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Post by Soapy on Sept 9, 2009 15:42:45 GMT -5
The sun rose over New Orleans, starting a new day. Soapy was already out and about on the streets, watching as people carrying briefcases and cars bustled past her, on their way to work. She always found mornings interesting. Humans were always in a rush to get to their jobs and to drop their kids off at school if they missed that big yellow bus. Soapy sighed softly and sat down in front of a little coffee shop, thinking of her new owners, Toby and Maria and how they were acting rushed lately to meet the big yellow bus. Toby always let Soapy out when he went out to catch his bus and Soapy wished she could follow him. She was shaken out of her thoughts however, when the bell on the coffee shop door binged and a man walked out carrying a briefcase, a cup of coffee, and a doughnut which he munched on hurriedly as he looked at his watch. Soapy noticed that as the man walked away, some of his doughnut had fallen on the sidewalk. Soapy walked up to the doughnut and picked it up in her mouth, walking off with it. She decided to visit Scott, her best friend Britney's foster father and save the doughnut for him. After all, she had just eaten a big bowl of dog food that Toby had given her and even though there wasn't much of the doughnut, Soapy still thought that Scott and his family needed it more than she did. She made her way down the street, Scott's alley just a few more blocks from where she was. She hummed softly and looked around, watching a few people pass her on the street. She knew the downtown area was where it was more quiet, more calmer than where she was before and nothing but the occasional car would streak passed her. After a few minutes Soapy suddenly felt nervous. She had been down here plenty of times s she wasn't scared of where she was but scared of something else. Soapy felt as if she were being watched and followed. She kept walking as if it didn't bother her and tried to stay calm. She suddenly heard a noise from behind her and stopped short, looking around. "Dante? Britney? Scott?", Soapy called through the doughnut in her mouth. "Is that...you?" She heard the noise again and was pretty sure it was Dante up to his old tricks again, trying to scare her. "Not gonna work Dante", said Soapy. "Keep it up and I'll have Scott deal with you." The noise stopped and Soapy smiled. She knew Dante hated to deal with Scott and continued walking. The sound sounded again and this time, Soapy knew deep down that it wasn't Dante. She looked around and didn't see anything, until she looked behind her. Standing there was the large shape of a human, holding something up. Fear shot through Soapys body as she recognized who it was. The dog catcher. A giant pole slammed down against the sidewalk, missing Soapy by an inch, leaping over it and taking off, dropping the doughnut. The dog catcher shouted after her as she ran away then came to a stop when she knew it was safe. Just when she thought she was rid of him the dog catcher's truck suddenly cae out of nowhere. Soapy froze and watched the large truck with wide eyes but made herself run away as it got closer, the pole with the hook at the end stuck out of the van , aimed right for her. Soapy ran as fast as her legs would carry her, dodging the pole whenever it came near her. She sped up and saw an alleyway just ahead and decided she would escape through there. Soon she was running past the truck and could almost smell the garbage of the alleyway. She was almost there when suddenly she heard a loud bang and felt something sharp stick in her leg. She looked to see what it was a saw a small needle in her thigh. She kept on running, hoping it would fall out but suddenly Soapy got a weird feeling and stopped. She felt extremely dizzy and nausea ripped through her stomach. The whole world spun and Soapy hung her head in an attempt to rid the feeling. It was horrible! Why was she feeling like this? Soapy knew she had to press on or else they woud get her so once again she took off in a drunk run, soon becoming very weak. What is going on, Soapy thought. She had no choice but to sit down and once again hang her head in an attempt to rid the feeling. The feeling like she was going to pass out. The dogcatchers, she thought drunkily. They did this to me....the thing in my leg was.... It was then Soapy felt nothing but herself falling and saw nothing but foggy images It was then the truck pulled up next to her and a man stepped out. "I think it's sedated", said an voice, sounding far away. "This dog is crazy. Poor thing shouldnt even be on this side of town. The power plant is around here." "Better load her up", said another voice, sounding just as distant. "We'll check her collar once we get her to the pound." Soapy then heard nothing but silence but saw a large blurry shape lean over her and lift her up. Soapy tried with all her strength to get away but found she had none. Soon she felt herself being shoved into a small area a loud pounding sounding from behind her and felt everything around her shake and rumble. Then, everything went black. The truck took off towards the pound, Soapy laying motionlessly in the back.
(OOC-Dun dun duuuuunnn!! Hey everybody! I had this idea in my head for awhille now and thought that since I disappeared, that this would be a good 'back in KK' sort of thing. Plus, I decided to drag Soapy out of my mind and put her to some good use.....or not since she was just dog napped. Anyway, I will also drag Dante into this at some point and still rp as Soapy with her experience in the pound. I love torturing my characters. No seriously, I don't but I thought this would be a good subject since my best friend left me. How being dog napped relates I have no idea, but I thought I'd put Soapy in a upsetting situation since I've been in one for awhile. Bleh. It's good to be back and be patient with my posts please. I start college tomorrow so I'm sure I'll be swamped with homework. :(Joy. Well, enjoy. Also, Soapy IS dog napped, nobody can save her except from the pound itself ok? No one can help her from the dog catchers as they already got her. I know, I'm mean to poor Soapy.)
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Post by WonderDog on Sept 9, 2009 16:27:59 GMT -5
Britany lay outside T.J's house, talking to Jack behind the sealed gate. Jack was blabbing about his father and his days "behind bars". To many passer-by canine's disgust and misfourtune, they started into "Life Got Cold" by Girls Aloud. "Ah, shut up!" Don yelled. "Some of us are still sleepin'!" "Listen to your father!" Christy called. "You too, Britany!" "Yes mum" Jack called back, rolling his hazel eyes. They heard Don mumble to anyone who was listening (a.k.a Christy) and roll over in his basket. Britany yawned and got up. "Where you goin' slick?" Jack asked. "Home" Britany said. "Or to visit Soapy. I'll decide on the way there!" "Don't leave!" Jack said, sticking his paw through the bars. "Stay with me!" "I can't" Britany giggled. "I have to go, I'm tired, its early, you go back to sleep! You aren't usually up this early!" "S'pose not" Jack said, slumping back on his back to stare at the sky. "But I'm not tired so I'll count boring ole clouds. One... two... three... f-" Jack yawned, unable to finish the fourth cloud. Britany laughed and walked off. She trotted around town. She wasn't afraid of the dogcatcher, she knew how to handle them. Many teachings from Scott had come in handy. New Orleans wasn't the best place for a setter who liked to be wild and free. Many people avoided her as much as the could, dodging her when she walked their direction. Britany shrugged this off. She had been through too much to let that get to her. Their loss, she thought to herself. She walked past Soapy's house and gave a sniff. She wasn't there. "Must be out for a walk... good ole adventurous Soapy" Britany said, smiling to herself. "Always getting herself into trouble though. Just like me!" Britany walked dow the town, wagging her tail, panting. Her spirits were high and nothing can drop them, as far as she was concerned. She trotted past a couple of dogs whom she didn't bother investigate. Her head was raised and she trotted down the street. "Hello, hello, hello!" she called, in the alleyway. "Its me!" "Britany! Welcome home!" A small pomerainian ran out to greet her. Scott and Ginger often took in puppies. Ginger was a tough she-dog and can put up with any challenge facing her. Mitch greeted her with a friendly bark and Amelle smiled and panted in her direction. They always looked foward to Britany's return, for some reason. "Hello guys!" she said, wagging her tail at the sight of her family. Scott lay on a dumpster, quite content up there. Ginger was grooming a struggling John, who was desperate to greet his sister too. "I wanna see, I WANNA SEE!" he pleaded. Ginger held his tail down and smiled over at Britany. "Hello darling" she said. Ginger was only nice to family, really. Anyone else, she gave the cold shoulder to. "Hey Ginger" Britany said, plopping herself next to her mother. Another farmilar head poked its way around the alleyway corner. "Hola!" called a gruff yet lovable voice. Britany wagged her tail frantically. "Alex!" she called back. Ginger only gave the mutt half a glance while Scott didn't even blink in his direction. The pups, on the other hand, ran over to him too (forcing Ginger to hold down John again), all of them screaming the words "Uncle Alex!" "Hola, little amigos!" Alox said, grinning. He grinned at Scott but looked away after he relized Scott was not looking at all. Britany watched the dog catchers van roll past. "Ah yes, another poor soul caught then, hm?" Ginger said, watching the van go by too. "Those poor mutts. Do you know what happens to them when they don't get adopted?" "What?" Britany said, half-dreading the answer. "Well... if no one wants them... they get put down" Ginger said. "No!" Britany said, gasping. "Do they really?!" "Of course they do!" Scott said, with a yawn. "Everyone knows that!" Britany thought about that... she thought about her getting caught by the dogcatcher. Who would want her anyway? She thought about Dale gettign caught, but then again, Dale has an owner now. He was tooken in by a dog-loving teenage boy. She thought about Alex getting caught. Everyone on the street was scared of Alex, he would defiantly be on the reject list. And what about little Jack? Of course, T.J would never let Jack out on his own and Jack was licsensed, as was Don and Christy. And then, what about Soapy? She wasn't properly licsensed, was she? She gulped. Maybe thats why she couldn't see Soapy out in town... No, never! Soapy wouldn't be at the dogcatchers! Britany thought. She couldn't be!
(OOC- You are diabolicle! Poor Soapy! I brought in most of my characters so... yea... I'm a bit desperate for a good roleplay for my characters! *coughcough* I'm stupid*cough* Well, I hope your not TOO junked up with homework... or... me. College... what can you do?)
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Post by Soapy on Sept 12, 2009 12:01:29 GMT -5
Dante was wandering around the power plant boredly, looking through the gate that lead outside in the streets. He was itching to get out of there but he knew Don wasn't up this early and that he had to wait until at least Curtis' lunch break before he could go visit. He sat down in the dirt and moved his paw in a circle, boredly making a weird design in the dirt. Dante was knocked out of his thoughts however when he heard a truck speed by. He looked up boredly and realized it was the dog catcher's truck. "Finally some action", said Dante, standing up and running over to the chain link fence. He jumped on it with his forepaws and let out a deep bark, causing the truck to swerve a little then speed up. Dante liked to scare and annoy the dog catcher. He wasn't afraid of him and his stick or gun. In fact, most of the times Dante had been caught he had won. They should know better than to mess with a doberman pincher. Dante let out a chuckle as the truck swerved and was about to jump down off the fense when he saw a familiar shape inside the back of the truck. It was then that he leaped off then fence and ran along it to catch up with it to see who was inside. When he got close enough he peered in the back and saw Soapy's body laying in there lifelessly. "No", Dante yelled. "Soapy wake up kid! Wake up! You have to get out of there!" He started barking and howling but Soapy didn't move, only with the motion of the truck. Dante pounded back towards the gate. He had to tell Don. Early or not this was an emergency. He ran as fast as he could back to the gate then rammed his body into it so it would open. Nothing. Then Dante got an idea. Curtis! Dante started barking and howling and leaping around until Curtis came out to see what was wrong. "Dante!", Cutis yelled. "Stop that barking! What's wrong with you?" Dante threw himself against the gate again, whimpering, trying to get out. "Easy boy!", said Curtis, running up to him and grabbing his collar. "You need to settle down and stop bothering those cats". Cats?, Dante thought. There are no cats! Soapy's in trouble! "My lunch break is in 3 hours Dante", said Curtis. "And I have a lot of work to do so you need to be good." Dante tried to jerk out of Curtis' grip but Curtis had him like a vice. "That's enough", said Curtis, giving Dante's collar a tug. "You can go lay later." With that Curtis let go of him and started walking back to where he was working. "Fine", said Dante. "If he wont let me out I guess I'll just have to let myself out". Dante backed up a few times, ran, then leaped over the chain link fence. Once he hit the sidewalk on the other side he ran as fast a he could, ignoring Curtis calling him.
When he finally got to Don's house he started yelling. "Donny!", he yelled. "Donny wake up! There's trouble! Big trouble!" Dante ran up to the big iron gate and looked inside. "Donny!", Dante yelled. "I saw Soapy! I saw her in the back of the dog catchers truck! They have her! She's going to the pound! I saw it with my own eyes!"
(OOC-Sorry it's so late! By the way this was rushed so.....that's why it sucks. Next post will be when Soapy wakes up in the pound. I HAD to bring Dante into this as I haven't rped him in ages. And Wonder, I hate being mean to my chars and I could never forget you guys. Also, its kind of dead in here. I think we need more people)
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Post by WonderDog on Sept 12, 2009 15:53:23 GMT -5
Don lay down in his basket, asleep. Christy was out around the front with Jack, explaining why teenagers go away to college. "But why do they have to leave?!" Jack asked. "They need to" Christy said, sighing. "I've explained this about fifteen times now!" "But why do they NEED to?" Jack asked. "So they can be smart!" Christy said. "Come to think of it, YOU need to go somewhere like that!" Don, on the other hand, was sleeping and really wasn't in the mood for getting up early. Curled up in his basket, muttering a few words or so, his tail curled up tight to his stomach he slept peacefully. Until... he heard thundering of paws running over near the large gate and he snarled. "Ah, stupid stray dogs looking flippin' scraps" Don snapped, curling up in a tighter ball. "CHRIIIIISTY!" At the sound of Dantes voice, Don opened one eye lazily. "Actually, never mind, Chrissie. I've got it" he shouted, noticing Christy hadn't moved. He rolled his hazel eyes (Jack didn't get them from no where) and stretched out his front legs and torrted out into the front yard. "Ah Dante, you know better to wake me up at this time!" Don snarled, walking towards the gate. When Dante had said he saw Soapy, Don just chuckled. "What has the poor soul gotten herself into now?" he asked, sitting down about a metre from the gates. He perkedhis ears up at the sound of loud music from inside. T.J Don thought. That boy and his music... It was true that Don hada short attention span, really. He got distracted easily. But, none-the-less, he listened to what Dante was saying. When he had finished, Don stared back at him. "Well, don't get to worried over it" Don reassured. "I'm sure I can get T.J to help us... you can get Toby invovled if you can... no, infact, leave that to Britany. You, in the meantime... um... go tell Britany I guess... just watch out for that Scott fella." "Whats up, dad?" Jack asked, trotting over. "Soapy is in deep trouble... we need to help her!" Don said. Jack grinned. "WOOHOO! Mission impossible!" he cried, rolling about in the grass. "Lets get movin'!" "By we I meant me and Dante" Don said, frowning. Jack stopping rolling to stare at his dad in horror. "Aw!" Jack said. "I wanna help!" "Tough" Don said, narrowing his eyes. "Anyway, Dante, you know what you have to do. Go make sure Britany knows, and I'll try and get T.J to help us!" (OOC- I'll try and get Dale invovled, don't worry! And I hope you won't forget
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Post by Dale on Sept 12, 2009 16:22:06 GMT -5
(OOC- No need, Wonder, I'm here and ready to rock!)
Dale lay outside in his new front garden, thumping his tail happily against the grass as Marco played football alone. Dale watched him closely, fighting all temptation to chase the ball. His eyes followed the round object hit off the fence and then watch Marco kick it all over again. "Come on, boy! You wanna play fetch?" Marco asked, picking up the ball. Dale stood up and panted happily in agreement. Marco griamnced slightly as he looked around the garden. "We ain't got much room, have we boy?" Marco said. Dale whimpered in agreement. "Why don't you go out for a walk on your own, boy?" Marco suggested. Dale panted happily again. Marco laughed. "Thats good, coz I need to do some serious homework... and then I'll take you to the park later and we can play fetch there, alright? And I'll feed you when you get back." Dale barked happily and pounced up on his new owener happily, licking his face. Marco ruffled his ears and opeend the gate for him. Dale walked out and trotted down the street, his tags jingling across his chest. He noticed the dog catcher drive past and slowing down when he noticed Dale. Dale thrust out his chest to show his shiny tags and to show he was property to someone. The dog catcher glared at him and drove on. Dale barked and snarled at him which made him speed up. Dale laughed meancingly. "So long, sucka!" Dale yelled. He noticed a farmilar figure in the back of the van and tilted his head slightly. It was Soapy. Dale widened his emerald green eyes and stumbled foward a few feet. "AH! No! Soapy! Wake up, girl! WAKE UP!" Dale cried, running after the van. He gave up. He'd never be able to catch it. "Um... uh..." Dale said, scratching his blonde tuft in confusion. "Think Dale, think!" He racked his brians frantically as the van rolled out of veiw. "I've got it! I'll run after it and cause the dog catcher to drive into a hydrate and- awwww..." Dale noticed the van was missing. "Well... thats not good... is it? Ah... think harder, Dale!" He covered his head with his paws, his tail thumping the ground in fustration. "Ahhhh, I got nothing!" Dale said, helplessly. "Oh! Britany, I gotta go tell her!" He ran down the street and skidded to a stop. "Britany lives that way..." Dale said, turning and running them other way.
(OOC- I can even HEAR Dale saying all those stuff if you ask me... heh heh!)
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Post by Soapy on Sept 16, 2009 16:33:24 GMT -5
Dante started moving before Don even told him to. "I'll come back with Britney, Donny", said Dante, as he ran. He disappeared from sight and galloped through the city to Scott's alley. No fighting with him today, Dante thought. This is serious. As he reached Scott's alley he slowed his pace to a trot and walked to the edge of the wooden fense. "Scott", he called. "Listen brotha, I come in peace. I just need Britney. Soapy got dog napped by the dog catcher and we have to save her. Donny sent me." Dante stood there and waited for an answer, his muscles tight and his eyes alert, just in case Scott decided he was in the mood for a little foreplay. Which Dante would almost TOO kindly except even with the situation at hand.
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The pound truck pulled into the gated area where the pound was, the iron gate closing as it went through. The man stopped the truck and got out, going around to the back of the truck to where Soapy was. He opened the back as another man got out of the truck and walked to the back to help the other man carry Soapy. She was still out cold and one of the men dragged her out and the other man picked her up. "You have her?", asked one man. The other man nodded and and they walked into the pound building and one man opened the door to the back, which caused a bunch of dogs behind bars to bark, yelp, and howl. "Quiet!", said one of the men. "Just bringing in another stray." "Put her in cell 34", said a man from the door. "You got it", said the man holding Soapy. He walked down a thin isle, dogs barking and pushing at the cells to try and see the new arrival. Once he reached cell number 34 he swung it open and placed Soapy inside, removing her collar to check for information before the other man walked down, carrying a bowl of food and water. "Let's leave her alone for now", said the one man. "Does her collar say anything?" "No nothing", said the man holding her collar. "Just that her name is Soapy and this other tag reads 'I rescued a human'. Her collar is weird though, it almost looks burned in places." "The fire department?", asked the other man. "Maybe she belongs to them?" "We'll have to call around", said the other man. "Let's go up front and try to figure this one out", said the man. "Let's leave her to wake up and get comfortable. The anesthetic should be wearing off soon." The two men walked out the the front, leaving Soapy in the cell to wake up in every dog's worse nightmare.
(OOC-Gah! Sorry guys! This was rushed so sorry if it sucks! Next post will be Soapy waking up and possibly meeting some new dogs. Sorry I'm taing so long to post. Just bear with me guys, ok?)
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Post by WonderDog on Sept 17, 2009 12:17:42 GMT -5
Scott, who had been sleeping, opened one eye, snarling loudly when he heard Dante run in. He got up and yawned. He trotted out, meeting Dante's eye contact lazily with a hint of a death threat. "Thats your problem" he said, snarls rising in his chest. "Nothin' to do with me or my family so you can take your warnings and-" "Now, thats no way to treat guests!" Ginger snapped, walking out. She gave Dante her best attempt at a friendly smile which simalared to a smirk instead of a smile. "I'll get Britany for you." "Wait, so your going to let this... this... stranger take her away?! How do we really know he knows Don at all, coz we don't! B.J always told me-!" "Forget what your brother told you!" Ginger called. She nudged a curled up dog with her paw and said some things, unaudiable foreither Scott nor Dante to hear. Britany uncurled herself to look up at her waiting not-so-patiently guest. She nodded and got up. "Don't worry Scott, he won't hurt you" she said, walking over. "He's a friend of Dons." "Yea well... for his sake, he had better be" Scott said, snarling straight after he finished. "He claims to know your friend Sopay, and says she's been dog napped or somethin'" John said, from on top of the dumpster, stopping his endless bone-chewing to get his voice in. "I heard him." Britany didn't bother askign John why he was listening to what Scott and Dante were saying, besides, he was always listening to what other people were saying, private or not. "Is that true?" Britany ordered. "Is Soapy really caught by the dogcather, or are you pulling my leg, like you do to everyone?"
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Post by kintarostiger on Sept 21, 2009 10:04:06 GMT -5
It was a fine day for the dynamic duo Keith and Naomi. Keith was enduring as Naomi sung to herself Pollyanna from the Earthbound/MOTHER series of video games for about the 4th time that morning (her excuse was that it was one of the best songs ever), and by now Keith was beginning to hum the lighthearted melody himself.
It was then that Naomi stopped singing to herself.
"Nao?" asked Keith. "What's wrong?"
"I sense a disturbance in the Force", quoted the psychokinetic husky girl, sitting down on her haunches and clutching her baseball cap in her paws. "Something bad went on. I can sense it from the minds of those nearby dogs"
"Well, let's go see what's up", said Keith. With that the two padded over to the group. Overhearing what was happening, Keith asked, "Wait... who's Soapy? How'd she get kidnapped again?..." Noticing the others probably did not know him, Keith lowered his head and introduced himself. His dagger belt was empty, but he had a feeling its sheath would need to be filled with a blade soon enough.
"...sorry. My name's Keith Wiles. The husky behind me is Naomi Thorn"
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Post by Soapy on Nov 28, 2009 1:02:43 GMT -5
Dante ignored Scott and focused at the situation at hand. There was no time for petty fights at a time like this. When Britany approached and told Dante she didn't believe him about Soapy being taken by the pound he glared at her. "Now why would I lie about something like that, Shawty?", Dante snapped. "I saw her in the truck with my own eyes and smelled her scent with my own nose. She was in the dogcatcher's truck. You don't have to believe me but unlike you I'm gonna do something about this!" Dante didn't wait for an answer, he took off running down the street back towards Don's house. At least someone believed him.
(OOC-Sorry it's so short. I was going to post Soapy waking up in the pound in this post but I honestly don't know how to have her wake up and stuff. I WILL post her waking up, but not for a little while. I need some more ideas as to what to do with her. Just wanted to let you guys know I'm still busy but not AS busy. Thought I'd come back and take advantage of this free time.)
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Post by WonderDog on Nov 28, 2009 12:10:09 GMT -5
Britany was rather shocked to see Dante just turn and run like that. She turned her head slightly to the right before sayign "I don't think he's lying at all!" and raced after him, following him all the way up to Don's big mansion of a house. She caught up with the large doberman when he stopped at Don's closed front gates. She never suspected he could be so fast! She panted frantically and looked up at the closed gates. "No... no, no NO!" she thumped one of the thick bars with one of her paws. "Can you see him?!" Suddenly, as if answering their prayers, Donemerged around the corner, skidding to a stop at the gates. "Eh, he can't understand what I'm trying to say" Don said, shaking his head in fustration. "I'll just break my way out! Stand back you guys, I'm going to jump!" "Don, you'll never make-!" Britany was cut off as she skidded out of the way to not be trampled by a landing Don. Don flicked his tail and smirked proudly. "Oh-ho, did you SEE the skill?!" Don sneered. "Now is not the time, we need to think of a plan! We need to tell Soapy's new owner!" Britany said. "Or... or something! Does anyone have any bright ideas?" (OOC- I get the pain. I'm uber busy too! Hopefully, you and I can keep up
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Post by Soapy on Dec 1, 2009 4:11:02 GMT -5
Dante was just about to leap over Don's front gate when he saw Britany running a few ways back. He groaned as she came nearer and he gave her a look. "Well, well, well", said Dante, turning to face her. "Look who decided to show up". Britany however, didn't seem to care about Dante as she made a beeline for the front gate, thumping against the thick bars. Dante rolled his eyes at how much of a drama queen she was being then sighed. "No", said Dante. "I don't see him. Pull yourself together before you break the bar down Shawty!" Dante grabbed her roughly at the back of her neck and pulled her away from the gate. "Now stop", said Dante, giving her a look before looking back in Don's front yard. He saw Don merge from around the corner and sighed with relief. "There he is!", said Dante, his look of annoyance turning into a look of terror as he heard Don say he was going to jump the gate. "Donny no!", said Dante. "What about your back?!" Dante saw Don jump and watched for one of the bars to impale him but to Dante's surprise, he actually made it over and he was now standing in front of them, unharmed. Dante ginned from ear to ear when he saw Don talk about his awesome skill. "Forget skill brotha", said Dante. "That was pure luck. Nice going though". Suddenly, Britney spoke up again and told them to stop fooling around. Dante tuned her out until she said something that made him growl. "Oh yea Britney!", said Dante, turning his large head to look at Britney. "Like Soapy's owner will even understand us! The kid's good with animals but he can't talk to them! And why don't WE just bust Soapy out? Huh? It's better than your idea Britney! At least I'm taking action! How about it Donny?"
(OOC-Wow I just realized how much of a jerk Dante can be. But you've gotta understand. He shows worry and sadness through anger. So he's actually extremely worried about Soapy, but of course he won't show it. Next post will be Soapy waking up in the pound. I finally got an idea so now I'm good to go! Next post, I promise. Oh and Wonder? See if you can get a hold of Dale please. It's so empty in here I can hear the other members typing. LOL. Also, sorry this post is short and sucky.)
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Post by kintarostiger on Dec 2, 2009 13:45:54 GMT -5
(Excellent, this RP is back on! Will reply... tomorrow, hopefully when there other replies)
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Post by WonderDog on Dec 3, 2009 13:22:08 GMT -5
(OOC- E-mailed Dale this morning. He said he'll be around a.s.a.p Britany glared at Dante. "You? Bust into the pound? Well, I suppose you know all the cooriders and secert exits... you probably did your time once or twice" Britany hissed. Don, on the other hand, looked around, sniffing the air. "Luck? Nah, it's skill" Don retorted, trotting down the hill. "I suggest we keep calm, we can try both your plans. If Dante's plan doesn't work we'll try Britany's... though even I doubt Britany's would work, but it'll keep her quiet." "Hey!" Britany cried, trotting after Don. "You're making me sound like a whiney brat!" "That's because you are." Don looked around. "I never been in the slammer before because of T.J and I agree with Brits. Dane oughta know the way around the pound." Don walked down the street, followed by Britnay.
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Post by kintarostiger on Dec 3, 2009 14:00:52 GMT -5
Keith and Naomi followed the group in an instant. "Hey, wait!" called out Keith. "Is there anything we can do to help? Maybe we can serve as a distraction?"
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Post by Soapy on Dec 3, 2009 23:46:54 GMT -5
Dante snickered at Don as he called Britney a whiny brat and trotted along. "Yeah I did my time in those places lots of times", said Dante. "Remember when Scott tried to ring me in, Donny? A sorry brotha he was. Never seen Scott look so helpless". Even Britney was there Dante didn't keep his insults about Scott inside. Plus, he liked getting on Britney's nerves. "Good times", said Dante. "Good, good, times." Dante then drifted off into his own little world. He was shaken out of his thoughts however, when he heard two voices from behind. He looked behind him and saw two dogs standing there, suggesting to help Soapy. Dante, being the careful one, turned fully around and growled, baring his teeth. "In two seconds you're gonna serve as something else". Dante threatened. "Start explaining yourselves! Have you been spying on us? Or were you the ones who got Soapy in that jam. Start talking before you won't be able to talk". Dante lowered himself closer to the ground and growled savagely at them. He didn't trust these two one bit. ****************************** Soapy was running through a large sunny meadow dotted with bright pink flowers. As she ran, her ears flew back in the wind, her golden coat flowing and seeming to shimmer in the sunlight. She didn't know where she was going but she didn't care. The meadow was glowing from the sun and the flowers were a gorgeous unnatural pink with thick petals. Soapy looked up at the sky and it was a gorgeous light blue. As she stared she saw a small flock of blue jays flying. She barked at them and crashed through a large patch of the flowers, scattering petals in her wake. Some petals floated up to the sky, only to burst into gorgeous pink butterflies. They circled around Soapy as she ran and Soapy stopped, leaping up on her hind paws. She stood up and circled with the butterflies, playfully batting at them with her front paws. Soon she lost her balance and fell lightly on the soft grass, rolling over in the flowers. She watched the butterflies overhead take off and she sat up, giggling. "Soapy!", a voice called out. Soapy turned towards the voice and squinted as she saw a figure in the distance, standing up on a hill. Something about that figure looked very familiar, but Soapy couldn't place it. "Come here silly doggy!", it called out again. Suddenly, it dawned on Soapy as to who that figure was. She stood up and shook herself off "Jason?", Soapy called. "Jason!" Soapy reared up on her hind legs and took off towards the hill. She saw her old owner kneel down and open his arms as Soapy got closer,, her eyes wet with joy. Soon she was just a few inches from him and leaped into his waiting arms. Only thing was, she went right through him. "Jason!". Soapy called, confused. She turned around and suddenly the meadow was gone. Instead Soapy saw the horrifying sight of her house burning down, Jason screaming and burning before her eyes.****** Soapy jolted awake and saw nothing but darkness and felt nothing but a chill on her fur and a cold hard rough substance on her paws and belly. This isn't Toby's house, Soapy thought, panting hard. I don't regonize this place at all. Where am I? Once her eyes adjusted she saw she was in a cell and beyond her cell were more cells filled with dogs. Suddenly, it all became clear. Soapy remembered her morning. The dog catcher! She suddenly got a horrible feeling as to where she was and she was scared. How did she wind up here? She remembered running from the dogcatcher then a loud noise then nothing. She looked around, taking in her surroundings, shaking. (OOC-Poor Soapy! . And whew! That was a lot to write....er....type. My hands are killing me! But yea, this is the idea I came up with. Blame Bambi 2. I thought a dream sequence would be a nice touch before Soapy woke up. Even though her dream turned out to be a nightmare in the end. I don't know about you guys, but I hate the way this came out. Not really what I had in mind but I guess it'll do.)
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