. 'Definitely a prize in that. I haven't had those since humans were around.' she thought to herself; turning her attention back to the canine behind the bag of chips. He was so rough looking, it was hard for Aviator to remind herself that he was a dog. She stood, shaking herself before taking a few steps toward him and sitting down again, "Not much of a talker, huh?"
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「 NOTES 」 「 WORD-COUNT 」 --- words
「 TAGS 」 Damien
「 MUSE 」 6/10
「 COMMENTS 」 Hunger Games was so good! :DDD
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Post by damien on Mar 26, 2012 13:39:36 GMT -5
Damien approached her with the ridge of his back up tightly and defenssively as he took note of the females disposition, it was modest with an undertone of snarkiness in which Damien secretly found amusing. But no more amusing than Nachos inconcievable trend to shake and express fright. Poor Nacho. It seems like Damien had a trend going with chips as of late.
Closing the distance that was laid between this other canine and himself until he stopped right by her with his rears pressed hard against the top of his head and his tail curled under his warm belly to hide away the more senstive areas of a male species.
This girl had more balls than most of the pit bulls Damien used to acosiate with before the Toy Soldier happened, the way she stood there with a prideful ardor made Damien twitch under his pelt.The idea of her just watching him had Damien whip around her with the bag of Doritos in his maw. " Hello little girl" came a whisper that sounded almost like a faint hiss as he stepped before her.
Naturally he gave the other canine a moment or two to adjust, to see whether she might whip that attitude suddenly around all, making it nice and startled. Most did that when you provoked another's personal space. Damien merely glanced down at her as he waited almost vaguely for a response, before he began to broodingly start his way back to the ram shackled hotel across the street where he would often sleep
Damien realized that this girl likely had a point somewhere beneath all the small talk. Most potential stalkers had a point somewhere. If this female Canine were like most, she was probably preparing herself to follow him and pester him , perhaps mentally going over strategies on how best to interrupt his miserable laid out routines. And through all of her initial first impressions of Damien, he watched her from behind him. Scrutinized her every move, studied every tiny inflection of her voice, every nuance of expressions she wore upon her maw, no matter how small or trivial. He watched her intently behind a a slobbering foil bag.
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Post by YESTERDAY on Mar 26, 2012 13:57:21 GMT -5
「 AVIATOR 」「 someday, I'll be the girl you see in the sky 」 His voice was extremely raspy. As if he hadnt spoken to another canine in a century. He almost reminded Aviator of a vampire in ways. "Im not a 'little girl', grumpy. I have a name." she spoke, almost a bit angered as he whipped around to stand behind her. She didn't so much as twitch. She just glanced over her shoulder at him, watching him watch her. And then be began to walk off.
Instinctually, the female got to her feet as fast as she could and followed close behind. Now that she had found another canine she wasn't about to let him run off, "So do I get a name or should I just keep calling you Grumpy. Either works for me. Grumpy suits you whether you like it or not."
She watched as he slithered away, her own paws scrambling to keep up. He was an oddball, that was for sure. Aviator didn't mind much, though. She had been used to such behaviors. Her mother had made sure the pup learned manners as a young pup. Though her mother called it being smart, at the time the Aussie just called it a way for her mother to remain a control freak.
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「 NOTES 」 「 WORD-COUNT 」 --- words
「 TAGS 」 Damien
「 MUSE 」 6/10
「 COMMENTS 」 <3
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Post by damien on Mar 26, 2012 14:18:18 GMT -5
And just like he suspected, she started following his swagger, how could she not? Damien concluded that she was a nutty , a fruit loop. He can tell with these sort of things .
The male gave out his name, anticipating that she'd ask once again. Most often tended to rationalize and find common ground -- and perhaps wrongly so -- that names humanized strangers, magically transgressing potential murderers and rapists into docile beings much like themselves. In essence, they were more apt to trust a captivating face when there was a name attached to it. " Damien" as he continued to cross the street hesitantly but not without looking both ways, never repeating the given question, nor did he have much interest in getting her name. Sometimes it was best to not become familiar with those whom will likely abandon you or leave. Trust was a damn fickle thing to not play around with in his opinion.
She had to be a nut case, what female would ever come into such a place as the likes of the ones Damien often found himself in?And now? Of course she is following him... " I'm still not sharing " after a few moments of silence between them, looking behind him to watch her he finally grumbled " fine, just a few and a bed for tonight and then you you're gone. Got it pigeon?" Feed them once and like pigeons some will continue to come back for more
.Like a vampire Damien enjoyed his seclusion even if it had meant he'd have to sacrifice a cute little thing to get it.Just for tonight he reminded himself, to be cordial. At least for the moment.
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Post by YESTERDAY on Mar 26, 2012 14:32:46 GMT -5
「 AVIATOR 」「 someday, I'll be the girl you see in the sky 」 "Damien."
Aviator thought about this. His name was Damien? It didn't seem fitting. Nor did it seem to describe him. She had to fix this. It just wouldn't do! She sped up until she was just a few feet behind him, "I like Grumpy better. Guess I shouldn't have asked!"
Grumpy was much better. It reminded her of the dwarf named Grumpy. Grumpy had become Grumpy from the loss of his one true love who he had been forbidden from seeing. Maybe that happened to this vampire of a dog. Her thought was broken when he spoke again, "Still not sharing."
Ha! The nerves! She rolled her eyes at his comment. He was such a male! Even if she did want some, learning to share was a good thing. Clearly Grumpy needed some work, "Still not hungry........"
She sort of tuned out afterwards, though she was fully aware of where Grumpy was going. She observed the dark, morbid surroundings. What kind of canine would live here? She almost felt bad for him. Clearly he was cutting off all contact for a reason. "Why do you live here when it's so dark, Grumpy?"
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「 NOTES 」 「 WORD-COUNT 」 --- words
「 TAGS 」 Damien
「 MUSE 」 6/10
「 COMMENTS 」 I just love your post!!!
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Post by damien on Mar 26, 2012 14:54:17 GMT -5
Her conception of the story behind his grumpiness wasn't so far fetched and seemed to be closer to the truth. In a mid-tempo lurk he stalled in the middle of the street to turn around and face her, the neon light from the hotel flashed it's vibrant high colors against his dark fur giving the illusion that he was turning different colors as he stood there rigidly while he gave himself a moment to reflect his answers to her questions very.. very carefully " and why are you here? Did you lose your way? Surely a pretty little thang like yourself wouldn't just hop skip away from what is safe, Unless that's your idea of thrill seeking"
The male canine took another long breath from his cold dripping nose as he gave her a few moments to acquiesce to his wishes of joining him for a few chips and a decent bed. And he expected her to easily comply. And why wouldn't she? It wasn't a matter internal instincts, after all. Not at all.. it was about yielding to something thrilling, perhaps dangerous even, on a whim. It was about taking a risk without the benefit of any guarantees that you wouldn't reap the consequences. It was about.. temptation. And sometimes, temptation was awfully hard to resist especially when it was offered by a dog such as himself.
" Or we can stand here in the middle of the damn street, until the the others make their candid appearances" they were the dogs that kept solely to the night, those solitary sorts that , over time went mad within all the apocalyptic chaos that once surrounded them. PTS some called it, but Damien knew better and knew that those types of dogs were not easily persuaded, they tended to be irrational, schizophrenic and moreso quick to rage.
" Fine as long as I can call you Pigoen I guess we're equal"
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Post by YESTERDAY on Mar 26, 2012 15:06:17 GMT -5
「 AVIATOR 」「 someday, I'll be the girl you see in the sky 」 Why was he so damn stubborn? Whenever she would ask a question, he would turn it back on her. What was wrong with this canine?! Obviously he never learned proper manners! She snorted, stamping her paw into the pavement, "My question first!" She wasn't particularly happy with him. He'd been nothing short of an ass.
"And for the record, you could call all of your little freak vampire buddies out to crawl on the streets and I wouldn't care. They wouldn't scare me." that was a lie. The female got scared of almost everything, though she was most afraid of spiders. What kind of animal needs eight legs anyhow?!
She shook her head clear, turning to the building. She held open the door by sitting in front of it, a sly smile on her maw, "Where are my manners?! Ladies first! Aviator sat in silence, content with a job well done. If he wanted to play those games, than they would play those games. And they sure as hell wouldn't be clean.
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「 TAGS 」 Damien
「 MUSE 」 6/10
「 COMMENTS 」 Gotta love Aviator! Lol
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Post by damien on Mar 26, 2012 15:33:57 GMT -5
Vampire freak? Pigeon did not just go there and call him a Vampire freak! Damien snorted and retorted back as she buffed herself out to be strong and oh so very independent " Fine then, suit yourself girly,but Don't cry wolf and expect me to come and rescue you, when all those Twilight die hard fan wannabes make their way out to greet you."Oh yes he can go there too." Are you a twilight fan Girl? You look like you are, You like Vampires?" Maybe she was a secret fang banger? Oh he remember those days when his Master,had tried getting him to go see one of those gut wrenching movies, luckily for him; Maddie couldn't tell the difference from one movie to the next since she was blind and all. That disability had its perks.
Passing her now, his tail never left his underbelly. The door opened wide, emitting a stark shard of entrance light that came from the corridor of the hotel. It buzzed and looked as though it might die at any moment now,Damien stood there while cooly looking around to make sure they were alone before he led them further into the depths of the building. For he has had enough of wandering aimlessly through the sanguine ways of death and destruction for the night.
So much dust covered every article of furniture carried out from the darkness as the two creatures inhabited the buildings vicinity. Finally his ears twitched up and then folded partly back when he turned his head to look at her once more " it's clear" still holding onto his sacred meal, he'd wait for her to start walking beside him again or behind him, which ever she decided.
There was a constant vortex of malevolence and benediction, as though his incorrigible soul is a chessboard of black and white, with no room for perplexing shades of gray.So perhaps he really wasn't any different than he vampires in which she compaired him to.
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Post by YESTERDAY on Mar 27, 2012 23:07:17 GMT -5
「 AVIATOR 」「 someday, I'll be the girl you see in the sky 」 Twilight! This canine was insane. Of course she didn't like those stupid vampires. He just simply thought of Damien as something similar to a vampire. She simply rolled her eyes, a slight sigh parting her lips as her chest heaved. He was such a drama queen! She watched him step through the door. He chose his steps carefully, as of he was walking on glass and one misstep could be fatal.
She finally noticed how he walked with his tail tucked. He wasn't being submissive, nor did she read him as a scared canine. Which meant he had another reason to tuck his tail. It was such an odd behavior, she didn't bother asking. Aviator finally followed after getting caught up in her thoughts. She hadn't ever been in this building before, so she figured she would take Damien's hinted advice of stepping carefully. After all, she wasn't exactly sure of what to expect.
The hall had dusty furniture and a light over head that seemed like it had been seconds from dying for years. With the lack of nice light, it was hard to really read her surroundings. All she could tell was it was dark and. cold and Damien thought of it as a safe place. Finally realizing she had fallen behind again, she caught up just in time to see the canine make eye contact with her and signal her that the area was all clear.
She finally felt like she could relax. Aviator sighed once more, keeping pace with Damien. She fell into his stride, comfortably trotting by his side, "Do you enjoy living in places that lack life or is it just your personality?"
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「 TAGS 」 Damien
「 MUSE 」 6/10
「 COMMENTS 」 Not a bad post! 
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Post by damien on Mar 28, 2012 18:08:06 GMT -5
Damien didn't forget to answer Pigeons previous questions about himself, he just figured he will answer them when he was damn well ready to. Walking with her through the hallways, it seemed darkness was Damien's forte, accustomed to it's designs and trespasses " I think there is more to fear with the living rather than the dead. Don't you agree?" His voice transmitted across the foil bag as he turned his aerodynamic head to face her and then forward once more.
Of course he watched how she looked at his tail, in turn having himself relax it just enough to allow his bushy tail to descend in a lack luster position between his hind legs. Stopping her and himself in mid-stride he smelled something in the air despite the overwhelming cheese scents and followed this was a noise in the back ground. Damien postured himself in front of the female canine just in case, something might try to defend it's territory. That's the problem with places like this, you never can tell by its exterior who's its inhabitants are.
One moment he seemed far away, lost to the oblivion of his own thoughts.."Stay" he hushed her. every word Pigeon spoke of seemed so distant as his focus remained in the noises direction.From a room it came. Yet the very next clammer, sent Damien into a forward lurch right into the darkness that veiled before them, right into the bowels of that same room , leaving Pigeon there by herself in the middle of the hall with the Doritos now all over the floor.
Hopefully what ever Damien was facing wasn't going to be anything more than a typical scared cat or even a rat for that matter.
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