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Post by theshadow on Oct 18, 2007 21:50:26 GMT -5
you were druged by your owner here (theshadow puts his finger on SS ) there you can calm down now so are you ready this is the last time i will say this.
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Sylvester Snarl
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I used to be schizophrenic, but we're fine now.
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Post by Sylvester Snarl on Oct 20, 2007 11:26:38 GMT -5
"I don't know," Sylvester repeats indecisively, his eyes staring blankly into space, head tilted to one side, "Are you a spoogledorf? 'Cause I'm a-scared of spoogledorfs. They want to take out my brain and turn it into a soft drink to give to deprived monkeys in Alaska." Clearly, this is nonsense he is speaking, but he seems dead serious in his question and confession. Only those who truly know him on a personal level will have any clue as to what he's talking about.
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Post by theshadow on Oct 20, 2007 15:17:33 GMT -5
i am not them so why are you looking at the wall we got things to do.
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Sylvester Snarl
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I used to be schizophrenic, but we're fine now.
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Post by Sylvester Snarl on Oct 20, 2007 18:53:05 GMT -5
"I'm counting bricks," Sylvester replies simply as though this is something every normal dog does, "7,482 bricks." He doesn't say anything more as he keeps his two-toned gaze concreted to the red wall in front of him.
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Post by theshadow on Oct 20, 2007 19:04:14 GMT -5
well hurry up i am board
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Akil
Fresh Meat
That's shetland sheepdog to you, madam.
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Post by Akil on Oct 20, 2007 19:13:31 GMT -5
A medium sized dog slowly steps out from his hiding place behind a trash bin. He had been hiding there for some time now, watching the collie in particular, soaking in the scene like a sponge. His crimson eyes flash as he steps closer, claws clicking on the ground beneath him.
He appears to be a Shetland Sheepdog, though a smaller breed one could tell he certainly wasn’t the typical family pet. Per his usual outings in the world of light, his wings are not visable - one would never know he was a hellhound unless...
“You, collie...” He snarls lowly, bowing his head and raising his hackles just a tad, his voice smooth as silk. “You seem familiar....painfully familiar....I’ve been looking for one like you....”
(OOC - Guys, if the font color is too hard on your eyes, please let me know and I'll change it. Also I'm a bit rusty at this - it's been a couple of months since I've done anything RP wise, and even longer DOG wise. Promise I'll settle back into it :P )
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Sylvester Snarl
Pack Member
I used to be schizophrenic, but we're fine now.
Posts: 140
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Post by Sylvester Snarl on Oct 20, 2007 19:27:06 GMT -5
Though his eyes never shift away from the brick wall, Sylvester twitches one ear in the direction of the sheepdog's voice. His tail gives an involuntary wag as though it has a separate life all its own before it settles motionless on the concrete once again. "My brothers and sisters look for me too," he replies casually, "We play hide-and-seek on Friday nights, but never on Monday nights. Today's Monday. No hide-and-seek." At this point, he is actually speaking in past tense, but it sounds like this describes his life today. Far from it! His life now is nothing like his puppyhood...and it probably never will be. OOC- You're fine. *waves a creaky paw* I'm rusty too!
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Akil
Fresh Meat
That's shetland sheepdog to you, madam.
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Post by Akil on Oct 20, 2007 19:44:36 GMT -5
The sheltie moves closer, raising his head in a self assured manner, circling around the smooth collie like a vulture; never once does he take those crimson eyes off of him.
“Of course.....but how can you be so certain that it is Monday? Perhaps it is a Tuesday or Wednesday....or even a Saturday...how can you be so sure of anything, really...”
His tail flicks back and he gives a sly grin, lifting his brows as he settles on his haunches. He seems oblivious to the other dog at the moment.
“You are not certain of anything....I can sense it.... why don’t you come with me, and I will take you to a more comfortable place....after all...I know you enough from that look in your eye...”
(( OOC *oils his paws* Lets get the fire started ;) Be sure to bring the water hose LOL))
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Sylvester Snarl
Pack Member
I used to be schizophrenic, but we're fine now.
Posts: 140
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Post by Sylvester Snarl on Oct 20, 2007 19:55:10 GMT -5
Sylvester furrows his brow in thought for several moments, calculating things in his mind. He maintains his fixed gaze, but starts blinking more frequently as he mentally goes through all the days of the week...more than once. "No, it's Monday," he concludes at last with strong conviction, "Definitely Monday. 'Cause Monday is when the hot dog guy on the corner has a special on chili dogs. It's definitely, definitely Monday." With that settled, Sylvester falls into silent concentration once again, his eyes shifting up and down the building as he continues counting the number of bricks in the wall, never missing a beat. "I'm an excellent seeker," he mutters randomly, referring to his hide-and-seek days as a puppy. OOC- Burn, baby, burn!
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Akil
Fresh Meat
That's shetland sheepdog to you, madam.
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Post by Akil on Oct 20, 2007 20:05:07 GMT -5
Akil smirks nastily, tossing his head back with a crooked grin.
“Well, if nothing else, Sylvester, you certainly do have a great attention to detail!”
‘hotdog guy, how amusing’ he thinks to himself, dusting the ground with his tail before pushing himself up to stand. He butts his head against the collie’s right shoulder, gently herding him aside, lifting his gaze to level with Sylvester’s.
“You speak of this hotdog fellow as if you know him well.....so why don’t we talk about the weather over a bit of lunch?” He grins sadistically, his brain churning with ideas that could get poor Sylvester hurt - or snagged by a dog catcher, in the least.
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Sylvester Snarl
Pack Member
I used to be schizophrenic, but we're fine now.
Posts: 140
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Post by Sylvester Snarl on Oct 20, 2007 20:15:04 GMT -5
"Yeah, I know the hot dog guy," Sylvester answers, allowing himself to be moved from his position, "Lunch hour is usually between 12 and 1pm. It's only 11:45. If we have lunch now, it'll definitely be too early." At the mention of the weather, the blue merle collie looks up at the sky, studying it intensely as he moves along at Akil's prodding. "Partly cloudy with a chance of afternoon showers and thunderstorms," he mutters, sounding like a professional meteorologist as he recites the weather report he had heard on a car radio early that morning, "Stay tuned for 50 minutes of uninterrupted music on 97X--bam! The future of rock and roll."
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Akil
Fresh Meat
That's shetland sheepdog to you, madam.
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Post by Akil on Oct 20, 2007 20:27:51 GMT -5
Wow..this fellow certainly is daft... Akil’s expression grows flat as a pancake as he nudges the collie along with his slender snout.
“Not a drop of rain as of yet, my friend...it is time to forecast your own fate now..” falling back on his haunches for a split second, he gives Sylvester a gentle shove with his front paws, only mildly irritated with the collie’s spewing nonsense.
“You must listen close, Sylvester, as there is little time left” He speaks as if he has explained his intentions thoroughly, though in his mind he knows it isn’t necessary this time - not with this one. All he needed was a little “love and affection”, even if it were a show. It mattered very little. But first, to put the collie to the test.
“You need to teach that hot dog fellow a lesson, Sylvester, as he is a very bad man. You need to take fate into your own paws now....you need to go after him, knock him to the ground..and if need be, kill him..for he will hurt you in the future if you do not...”
....then we can dine on the hotdogs. The humans, they don’t need them anyhow - Akil smirks.
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Post by theshadow on Oct 20, 2007 20:49:15 GMT -5
first we need to go into the past to change his fate he has a bad life .(speaks in grief) he has a vary bad owner . also i have no idea why he is like that all shake .And i dint like people how think they can kill me oh and he he sorry for bothering you over lunch my bad
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Sylvester Snarl
Pack Member
I used to be schizophrenic, but we're fine now.
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Post by Sylvester Snarl on Oct 20, 2007 20:57:39 GMT -5
"Hurt the hot dog guy?" Sylvester asks incredulously, "That would be bad. The hot dog guy never hurt me. I watch him make hot dogs--hot dogs with chili, hot dogs with saur kraut, hot dogs with ketchup, hot dogs with mustard, hot dogs with relish, Texas hot dogs with cole slaw. He makes Texas hot dogs with cole slaw on Thursday. Today is Monday. No Texas hot dogs with cole slaw." Obviously, Sylvester isn't favoring the idea of attacking the hot dog guy and taking his merchandise, much less killing him. It's something that's just not in the confused collie. Even when subjected to merciless beatings from his owner, he had never lashed out in defense. "Uh-oh...H-A-N-Z!" he starts howling without warning, spelling out his only friend's name, "Oh, this is bad. Definitely, definitely a bad idea..."
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Post by theshadow on Oct 20, 2007 21:02:35 GMT -5
Mmm chili dogs (the shadow's drolls ) huh why attack the hot dog guy you know hem
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