It's Just So Quiet [Open]

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Scout padded along side the subway tracks to the left, avoided the drops of sewer water coming down from the ceiling and the mold forming on the ground from the sewer water. The station was quiet, unusual, because it had almost always been bustling with humans, the loud screeches of the subway and their voices filling the air, and this time, it was uncomfortably quiet, even though the wipe-out had been years ago. She sighed and sat down in a dry spot near one of the benches. Scout's ears flicked as she listened for anything. Nothing. It was all dead. No one ever came here, so what was she to expect? There was nothing to eat here either. Prey was smart enough to avoid this place as well as the dogs. She blinked and got up again. She leaped down the steps into the subway tracks and began to trot along, soon climbing back up at a totally different place at the station.

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The stairway taunted him, wide mouth and gaping grin mocking how he couldn't even take one step down; he was too busy pissing himself over the dark that was probably down there, the shadows that could come and grab him, ripping him to pieces as they drug him down to the darkest depths of hell.

Or something like that.

Taking in a deep breath, he narrowed his eyes, his ears pinned back, determination written in a line across his face. Conquest. Flaring his nostrils, he practically threw himself down the stairs, his paws taking him down there so fast he didn't know which way was up or which was down, or sideways, even. He just ran down there, barking, growling, snarling, and howling the entire way down. Once his foot hit the bottom- scratch that, once his foot hit the puddle at the bottom of the steps, it was launched out way in front of him, the powers of friction momentarily quitting on him as he was sent forward without his balance, forcing him to go a way he wasn't intending to.

Smashing right into the wall, Django saw stars floating around his vision, the ceramic tiled wall the only thing in his vision either than the concrete floor and the god-forsaken stairs. Blinking a bit, he was sure glad no body was there to see that; it must've been quite the thing to watch. Bah. He thought, picking himself off the ground, his fur sticky and matted in places, making him look like a rat that just came out of the sewer. Let them see.

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Scout, who'd been sitting in silence for no reason, flinched when she heard the big crashes and thumps as a mutt tumbled down the stairs at full speed, hitting anything in his way. Scout's ears flattened to her skull and she bared her teeth, ready to defend herself if the dog would attack, but he seemed far to caught up in stopping himself then to attack Scout, who's anger eventually faded to amusement. The amusement vanished when he hit a puddle and was sent flying into a wall, crashing into it with a disgustingly loud noise. After a few moments, he got up, his fur matted and covered in sewer water. He looked dizzy, like the crash had really hurt him. Scout rolled her eyes at this. His fault he was being so dumb. Trotting forward, she came up to him, amusement glittering in her eyes. "Hi. That was a mighty big crash you made. What were you thinking? All the dogs that come down here know that those stairs are the worst to take. There's like...five others." She smirked. "Are you new here? I've lived near here for a while, only I just recently started going to this place because it was more isolated from other dogs and not many came down here. But by the noise you made you'll probably attract every dog within a mile of this place. My name is Scout. Who're you?" Scout failed to mention she was very talkative at times.

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Django was slightly aware of the voice near him, but he was concentrating too much on getting rid of the thousands of stars in his vision. Shaking his head, as if to get them away that way, he blinked a few more times and looked back at Scout, his tongue lolled out to the side in a lazy grin. As soon as he saw that she was female- or, to be more specific, as soon as he heard that feminine quality her voice carried, he went straight into 'charm' mode.

"'Ay there, cheri," he drawled, stepping a bit closer to her and letting his tail wag a little slowly, like a southern breeze. "You better slow down a bit before you pass out from lack of that sweet air you're breathin'." The German Shepard in front of him would probably be a tad annoyed by his words; she didn't seem like one that tolerated such antics as his, especially coming from such a haggard mutt as he.

His grin set firmly in place, making him look more dopey than anything, even with the 'Cajun charm' he was trying to exude. His entire mental being was concentrating on impressing this one lovely lady, and ignoring anything that could be considered a Danger To The Mission. Embarassment, of course, being the majourity of the so-called Danger.

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Storm trotted down the molded sewer steps until she arrived where she'd heard the bangs from. Some of the other dogs had heard it as well, and when they'd tried to go in she'd forbidden them. Now she was near Scout, a dog she knew very well, and some new mutt who was attempting to flirt with her. Like Scout'd ever fall for that, she thought, rolling her pale blue eyes. A charmer. That's just what we'll need. Though Storm tried to conceal it, she couldn't help but smile for a second, and decided to step out of the shadow she was in to make her prescence known. "Hey, Scout," she said, greeting her as if she were an old friend- because, in truth, she was. Storm had known Scout forever it seemed, and the two had become very close friends. "Who's this?" Turning her attention back to the source of all the noise, the clumsy mutt, now, Storm took a seat on one of the few clean, dry spots on the ground.

Deciding to study this 'Charmer' as she called him, Storm again started to smile, but her thoughts cancelled it out a second later. What are you thinking, Storm? You haven't liked anyone for years, and suddenly you're looking at this stupid mutt like you've been in love with him your whole life, even though you don't even know his name! Forcing her face to remain serious, hoping that no one had noticed her gaze, Storm waited patiently for either Scout -or this mutt- to answer her question. You know you can't let anyone into your life, Storm, they'll just end up breaking your heart.

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Scout blinked in surprise when he didn't answer for a few seconds. For a moment - she thought he was a mute, the complete opposite of her until he managed to crack a grin. He got up and stepped closer to Scout, his tail wagging slightly as he spoke to her. ""You better slow down a bit before you pass out from lack of that sweet air you're breathin'." He said slowly, in a deep voice that was probably used on every female within a mile of him. Scout rolled her eyes. She knew he was trying to be 'charming' but Scout wouldn't exactly fall for it to easily, unlike some canines who were drawn in as soon as they spotted someone like the mutt in front of her.

Scout wasn't aware of the newcomer, she'd thought it was only her and the mutt who'd failed to tell her his name after she'd asked him. But now she was aware of her, the husky strolling out of the shadows to greet them. It was Storm, one of Scout's greatest friends, who'd apparently heard the noise and came down to see what happened. "Hiya, Storm, this is...well I don't know who he is, but he tripped down the stairs and hit the wall. I bet everyone in the town heard him!"

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"Half of them did, at least," Storm said, nodding in agreement. "But I told them to back off and continue their lives," a goofy smile being placed on her face, now, Storm's pale blue eyes flickered from Scout to Django, the mutt, and back again. "And are you serious? He tripped? How stupid of him; the stairs aren't that slippery and covered with mold. Not yet, at least. But really- tripping?"

Storm barked a laugh, amusement being the dominant emotion on her face and in her eyes. Turning her attention to the name-less mutt, now, Storm studied the way he acted -how he thought he was such a ladies man and all- and thought of the perfect nickname for him. "So, Cajun-boy, you got a name, or is that what you want me to call you from now on?"

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Letting out a small huff of air, he sat down for a bit, a little cloud of dust forming around him as he flopped his butt down. "Most of the ladies call me Lover, but my real name is Django." He introduced, bowing his head slightly and turning to face the Husky who had decided to take a step up and pull a bit of information of of him.

Her eyes seemed cool and calculating, but he knew that it was all for show. He was sure that she was probably as nice as a squirrel about to be lunch, and he'd bet his tail on it, fleas and all. Girls like her popped up all the time; they'd act all tough and Ice-Queen-like, but all they were were giant softies.

Tilting his head slightly, he went over his nose with his tongue and let it flop down into the goofy grin once again, keeping his eyes on the two females ahead of him. "So what're you two; leaders of some sort, or just two ladies lookin' for some fun?"

[<--``Kiva]

[May I join? I know there's already three people here, but seeing as its the only thread...]

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((Go ahead. Lol this would get deathly boring with just three people posting :<))

[<--``Kiva]

[Haha ok, some sites have rules against that though, so just checking xD]

Kiva was startled awake by a great crash coming from the dark cave in the middle of the street. She told herself it was nothing, but curiosity pulled her from sleep, and she rose to her long, creamy-white legs. Something told her that today was about to get a lot more interesting. Kiva padded to the entrance to the dark abis, sniffing the air that wafted up from it's depths. The reek of mold made her sneeze, but there was also the strong scent of dogs. Good! I was getting bored. She started trotting down the stairs, a bit clumsily at first, as the light grew dim and she adjusted to the slippery surface of the steps. It seemed to go on forever. The tunnel to another world. Kiva thought, amused. Eventually, however, it did come to an end, and she was standing on the last step. Down here the air seemed stale, and heavy with the reek of things Kiva never wanted to smell again. There was a large puddle right at the bottom of the stairs, but Kiva just waded through it's shallow water to the other side.

It was here she spotted the three dogs, a male and two females she decided by the scents, standing by a big tiled wall that was begining to fall apart. Taking a deep breath of teh insulting air Kiva siddled over to the group.

"Hey. I'm Kiva." She said by way of introduction, and stepped a little closer so as to be part of the group, her nails click-clacking on the floor. "You guys guys know what that sound was? It woke me up." Her voice was laced with both amusement and annoyance. Her tail was relaxed, curling over her back perfectly, and her blue and brown eyes were bright with Kiva's optism towards today.

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notes;; ah, a new site, lovely skin by the way
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Stretching, Django lazily took in the new-one's appearance, the female clearly of some sort of pure-blood decent. He's never had much taste for the pures; they tended to be in-bred to hell, giving them rather bad qualities. But, he remembered what his momma always told him; 'don't judge a dog by their pedigree.'

"That noise'd be me, cheri," he notified, his tone a slow and lazy drawl, mimicking his mood today, and everyday. Django was constantly as slow-sounding as molasses, and just as sweet in his point-of-view. Of course, he really wasn't that smooth, or sweet, really. He was just another dog in the world, not worrying, not caring about anything, but knows that secretly, somewhere deep down inside of his mind; he was scared. Worried for the future, knowing that all was not well. "Just... took a trip." Laughing a bit, he let his tongue loll to the side again, going back to his normal lackadaisical-like personality.

((If there was such a rule, it'd be stated in the Rules and Regulations thread.

Plus, that little '[Open]' thing at the end of the thread name means that it's open to everyone. :3

Hope I helped, and welcome to TTL.))

[<--``Kiva]

Kiva smiled easily back at the mutt. Then her pale head tilted to the side, her eyes growing wide. For a moment she had smelled something...familiar. Her differently covered eyes blinked confused, but the scent was gone, and Kiva returned to the 'conversation'. "And what exactly were you doing to make such a racket?" She asked, a little laughter escaping her lips, sounding only slightly forced, as her mind pulled and twisted at what she had thought she had scented. Thoughtfully she sat down and turned her head to chew on a tick on her shoulder. It had been bothering her all day. Stupid parasite She thought darkly at the creature. "I can't imagine one dog causing such a cacaphony."

She dragged a paw on the ground, waiting for a reply. Her claws rubbed away some mold that had been growing on the floor. Slowly she brought the mess to her nose, sniffing curiously. Ugh! She waved her paw back and forth flinging the mold away from her. She could deal with trash, with dead carcasses, leaky roofs, crumbling walls, rotting fruit and leaves, but mold was just not her thing. She was a little embarrassed, as she didn't usually get so...prim and proper about these things. It's not like she had been raised on caviar or on over-stuffed pillows. But something about teh scent of mold always made her have to sneeze. A lot.

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He snorted and stretched out until he was laying down, resting his muzzle on his forearm, looking up at the girls around him. "Aye, cheri," he began, speaking as if it was the greatest time he'd ever had, and a dangerous one at that. "I was comin' down the stairs, yeah? And then all of a sudden, I felt this great push- came from God 'im self, I'm sure." Grinning lazily, he blinked even slower and glanced back at the stairway, heaving a dramatic sigh while he was at it. "So I tumbled on down, only to land smack-dab in that puddle!"

Lifting his head up a bit, he grinned further, his tongue laying out of his mouth, on the left side, where the fur was oddly matted. "There, I slipped 'n' rammed into that wall there," he said, motioning to the wall with a flick of his muzzle. "Was quite the happening, I'd say."

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Storm rolled her eyes once at the mutt, while she gave a small smile at the newcomer. A pure-bred, by the looks. Not like it really mattered to Storm; as long as she wasn't all high-and-mighty she'd be fine with her. Maybe even be friends, someday. "Hello, Kiva, I'm Storm. Nice to meet you," she said, her pale-blue gaze turning to Django for a moment. "You must think you're some good Cajun-spice, huh?" Smirking, now, Storm stared him straight down; her eyes like fire. "When really, you're nothing more than a stupid street-dog. No friends, no family. I'm hitting pretty close, aren't I? You're just like the rest of them; you think you're so good, when really you're the laughing stock of the whole neighborhood. The only difference is that you know it." Amusement in her eyes again, Storm's dark-smirk turned to a full-hearted smile. "So, Django, maybe you should just run off before you get your hopes up."

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His bright eyes didn't even show the small bit of pain he felt at her words; no, he was too... in the moment for such things. He felt too much happiness; pure, unadulterated dog joy. He was always like this, it seemed- nothing could really bring him down. "Aye, cher," reaching out with his paws, he caught a small, fluttering moth between his paws and rolled over onto his side. "Got me right where it hurts, yeah?"

Looking right up at her, he let himself feel even happier. She wanted him to feel like crap, to scurry off with his tail between his legs, crying the boo-hoos and why-mes. But, of course he wouldn't let her have that sort of victory; it was dirty fighting, after all. "Just like how you're too afraid of pain to ever really feel." Grinning up at her, he let the moth go, the bug flittering a bit lamely, having injured a wing in the process. Cajun-spice after all, mon ami.

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Storm gave him a small glare; trying to keep as much of the emotion off her face as possible. He'd gotten to her; struck a large, raw nerve. But she wouldn't let it show- she never did. That was how she was; nice, pleasant, a jokester, but underneath the kind exterior was a tortured mind; damaged goods. And she tried as much as she could to bottle-up those negative emotions, to make them not show, so then how did this mutt, this -Cajun-boy- see it so easily? Realizing she'd let her mind wander far too long; long enough for him to guess to what she was thinking, and long enough for the pain and sorrow she'd kept hidden to show on her face, Storm smiled. Force a smile, fake a laugh. A great technique to learn when you don't want people to know you're dying on the inside.

"But then, mon ami, that pain would be an emotion -a 'feel', as you call it- and then I would not be succeeding at the original goal, yes?" Storm's smile turned to a smirk as she out-witted the mutt. "And I bet you have not a clue of what you're talking about. You're trying to act sophisticated- to act like you actually have some education, but you're failing terribly. I've known of your kind for awhile, monsieur, and you're no different. Don't even try; though I have to give you props for the attitude. And the name. I mean really; who's named Django? Sounds you got named while your mom was getting laid, or hungover."[/size]

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With a giant sigh, as if with great effort, he sat up so that his eyes were close-to-level with the female's. She thought she knew how he was, eh? Thought she knew just who and what he was; judging so quickly she ignored the fact that yes, he was all those things- but he was also one thing better.

"I am that," he admitted, a smile still on his face- never once did he wince, or pause as long as she had. "But I am happy the way I am, mon ange." He left it at that, letting silence take over the conversation, knowing that yes, he had won- on some level at least. Happiness, he knew, was the one thing that trumped everything. If you were happy, nothing could bring you down; not unless it was something rather big, such as a death in the family or such. Thinking of that, he remembered what she had brought up; his name. Django wasn't a typical name, he knew that; but it wasn't all bad, like many seemed to think it was. It was different. It wasn't something as cliched as Storm; no, he was Django, and Django was him.

And no wolf-bred is going to try to talk me out of that, he thought, amused. Even if she tried.

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Storm waited for a moment as the silence hung in the air, taking no mind to the other two dogs near her. They weren't important right now; weren't part of the conversation. So it didn't really matter if they were there or not. "Happiness is something that I do, in a way, envy. And yes, I did say it; I envy how happy you are," Storm admitted, her pale-blue gaze unwavering. It was as if she had simply told him her name; not like she had just said one of her bigger secrets. No one would guess that Storm, happy and care-free, was really a depressed, suicidal dog. And she hated when people knew that, because they would probably think she was over-dramatic or something. And she couldn't take that, knowing that people were saying things behind her back. That her friends would say stuff behind her back if she told them. So she simply didn't. She kept it all bottled up, waiting for the day it came to its boiling point. Just by this short conversation with the care-free mutt -Django, she reminded herself- it seemed to be prolonged.

"Heh, you actually think I'm an Angel? Or are you just saying that to throw me off or something?" Though her tone was mostly joking, there was a hint of some kind of happiness -or was gratitude the better word?- to the rather slow reply. It almost warmed her heart, to be called something like that. No one ever had before. Hell, she was referred to as a Demon most of the time, just because of her tough exterior and personality. Solid on the outside, shattered glass on the inside. And it tore her apart, the way everyone thought that they could say so many mean things -jokes, usually- to her and expect her to just shrug it off, meanwhile every hit was like an emotional bite to the throat. Again, the pain and the sadness was beginning to show on her face. But this time, Storm didn't even bother to conceal it.

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In between the time Scout had learned Django's name to now, she'd zoned off into her own little world, her short attention span kicking in. She'd been imagining she was chasing a butterfly when she shook her head and found herself back in the subway station, sitting exactly where she was, Storm still close to her, Django looking like a know-it-all, and a new dog, a purebreed by the looks of it.

"Damnit." She muttered, shaking her head once again after she blinked a couple of times to make sure her eyesight was back to normal. Clearly, she'd missed a lot, because it looked like Storm had broken into pieces, her face molded into a depressed frown. Django...well, she didn't know how to explain him, and the new dog was just sitting there. How long was she silent? Scout didn't know, she guessed ten minutes, but it seemed like much much longer.

(Ugh, sorry it took me so long to post, I had to catch up on everything and crap.)