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Post by outlaw-spirit on Nov 9, 2008 23:03:27 GMT -5
The lonely howl of a train whistle resounds through the muggy air of New Orleans in the wee hours before dawn as the locomotive grinds to a stop in the train yard. A medium-sized dog coolly hops down from one of the open cars and shakes his coat, the peace symbol attached to his studded collar jingling with the motion.
"Scuzzy," the dog remarks upon gazing around at the trashy area he has wound up in, "This place is like a heartworm epidemic waiting to happen."
With a light snicker, the dog called Outlaw breaks into an easy trot, not in any real rush--not yet anyway. As long as no one is running him down, he figures he might as well take it easy and see the sights.
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Post by annabelladonna on Nov 10, 2008 13:05:52 GMT -5
A wondering german shepered named Angel saw the dog jump off the train." Well hello there you must be new here, I am angel and you are? " Angel like this guy he had a peace sign on his callor, she had one on her paw because her old owner perminitly burned it on her paw after that she ran away from him and never returned.
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Post by wonderdog on Nov 10, 2008 13:42:59 GMT -5
Along with Annabella, a snarl came from aside.
"STARNGERS! Who are you both?" a gruff female voice snarled. A scruffy setter emgered from the shadows, snarling.
"You could've came outta nowhere, both of you came from somewhere! YOU!" she snarled, looking at Angel. "Where did you come from?"
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Post by annabelladonna on Nov 10, 2008 16:14:43 GMT -5
"Me I am not new here, he is tho." Angel snarled. "Hey, watch it she is my friend and you justcrossed the line by barking the wrong words to her Angel. Your name does not even match your personality." Annabella snarled to Angel.
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Post by outlaw-spirit on Nov 11, 2008 9:42:27 GMT -5
Outlaw never outwardly appears to be on the defensive, always having a cool, unintimidated air about him, but inside, he is ready to fight if the need should so arise. He regards Angel with a gentle smirk and a nod of his wind-tossed shaggy head.
"Name's Outlaw," he replies, settling onto his haunches to idly scratch at his collar, "Just blew in from up north. Pleased to meet you."
Rising to his paws, he shakes himself again and he's not at all startled by the sharp bark of the setter as she makes her presence known. He turns to her with all the reserved coolness he's had all along and salutes her with a quick flick of his paw.
"Nice to see the opposite end of the welcome wagon," he smirks, eyes narrowed under stray blonde locks, "I'm Outlaw. I come from nowhere and I'm going nowhere, but...aren't we all?"
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Post by wonderdog on Nov 11, 2008 12:05:11 GMT -5
Britany looked up, her side "fringe" over her brown eyes. She was confused, as she looked puzzled.
"I-I guess.... Outlaw... you certainly seem like it. Outlaws... seen a few. I guess another one would make no difference..." Britany said, a grin breaking across her face.
"Outlaws to me, are heroes... the way the fight... steal and stuff.... judging by your name, I am guessing you ARE an outlaw arent you?" the gruff setter asked, looking amused.
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Post by annabelladonna on Nov 11, 2008 17:57:42 GMT -5
Angel looked and saw the smirk he made to her. "Well Outlaw, I'm Angel. Wow a real outlaw my father was Police hound, saw to many of you and decided to become one myself till I was sold and moved here. First and only owner marked me with a peace sign on my paw. Now I dis like humans."
Annabella was standing right next to Brittney was confused too. " Hello Outlaw, I am Annabella, Nice to meet you. And Angel you don't want to start a fight With Brittney or me. And you might be right unless you died then you going to see my sister Annabelle in heaven. but your still right."
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Post by outlaw-spirit on Nov 13, 2008 9:19:40 GMT -5
"An outlaw is just a man to me," Outlaw shrugs, continuing to speak abstractly in spite of the knowledge that it puzzles his company, "And a man has to die. Yeah, I'm no less an outlaw than the dog that steals from the meat market and gets away with it, but I'm nobody's hero."
He bares his teeth in a small grin as Britany makes mention of the fighting skills of an outlaw. Oh yeah, he knows how to fight. He's been in countless scraps with bigger dogs too stupid or proud to back off and he's left scores of them bleeding in his wake, but to say he looks for fights is false. He only fights if he has to.
"No offense to your father, Angel," he smirks, "But them police dog types are a joke. They got no more skill than any other dog. And working for humans is degrading to say the least. I don't blame you for hitting the road after your so-called 'master' did that to you. Humans are trash."
He regards Annabella with a polite, but rogue-ish nod, stretching his forepaws out in front and flopping down on the concrete, tail sweeping up a small cloud of dust in involuntary wagging.
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Post by wonderdog on Nov 13, 2008 12:00:11 GMT -5
"I never really had a human to take care of me. I was a born stray pretty much. Your a hero to me. Outlaws really inspire me alot. Like the Bushrangers! Aw, they were somthin' I'll tell you" Britany sat, planting her rear on the ground. The scrawny setter looked pleased to meet one closer than she ever had.
At the mentoin of police dogs Britany started to laugh. "Police dogs. One of them oughta make ya scoff. My dad faced one once and that police dog ran, whimpering. And Angel... if your a lad, why is your name Angel? Is'nt that a female name?" Britany asked, looking confused at Angel. Her frsh Irish voice rolled across the empty street.
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Post by annabelladonna on Nov 13, 2008 16:18:07 GMT -5
I am a girl. I know it was just stupid like all humans are. that;s why Iran away.
"Outlaw you seem nice why don't you come with us to the Flea Bite Cafe' you'll like." Annabella sat down and waked her tail.
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Post by outlaw-spirit on Nov 14, 2008 9:42:16 GMT -5
"If you say so," Outlaw shrugs at Britany's insistance to his being a hero as he sits up to scratch at his ear with a back foot, "Humans are losers--every one of 'em. All they do is take, destroy, and abuse, yet they got the nerve to say animals are stupid. If you ask me, we've got things more together than they do."
He looks to Angel as she makes mention of a local hangout joint that, judging by the name, sounds like a canine-type place. He gets to his paws and stretches, considering the invitation for a brief moment before answering.
"Sounds like my kind of place," he smirks, "My fleas and I should blend in just fine. Lead the way."
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Post by wonderdog on Nov 14, 2008 11:43:10 GMT -5
"Naw, I heard the flea bite was swarmed with losers" Britany shrugged. "I know a better place down the road for bad dogs like you Outlaw. Its called Horrible Mutts, owned by a good friend" Britany said. "So anything you order, I'll make it on the house."
Britany had never been a fan of the Flea bite that much at all. Infact, she never really went there, as she was a fan of the old fashoined Irish pubs more than just cafés. And thats exactly what Horrible mutts was.
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Post by outlaw-spirit on Nov 17, 2008 9:56:33 GMT -5
Outlaw's ears perk at the name of said hangout. Being that he has an Irish heritage somewhere in his Heinz 57 bloodline, he feels compelled to check this out. He could always find the Fleabite place later and raise a little cain if he gets too bored.
"If it's on the house, I can't refuse the offer," he grins, "'Broke' and 'Hungry' are both my middle name."
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Post by annabelladonna on Nov 17, 2008 11:38:21 GMT -5
"horrible mutts that sounds good or is it just for one breed?" Angel wanted to cheak this place out.
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Post by wonderdog on Nov 17, 2008 11:44:52 GMT -5
"Its an Irish place..." Britany said, with a slight snarl. "I'm not sure YOU would like to go there... Irish lads know how to pack in a couple of foreigners..."
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