Not What You'd Expect [open]

[tsukinokage]

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[atrb=background,http://i1091.photobucket.com/albums/i386/tsukinoshasshin/Amandabackground.jpg] Amanda sighed as she pulled her small pick-up into a slot of the very large, very vacant parking lot. She cut the engine, and allowed her slender frame to slouch against the faded red bench seat, eyes closed as she rested her head against the back glass. She had hoped there might be someone here. Anyone at all. She'd been the payroll just shy of a month, and hadn't seen or heard from anyone since her interview. With a groan, she closed her eyes tighter, running a hand through her dark hair as she realized things weren't likely to change. She'd lived in a small town in Texas, and things had been similar - so few people - but at least the Texans believed in getting some well needed sunlight. A tight smile of resignation was all she gave before slowly pocketing her keys and climbing out of the truck. The vehicle was small, old, and beat up, but she liked it, and it ran. Besides, with all the errands she had to run to keep up the different parts of the house her father broke in any of his drunken attempts to fix things, she was grateful to have something with a bed big enough to haul supplies. Pulling an elastic from her wrist as she walked to the gate of the bed, she pulled her hair back in a messy tail to better observe the large box strapped down behind the wheel hub. She had covered the crate with a canvas tarp in hopes of stilling the animal within, but from the frantic scratching to be heard, she didn't figure she'd succeeded very well. This is what she got for finally forcing herself to trust her father. For a year, she'd been afraid to let him off alone, afraid to let him handle anything he could have turned against himself... On the condition that he was going with a new, but trusted friend, she'd allowed him to go hunting -- well, hunting with bullets instead of blanks that is -- over the weekend. He'd been searching for hogs; the farm across from theirs had complained of an overly aggressive male that had taken down one of the family dogs. She could have handled a dead pig. No, instead of a hog (whom she assumed was free to run another day since her father had needed Jackson's help to bring in his catch) he brought home a dog. Despite the alcohol on his breath, he'd sworn it was a wolf... but there were no wolves in their part of town; or at least none close enough to be recorded as a threat to the community. Swearing up and down he'd seen a wolf, he aimed to fire. Though she wasn't the hunting type, Jackson had brought Madi along for the trip, figuring she'd at least serve as a decent look out. Looking at the crate in her truck, Amanda could say she was glad the other dog had been present to stop her father's hand. From what Jackson told her, though things had started off rough due to unfamiliarity, Madi and the strange 'wolf' were frolicking around in the leaves like pups before long. Aside from it being slightly out of character for the collie, a wolf would have eaten her. The male had been weary of the humans, but not hostile, and had seemed quite content with the company of another canine. When Madi lept into the bed of his truck, the other followed as if it were the most natural thing in the world. Not stupid enough to raise his hand against an unknown animal, he tried shouting and banging things together to startle the dog from the truck, but he just gave him an expression he swore was dripping with bored amusement. At a loss, he'd brought him home. He hadn't followed Madi inside, spent the night staring wearily into the lights of his den through the porch window... it had been more than bit disconcerting. He'd been there the next morning as well, simply staring as he and Madi came and went from the house to the shed. By the next day, when the strange male still hadn't shown an interest in leaving, Jackson had thought of her. It had taken her hours and a very large piece of meat to coax the dog into the crate -- no sedatives in the house, and no vet license regardless. Thus, here she was: alone at the humane society with what she could only assume was a wolf hybrid, though she had no idea where he could have come from... ownership of such a potentially dangerous dog would have required some extensive paperwork, and she hadn't heard of anyone around town with their very own 'White Fang'. Oh well, that didn't negate the fact that here he was, in her truck, in need some of some serious TLC. She knew she should have called her supervisor before bringing him in, and yet, this was her job wasn't it? What the humane society was all about? Clambering in the truck and grabbing a pear of work gloves from a tool belt stashed in the tool box, she pushed the thoughts from her mind and faced the crate. Getting him out was going to be a lot harder than getting him in. [notes] Introducing: Captain (WolfDog) and Amanda Fraiser. Tagged: Open to any. Purpose: Finally posting IC. Getting Amanda to work, and putting Captain up for ''adoption'' even though he hasn't technically made an appearance yet.

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[Cheshire Cat]

Cheshire was sitting in his cage, god he hated this life if he had it any other way he'd be outside living the life god damn these humans for closing him in. What were the odds? Small tongue licked his soft mouth as he sat in his glass box with about 4 other kittens. Cheshire of course was no kitten he was a full grown cat. His ears flat against his head eyes half open giving the MOST unimpressed look any animal could. Damn it all. His life had really ended now.

His eyes followed the small kittens that rolled around him and tackled eachother. His body didn't move except for his tail that flicked occationally. He was a handsome cat no doubt about that but he had... little to no interest in sitting in this paper filled waste bin they called a humane society. Well he highly diagreed his mind was rather twisted in a sence. One of the small kittens rolled right into him and he didn't move. Eyes slowly lowered onto the little shit and he stared at him.

'You have two seconds to remove yourself from where you are before I remove your head from you carcass...hmmm'

His monotone vocals played out to the smaller cat as the kitten hissed and rolled away. Cheshire smiled and sat up right again looking out of the glass his eyes caught a truck that had pulled in oh he knew this girl she worked her what was her name? He had heard it before. Ashley? Amber? Amanda? Yes Amanda that was is. She had a little cage with her how interesting. His eyes locked on the cage and without a doubt there was a canine in there.

Ears flattened a canine... how disgusting! He hissed at the thought of a canine being near him. Perhaps she would or they would be smart enough to put the canine far away it was bad enough that there were puppies in the box next to his that drooled and barked all over the glass acting cute. He growled in his throat.

Burn in hell... he thought and purred to himself. Paw lifted as he began to lick it and clean himself. Heis eyes widened as he though that maybe she;d notice him and take him in? Maybe. He looked at the kittens... oh that had to go. He flattend his ears and hissed.

' Hmmm... why are you all so cheerful...? You know that the humans pick the cats that hide... you want a good home don't you?.... don't you? I suggest you hide...'

He hissed as they all ran off into the corners and hid under the paper like ground. A huge wicked smile stretched over his whole face as he turned back around, tail toughed the top of the cage as he sat back down at the glass and began to meow through it. His paw lifted up touching the glass, he meowed more purring and watching the female closely.

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[tsukinokage]

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[atrb=background,http://i1091.photobucket.com/albums/i386/tsukinoshasshin/Amandabackground.jpg] With a final,laborious pull Amanda managed to edge the large crate over the door sill. She went to wipe the sweat from her brow with a gloved hand, wincing as the dog within the crate growled at his less than comfortable treatment. Now that he was in the building, it was a matter of getting him into a cage large enough to hold him without giving him a chance to turn on her. Jackson had said he hadn't shown himself to be aggressive...but that was before he'd been thrown into a crate and lugged about in the back of a rickety Ford Bronco. Gingerly, she toed the edge of the crate with her boot, eliciting another growl from the box. She eyed the crate wearily, grabbed the uppermost handle and began to pull him towards the line of mostly empty cages. Her progression was stopped midway by the faint mewling coming from a cage just above her head. That cage. She hadn't been on duty the day the tabby had arrived, and she was almost sad about the fact. He seemed quite the character - she'd have loved to watch her co-workers try to wrangle him in there after the kittens. She had a rather amusing image of the helpless youngsters suddenly seeming more like circling sharks when he'd realized they were his cage-mates... She cast only a quick glance and a chipper "Hey there, Tabby" towards his cage, her attention remaining focused on the task at hand. She fumbled with the lock on the empty cage a row below and across from the cats'. She drew up the door and locked it into position before removing the standard food and water bowls so she only had to deal with the cage and the dog. Oh how she wished there was someone else on call... Becoming jittery, she stepped away from the canine and set her hands on her hips as she took a breather. Allowing herself to seek out the distraction now, she turned her attention to the cats - scratch that, cat- saying hello. Her eyes narrowed as she watched the older tabby, his slender paw innocently against the door of his confinement and the four kittens no where to be seen. If she looked closely, she could see two distinct huddled, shivering bundles in the far corner underneath the old newspaper. She raised a delicate brow and turned a quizzical gaze on the tabby. She'd have sworn he was smirking! "What did you do Tabby? If you don't play nice, who's going to take you home?" She asked rhetorically, not expecting an answer from the feline as she slowly drew open his cage and inched her hand inside. She was tempted to reach for the tabby, but impressionable kittens took priority. She reached back behind the grown cat towards the shaking bundles, edging her fingers beneath the paper to stroke the kittens gently in an attempt to coax them back into the open with teasingly reprimanding them for hiding, "While kids will like playing hide and seek, they can't very well watch if you can't be seen little ones." She drew her hand from the cage, shuffling from the crate at her feet reminding her of the task at hand. She'd be back, but she really needed to take care of the dog before he was traumatized... Hunching down next to the box, she peered through the slats and was not surprised to see the eerie golden eyes peering back at her, less than pleased. She apologized continuously to the dog, though she figured it hardly mattered, and pulled the crate until the openings of crate and cage were aligned. Torn between taking things slow or acting like it was a band-aide, she took her time easing the cage door from the lock so it would slide closed once the crate was gone and whipped up the crate door so fast she nearly fell backwards... Captain followed suite, shooting from the carrier as though she had lit a fire beneath his feet and rebounding off the metal back wall. Regaining her balance, she deftly removed the crate and secured the door of the cage, keeping an eye on the dog that huddled, hackles raised, in the corner. She hated to have turned this into a bad experience for the animal, but in her defense, it was unnerving. She'd lived her life around cattle and house pets -- just looking at the newest charge anyone could tell he wasn't the typical hound dog. The fact that she was alone just magnified what ever fear she had. Her task accomplished, she nudged the crate out of her way and turned her attention back to the cats on the upper level. Pointing her finger at the tabby and giving him a stern look, all she could do was give him a simple '' Don't laugh at me!" as she again opened the door. She had never attempted to pet him before, her hand remaining poised above his faintly striped head as she watched to see if he would take offense to her closeness. Then again, maybe the fact that she wasn't a kitten was a mark in her favor? "Surely not a bad guy, eh Tabs?" Realizing that she had continued to refer to him by his color, she looked about the cage to see if anyone had bothered with name plates. [Sorry it took so long for her to get to him - :{ ]

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[Cheshire Cat]

His eyes were a little less the impressed as he watched the female fight with the canine. Canines... His mind spoke as he watched intently. She spoke and his ears shot up and he moewed lowly to her. Cheshire was a very human like cat, being brought up but the hand of humans and this being his first time away from his original owners he was very well.. personality filled. Human like some would say. To the point where he could almost imitate human emotion. Like smileing. It wasn't perfect but Cheshire sure had alot of time on his paws to practice.

Eyes widened as she walked around and opened the back of the cage. He stood up and looked at her as she touched the kittens. He hissed slightly at then small ones who finally crawled out. Disgusting like canines.. I was never one of those... His mind spat as he watched the kittens roll around again. He turned his attention back to the female as she went back to the dog. He glared at her and the dog, his eyes closing slightly as if to give them botha dirty look.

' I know plenty of people who would take me home if I wasn't with these attention stealing kittens!'

His voice spoke as he sat there emotionless again. His eyes watched the female's every move. He looked at the kittens rolling around again. Hissing as they came near him. He hated young cats. His tail was upright in the air and it had a curl in the top as if he had a candy cane as a tail. He just sat like that watching with ease. He stared at the canine and his eyes again closed slightly as if to glare and a smile slid across his face, pointed teeth showing.

His eyes watched as the female moved, his eyes on the canine, haha... canine... He saw her point at him Who me... never dear... His mind said in a monotone manner just like his own lyrics. He chuckled to himsele. He stood up and looked back as the female again opened the back of the cage. He stood up and stretched, his eyes fell on the female as if to look at her as if she was a cat too. His lind legs moved as he lazily walked towards her.

' Ohhh they always come crawling back to me... isn't it true female? Canine's have no personality... I for one like games. Do you?'

He chuckled as he walked monotone vocals played but of course the human couldn't understand him, it just sounded like meowing to her. His ears lowered as he hand was placed over him. His giant eyes closed and he pushed his head into her hand and walked so her hand ran over his back. He inhaled deeply and circle running his body under her hand again.

' Silly isn't it? You don't understand me... But these dimwittes do!'

He let out a loud vicious hiss as the kittens bounced around. His paw lifted and he struck out knocking one of the kittens over. Of course it bounced back up and rolled around more as if Cheshire hadn't touched it. His ears lowered and he let out a groan of pure unimpressment. He looked up at her with giant green eyes, her hand on his head.

' My name is Cheshire Cat stupid girl... Che-shire Cat'

He spoke to her as if she could hear ever word he said but pf course he just sounded like he was meowing at her. God he felt dumb talking to them why waste the breath? he could just meow at her and get the same reaction. He would never answer to a different name or agree to a new one, he liked his name Cheshire was his name and he suited it. Tail again curled as he sat down and looked at her with giant green eyes. Teeth showed as he smiled at her.

' I'm better then most of these idiots... I can do what canine's do... plus some. I have 9 lives!'

He meowed at her and chuckled to himself. Yes he was a character. His smiled faded as he sat there eyes started to close again as he glared behind her at a ball of yarn that laied on the floor. His arch enemy. Yarn. He flattened his ears and glared at the Yarn with the most human glare on his face. Eyes shifted to her face again and they became giant again. I hate you yarn... He thought and rubbed his head on her hand again.

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