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[color=black] Seeing that she was in pain, I took moving into my own hands. I gently climbed up onto the bed, just enough room for me to squeeze up in front of her and bury my head in her shirt. "I love you." I managed to mutter, hoping for the good four worded sentence back. I had stopped my crying, my eyes puffing and my cheeks red.
-- thanks. ^^
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[color=black] "No, I want to go with you. I hate being alone and I want to be with you, no one else." I argued, my eyes starting to water again. I gripped her in my arms, unable to release her. "Please, take me with you. I don't want to live if you leave me." I began to sob gently. "It's just as bad for me.. I don't want to be the only one." my cries were muffled by her shirt as i pressed my face into it.
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[color=black] I finally looked up into her eyes, seeing the dull look. "Then why are you leaving me?! You don't love me, you're lying. You just want to get rid of me and just let me die like everyone else. I can see in your eyes that you don't even care about me, yourself, or US." my sobs began to grow heavier as I struggled slightly in her arms, the pain unbearable. "I want to die, Rose. I want to slit my own throat or stick a gun to my head." I bit my tongue, my body aching.
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[color=black] I flinched, my gray eyes flashing with different emotions. "Good." I said, not pushing her buttons as I curled up in a rather small ball in the tiny space I had. [b]"Where are we going..?"[/b] I questioned ever a moment, turning around to face her. My gray eyes stared into her round orb's, probing and questioning. As long as it took us far away, I was fine.
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[color=black] "I will never leave, I promise." I spoke, shifting over and snuggling against her gently. I let my eyes flutter shut, my breathing evening and my sobbing stopped. I leaned up gently, placing a tiny kiss on her lips before pulling away.
-- want to skip when she gets out of the hospital or something?
[color=black] -- I'm guessing both can drive, just not fully legally. They can just act like they're 16, though. They should have their restricted licenses anyways.
[align=center][color=white][size=11pt]My paws pounded against the cold concrete as I was guided out to the yard, the one place that us dogs could greet humans and other dogs at the same time. My tail was wagging behind my frame rapidly, my round orbs sparkling. I was the head dog of the place and honestly was the most pup-like one, too.
"Jingle! Did cha hears that the staffs is letting da peoples adopt us for free?! You know whats a chances of us getting a-adopted?" My round orbs turned down to a small jack Russell that went back the name Jakie, also known as Spazzy. Even for a annoying dog he was cute, though.
"Yeah man, I heard. Hopefully today is our lucky day!" I barked excitedly in return as the staff member led me into a circle shaped pen, which Jakie was also in at the time. The person then shut the pen door, leaving us there as a display adoption along with many other booths and dog displays.
A good hour passed and no one had bothered to even look at me and Jakie, who was getting rather hopeless and tired from all of his barking. The thought of the puppy being stuck here against made my ears burn with anger. Why didn't anyone just give him a home?! Just as I was about to speak to him about it I heard a tiny squeal.
"Mommy! I want that doggy!" It was a tiny human girl, curly blonde locks circling her head like a halo and her bright green eyes sparkling with pure joy. Behind her stood what I assumed to be her mother and father, both blonde but the father blue eyed and the mother green. Last but not least was two other.. Human pups. They both seemed of older age with a small amount of interest, one black haired with brown eyes and the other red haired with green eyes. A family indeed.
"Oh sweetie, don't you think he's a little.. Big? Also we still have to remember we have [ YOUR CHARACTER ] at home and she is always first." I didn't fully understand their language yet but the few words I did set off a meter in me. They were adopting.
"Mommy! I! WANT! THAT! ONE!" The pup then wailed again, stomping her paws on the floor as she threw her front legs in the air. Almost instantly the mother caved, giving a sharp sigh before heading off to the small counter off to the side titled ' ADOPTION CENTER '.
"I want that one, mom. It's so cute." I could suddenly hear the black haired one speak, leaning down and scooping up the curious Jakie in his arms. I felt a warm feeling in my chest as the father did the same with the black haired one, instantly caving. The pups cheered as the youngest of them was handed a leash by the fellow staff, hooking it onto my thin collar before leading me from the pen. It must've been a good day for their pups and us because we were getting adopted.
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"I wonder if Jingle is going to make a good mate for [ YOUR CHARACTER ]. She's been so upset and lonely lately ever since Rocky moved out of the house." The red haired pup spoke from the second seat as I sat back in the trunk of the SUV along with Jakie. I had no idea what they had in store but all I knew that I, a poor little mutt, was finally getting adopted.
"We'll just have to see if they get together. I really think the company will help, after all." The mother spoke as we pulled up to a large building, long outstretched yards behind it. I had never seen such a big place before. Was this where I would be living?
I was let from the SUV and into the house, the youngest still holding my leash tightly as if I would tug her off her feet. "[ YOUR CHARACTER ], COME GIRL! WE GOT YOU A NEW BOYFRIEND!" She called through the house, giggling as she awaited for the other dog to appear. I just tilted my head out of curiosity, though.
Humans and their confusing terms.
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[ OOC ] so the plot is basically my dog has just been adopted by your dog's owners who happened to be rich. They are a very active family but have had their oldest daughter, Rocky, move out and this upset your dog since she was left behind. So, the humans bring my character along with his friend, Jakie, home to cheer her up. The problem? They also expect my dog and your dog to mate. With the low income with pay checks they have been losing some money and had decided to make it up with training and offering puppies to special services, who in return, offered a good amount of cash. Will they get it to happen, though?
-- this is extremely loose plotting so if you have any ideas don't be afraid to pitch in.
-- this is advanced, obviously, but my post will be shorter and better in detail. I'm just really tired at the moment.
-- excuse the weird grammar but it's a dog POV so.. Ya know. :P
-- this will most likely get mature so please, don't join if you're going to be childish.
-- just post a picture of your dog and a reply post! Thanks for joining.
[spoiler=Jingle{first photo} && Jakie{second photo}]
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[color=white][align=center] I stilled slightly at the sight of the staring dog, my dark brown ears perked up on top of my head. "Who are you?" I managed to bark, my furry tail twitching and raising in the air. While I knew that she wasn't going to cause trouble, I still felt the need to take a protective stance. That's the thing about being half German Shepard, after all.
"Jingle! Be nice to your girlfriend!" I was suddenly yanked by the tiny girl, surprising me by her strength. I didn't fight back, though. I allowed her to pull at the leash before I took a more relaxed, submissive stance. The other human pups went running off to their rooms, leaving the mother and father to pet the other dog's head and help take the leash from my neck. The thin chain collar hung from my neck, my dark orbs staring at the other dog carefully. Jakie instantly leaped off, not bothered by the other dog's presence but instead wanted to explore.
At this point it was only me and her in front of the doorway, my tail twitching carefully as i took a few pads forward. I sniffed at her shoulder carefully, the scent rather fresh. She didn't smell bad like the other pound dogs, which probably included me.
[align=center][color=white] "The name is jingles." I barked in reply as I took a tiny step back. I then the turned, trotting over to the open window to glance out of it carefully.
"So, why am I here? No one adopts a ragged mutt like me without some sort of reason." I questioned, ears twitching back on my head as I watched the sunset carefully. I could just stare at it for days, being that ice never seen it. This was one of my first times seeing the sun set since I had always been locked up in a cage for most of my life.
I could hear the faint barking of Jakie as he bounded around outside suddenly, the youngest pup following after him with loud giggling sounds. Jakie seemed happy around the human, which confused me. He was always abandoned and given back by them, so why enjoy them so much? I signed, shaking my large head. I had given up on owners, even if I always seemed happy around them.
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[color=white] The roads were sheeted with snow, the star splattered sky a perfect compliment to the snowy but glowing city. It was all I got to see at night, though. It was cold, and cruel. I continued with scooping shovel load after shovel load of snow from the drive ways of the rich. I never got much, though. Sometimes they would spare me a bit over 5.00 dollars but never much.
"Thanks, son. Here's ya pay." The bulky and well dressed male would say to me, handing me a few crumpled and probably forgotten bucks of his before shutting his door, never bothering to give me a second look. I would then return to my beaten up house, sparing the money I roughly worked for so my youngest sibling, Tristan, could be fed along with my ill mother. My father never worked. No, he sat back in the one somewhat good seat in the house and drank his most likely stolen beer. That and he would smoke away, not bothering to glance at his family a second time in regret but only when he bothered to yell or lash out at us.
That was what happened each and every night after my work of shoveling drive ways. That was what I called home, the place I went back to in my thin and torn clothings. Only if someone knew what some people truly didn't have, what they needed most.
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I was shoveling the driveway of one of the most wealthiest families in the city, my bones aching but my skin numbed with a pale tone. I worked quickly, my built but still scrawny form easily heaving the weight of the white mass.
"Come here, boy." I managed to cough out to my waiting dog, his heavy coat giving me a feeling of envy but warmth. As commanded, the thick dog stood and bounded over to stand by my side quickly. "Good boy." I praised with a pat to the head, hooking the wire to his ragged collar and watching as he hauled the ragged sled filled with snow off to the side, using his head to dump it before easily padding back. I unhooked it before I began to haul more snow from the driveway into it, slowly filling it once more.
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[ PLOT ] So basically my character is a poor boy and is currently working for your character's father, shoveling the snow from their drive way. christmas is right around the corner and he is saving up for a toy or two for his little brother and money to buy his mother a nice new quilt and pillow. Your character feels sorry for him, though. She ends up walking outside, offering him to come inside for a cup of hot coco. At first it was just a friendly offer but soon they both start to fall for each other. We can develop a plot from there.
[ RULES ] - be advanced, two or more paragraphs.
- be active and post at least 2 times a day.
- it might get mature depending on how the plot goes so please, don't join if you can't handle mature content.
- this is going to be very fluffy and sweet so, yeah.
- just join with a small form like mine below along with a reply to my post.
- no tracking. Just join.
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[color=black] Name: Landon K. Night
Age: 17.
Gender: Male.
Pet{s}: A dog name Lucky.
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[color=white] I need a name and age at least and go ahead and pick whatever girl you would like the play! I'm open to anything. Also yes, you just throw in a post. 
[color=white] No problem and I can't wait! ^^
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My body stiffened in any possible way when a voice rung to my ears, barely audible but enough to catch my attention. Nervous, I held onto the handle of the shovel tightly before slowly making my way up. Usually when you got called to attention it was bad, often to say that you didn't live up to their standards of the simplest task such as shoveling the snow out of their driveway.
"Uhm, yes ma-am? I know I've been a bit slow but I promise I'll get it done quick." I had a small stutter along with a pause or two to my tone, mostly because of my weak education. I knew most words but honesty, I had no idea how to read anything past 3rd grade level.
Lucky came trotting up to me, his tail wagging as he sat off behind me, carefully watching out reactions. He was a huge help when it came to work like this and I hope it hadn't bothered her that I had my dog along with me. I made him work off his food, anyways. It was always our silent connection like promise that if he helped me work I promise he'd never go starving, even if I hadn't ate.
Shaking the trailing thoughts from my head, I focused back on the admittingly fine teenage girl. She looked around my age but with the knowledge I had, she could be ages over and I wouldn't be able to tell. My mother had always said I looked super young for my age, anyways.
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[color=white] The roads were sheeted with snow, the star splattered sky a perfect compliment to the snowy but glowing city. It was all I got to see at night, though. It was cold, and cruel. I continued with scooping shovel load after shovel load of snow from the drive ways of the rich. I never got much, though. Sometimes they would spare me a bit over 5.00 dollars but never much.
"Thanks, son. Here's ya pay." The bulky and well dressed male would say to me, handing me a few crumpled and probably forgotten bucks of his before shutting his door, never bothering to give me a second look. I would then return to my beaten up house, sparing the money I roughly worked for so my youngest sibling, Tristan, could be fed along with my ill mother. My father never worked. No, he sat back in the one somewhat good seat in the house and drank his most likely stolen beer. That and he would smoke away, not bothering to glance at his family a second time in regret but only when he bothered to yell or lash out at us.
That was what happened each and every night after my work of shoveling drive ways. That was what I called home, the place I went back to in my thin and torn clothings. Only if someone knew what some people truly didn't have, what they needed most.
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I was shoveling the driveway of one of the most wealthiest families in the city, my bones aching but my skin numbed with a pale tone. I worked quickly, my built but still scrawny form easily heaving the weight of the white mass.
"Come here, boy." I managed to cough out to my waiting dog, his heavy coat giving me a feeling of envy but warmth. As commanded, the thick dog stood and bounded over to stand by my side quickly. "Good boy." I praised with a pat to the head, hooking the wire to his ragged collar and watching as he hauled the ragged sled filled with snow off to the side, using his head to dump it before easily padding back. I unhooked it before I began to haul more snow from the driveway into it, slowly filling it once more.
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[ PLOT ] So basically my character is a poor boy and is currently working for your character's father, shoveling the snow from their drive way. christmas is right around the corner and he is saving up for a toy or two for his little brother and money to buy his mother a nice new quilt and pillow. Your character feels sorry for him, though. She ends up walking outside, offering him to come inside for a cup of hot coco. At first it was just a friendly offer but soon they both start to fall for each other. We can develop a plot from there.
[ RULES ] - be advanced, two or more paragraphs.
- be active and post at least 2 times a day.
- it might get mature depending on how the plot goes so please, don't join if you can't handle mature content.
- this is going to be very fluffy and sweet so, yeah.
- just join with a small form like mine below along with a reply to my post.
- no tracking. Just join.
[color=black]
[color=black] Name: Landon K. Night
Age: 17.
Gender: Male.
Pet{s}: A dog name Lucky.
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The words that escaped her lips stunned me slightly, causing my body to tense even more along with the freezing winds. "Oh, uh, I guess." The words escaped my pale lips quicker than I could think, causing a small tint of red to shade right below my eyes and on my cheeks.
"Lucky, you stay out here and be a good boy." I then turned to my Aussie, patting his head as he looked up at me with those big round orbs of his. I gave a small smile but didn't say anything else, turning back to face the now cold looking girl. Before I could be led inside I reached up to my head, tugging off the ragged beany that sat on top of my head out of respect, my hair messy and unruly as if it hadn't been brushed or cut within the last year, the dirty blonde locks easily sweeping over my whole forehead. I had never bothered to take care of my hair but instead made sure had I had some form of shower every two days, hair cleaned or not, it didn't matter.
I stuffed my beany in my pocket before awkwardly watching her, not making a move to enter the house without her lead. I already felt awkward for accepting her offer to basically invade her personal space just for a cup of hot chocolate. Sure, I appreciated it but I still felt a bit guilty that I let her get a stronger grip on me instead of just finishing my work and collecting my pay.
-- it's fine. ^^
[color=black] -- alrighty!
