Post by jaquesyvesnaudin on Nov 9, 2012 4:32:32 GMT -8
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,5px,true][atrb=style, background-color: #2f2535; padding-left: 5px; padding-right: 5px; width: 390px, bTable][atrb=vAlign,top][classy=postysoy][classy=contento][style=letter-spacing: 3px; text-transform: uppercase; border-bottom: 2px solid #2f2535; font-size: 8px; text-align: center; margin-bottom: 3px;]{ 600 words, April 20th, 2012. 10:30 p.m.}[/style] (whoops, sorry for posting this again <3, I hadn't noticed I accidentally erased this baby instead of modifying-- luckily for everyone, no one was in yet!) Now, now... You'll be fine! Tu es très grand! Even I'm afraid of you, silly boy- He giggled, slowly running his hands along the dog's ears, his knees trembling under the mutt's weight. -Don't be like this, Philip, it's the third time you've done this today, and your bed is ready and all...- The great Dane put his paws closer to the assistant's neck, making him sigh. -You'll only be sleeping here for today... and see, Jeremy'll be here any minute to make you company- The bear looked at him with unseen tears, terrified by the ideas of theft and abandonment that ran through his silly mind, but didn't seem to understand that he had to go. Frustrated, he imagined the dog's words just once more, before patting it's head. -no, no Philip, I can't stay-- you're sleeping on the sofa, and there's no way I'm sleeping upstairs...- He trembled slightly, his legs starting to bend as the dog cuddled him further between it's paws. He looked at the clock. He knew it would be best to stay, to accompany poor old Philip, but the clock thought otherwise, it kept ticking and reminding him of the time the last bus came out. Even if he didn't want to, he had to go--- but how to escape this smelly cell? Next to him, on the counter, sat a bowl full of kibbles (those they offered their more hairy clients), towards which he slowly reached his hand, trapping some of pellets in his fist. The dog directed his nose towards the surprises, and immediately began to wag his tail. "Woof! woof woof!" His barking filled the whole place, spotting his own face with a sticky and hard slime. -oh! So you want some of these? You want your prize?- He smiled, the dog wagged his tail once more, then sitting upright some seconds before walking in circles a couple of times. -alright, I'll give you some kibbles!- the dog barked yet again as he slowly stepped beside him, then casting a kibble on the couch, which disappeared after the Great Dane jumped on it. -Good boy... good boy... but you have to stay like this until Jeremy comes, alright?... You have to promise.- Philip snorted, then straining his muzzle on top of his paws. the boy opened his hands, leaving the rest of the prizes right there on the pillow, next to the mutt. Slowly, he reached the sheets over the dog, then patting his forehead once more. -dors... dors... oui? Il sera bientôt ici...- Philip cried out loud, finally hiding his face under the fabrics. He quietly made his way back to the door, turning the door handle as silently as he possibly could, then jumping outside, out into the cool streets. He made sure the place was locked a couple of times, before finally turning around. He looked around uneasily: the sky still had the same pale, grayish color it had had all day, evidence that it would soon rain, but had begun to darken already. The streets were now empty, save the homeless guy who was now sleeping across the street. He took his phone out of his pocket, noticing the hour only after getting used to the dazzling brightness: 11:30 pm... Just where in the world was the doctor? He looked through the veterinary's window just one more, noticing Philip's ears in the dark, then his deep blue eyes, staring at him. "He'll be fine" he reassured himself. It would be wise to hurry to the bus stop. He adjusted his backpack and began to walk, passing by a sea of stores that, contrasted to the daytime, now seemed old and dead. Only the streetlights and the bakery's pink lettering were lit, slightly illuminating his way. He stopped for a second in front of the scheduled table, following his finger as he found his destiny-- it would be a long wait, that was for sure. He slowly sat inside the cabinet, filling a fresh air enter and exit his lungs, an ominous feeling filling his chest. Although it wasn't too late, the streets did give away a more insecure feeling now-- or so he though when he heard a hooter crying out loud in the distance. Maybe, just maybe, he was a little bit scared. Maybe it would be better to avoid loosing time and walk back?... But that was even more scary.[/classy][/classy] | [atrb=valign,top][classy=iconbox][/classy] |
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