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Post by Harli on Oct 29, 2009 21:12:15 GMT -5
Harli sat on a busy sidewalk in the heart of the French Quarter watching the pedestrians pass by. Every now and then, she'd tilt her head to one side and perk her ears in an effort to make herself look cute. A lady with a hot dog walked by. Harli started thumping her tail. "Can I have part of that? Please? Just a little?" The woman ignored her. Harli sighed. She hated the idea of resorting to begging, but the pickings in the trashcans and alleyways were getting pretty slim. A pair of kids passed with small cup of popcorn chicken. The cattle dog went into her act again. "Hey, kids, wanna feed the doggie? The cute, fluffy, hungry doggie who is starving as we speak and is probably going to shrivel into a pile of bleached bones pretty soon? Please?" The kids didn't even look at her. Harli groaned and looked up at the rapidly setting sun. "Argh! What's a dog gotta do to getta meal in this city?!" A man walked by with a large sack of candy, obviously for the coming Halloween festivities. Harli got up in the begging position, tilted her head, perked her ears, and give him her most winning canine smile. "Trick or treat?"
OOC: Harli has resorted to begging? Will wonders never cease?
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Post by xoxAmytheColliexox on Oct 30, 2009 13:04:46 GMT -5
Amy, who was listening to B.J trying to tune his radio to listen to his precious Green Day, couldn't help but notice the begging dog on the streets. He titled her head as though confused.
"Hey B.J, see that dog over there?" she asked.
"Yes..."
"Think we should go over and see what's up? She looks upset..."
"Yes...!"
"Really?"
"YES!" B.J cried. It was then, Amy realised B.J wasn't listening to a word she was saying when the music blasted out, maybe a bit TOO loud. "I got it!"
"Hey, mechanical genious!" Amy hissed. "Did you hear what I just said?" B.J did not listen but belted out the words of one of his favourite songs, 21 Guns. Amy rolled her eyes. She really didn't have time for her friends silly antics. She hopped off the pillar she was resting on and trotted towards the begging dog, stealing a hotdog on her way. She dropped in front of Harli.
"You look like you need it" Amy said, sitting in front of the dog. "I know I don't... I'm almost sure B.J doesn't need it." She gave a glance at her mad friend, who was dancing badly to another of his favourite songs.
"So... you look like you have no where to go" Amy said, waving her long, bushy tail. "Is there anythign I can do? Or B.J?" She gave another glance at her friend, who fell off his pillar from dancing too much. "Scratch that, is there anything I can do for you?" She turned to see the guy with the candy and gave him a winning grin. She wasn't much into candy very much. B.J claimed it "against his relgion" which he calls "Greenathlic". Amy called it pathetic but she went along with it and learned to respect it.
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Post by Harli on Oct 30, 2009 21:26:48 GMT -5
Harli jumped as the hotdog landed at her feet. She gave Amy a quick glance before scarfing the hotdog down as fast as possible. "Thanks. I really did need that." The cattle dog followed her companion's gaze to B.J. and watched as he danced his way off the pillar. That was definitly the weirdest thing she'd seen all day. "No, actually I've got a place a few blocks away, I just kinda ran low on food. My uncle threw a retirement party for one of his war buddies last night and they all cleaned out the refrigerator." She gave the candy man one last pleading look before he turned the corner. "Well, so much for that. I'm Harli."
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Post by xoxAmytheColliexox on Oct 31, 2009 7:00:03 GMT -5
Amy gave her starving friend a fond smile and a friendly.
"So glad I can help!" Amy said, with a smile. "After all, I know what it's like with hard living" she added, jerking her head towards B.J. She nodded when Harli explained she did have a place but just no food.
"Ouch" she said. "That's gotta be hard. Starving is never good, espically the fact that those people," Amy jerked her head towards the passer-by's ,"Never have to go through it. If they knew half the things we go through then maybe they'll actually give us stuff. Yea. Parties, they'll wipe your platter clean." Amy watched the man walk off with no interest and turned back to Harli.
"Eh... there'll be other candy people what with Hallowe'en coming up soon" Amy said. "I've gotten used to the fireworks, infact, they're kinda pretty. B.J hates them though."
She nodded again when Harli introduced herself. "I'm Amy" Amy said. "Nice to meet you."
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Post by Harli on Oct 31, 2009 14:31:38 GMT -5
"You too." Harli nodded, watching another potential donor walk by. The lady ignored her. "Yeah, normal parties'll wipe you out, but when you throw my uncle and twenty of the local soup hounds together in a one-room apartment and give 'em enough whiskey to last 'till the end of the year, they'll not only eat you out of house and home, but they'll clear your neighbors out as well and then go in search of a restaurant to raid." At that moment, an elderly couple walked by. Harli got into the begging position again. "Feed the dogs," she called. "Tuppence a doggie bag. That's a good deal, ya know." When the couple kept going, Harli sat back down. "I thought I had them with that one. Why is it that marketing gimmicks never work for animals? Oh, well. What part of New Orleans are you from? I don't mean to sound nosy or anything. I'm just curious."
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Post by xoxAmytheColliexox on Nov 1, 2009 10:43:03 GMT -5
Amy gave a warm smile towards Harli, she really liked the stranger. B.J watched closely, dithcing his dancing, lying on his stomach, his tail sweeping the groud in fustration, just in case anything bad happened.
"Yea. It's hard living with people who eat all your stuff" Amy said, jerking her head towards her watching friend. "But... yenno... you learn to live with it. Sometimes it's a bit better to steal a few things here and there though, although it is very risky."
Amy watched the elderly couple walk by, and she merely twitched her mouth in a slight smile before they left. She wasn't interested in anything they had to offer. B.J had told her never to trust all humans as he beleived humans can be evil. There was no real way to turn down B.J's orders. She turned back to Harli.
"Yea, older people will feed the birds but never the strays" Amy said. "Oh, me? Well... I live in the junkyard. It doesn't sound like much but once I got settled in, it turned out be be rather cosy and roomy. I sleep in a old pink car that resembles to what my human family used to have in miniature" Amy said, indicating what she meant by making gestures for something big and small with her paws. "Sadly, my human family left me coz they thought I ran away when, really, I just got lost. I met B.J in an alleyway when his friends wanted to eat me. Where are you from?"
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Post by Harli on Nov 1, 2009 23:18:35 GMT -5
"I'm sorry about your family leaving you." Harli said sympathetically. "I mean, I wasn't very close with my humans, so I don't really know how I'd feel to be left behind, but I did care about them. I'm from Arkansas, originally. Had a little mishap at the county fair and had to leave. I wandered around for a while and eventually ended up here." She broke off for a moment to surreptitiously sneak a couple slices of pizza from some passing kids. She dropped one at Amy's feet. "Help yourself," she mumbled, digging in to her own. "Anyways, I hung around on the outskirts of New Orleans for a while before finding a place in the junkyard, actually. I lived in that old Model-T near the back gate. I kept all my stuff in the engine compartment. After this Rottweiler and his buddies started hanging around, I took off and found this abandoned apartment building a couple blocks over and I've been there ever since. I ran into my uncle by pure happenstance and he moved in with me." She rolled her eyes. "I've been tryin' to get rid of him ever since."
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