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Post by Hedge on May 6, 2003 14:24:39 GMT -5
Hedge sighs contentedly and stretches out on her side, the springtime sunshine feels so good on her fur... She lets her head flop back down on the warm pavement... closes her eyes again... Her nose wiggles sideways as she catches different scents wafting through the gentle breeze.... hmmmm, fresh baked bread, sizzling bacon, eggs, Killer... Killer?
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Post by Killer on May 6, 2003 22:04:08 GMT -5
After that unforgettable night on the pier (and in the water) Killer is totally drained and had bearly been able to do Carface's bidding that morning. It was the last straw when he fell asleep in the freezing meat locker. Carface had demanded that he make himself scarce for the rest of the day--for his own sake.
So Killer had dragged his miserable carcass outside. To do what, he wasn't sure. The next thing he knew, he had collapsed not far away from the casino in exhaustion. He's the picture of a dead-to-the-world dog, flat on his belly, head resting between his forepaws, and back feet stretched straight out behind him. Any other dog might not have looked all that bad lying like that, but Killer looks ridiculous...and dog-tired.
His senses are dulled by his exhaustion and his brain has all but shut down. Hedge may sense his presence one way or another, but he hasn't the slightest clue that she's there. Aside from being upwind of her, he wouldn't know it if her scent wafted up and physically pinched his nose.
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Post by Hedge on May 7, 2003 20:46:43 GMT -5
Hedge lazily lifts her head and looks in the direction of Killer's scent... the last she had heard after she left the pier was Carface bellering at Killer and a loud smack or two... Curiosity getting the better of her, Hedge reluctantly begins to rise, stretching her long legs far in front of her... and then, unable to resist, flops back down on her belly and does the 'army crawl' scratching her belly on the rough warm pavement... "Ah, that feels so good..."
Suddenly, she rises to all fours and trots in the direction of Killer's smell... Yup, there he is... looking ridiculously like a puppy with his back feet stretched out behind him and his woebegone face resting between his front paws... Quietly, so as not to disturb him, Hedge circles a few times then lies down next to him... the silence between the two is comfortable... and reassuring... nice to be friends and not have to talk all the time...
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Post by Killer on May 7, 2003 22:10:42 GMT -5
Killer is still dead to the world even when Hedge comes to rest beside him...until he gets that weird sensation that only comes to an over-tired sleeper--that feeling that he's falling from a very high place. Naturally, he jerks himself awake with a gasp just before he "hits the ground" and, panting, he fumbles around for his glasses which he'd taken off and placed nearby.
"Ack!" he yelps, startled once he has his glasses on and looks around to find Hedge beside him, but he calms down quickly, "Oh, Hedge! It's you. I...I just had one of those crazy falling-from-a-high-place dream things and it scared me. Ugh!"
Having settled back down and his heartbeat returning to a calmer pace, he yawns--a yawn fit to crack his jaw--and stretches his front legs, though still maintaining his ridiculous position. He offers a feeble, lop-sided smile to Hedge and lays his head back down, his bloodshot eyes half-closed for a moment before shutting altogether once again. He's not asleep though. Only resting and that is evident as he keeps one ear perked toward Hedge should she choose to speak. Silence usually makes him squirm, but, like Hedge, he finds this particular silence comfortable and not the least bit ominous.
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Post by Marik_Ishtars_Gurl on May 8, 2003 5:08:54 GMT -5
OOC: He fell asleep in the meat locker?! LOL! That'd make an interesting RP scenario. XD
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Post by Hedge on May 8, 2003 7:03:58 GMT -5
Hedge glances sympathetically at Killer... poor stupid dog, she thinks to herself...but aloud she says, "Rough night, huh Killer?"
OOC: Falling asleep in a meatlocker would make for an interesting rp, now that you mention it! Gross, but interesting...
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Post by Killer on May 8, 2003 22:56:12 GMT -5
OOC- Actually, there was an RP on SOS where Killer ended up getting locked in there.  Dun remember if he fell asleep or not, but Wynd got him out, LOL!  BIC- Killer's tilted ear twitches slightly as his eyes just barely open for a split second in response to Hedge's voice for, even though he's aware of her presence and he'd been expecting her to speak, as tired as he is, his nerves are shot and it still startles him."Uh-huh," he replies with a slight nod, "If I never taste bayou water again, it'll be too soon." |
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Post by Marik_Ishtars_Gurl on May 9, 2003 4:57:00 GMT -5
OOC: XD. Really. Do you remember the name of the thread? ^___^
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Post by Hedge on May 9, 2003 10:50:02 GMT -5
Sighs in agreement... "I know the feeling..." Pauses, then asks casually, "Does Carface have the agenda posted for today and who is doing what?"
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Post by Killer on May 10, 2003 0:18:38 GMT -5
OOC- It was called "A 'chilly' dog!", hehe. It wasn't very long, but there were a couple of funny lines. BIC- Killer yawns again and buries his face in his paws, rubbing his bloodshot eyes vigorously, despising the feeling of having no energy during the day and somehow believing that, if he rubs his eyes enough, they'll stay open."I dunno," he answers nasally as his nose is pressed against the pavement while he's rubbing his eyes, "He booted me out for the day 'cause I dozed off when I was s'posed to be weighin' the steaks...said he'll personally tan my hide if I cross his path today. I figure I'm safest outside 'cause the boss hardly ever leaves the casino." |
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Post by Marik_Ishtars_Gurl on May 10, 2003 5:25:03 GMT -5
OOC: Oh, that was rich XD It would've been better if he'd fallen asleep, tho ^___~
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Post by Itchy on May 13, 2003 21:55:39 GMT -5
Itchy, whom went home that night before with Charile is in his little hut in the junk yard. He's been cleaning up his little house that morning as Charlie is sound asleep in his taxi cab near by. Itchy is singing while he cleans.  Dodadododo, cha cha cha cha! Oh you can't keep a good dog...HEY! a nickle! hehehe! hmm...I think i'll go visit Hedge this wonderful morning! Hmm, maybe, maybe i should bring her something? I'll stop at one of the street shops and pick her up something! Itchy goes out and just peeks into Charlie's cab were his boss is catching Z's. Hey charlie! CHARLIE! i'm going out to visit Hedge, I'll be back later...Charlie? Charlie has no response aw well c-ya Charile!
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Post by Killer on May 14, 2003 22:07:36 GMT -5
OOC- LOL! BIC- Killer's vigorous eye-rubbing gradually slows and comes to a halt altogether as he dozes off, his nose still pressed against the rough pavement between his forepaws. An exhausted, involuntary groan escapes his throat and he jerks himself awake again, startled by his own noise. He then realizes his nose is a bit tender and rubs it gingerly, frowning. |
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Post by Hedge on May 16, 2003 10:26:13 GMT -5
Hedge raises her eyebrows at Killer's remark about falling asleep while counting steaks... "Killer, how can you fall asleep counting steaks?" Not expecting an answer Hedge continues to bask in the warm sunshine... "Ah, I love lazy Sunday mornings... nothin' to do... Oh, I did stop by the church... went to the back where the place humans call fellowship hall is and some teenagers were hanging out eating some doughnuts... one threw a cream filled one to me... it was delicious! He tried to get me to come to him, but I didn't trust a couple of the kids he was hanging out with... you know what I mean, Killer? Killer?"
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Post by Killer on May 16, 2003 23:55:40 GMT -5
Still rubbing his nose, Killer tilts an ear in Hedge's direction as she speaks. Once he's finished rubbing the pavement impressions out of his nose, he rolls over on his side and stretches all four paws.
"Well, humans fall asleep countin' sheep," he groans in mid-stretch, his reasoning making sense to him, "Of course, if I hadn't spent half the night in the bayou, I woulda had my wits about me, y'know."
When Hedge speaks of the humans at the church, Killer rolls back into his former upright position and looks at Hedge with concern.
"Never trust humans," he tells her seriously, "Words of wisdom there. Humans cannot be trusted...'specially the full-grown ones. You were smart to keep your distance...although the donut was prob'ly worth the risk, hehe."
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