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Post by Hedge on Mar 16, 2003 21:02:03 GMT -5
*Hedge is running as fast as her great dane legs can carry her... running from someone or something that she cannot see... the night is so dark... the fog is so thick... that horrible Louisiana fog... so thick you could cut it with a knife... *
"Someone... please... help... me..." *panting and desperately looking for a place to hide whenever she passes near a streetlight...*
*Suddenly she stops and turns... baring her teeth and standing as straight and tall as she can...*
"WHO ARE YOU??? WHAT DO YOU WANT???" *she barks into the darkness...*
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Post by Killer on Mar 16, 2003 22:21:06 GMT -5
As Hedge turns around, Killer is coming from the other direction, therefore behind her at the moment, struggling to see through the fog himself and, to make matters worse, he is without his glasses. One can only guess where he's misplaced them this time and, if it wasn't so foggy, it'd be an easy guess. They currently rest on top of his head, just above his eyebrows.
Staggering along, he is moving in silence, having no desire to reveal his fear and vulnerability on this creepy night in town. It isn't long before the inevitable happens--he has a head-on collision with Hedge's rump and, in his blind state, it scares him spitless.
"Ack!" he cries out and stumbles sideways, falling over on his back, panicking, "Oh-ho! Whoever you are, please don't hurt me! I...I...I-I-I-I...I didn't mean to bump into you. Really, I didn't! Please don't stuff me in a trash can and roll me out into a busy four-lane intersection!"
Who knows where that plea came from, but anyone who knows Killer and even a little information about his past can safely guess that it is something that he's probably experienced before and, obviously, he doesn't want it to happen to him again if he can help it.
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Post by Hedge on Mar 18, 2003 21:19:07 GMT -5
*Hedge stifles a yelp and claps a paw over Killer's mouth to keep him from yelling*
"Shhhhh, Killer, somebody or something is following me... it's too dark to see and the fog is so thick, I can't seem to pick up a scent at all..."
*Even tho' it's Killer and he is scared of his own shadow, Hedge feels comforted that he's there.*
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Post by Killer on Mar 19, 2003 0:37:22 GMT -5
Unable to see two feet in front of him due to his "missing" glasses, it takes a few moments for it to register who Killer has bumped into. Hedge's voice calms him a bit, knowing she won't hurt him, but his heart is still racing and does so even more as Hedge speaks of someone mysteriously following her. He nods in response to her instructions, unable to speak as Hedge has her paw over his mouth.
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Post by Hedge on Mar 21, 2003 21:40:11 GMT -5
*Hedge removes her paw from Killer's mouth so he can speak...*
"Killer, can you smell or hear ANYTHING? I mean, we know you can't see as it is...even without the fog..."
*Hedge perks up her ears and listens...*
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Post by Killer on Mar 22, 2003 21:17:49 GMT -5
Killer pauses to sniff the air, ears perked to catch any strange noises. His ears swivel forward and back, but he hears nothing unusual. Still, instincts tell him that Hedge is right. They are not alone.
"I don't hear anything," he replies softly, "I don't smell anything either, but...I've got a creepy feelin' that someone--or something--is out there. Hedge...I'M SCARED!"
He immediately adopts a cowering position, shrinking down to the concrete and trembling, nearsighted eyes shifting uneasily as he somehow expects some scary thing to leap out of the shadows to prey upon them.
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Post by Hedge on Mar 25, 2003 21:55:37 GMT -5
*Whispering softly to Killer* "I don't know who it is, but they've been following me ever since I left the warehouse... I wonder if it's one of Carface's cronies... he's always having someone follow me as if he thinks I'm going to double cross him or something... I'm so sick and tired of his greed!!!"
*Gathering her courage, Hedge, stands straight and tall and glares into the darkness...*
"I SAID... WHO ARE YOU... AND WHAT DO YOU WANT!!!!"
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Post by Killer on Mar 25, 2003 22:46:26 GMT -5
Killer swallows hard and looks in the direction from which the mysterious follower seems to be lurking. He knows about Carface having his thugs follow Hedge. The nasty pit bull had even asked him--several times--to tail Hedge, but so far, Killer has managed to decline and remain alive.
"I wasn't followin' ya," he whispers back, "I was just lookin' for my glasses. I have no idea what I did with 'em this time."
He still has no clue that his glasses rest unharmed on top of his head, just above his eyebrows. As Hedge turns and barks with a voice that speaks authority at the faceless, formless stranger in the shadows, Killer musters enough courage to stand his ground beside her, hackles raised along his back--though more out of hair-raising fear than true aggression.
"You heard the Hedge," he snarls in the toughest voice he can choke out, "Show your face, you cowardly piece of moldy rotten cheese, or there'll be...umm...me and Hedge to pay!"
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Post by Hedge on Mar 26, 2003 9:56:02 GMT -5
*Hedge stands alongside Killer with hackles raised and begins to snarl in her snarliest growl... then stops... and listens... Nothing... not a sound... zip... zowee... nada*
"Hmmm, she whispers to Killer, somebody is there... I know it..."
*She calms down and sits... grabbing Killer with her paw, she pulls him in close and asks him quietly...* "Killer, I know that Carface has his cronies follow me, but I don't know who they are... I think you do... I've proven to be a good friend to you, so I am hoping that you will tell me..."
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Post by Killer on Mar 26, 2003 22:54:39 GMT -5
Killer nods and swallows again audibly, getting the idea that Hedge isn't fooling around with this urgent request. He sniffs again, but still can't pick up a definite scent.
"It could be any of 'em," he whispers, "Lemme see...there's Jezebel--she's dangerous. Wynd--he's dangerous, but he's also his own dog. He doesn't really listen to the boss. Hinder...no wait. He's too stupid. Thunder is of about equal mentality. Hedge, I'm not sure who it is! It could be anybody! If it's Jezebel, we're in trouble...of course, you'd be quite a match for her...seein' as how you're a great dane and she's a...whippet. If I could see, I'd go check it out. You want that I should anyway?"
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Post by Hedge on Apr 1, 2003 7:59:54 GMT -5
*Brings her paw up to wipe her brow and then goes to put it back on Killer's shoulder, but hits his head with it, striking something there...*
"Whoa, what's this..."* she snatches whatever it is before it hits the ground... feeling with her paws, she realizes it is Killer's glasses...*
"Oops, sorry Killer... didn't mean to knock your glasses off you... Here you go..." *Slips his glasses back on his face**
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Post by Killer on Apr 2, 2003 0:09:54 GMT -5
Killer blinks as his world goes from foggy and blurry to just foggy. He breathes a heavy sigh of relief and turns a grateful grin in Hedge's direction, though he can't see her very well because of the fog.
"Whew! Thanks Hedge," he whispers, "I feel alot better now--"
As he speaks, something crashes in the alleyway and he makes an involuntary leap into Hedge's arms, clinging to the bigger dog's neck in a classic cartoon take.
"I take that back," he squeaks, "I won't feel better 'til we're outta this creepy place!"
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Post by Hedge on Apr 3, 2003 8:14:47 GMT -5
*A car's headlights going by, shed a little light into the darkness... Hedge narrows her eyes taking advantage of the sudden light to scan the surroundings for the unknown assailant... she barely makes out a lone figure... hmmmm, it looks familiar*
"All right, tough guy... just what are you up to?"
*Puts Killer on the ground...*
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Post by Killer on Apr 4, 2003 1:04:44 GMT -5
Killer cringes and shrinks back behind Hedge, so scared he thinks he might have a nervous breakdown, but then he reconsiders his own feelings and feels ashamed.
"What kinda dog am I?" he mutters to himself, "I should be guarding Hedge, not hiding behind her."
Having convinced himself, he bravely steps forward to protect Hedge from the faceless monster. His bravery is nothing but a crock if one can see through the fog to notice his legs shaking uncontrollably.
"Sh-sh-show your face, y-you coward," he tries to snarl, but it sounds more like snivelling, "I'm not a-scared of you."
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Post by Hedge on Apr 4, 2003 8:01:57 GMT -5
*Unwilling to wait any longer... and finding an amazing surge of adrenalin flowing through her, Hedge begins to run towards the 'stalker'... she is now in control as whoever it is begins running from her...*
"Killer, you can either stay there or come with me... I'm gonna find out who this dog is!"
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