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Post by Killer on May 20, 2003 23:11:10 GMT -5
The thought of food makes Killer feel sicker still and his face takes on that nasty greenish tint--the same way it gets when he accidentally inhales Carface's cigar smoke. He grunts as Hedge elbows him and sidesteps away from her, frowning as he rubs his side. As he realizes what Hedge is signalling him to do, he hesitates, giving her a pleading look as he resents the fact that he's been put on the spot.
"I'm gonna get you for this," he threatens, mouthing the words silently just before relenting and slinking over to play his part as a gentleman--or dog.
He pulls the chair out and dusts the seat off with a forepaw, though he still avoids making eye contact with Kila, his gaze more or less glued to the floor.
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Post by Kila on May 21, 2003 9:43:55 GMT -5
~~Kila doesn't realize Killer is attempting to be courteous until it's a bit too late. By the time he gets Hedge's message, Kila has already seated herself on another chair. Her face turns beat red under her fur, feeling really stupid. She quickly gets up and accepts Killer's offer, however awkward it may be to do so.~~
"Sorry. Thank you."
~~She whispers sheepishly to him with an apologetic smile. She then turns to Hedge with the same awkward smile.~~
"I'm actually from Canada. I came down here because...well...too many painful memories back home."
~~She looks down and shrugs slightly, hoping neither Killer nor Hedge will get too curious about that as she has no desire to face it.~~
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Post by Killer on May 21, 2003 21:48:15 GMT -5
Killer glances at her for a fraction of a second--just long enough to offer a lopsided grin--then he sidles away to do the same thing with the chair for Hedge, seeing no reason not to. He then sits down himself, intending to just keep his mouth shut and listen. He looks at no one and just focuses on drawing imaginary circles on the table with his paw.
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Post by Hedge on May 23, 2003 7:03:23 GMT -5
Hedge thanks Killer for being a gentledog and silently wishes he would lighten up and stop being such a grumpy spoiled pear... sometimes it's hard to be lighthearted around him... sometimes it was a downright fight to remain cheerful around such dismal depressing company... sure, he's had a rough life... been kicked around and beaten, but Hedge was patiently trying to show him that he had the power to change that... he could make choices that would free him of the awful chains that seemed to tie him down... her brow wrinkles with worry as she looks at the two stressed out obviously nervous dogs sitting near her... what has she gotten herself into?
Trying to maintain a cheerful countenance, Hedge addresses Kila... "So, you are from Canada? Wow! It's cold up there!!! And, you came here all by yourself? I'm impressed! How did you get across the border?"
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Post by Kila on May 23, 2003 8:55:04 GMT -5
"I guess you could say I finally figured out what the pipes on the underside of a tractor trailer are for."
~~She grins and wiggles her brows knowingly, relieved that neither Hedge nor Killer questioned about her painful past.~~
"I just kept hitching rides under semis until I got to where I wanted to go...and here I am. It was an adventure though, let me tell you. I came here following some crazy dream. I've always dreamed of being a singer. Right now, I guess it's a shot in the dark. Tonight was my first performance in front of an audience."
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Post by Killer on May 24, 2003 0:02:21 GMT -5
Killer glances up from drawing imaginary circles to look at Kila briefly, attempting to study her with quick, almost inconspicuous shifting of his eyes. She seems like a self-sufficient character...one who knows what she's doing, or is that just a mask?
"Sure coulda fooled me," he speaks up almost impulsively, "You seemed so confident on stage...like ya'd been doin' it for years--uh...sorry. Didn't mean to interrupt. I'll shut up now."
The timid, self-conscious old mutt quietly goes back to "doodling" on the table with a forepaw, looking as though he's trying to make himself as small as possible, which he probably is as he's silently wishing he could make himself disappear from this uncomfortable social situation.
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Post by Kila on May 24, 2003 8:51:00 GMT -5
~~Kila smiles modestly at the compliment, but makes a face as Killer suddenly withdraws once again, puzzled by his behavior.~~
"You aren't interrupting. This conversation includes you too, you know? You have just as much of a right to speak as I do."
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Post by Hedge on May 24, 2003 12:33:01 GMT -5
Hedge's eyes study first Killer's face and then Kila's... She is about to speak up when the dogstress (waitress) stops by the table and asks if they'd like to order...
"Yes... Kila, Killer... what do you say we just order the sampler and 3 bowls of ice water with lemon... they say lemon is very good for the throat after you've been singing... which, I have to tell you again, Kila, was fantastic..."
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Post by Killer on May 24, 2003 22:37:42 GMT -5
Killer looks up at Kila, a bit surprised at her remark as nearly everyone--except Hedge--tells him to shut up whenever he dares to offer his opinion on anything. A small smile forms on his muzzle as he blushes and lowers his gaze again, this time his circle-drawing looks more like bashful scuffling. He recovers as Hedge speaks.
"Uhh...that's...fine by me," he chuckles nervously, trying to regain his composure, "W-whatever you ladies want."
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Post by Kila on May 25, 2003 11:35:00 GMT -5
"That sounds great, Hedge. I didn't know lemon was said to be good for a singer's throat. Thanks again for the compliment, but I have a long way to go."
~~She smiles and folds her paws on the table and studies them, seeming to be at a loss for anything intelligent to say.~~
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Post by Hedge on May 30, 2003 6:36:47 GMT -5
Hedge is about to say something, when a golden retriever mix comes over to the table. He looks directly at Kila and says, "Hey, good-lookin' that was some right good singin' you done... could ya do one more? I already asked Charlie... he said it was ok." He completely ignores Hedge and Killer....Hedge smacks him on top of the head..."Benny! Where are your manners, you fool! Can't you see she's tired and we were just about to eat?"
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Post by Killer on May 31, 2003 23:01:37 GMT -5
Killer grins and lifts a paw in a half-wave to Benny, recognizing him even though he rarely makes an appearance in the Fleabite without Carface and Carface only makes an appearance when he has some nasty scheme up his sleeve.
"How's it goin', Benjamin?" he smirks a bit, not really knowing whether that's Benny's full name or not, he just likes saying that.
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Post by Kila on Jun 1, 2003 1:11:09 GMT -5
"Well...I suppose I could do one more while we wait for our food. Any specific requests, Benny?"
~~Kila smiles good-naturedly at the retriever. She is nervous, but she knows if she is ever going to get her career off the ground, she needs to cater to the listeners once in a while.~~
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Post by Hedge on Jun 1, 2003 8:32:29 GMT -5
OOC: Hehe... oui, oui, oui, grunt, grunt, grunt... maybe Benny will be a new character, huh? If so, I'll make him Louisiana believable, yes indeedy do!!!
BIC: Hedge watched quietly, as Benny rubbed his head and scowled at her and then scowled and stuck out his tongue at Killer... "Awright, awready... cut that out!" Turns back to Kila, still rubbing his head and asks if she knows a song called "Everybody Has A Dream" by some New York guy named Billy Joel... In typical retriever style, Benny wiggles his eyebrows as Hedge backs him up with a "YES! I love that song!!!!"
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Post by Killer on Jun 1, 2003 23:08:03 GMT -5
With Kila's attention distracted to Benny, Killer takes advantage of the moment. He stares dreamily at Kila, barely hearing any of the conversation floating around, lost in his own little world which seems to be centered around the female singer for now.
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