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Post by Pandora on Aug 7, 2009 2:32:21 GMT -5
Lola had found herself left to walk the low lite street. She was adventuring the carnival before it closed and had looked around at most of the shops and was now walking close to the club. But she didn't mind not going in, just the fact that she wasn't wearing clubbing clothes probably made her into a fool.
The shapely pear sighed as she blinked clearing her vision which was blurring slightly, maybe because she was tired or because there was a long mascara covered eye lash in it. Either way she rubbed her eye, her mascara covering her thumb and forefinger as she had. Sighing she was carrying nothing but herself and a small hand wallet in her purse and a stuff animal she had won from throwing the darts at the balloons. Easiest game in the world after all.
The long blond female walked down the sidewalk, she could obviously hear the raging music from the club before her, she stood near the alley, half covered in shadow and light, watching a few people from the front of the club go in and out or just hang around. She frowned slightly, brushed the nonexistence dust from her pleated floral skirt and slipped. Now she had actual dust on her skirt, or dirt she should say. That just sucked. Lola shook her head with a sigh and sat down the the curb she had slipped upon. Her head in her lap, she was talking to herself.
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Post by Setzer on Aug 7, 2009 3:03:10 GMT -5
A yellow and white akita came out of an ally, looking around trying to see where the mind numbing music was coming from wishing to fulfill his curiosity. He tilted his head to one side noticing a blond haired girl sitting on the other side of the street. His curiosity sparked he walked to the cross walk, getting up on his hind legs he pressed the crossing button with his nose. As he waited he scratched his ear in disgust, ‘I hate fleas.’
As the light changed he looked both ways before crossing, with what looked like a smile on his face he wagged his tail as he made his way to the girl. At her side he sat down he nudged her and looked up at her after giving her stuffed animal a death glare.
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Post by Pandora on Aug 7, 2009 3:09:48 GMT -5
The blond looked up and turned a mascara running down her cheek face to the dog that sat beside her. Where had this mutt came from? She tightened her short brows at the animal. And then glancing from the dog to her stuffed animal, "It's a frog, it ain't gonna kill you." She told him, turning her eyes on the Akita.
Where had this dog came from? And why was she talking to it? Lola shook her head and shrugged, she lifted a hand to pet the animal, scratched it's ear and then asked, "Why are you alone?"
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Post by Setzer on Aug 7, 2009 3:24:35 GMT -5
Happily the dog started to shake his tail as the girl scratched his ears, moving his head in closer to her hand. When asked why he was alone, he raised an eyebrow with a twist of his head. In his head Christian chuckled to himself, ‘Sister you have no idea.’
But to answer the question he just barked with a smile and continued to wag his tail happily. Still sitting he turned his head sideways again, almost as if asking “Why are you?”
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Post by Pandora on Aug 7, 2009 14:39:24 GMT -5
Okay, she didn't know why she felt as if the dog was replying back to her. Maybe it was because she was lonely, going crazy, or her head was...uh crazy, yeah, that could be the only explaination anyways.
The blond looked up from dog and looked around when she heard glass smash to the ground. It was probably the commotion from the people who could be slightly or more than drunk by the outside of the club. Lola glanced back to the Akita, "The carnival is closed." She groaned with a tint of rebellion to her own dissatisfaction. "I don't want to go back to the dorm, either." She added looking back down at her skirt which was dusted with black scraps off grease, most likely.
Lola brought her hand from his head and down his neck before repeated the motion in a stroking. "Don't you have a name dog?" She asked him, not bothering for an answer.
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Post by Setzer on Aug 7, 2009 15:39:45 GMT -5
The shattering of the glass drove Christian into alert mode, jumping up and giving a low growl before deciding that there was no threat and listened to the girl talk. While he listened he laid down resting his head on her lap with his curly tail continuing to wag. Looking up at her he gave his puppy eyes as she pet him giving a small bark to her last question before closing his eyes and enjoying the attention.
‘Crap I should find some clothes soon.’ He knew that if he fell asleep he would turn back and that would definitely be bad if he woke up naked on her lap. But he felt comfortable and well happy as he gave a small yawn trying to fight sleep, which he stared to feel.
‘It’s damn hard to be a dog’ joking to himself as he rubbed his head in her lap in comfort.
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Post by Pandora on Aug 7, 2009 15:55:34 GMT -5
Lola frowned shortly after his bark, of course he didn't know, he was a dog who spoke dog. She pulled the blonde strands from her face and only thought nothing of his barking answer.
She was glad to have small company, even with a friendly animal. She began to mimic her stroking as he laid comfortably most likely, her thighs being quite squishy and all, on her lap. Her fingers trailing from his head to his upper back and repeatedly, now and then scratching behind one ear. The yawn that escaped the dog made her notice that he was probably tired.
"What have you been doing to make you tired?" She chuckled softly before shaking her head. The dog was probably lonely and had been most likely out all day by itself. Lola found herself joking in her head and bit her lip, keeping from trying to laugh. She was indeed already losing it, but maybe she could pick the dog up and bring him to the door. She pondered momentarily, really unsure whether that was a good idea.
"Go home with me." She stated to herself, putting one finger to her chin, "Go...hmmm," She mumbled, glancing down to the dog.
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Post by Setzer on Aug 7, 2009 16:44:12 GMT -5
Her fingers running through his fur felt amazing and her smell was enjoyable. he could smell the detergent of her clothes, her body wash, hints of her shampoo, and the carnival she was just at. Rolling over on his back he rubbed his head even more in her lap. ‘What is it about her smell?’ Christians head was racing as he continued to take in her smell. Normally he hated his dog instincts but now he loved them.
Looking back at what happened earlier in the day he remembered being chased by a large group of people when he was thinking to himself, bumping into one of them and spilling his coffee on someone’s shirt. Being forced to fight or flee he chose the latter and was forced to changed into a dog when he hid behind a bush. Deciding it would be good to lie low he stayed in his dog form and walk around town, which was fine until he ran into a group of dogs that didn’t seem too happy that he was in their territory. Once again he decided to run and didn’t get hurt, after loosing their trail he walked around some more, only to get lost.
He automatically perked up when she asked if he wanted to go back with her, and seeing as he was lost it seemed like a good idea. To answer he barked twice and got up, tail wagging and puppy eyed.
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Post by Pandora on Aug 7, 2009 16:56:19 GMT -5
The girl looked down at the dog and found herself smiling and only fretting her troubles in her head. She doubt the dog wanted to listen or even cared. But it didn't bother her. Lola found herself still rubbing her hands into the fur pf his chest and stomach and leading back up to the dog's throat. She had to stifle the ticklish laugh that was coming from her lips as the dog rubbed further into her lap.
As soon as she had mumbled the words it's was as if the dog understood her. Lola blinked at the Akita, her large red eyes staring in surprise. The long blond hair girl licked her small pursued lips, thinking it funny yet curious about this dog's behavior.
Standing after a moment or so of thoughts full of complete crap, she shook off whatever gravel and debris was on her rear. She bent over, not much, as she was already short and the dog was already regularly large. "So, you want to come with me?" She asked, peering at the animal with gleeful awareness. She rubbed her hand back on top of his head before nodding. "Alright." She mumbled with a smile.
(I'll post a new topic? :P Alright.)
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