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[atrb=background,http://i53.tinypic.com/28v96cw.png] Ah, relaxation. Being able to be in the city of Sorrow without a care in the world was quite rare for some. In fact, a certain Belgium Tervuren scarcely had a relaxing day since the moment he arrived at Sorrow. The mostly-sable dog sighed, his dark brown eyes gazing out at the sight before him. Kids were running around. Some other dogs were chasing birds or playing frisbee with their masters. There was even a man selling hotdogs a bit away from where the dog was resting. The dog was under a vacant bench. Part of his black-masked head was sticking out the front of the bench, while his tail and a hind leg was sticking out of the back end of the bench. Lothar heaved a sigh. He was bored, which wasn't something he liked, but he couldn't do anyting about it at the moment. He might as well just relax for the moment. Well, until something of interest happens, at least. muse - horrible word count - onesixthree author's notes - I really shouldn't try to post with a headache... Oh well~.

[Meow [JESSICA]]

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[atrb=background,http://img715.imageshack.us/img715/2325/jessicatable2.png] Jessica herself was finding it very hard to relax, what with the shouting and the laughing as the primates raced their way across the sunlit lawn after each other. And worst of all, was the dogs. Like the majority of the feline population, she despised canines. They where everywhere, doing whatever ridiculous things the canine race do, slobbering and barking and sniffing each-others... Anyway, Jessica lay upon a old stone wall, her limbs splayed out, the grey and brown misshapen bricks sticking out in all directions beneath her. A tree cast a shadow across the feline, its branches gently swaying in the cool breeze. After a while, she started to drift off, and began to close her yellow and purple orbs, her head wobbling drowsily. But, she couldn't manage to drift off. Hissing in frustration, her tail thrashing from side to side, she leapt off the wall and walked across the green blades of grass towards a very... lazy looking dog. This could be fun. "Hey mister." Jessica walked around the dog's relaxed body on tiptoe, so she stood in front of him at his level. She wasn't nervous at all, she could easily leap away and sprint swiftly to safety. Putting on her best feel-sorry-for-me voice, and lowering her stomach, she continued. "Would you..." She coughed dramatically. "M-mind helping out a cat like m-me?? just a little favor..." *** WORDS: 226 o.O TAGGED: guess who. NOTES: yay, crappy first posts! MOOD: Purr

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[atrb=background,http://i53.tinypic.com/28v96cw.png] The Belgian Teruven was just about to drift off to sleep when he heard a voice. His black-furred ears twitched at the voice, and his brown eyes slowly focused on the small form infront of him. A cat? Yes, a cat, though the eyes were creeping him out. Who had ever heard of a yellow-and-purple-eyed cat? Not him, of course. Must be some new breed the humans created. Lothar sighed, shifting his possition a bit to be more comfortable. The large dog slowly lifted his head a bit above the ground. "Depends on your definition of 'little favor'." The Teruven spoke, his voice easily showing that he came from Germany with his accent. "What can I do for you, Miss?" The dog didn't even care if dogs and cats were to be sworn enemies. He needed something to do, even if it meant helping out a cat. This better be worth it. muse - meh word count - onefivetwo author's notes - Keh. Sorry it sort of fails. I just got back from a little vacation, so my muse didn't fill up. x3

[Meow [JESSICA]]

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[atrb=background,http://img715.imageshack.us/img715/2325/jessicatable2.png] The corner of Jessica's mouth curled up into a slight smirk, her eyes flashed for a moment, before she remembered the act she was putting on and let her whiskers droop again. She was surprised at how relaxed the dog was with her nearby... this must be working. Thinking over what to say she walked further around the dog, her tail brushing the ground and her head hanging low. "Well..." She flicked her tail in the direction of the hot dog stand, where the owner was happily handing over a hot dog to a small male primate with his mother hovering nearby. It made her sick seeing them so cheery. "See that?" Jessica moved her head towards the dog's ear, her eyes focused still on the hot dog. "That, is food... and I am so terribly weak... I c-could use that... delicious, warm food... It would really help me out, and you could get one for yourself too... he keeps them just behind him-" She pulled away and faked a cough again, swaying her head. "You could... just sneak around and get one... no big deal..." Jessica sat down, her tail curled tightly around her paws and her eyes wide and sparkling in the sunlight, her whiskers hanging down and her ears flattened against her skull. She was hungry, that wasn't a joke, but she still needed to convince this canine before her that she deserved it. *** WORDS: 234 TAGGED: VANISHED ! NOTES: bweh, a sort of rambly post... MOOD: Purr OOC: Dont worry your posts are brilliant :D

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[atrb=background,http://i53.tinypic.com/28v96cw.png] Lothar sighed, clearly catching when the cat dropped the act for a moment. How pathetic. His chocolate gaze moved from the cat to the hotdog stand when the cat flicked her tail. "So, in other verds, you vant me to steal food for you? Stealing is vhat cats do." Heh, speciesist moment there. "Let me show you how a dog gets food." The dog slipped out from under the bench. He stood up straight, shaking his multi-colored pelt to clear some of the dirt that had attached itself to him while he was laying on the ground. The old collar on his neck jingled slightly. It was amazing how the collar didn't break and fly off into a random direction. The Tervuren locked his brown gaze once more on the hotdog stand. He waited for the two humans to leave before he started to trot over to it. Lothar slowed his pace until he was only a foot away from the man and the hotdog stand. The dog sat down, allowed his ears to droop, and stared up at the man with the best puppy-dog-eyes he could create. He even let out a pathetic whine. The owner of the stand looked down at the Belgian Tervuren. They locked their stares until the man gave in. He reached into the stand and took out a hotdog and a bun and handed it out to Lothar. The dog wagged his tail while carefully taking the food item in his mouth. He took off with a trot towards the feline, dropping the food at her paws. "See? That vey, my kind doesn't get beaten and shipped off to ze pound." Ah, his accent was getting the best of him, turning most of the Ws into Vs and the 'th' sound into a Z as well. Yay for Germany! muse - Slightly better word count - threezerofive author's notes - Playing with NPCs make a post longer. XD

[Meow [JESSICA]]

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[atrb=background,http://img715.imageshack.us/img715/2325/jessicatable2.png] Jessica's eyes narrowed slightly as he spotted the dog noticing her mistake. Stifling a grumble, she listened as the dog spoke. Jessica closed her eyes in annoyance and raised her head proudly, but still lowered her body to look weak, ending up in a very awkward position. "Stealing? My my sir you have it all wrong, we simply use our brilliant skills of stealth, cunning and dexterity to get what we want, when we-" Jessica realized the dog prancing off towards the hot dog stand as she opened her one yellow eye. "...want..." Huffing, she sat down to watch, her tail flicking angrily, washing her face gently with her eyes fixed on the dog. Hes never going to get this... She nearly threw up when the dog sat down with a pathetic look on his face. Jessica stopped for a moment and stuck her tounge out, disgusted. Something made her want to run up and bite him in the tail. As he returned with a hot dog in his mouth, Jessica fiddled with her paws and gazed at the human food item with a loathing look. Dog slobber... ew.... Huffing again, she spoke "I could do better... the proper way" With confidence and stroppiness in her tone she trotted past the dog with her tail in the air, weaving her way around the crowds she leaped into the bushes behind the hot-dog stand, the leaves rustling. She disserpeared into the glowing green leaves, and scanned the area, looking for hot dogs. With another cat this would be easy... ah well. Waiting for the owner to be distracted by a customer, she tiptoed towards a box smelling of meat. Looking up cautiously, she dipped her head into the box until she found the food. Grinning, she took it in her jaws and began to turn away, her heart swelling with pride. But a human cry smashed her confidence, and a human foot aimed at her, sending her sprinting across the green blades with the meat hanging beneath her legs. her heart pounded as she ran straight past the dog and scrambled over the rocky wall, and hid for a few moments as the human calls died down. Jessica's small feline heart felt like it was about to explode out of her chest. Cautiously jumping back on the wall with sausage in jaws, she looked at the dog below her. "And that is the proper way to do it" She breathlessly stated. *** WORDS: 401 and crappy TAGGED: Lothar NOTES: blarrg MOOD: Purr

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[atrb=background,http://i53.tinypic.com/28v96cw.png] Lothar sighed, watching as the cat darted off towards a bush. "Figures. She could have just did it herself." He watched with little interest as the bi-eyed cat tried to use 'stealth' and whatever failed cat-like ability she had. The Tervuren shook his head at the sight. She was easily spotted by the human. Really? She was kicked? What a surprise... Not... He had seen many cats try to steal food, and each time it failed. Dogs had it much easier. They could just prance up, put on a cute, pathetic, puppy-like face, and they will be showered with love, food, toys, and everything else a good human could offer. Like the hotdog and bun laying right below him, for example. Oh, how tempting it looked. It was still warm, and the scent was just too much to bare. So, while the cat was running for dear life, the German simple grabbed the hotdog in his black-masked mouth and swallowed it in a few bites. Ah, yes. That little trick always came in handy for the canine species. Unless you're a Pittbull, however. Those poor dogs are misunderstood, and most of them are always beaten or fled from. Lothar watched as the she-cat re-appeared from a bush once the humans stopped shouting about her. "If that is the proper way to do it, then I think I'll stick with the 'improper' way." He rolled his chocolate-colored eyes. muse - So-so word count - twothreeseven author's notes - This would have been a bit longer if I didn't just come back from school. ><