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Post by WonderDog on May 5, 2010 15:38:57 GMT -5
Britney smiled at Soapy. "Well, if Poppy trusts you, I don't see any reason not to give it a shot" she said. "You can watch her as often as you think is right, as long as Dale gets his part. He's often found ways to wriggle his way outta it until now." She rolled her eyes and then gave a light laugh. "We probably should get down there." Following Soapy down, she heard Mickey talking. She couldn't make out much words. Just "royalty" and "not too proud". Hmmm... seems like they were telling stories of some sort and Britney was almost certain Poppy had told theirs. A snarl arose in her throat but she held it down. She saw Poppy watching and listening in fascination. Her tail was banging against the ground with every word. Poppy wasn't one to hold back. Anyone could clearly see Mickey was not up to telling anymore of his story. Poppy was a pusher, and if one thing can be said about her... she loves stories. And she never accepts an unfinished one. "Well, you've already started" she said. "I'd love to hear more if that's alright. Excuse my manners, I am quite curious around people with great background stories" she added warmly with her best "tell me more" smile, which is usually quite convincing. (OOC- Ugh, it always annoys me how I must check up with Dale on everything Nah, it was just the "wriggle his way out" part I needed to know.)
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Post by Charmyte on May 5, 2010 18:26:54 GMT -5
Mickey gulped as Poppy urged him on. I can trust them, right? Mickey pondered. He'd hate to make and lose friends in a very short amount of time. Yeah. I can trust them. Mickey tried to reassure himself, but deep in his gut he felt as if something terrible would happen.
"Well, uh," Mickey stuttered, before regaining himself. "It happened just a few days ago. My old family lived out near the countryside. Out where strange things happen about the start of Summer. And well, uh..." Mickey stopped. Can I still get out of this? He thought. Nope. I've spoke a bit too far.
"See, just down the street from that house was a gas station. And see, I," Mickey felt his heart racing faster with each word. "One night I managed to take a large amount of gasoline. It was a very dark night, right after the sun had set. I had brought all that petrol to my old human's house and...I doused the wooded base. Then, " by now, Mickey had given up his guilt sound, and changed slowly into a maniacal tone.
"Then, using a lighter that they threw at me many years ago, I set the place ablaze. And you know what? I laughed. I stood there and laughed to my heart's content. I sat there and watched my horrible memories melt away!" Mickey took a breath, and spoke again, but in that guilty tone from the start.
"But that was until...until I heard the yelling of people. I saw the lights go on in a bedroom. Then in the baby's room. Moments went by, and I had stopped laughing. I watched with horror. Through the screen door I could see the father, the mother, and the young child crawl toward the door, down the hall. But just as they were reaching the door, the ceiling fell in on them. The father could only crawl for few final moments, stopping dead just a few inches short of the door." Mickey began to tear up.
"They weren't supposed to be there!" he said angrily. "It was discount night at their favorite diner. I didn't want them to die! What else could I do? I just hopped in the nearest shipping truck and sat there in the dark as the corpses of be ex-owners burned like kindling!" Mickey buried his face in his paws. Murderer. A thought like that always scarred him, kept him awake at night. And now he worried it would lose him the best friends he ever had.
(OOC: Exposition, oh boy. Yeah, Mickey's no angel. Plus I pondered the reaction of the characters...)
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Post by Soapy on May 5, 2010 19:46:40 GMT -5
Soapy listened carefully to Mickey's story as she ate her steak. When he got to the part about the fire he'd set she started thinking about what had happened two years ago. The way Jason looked when he was crushed by that wooden beam, the smell of the smoke, the wailing of sirens, then finding out the next day that her family was dead. Dead. Just like that she had lost them. Lost. How she hated that word to describe something so horrible. It made her family dying seem like she had just misplaced them like she would a chew toy. And Jason, poor Jason being so young and so brave had died at only 16. Soapy stopped chewing her steak and started to breathe heavily as memories came flooding back. She started panting harder and harder until her vision blurred and all she could see was the fire, the fire she had lost her family to. She watched in horror as Mickey, Harli, and the others around her turned into fire imps before her eyes, laughing and making fun of her, saying that she could have done better, that she was a coward and hadn't cared about her family. Soapy felt the invisible flames lick at her body, wrapping around her like ribbons. The fire imps were replaced with Jason and his mom and dad. Soapy stared, tears filling her eyes as they looked at her and shook their heads in disappointment. To the other dogs it just looked like she was freaking out, staring into nothing, her eyes filling up. "I tried", Soapy said, staring at the phantoms of her past owners. "I tried so hard to save you. I'm so sorry". Tears spilled down her cheeks as she stared at her dead family, and felt the flames wrap around her body, burning her. "Now it's your turn", said Jason. "No!", Soapy screamed, yelling. "I tried! I tried so hard!" The flames engulfed her and she was suddenly suffocating, dropping to the sandy ground that looked like stone to her and she slowly began to pass out. As she did she uttered one more, "I tried" before falling into darkness.
(OOC-Ah, nothing like a good old fashioned flashback. Oh yea, all the stuff Soapy is feeling and seeing is just in HER mind. Mickey's story made her hyperventilate and bring on this......idk what you'd call it. Not a vision. False reality? Idk. And sorry, this was rushed. So yea, Soapy just had a panic attack I suppose. False reality thinger. But it's all in her head. She's okay, just a little.....wound up? Also, I hate this post!)
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Post by Harli on May 5, 2010 20:00:54 GMT -5
Harli had finally finished off her meal and had curled up in the shade to listen to Mickey's tale. She felt a little irate at Poppy for urging him to tell a story he clearly didn't want to tell. As she listened, she felt surprised at the fact that she wasn't angry with him. Perhaps it was the look in his eyes. She laid her tail on his shoulder comfortingly for a moment, and then pulled back. The heeler turned away and began busying herself with some crawdads.
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Post by WonderDog on May 6, 2010 16:31:36 GMT -5
Poppy listened, her eyes sparkling maliciously throughout his story. Britney, noticing this, was expecting something bad. Poppy lost her smile. Her head was tilted. Poppy's gaze landed on her sister, but it wasn't her eyes. Sparkling blue. They almost seemed familiar. She heard Soapy having her panic attack, but Britney couldn't budge. Poppy had green eyes... how was that possible? Sparkling blue eyes... the yes of John, who had died for her... died for her own right to live... Poppy looked away and all of a sudden, Britney let out a high pitched murmur. A murmur that sounded like Don't leave me, John... "What a story" Poppy said, her face solemn. She gazed at her sister, who seemed paralyzed at where she had seen John's eyes. She gave Britney a strange smile. "There is nothing wrong with mistakes" Poppy spoke, slowly taking her eyes off Britney to look at Mickey. "We have all made them. All of us. Every single one of us have made a mistake..." Britney still hadn't budged. Poppy looked at her again, different eyes, a dark brown colour. The colour of the dobermans... her curious smile faded into an evil grin, of flashing teeth. The scene faded. Poppy was no more... or at least not what Britney could see. Just a dead body of an attractive brown colour with bleach blonde tufts behind his ears, but all of it... all of it was stained with blood. She tried to curl around it but it disappeared... a shadow hovered above her. "Britney..." it hissed. Belladonna flew above her. "Britney... Britney..." She had Poppy's voice... "Britney..." Britney shut her eyes and opened it to see Poppy, smiling at her. She hadn't lost the smile this time. "Oh dear... first Soapy now Britney... anyone else that wants to take a moment before we move on?" she asked politely. "Going once... going twice..." Britney looked at Soapy. She definitely didn't look herself. The flashbacks. But something filled her ears with ringing of a weeping angels voice... It's your fault, it's your fault, it's your fault... he would still be here if it weren't for you, it's your fault... they'd all still be here if it weren't for you, it's YOUR fault.And, with that, Britney fell, to the ground, limp. Poppy gave a slight smirk before faking a frown. "Is she alright?" Poppy asked. She clenched her throat up as much as she could, to make her breathing difficult. Poppy was going to force herself to have a panic attack. "I- she's dead! SHE'S DEAD! OH MY GOODNESS SHE'S DEAD!" Calm Poppy was no more... Britney clenched her eyes and slowly came around... slowly. "John..." she muttered. "John... where's John?" (OOC- I guess it's all down to Dale now. Sorry, Dale Oh, and sorry it's long And bad.)
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Post by Dale on May 6, 2010 16:47:13 GMT -5
(OOC- Sorry for the late post. Coursework and stuff ) "Oh...? Oh... oh yea! That's me" Dale said, when Harli asked if she was the dog she nearly knocked out with her radio.Dale watched the three dogs talk for a while, not quite knowing what to do. It was only until Soapy and Britney calm down, he felt a wave of relief. At last."I- sorry... she... just... sorta... ran away" Dale said, looking at Poppy eating. Poppy asked to hear Mickey's story and he started to tell it. He hoped Poppy wouldn't ask to hear more... she did. he winced when she asked. He cleared his throat, breaking the silence that had fallen."Poppy, if he doesn't want to tell it, he doesn't need t-" But Mickey had already started. So, he listened, his eyes darting to Poppy every so often... or... maybe every word? He wasn't counting. It was then Soapy started having her panic attack but Dale was a little occupied with his other sister, who seemed paralyzed."Brit...? Brit... come on Brit, snap outta it" he said. She did eventually. It had something to do with Poppy. He knew it had. He snarled at his younger sister, Poppy, before looking at Soapy."Are you alright, Soapy?" Dale asked her. "You seem a little... off." Then Britney fell."Ugh, too much things, happening at once!" Dale growled, confused and irratated. "Brit? Britney?" he asked, shaking his sister. Then Poppy starting having one of her issues. "Oh, now you?! Alright, look, if anyone else wants to have a panic attack or pass out, please do so now." He gazed around at the lack of the response before he realized there was life in the setter beneath his paws. He released his sister as she slowly came to... asking for John. Aw no..."Britney? Are you alright?" he asked, not wanting to be the one to tell her that John was dead, and that Britney knew that. He turned to Poppy and shook her violently. "SNAP OUTTA IT!" he yelled, hoping for some sort of response from his hysterical little sister. "It's this sea air..." Dale snapped, sharing the same hatred for the beach Britney had. "It clears your head alright, only to make it TOO clear... brings back the memories, doesn't it?" He sat down, getting a little fustrated.(OOC- So gentle and compassionate to the situation. Someone give Dale a medal *rolls eyes* You think he's like Itchy, Soapy? Hm, never really thought about it, I guess he is a mixture of Charlie and Itchy I guess ;D)
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Post by Harli on May 6, 2010 20:47:02 GMT -5
OOC: I'm confuzzled. Soapy, how did your post appear in between mine and charmyte's? It wasn't there last night. Hmm... Black magic! Witchcraft!
BIC: Despite the seriousness of the situation, Harli couldn't help but smirk at Dale's offer for the remaining parties to join the hysteria. There was only one thing that could make her freak out, and she was pretty sure he was hanging out at Lake Pontchartrain. She was safe. For now, anyway. While Dale was dealing with his siblings, Harli dipped her fedora into the water bucket and used the brim to pour a little bit of the water into Soapy's mouth. "We'll see if this brings her around," the cattle dog muttered, dabbing the rest of the water on the unconcious dog's face. "If it don't, I'll go steal some smelling salts of a paramedic or somethin'."
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Post by Soapy on May 6, 2010 22:35:27 GMT -5
(OOC-I have no idea Harli. From what I remember I posted right after Charmyte posted. I saw your post this morning after I had.)
Soapy laid there on the sand, lifeless and lost in a sea of black. When Harli dumped water on her she felt the coldness and she started to come around, but still lifeless. Liquid, she thought. Voices. Firemen? Is that.....blood I feel? Jason's blood or my own? Soapy didn't smell blood but she still wasn't sure. Everything was fuzzy and her head started to hurt her as she thought. I know those voices, Soapy thought. Why can't I figure out who they are? Her brain felt as if it were full of angry bees. Buzzing. And she couldn't hear right, couldn't make out what the voices were saying. She knew that she knew those voices but it hurt her head to even try and think of who they were. Soapy knew if she tried moving or opening her eyes now she would regret it. Her head and ears were buzzing and pounding much like how one would feel if they walked out of a club with really loud music. The voices weren't clear either. It sounded as if they were talking to Soapy underwater. In fact, that's how she felt. Like she was slowly falling to the endless bottom of a lake or ocean. She could hear crashing very far away and it sounded like waves. Was she really underwater? Soapy tried to take a breath and found out that it not only hurt but her throat felt tight. Tight like something was choking her. What's going on with me?, Soapy thought. Am I dead? Am I dying? Soapy laid lifeless still and didn't find any energy in her to move even a paw to show these voices that sounded frantic and soothing at the same time, that she was okay.
(OOC-Yes this is seriously how you feel after/during a panic attack. I should know. I have serious anxiety but I'm okay now. I'm been on meds for the d**n things since I was 12. Anyone who has anxiety like I do would know exactly how Soapy feels. And yes I still get attacks, but they aren't as serious.)
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Post by Dale on May 7, 2010 13:37:07 GMT -5
Dale decided to leave Britney to recover and started to make his way towards Soapy."Is she alright?" Dale asked, leaning down. "Maybe we should... I dunno... try talking to her? I know what I'm dealing with because... well..." , he jerked his head towards Poppy, "Little miss Sunshine over there gives good practise... too much of it, if you ask me." Dale leaned down so he was close enough to Soapy without alarming her. "Soapy? Are you alright? Can you give us any sign that you're still with us? If you can, that'll be great..." He waited."We should probably get some food for when she wakes up... and something to keep her warm" Dale said. "An old blanket would be good but where can we get one?" (OOC- I pretty much tried to think of when my little 13 year old sister fainted to type this, this was actually how my dad reacted Not me. I just stood there and watched asking "Is she awake? Is she awake? What about now, is she awake?" You say confuzzled too, Harli?! My friend thinks she made it up *rolls eyes* I keep telling her "No, you actually didn't". Girls... *sighs* I'll never understand them right. No offense ;D)
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Post by WonderDog on May 7, 2010 13:55:45 GMT -5
Britney closed her eyes and tried to remember anything. Images flashed through her mind... "And just remember..." She saw her mothers smiling face one last time. "You may be most horrible mutt when you grow up, but I will always love you. And if I leave you early, just remember, we will meet again. Because all dogs go to Heaven."The scene melted to see her mother trying to back up into a corner and a charmed Don, cursed by Belladonna to carry out murder on her behalf, ready for the kill... closing in... Don turned into a doberman, her mother changing into an attractive young mutt with a scared dog behind him, her green eyes filled with fear. The dog growled and John responded with a fearsome snarl. The doberman wasn't put off but laughed instead. "Really? You think you can REALLY get past ME?" he laughed. His rottwiler friend was tackling her far off friend, Billie, who was generally tough as a brick but was so ruthless at this moment under the towering rottwiler. "I can try..." John said, head butting the mutt in his chest which caused the doberman to stumble backwards. Britney shuffled back a few steps closer to the wall. "BRITNEY, RUN AWAY! GO!" "But... but..." "GO!" And so she ran... ran away...She opened her eyes again to see Poppy's green ones... staring into hers. Britney sighed and Poppy sat up. "All is not well with your friend" Poppy said. "John's dead... of course he's not well..." "Wha-, who is John?" Poppy asked. "John's dead... it... doesn't feel RIGHT without him..." Britney said. Poppy looked over her sisters shoulder at the lifeless Soapy. Britney turned her head to see Soapy. "What happened?" "I believe it was a panic attack" Poppy said. "She had... a... panic attack?" Britney asked. "Why?" "Why are you asking me? I only knew her for ten minutes" Poppy said, rolling her eyes. Britney wanted to walk over to her limp friend. But she didn't find the courage. She couldn't even look at her without seeing John, dead, on the alleyway floor, bleeding but it was too late to stop it. The guilt, knowing he had died for Britney, was too much. Britney closed her eyes tighter and sat up, refusing to lok at the scene. He's all alone up there... I can tell, he doesn't like it there... Britney thought. Poppy walked over to Soapy. "She's still alive" she spoke, slowly. "As far as I can tell. It's not like Britney is coming over... she obviously can't stand the sight." Poppy looked over at her sister, who had her head bent and was awfully still. She almost looked like she was going to faint again, but no matter how much Poppy counted down, Britney remained conscious, just staring at the ground. (OOC- Britney, you bad bad friend! I just practised my own spacing ability to type this
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Post by Charmyte on May 7, 2010 19:15:02 GMT -5
Mickey raised his head when he heard the commotion going on. He had certainly been crying for a few moments, but things had drastically changed in that short time. He saw Soapy lying on the ground, motionless, with Poppy beside her.
"Oh man, what's goin' on!? She's okay right?" Mickey was panicking. It was one thing to lose a friend, it was another to LOSE a friend. "Was it the story? I knew I shouldn't have. Is everyone else ok, Poppy?"
Did I do this? Mickey wondered.
(OOC: BLUGH! First I waste 20 minutes fidgeting with my computer's Internet connection from Hell trying to just GET here, then...writer's block. And what a terrible time for it, there is so much going on!)
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Post by Harli on May 7, 2010 21:19:49 GMT -5
OOC: None taken, Dale. I don't get them, either, and I am one. Patheticness at its finest.
BIC: Harli heaved a sigh and got up. "Rin Tin Tin to the rescue," she muttered, shaking the sand from her coat and taking off. She didn't know these dogs from Adam, yet here she was running down the street in search of an ambulance to pilfer for them. She finally spotted one parked at the corner. The driver and paramedics appeared to be inside a restaurant having lunch, so Harli unlatched the back door and crawled inside. "Let's see here," she muttered, wrinkling her nose at the medicinal smells. "If were a smelling salt, where would I be?" She began rifling through the cabinets until she found a first-aid box. A quick inspection revealed several packets of smelling salts in the bottom, so the cattle dog closed the container and decided to take the whole thing with her. She leaped out the back of the now-trashed ambulance and ran back down the street to the beach. "I got something! These'll bring 'er around for sure." Harli opened a package of the salts and held them under Soapy's nose. She glanced over at Dale. "Do you know anything about her medical history? I mean, is she like a diabetic or somethin'?"
OOC: Right. Like Harli knows anything about diabetes. I was gonna bring Cooper in and send Harli into "panic mode" along with everyone else, but this post was longer than I intended. I'll wait on him a bit.
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Post by Soapy on May 7, 2010 22:06:15 GMT -5
Soapy laid there motionless, still feeling like she was underwater. The voices she heard around her were getting slightly clearer but her head and ears were still ringing. She desperately tried to open her eyes to at least see if she could see straight or what she would see. In her head she imagined either the bottom of the ocean or clouds. Pink, fluffy clouds with angel dogs sitting among them but she couldn't find the strength to open her eyes. She tried breathing again and the air felt thick, her throat closing tighter with each second. It was when, and only when she inhaled and smelled something that smelled awful! Just awful. My body rotting?, Soapy thought. My body rotting at the bottom of the.... It was then her green eyes bolted open, her eyeball moving around wide eyed. She inhaled deeply again and quickly sat up, shaking her head, trying to rid the smell now stuck in her nose and also to rid the ringing in her ears and woozy head. Bad idea. When Soapy stopped and she opened her eyes she felt her legs weaken and she laid back down looking around, the world blurry and spinning. She mumbled something close to 'what happened' before she felt her stomach stir and felt vomit make its way up her throat. No, Soapy thought. She started dry heaving for about ten minutes before she puked all over the sand, her head feeling as if it imploded as she did. When she was done she shakily got up, looking around her blinking, her vision clearing. She saw Harli, Britney, Dale, Poppy and Mickey around her. "Oh god", she moaned. "What happened to me? And what is that smell?" She looked at Harli and realized the smell was coming from something her new friend was holding. "Oh for the love of....", Soapy started before dry heaving again. She made a motion to Harli to get rid of it before she threw up again. "Oh my head", said Soapy, laying back down and laying her paws across her face. "So bright.....wait..." Soapy uncovered her eyes. "I'm not dead! I'm not drowning! I'm not....it was all in my....." Soapy frowned as she suddenly remembered what happened. "Jason....none of that was real....I....I wasn't really....because". Soapy thought for a second. "Jason", she said softly. "I'm so sorry....even if that wasn't real I'm sorry". She noticed the dogs around her who were probably giving her disturbed looks. Soapy looked to her right and saw Poppy. "I....Poppy?", Soapy asked. "What happened? I cant remember much....I thought I was....with....in the...ocean." Soapy shook her head again and groaned. She knew she was talking nonsense as she tried to explain what she had seen and felt but she couldn't focus. "Harli", Soapy said drunkenly after a long pause. "I....what was that stuff? Oh my head. What in the name of Annabelle is wrong with me?" Soapy swallowed thickly and felt her throat burn. "Water", said Soapy, then feeling her stomach growl. "I....I appear to be....hungry....thirsty..." 'I'm dehydrated', Soapy had tried to say but it came out in a garbled mess. It seemed her brain was moving quicker than her mouth. "I....Britney...", said Soapy in her attempt to ask where Britney was. I need to see Britney!, her mind screamed, causing her to cringe. I also need water and food and whatever stuff that Harli is holding out of my face! In her delirious and dehydrated state, Soapy could only come out with words that were garbled and slurred.
(OOC-No she's not drunk. Just a side effect from what happened plus the smelling salts)
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Post by Charmyte on May 7, 2010 23:17:36 GMT -5
Mickey was thrilled by Soapy's consciousness, but a bit disturbed as well.
"Whoa, slow down. You been out for a while, you really had us worried there!" Mickey leaned towards Harli. "Where do you get...that stuff?" Sure it was the wrong time, but something that brought dogs back from seemed death had to be good.
Mickey watched Soapy act unusual. There must be something in the air, folks seem to be going nuts! Mickey thought. Through the barrage of syllables and sounds, all Mickey was able to make out was 'water.' Remembering the very bucket Soapy had filled, or at least tried to fill, for him earlier, he pushed it forward.
"Here Soapy, drink up, you need it more." Mickey waited a moment, thinking of how to word his next question. "Okay then, let's get caught up here. Me, apparently being stupid, must ask: Who is Annabelle?"
(OOC: Mickey is very thoughtful, albeit naive, when it comes to the world around him. Besides, Mickey doesn't have any reason TO know who Belladonna and Annabelle are)
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Post by Harli on May 8, 2010 18:55:45 GMT -5
Harli glanced down at the smelling salts still in her paw when Mickey questioned her about them. "I ransacked the back of an ambulance and stole the paramedic's first-aid kit," she replied, motioning to the box. She looked at the smelling salts again when Soapy reacted a little more violently than she'd expected. "Well, maybe I did use a bit too much." She tossed the salts away and sat back down. "Britney's kind of, erm... occupied at the moment."
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