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Post by WonderDog on Feb 14, 2010 15:03:52 GMT -5
Britney sat on the side of the road, watching the headlights of cars whizz by. It was a rather warm day and it also seemed, to Britney, rather boring. Watching cars drive past was the only comfort she got out of that day. Her tail batted the ground, sending clouds of dust whirling into the air carelessly. She counted the cars in her head. Often, she lost count and had to start afresh but it was all she could do until somethign came up that would actually be worth doing.
"Come on day... end!" she muttered, her ears twitching slightly. All she wanted was a little bit of fun, was that too much to ask from this town?
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Post by anothercharlie on Feb 15, 2010 5:37:51 GMT -5
Meanwhile, John was walking towards the same roads. For some reason, today he didn't follow his usual intentions, so he didn't jump out in front of a car, but tried to cross the road accurately. It was halfway done, when a car came out of nowhere, and John didn't have enough time to dodge it. He was knocked away on the other side of the road, where Britney was sitting. He fell down just in front of her.
"Ugh, tough luck" John muttered to himself. He stood up and noticed that there was a dog in front of him. "Sorry, didn't mean to interrupt" John said, grinning and stretching his legs one after another with a cracking sound.
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Post by WonderDog on Feb 15, 2010 16:46:15 GMT -5
Britney just gave him a confused look. What was he playing at?!
"Are you alright?" she asked, looking at him. She remained lying down... as long as he wasn't dead, she wasn't going to bother herself getting up. When he stretched out, she just lay her head in her paws again and watched the cars again. One... two... three...
"Suicidal? I guess we all think like that sometimes... but please forgive me if I'm wrong, I didn't mean anything..." She counted another few cars in her head. "So, why is it? Debt problems with Scott? No where esle to go, sick and tired with life? Like me?"
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Post by anothercharlie on Feb 16, 2010 7:09:23 GMT -5
"Suicidal? Who's suicidal?" John said, turning his head around. "I didn't want to get hit by the stupid car! Not today, at least... And who the heck is Scott? What's the deal? And, first of all, what's your name?" John asked. "Mine's John; John Doe".
John asked the questions while checking if everything is alright with him. Hindleg didn't appear to be functional. "Great" John muttered to himself. "Now I'll have to wait the whole month to get it back to work".
(OOC: Hm-m... I'm gonna make John wounded each RP; that'll be his personal; trait :) )
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