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Post by Killer on Apr 19, 2003 0:26:57 GMT -5
Killer does a bit more than just protest. He stubbornly digs his heels into the floor and leans back in an attempt to resist Hedge's pulling, but, let's get real here. He's struggling against a young Great Dane for Heaven's sake! Needless to say, he doesn't stand a chance.
"C'mon, Hedge! Please!" he strains, continuing to pull back, "I'm sure sh-she's a very busy girl with much better things to do than humor an old mutt like me. Leggo! I don't wanna--ow!"
Both his physical and verbal resistance cease with a distinct "crunch". All that fighting did for him was throw his back out. A bit too stiff and uncomfortable to struggle anymore, he gives up and allows Hedge to drag him backstage, his expression contorted into one on the verge of hollering in pain.
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Post by Kila on Apr 22, 2003 22:00:25 GMT -5
~~Unaware that Hedge and Killer are heading her way, Kila has retreated backstage to remove some make-up and return her glasses to her face. Her vision is not half as bad as Killer's, but she does wear glasses, being farsighted and all.~~
"That went well. I still am never going to perform on a Friday night though. You're just a big chicken."
~~She sighs and frowns at her reflection in the mirror, tempted to scribble on it with the lipstick lying on the vanity and blot out her own image of which she is ashamed, yet she's not sure why.~~
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Post by Hedge on Apr 23, 2003 12:13:16 GMT -5
"Sorry about your back Killer, but you shouldn't have struggled..."
*Approaching Kila's dressing room door, Hedge pauses for a second, looks at Killer and winks, then proceeds to knock on the door...*
"So, Killer, do you think she's cute or what?"
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Post by Killer on Apr 23, 2003 21:54:50 GMT -5
Killer's nervousness returns despite the pain in his spine as they near Kila's dressing room and, though he can't find the nerve to physically struggle again--having a low tolerance for pain--he does pick up vocal protesting once more.
"Uh-huh. Cute. But Hedge, I--" he gasps in horror as Hedge lifts a paw to knock on the door, "Hedge! Don't even...think about it."
The last three words come out in a groan as he is too late and Hedge has already knocked before he's even finished his sentence. He drags a paw down his face helplessly, silently praying no one answers.
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Post by Kila on Apr 26, 2003 8:30:43 GMT -5
~~At the vanity inside the dressing room, Kila jolts upright quickly at the knock on the door. So quickly that she upsets a vase full of dead flowers. She cringes as it crashes to the floor. At first, it seems Killer's prayers mayb be answered as she doesn't plan on answering the door, but then she reconsiders.~~
"Might be my so-called manager."
~~She grumbles a bit, then crosses the room and opens the door. She is shocked at who she finds there and she plans to get rid of them as quickly (and hopefully as kindly) as possible. She tries to be calm and polite, but she's about as good at hiding her nervousness as Killer is.~~
"Oh...hello. Wh-who might you two be?"
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Post by Killer on Apr 26, 2003 23:05:00 GMT -5
Killer heaves a sigh of relief when no one answers right away and he starts to reverse the whole scenario and drag Hedge--as if he posesses that kind of strength--away from the door.
"Well, whadda ya know?" he speaks rapidly between nervous chuckles, "I guess she left, huh? Why don't we just do the same? No sense in stickin' around here, huh Hedge? Right, Hedge? I mean--oh-ho..."
He whimpers as the door opens suddenly and Kila appears. His jaw drops to the floor as she is even more attractive up close...especially to a nearsighted dog like himself. Needless to say, he can't find his tongue to answer her question, so he just stares stupidly, looking pretty comical with his mouth hanging open and his glasses sliding helplessly down his nose.
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Post by Hedge on Apr 27, 2003 9:23:10 GMT -5
*Hedge beams a big smile at Kila, while maintaining a tight grip on Killer, whom she fears may faint at any moment as he feels a little sweaty*
"Hi there! My name is Hedge and this here is Killer... a good friend of mine... we just wanted to pop back here and tell you how wonderful you sounded... you really put emotion into that song... it's been so long since we've heard good singin' come from this place... Kila, isn't it? We would just like to welcome you... and we hope you will sing some more..."
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Post by Kila on Apr 28, 2003 10:39:51 GMT -5
"Hello Hedge. Killer. Um...thanks. I'm glad you enjoyed the song."
~~Anyone can tell she is very nervous as she speaks to them, wringing the tag on her collar constantly.~~
"Yep, I'm Kila. The...er...one and only, eh-heh. It's up to Sasha or Charlie whether I sing again. If they liked it, they'll probably ask me to come again...I just hope it's not on a Friday night."
~~She grumbles that last part of her statement, preferring to sing to a crowd of one or two rather than the big one she performed for tonight.~~
"Are you two regulars here?"
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Post by Hedge on Apr 28, 2003 20:35:18 GMT -5
*Hedge notices that Kila is as nervous as Killer... sheesh, these two are a match made in heaven!!!!!*
"If you keep on singin' honey, we'll keep on comin'!!!! What was that you said about not wanting to sing on Friday nights? You sang tonight didn't you? My goodness!!!! Didn't you hear the crowd clapping and whistling and doing wolf calls? They loved you!!!!! The worst part of working here for you should be your managers, Sasha and Charlie..."
*Hedge sticks her paw in her mouth as if gagging...*
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Post by Killer on Apr 28, 2003 21:26:55 GMT -5
Killer can only stare in awe at Kila as Hedge introduces him and herself. By now, his glasses are dangling on the tip of his nose. As Kila says hello to Hedge, then to him, it's about all the old mutt can take. He keels over and faints dead away, falling to the floor with a resounding "thud".
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Post by Kila on Apr 28, 2003 22:51:55 GMT -5
~~Kila blinks, a bit startled as Killer collapses on the floor. She stares at him questioningly for a moment before turning her attention back to Hedge.~~
"Well...I'm sort of new to this whole "show dog" thing. When they scheduled me to sing tonight, I hadn't expected such a large crowd. Live and learn, right? I promised myself I will never perform on a Friday night again...not for a while anyway."
~~She laughs a little as Hedge makes a gagging motion with her paw while speaking of Charlie and Sasha. Her first impression of Charlie hadn't been a fantastic one, to say the least, but she didn't really see him as being a bad dog. Obviously, she has much to learn. It isn't long before she glances at Killer again and realizes he's still out cold.~~
"Um...does he always pass out like that? Is he okay? I didn't scare him to death or anything, did I?"
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Post by Hedge on May 6, 2003 14:13:16 GMT -5
Hedge looks down at Killer, smirks and shakes her head, then looks back up at Kila...
"Let's just say Killer is very shy and you have bowled him over... He's a sweetie, this dog is..."
Hedge bends down and begins grunting as she pulls Killer to a sitting position, adjusts his glasses back on his face then smacks his cheek lightly with her paw... (Ooooh, that was fun!)
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Post by Killer on May 6, 2003 21:49:07 GMT -5
Killer groans and his eyes look anything but focused as he opens them. Truth be known right now, even with his glasses on, he's seeing double and feeling dizzy. Maybe it was the root beer--wait. Did he even drink any of it?
"Wha-what happened?" he groans, shaking his head in an attempt to clear it. Then he suddenly realizes what must have happened and he is totally embarrassed. His face turns visibly red under his fur as he avoids eye contact with Kila, picking himself up and trying to regain his dignity.
"Sorry," he forces a grin that isn't supposed to show his humiliation--but it does--as he stares at the floor and scuffs a forepaw across the carpet, "Uhh...low blood sugar, eh-heh."
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Post by Hedge on May 7, 2003 7:38:38 GMT -5
Hedge grins at Kila as she keeps a tight grip on Killer and drags him up until he's standing right in front of Kila... Hedge supports him with both paws under his armpits (Yuk! True friends!)
"You know, you two have alot in common... (Silence) For one thing... you are both as nervous as a dog being hung over a pirhanna pit!!!" (Oops! Did I say that?)
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Post by Killer on May 7, 2003 21:52:50 GMT -5
Killer's eyes widen considerably as he finds himself practically nose-to-nose with Kila. He swallows hard and refuses to lift his gaze from the floor, willing himself not to faint again in her presence.
"Hedge," he mutters out the side of his mouth in a warning tone, "This is not my strong suit. Let's say our good-byes and high-tail it out of here! I have acrobatic butterflies that like to practice their routine at times like this and, right now, they're flipping halfway up my throat! If it's not butterflies, it's something else, get my drift?"
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