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Human & Humanoid Roleplays / Re: "Is this really the end?"|Literate|Realistic|Post Apocalyptic RP|Open!|
« on: April 09, 2014, 12:04:46 pm »


Name: Shane Swans.
Age: Thirty-four.
Gender: Male.

Personality: Shane is down-to-earth man who's life now revolves around his daughter and her safety. He is unfortunately quite a hot head so has fallen out with many people in the past over arguments. He also arms strong leadership abilities, combat proficiency, protective instincts and a certain skill with firearms, from which he picked up in his previous job as a police officer.

History: Pre-Apocalypse, at a younger age, Shane was an avid football enthusiast, playing his school team number 22 (Which he's reminded of by the necklace he wears.) He was a know prankster, once stealing his principals car, which he picked up his late wife in. He soon married his childhood sweetheart after being separated for several years after they left college. Shane went on to be a Police officer along with his best friend since he was very young and then for the pair to become local deputies. He was on his last shift of the day when a call came in through the cars radio that there where strange occurrences being reported in the city centre and they where to report immediately.

When the two arrived at the scene, they immediately sped off after witnessing several 'humans' slaughtering a group of tourists and eating them. Shane's car broke down when they where half way to there homes, but the pair of deputies stayed and listened to the radio to keep up-to-date with the latest news on the out-break. The deputies where separated from each other when they ran off back to their homes, and have unfortunately had no information of the whereabouts of each other.

Shane arrived home to find several blood baths along the pavement, the walked into his house, a hand gun armed to find his wife attempting to kill him, her eyes and hair pure white. After pushing her back several times in the emotional encounter, the deputy shot her in the head to put her out of her misery. Shane searched the house for his daughter, Eva, and found her hiding in the bathroom with the door locked. Shane encouraged her to come out, and then the father and daughter tried to escape the house, but got blocked in by the hoards. Shane searched the cupboards for food and bottles of water but everything already seemed to be looted. They stayed there for days until the hoard subsided and then got in the family car and drove of, only to end up in the city where they are currently hiding out.

Weapon(s): One pump action shotgun what he does not use unless in dire need, since the noise would attract hundreds. Three hand guns and a large kitchen knife.
Companion(Dog): Unavailable.
Other: Face Claim= Jon Bearnthal, who was Shane from The Walking Dead! :D End :3


"If you can dream, you can do it ~ Walt Disney"

Name: Eva Alice Swans.
Age: Four and a 1/2.
Gender: Female

Personality: Eva is a bright little girl that takes everything in her stride. She relies mostly on her father to protect her but if protection is unavailable, her only thought is to run and hide. Pre-apocalypse, she loved to play hopscotch outside and play on swings rather than staying indoors and playing with dolls and stuffed teddies, but now, she would rather have the company of a stuffed toy when her father is  out scouting for food. Eva also liked; and still does, to invent things. She played around with anything she could find to work out ways of how she could improve things, like how swings could go higher, but nowadays, she works out ways for how to keep the zombies, or 'biters', as she prefers to call them, at bay.

History: Eva was born in a hospital not too far from her house on the outskirts of the city. She was surrounded by her family, aunts, uncles, cousins, grandmas and grandfathers and of course, her mother and father. She loved to visit all of her family, since they gave her gifts of money and toys, of which she never liked. She asked her father to buy things for her out of the money, mostly small contraptions such as small models of a human skeleton to find out how they walked, which sounds silly for child, but such things interested her.

When the  Apocalypse broke out, Eva barely knew what was going on. Eva remembered waking up in her fathers arms after falling asleep under the bed, and her father running for his daughters and his life. They finally held up in a  house which had been cleaned of biters. Eva's father boarded up the house to keep the walkers out, but the awful screams of the biters outside never makes Eva or her father feel safe.

Weapon(s): Unavailable.
Companion(Dog): Unavailable.
Other: She wears a multi-coloured Polka dot dress her mother bought her a few weeks before the out-break. It has grown to have a few tears and dirt stains here and there. She also wears a colourful flower-type accessory in her hair that she found in the house they are held up in. Also, End!

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Animal & Non Human Roleplays / Re: |:: Spring fever ::| Wild Horse | Mature | Advanced | OPEN
« on: April 04, 2014, 12:04:58 pm »


Name |Saturn VI
Goes By |Titan
Gender |Stallion
Breed |Andalusian
Age |Seven years.

Personality | Cobalt is a fiery yet mature male, and knows his place in the world quite well. His personality is gathered truly in his past experiences, but is ashamed of what had happened to him, and so it's locked up tightly in his mind. There are two main point's in his personal life that I might as well point out.

Well mannered: Cobalt  is a very well mannered stallion and always want's other horses to feel comfortable in his presence. Although at times he may be a bit fiery and less of courteous stallion, especially when in the presence of stallions during the breeding season.

Trustworthy: You can trust Cobalt with anything. From wandering in dangerous places, to keeping a relationship safe, you can trust this sturdy steed. He may be, on the odd occasion, a little over protective, but this was a trait he had gained from his father. He would protect other horses with his life. Continuing, Relationships always bloom with Cobalt. He always makes friends, mares, stallions and foals alike.

History |Titan was the fifth Saturn to be named on his family tree, thus being nicknamed Titan. He was born within the Spades herd and had to immediately be up and on his feet to prevent himself from being mauled to death from the many predators in the area. Thru-out his juvenile life, he was constantly on guard, despite his mothers and fathers protection. His father was not like most stallions; mate a mare and move on. He stuck by his mates side thru-out Titans foal hood and protected Titans mother from the testosterone filled stallions that had no care for Titans welfare or needs. After two years, Titan was lifted from his parents protection.

For several years, the stallion was working around the herd, mostly away from the heart of it to track for any predators in the area. After hundreds of encounters with deadly animals, the sharp teeth and claws of those that wish to cause harm never scare him like they did when he was a young colt.

When the breeding seasons came, Titan failed to bear any foals because of the fierce competition with his fellow stallions. But despite this, Titan is set to be 'Top Dog' when he is being pushed back by the competition this year.
Herd | Spades
Appearance | Titan is solid black except for a little white snip on his forehead. He is approximately 16.4hh and weighs 1,160 pounds. The stallion is a strong build with powerful muscles he has earned by working hard. His eyes are a deep brown, like his mothers and are always shining brightly.
Code word | Red Apple


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Human & Humanoid Roleplays / Re: The Wild West {Human Roleplay, Accepting Applications!!}
« on: April 03, 2014, 10:15:58 pm »
Bonnie Macfarlane

"Bonnie, left, turn left! Wait...I-I ment right...Oh i'm sorry!" Bonnie pulled tightly on the reigns for the two driving horses to halt. She turned her head to look at the girl sitting next to her, a young teenager, possibly thirteen years old sat there, concentrating hard on a map Bonnie's father had drew up. "Give the damn thing here!" Bonnie said in a thick Texas-like accent. She snatched the dirty parchment from the girls hand and followed a finger of the route they where taking to get to town. "Darn kid, do you even know your left from your right? We were meant to turn right to the town, not the damn graveyard!" Bonnie shoved the paper onto the lap of the young girl and took the reigns of the driving horses. She turned them around and got them back on the track before  whipping the reigns to get the pair into a canter. "If you miss this train down to that stupid error I'm the one getting the blame and the telling off, and I aint havin' any of that!" Bonnie shouted over the horses thick thuds on the dirt road and the banging of the wooden wagon as it went over bumps.

Bonnie quickly jumped off the wagon along with the young girl and raced to the train with her, just as it was pulling out of the station. "Go, go! Get on that damn thing already" Bonnie said hoisting the girl up and onto the  side of the train. "Sit down and tell your father I'm gonna ride to ya farm soon!" Bonnie shouted after the large train, the thick black steam surrounding her as it drove away. Bonnie crinkled her nose at the smell of the burning coal and walked out of the wall of fog waving a hand in front of her face.  She listened to the loud ringing sound of the trains horn being pulled as she walked away, the leather boots whipping up the dust from the road.

Bonnie, if you are wishing to know, had just signed a contract with, yes, a thirteen year old farm worker. Bonnie and her father has purchased twenty cows, aswell as two bulls for breeding and meat. All of their previous livestock had been out grazing when they where rounded up by a group of cattle rustlers, hours before they where due to be guided back to their pens. Bonnie and a few farm workers had gone out with guns to find them but had found out through gossip that the entire herd had been killed when they got spooked and fell from the side of a canyon. Unfortunately, the bandits where already long gone before Bonnie's father, Drew had attempted to get his revenge.

Bonnie Macfarlane  looked into a nearby Saloon where several men where talking and some staggering around outside from far too much whisky. Bonnie had no money on her at the moment for a quick drink, but as she walked back to her wagon, she remembered about the bags of corn in the back that needed to be sold to a food store across the road. "Me and my stupid brain. Swear my memory is getting worse. Figures with me hanging around with uneducated farm workers all day long." She whispered to her self. The young woman lifted herself up onto the back of the wagon and picked up two sack and cradled them in her arms as she got down and walked to the shop. She entered through the swinging doors and dropped the two sacks on the counter. "Miss Macfarlane, how nice to see you again. How many sacks of corn do I have the pleasure of attaining this month?" Said the man behind the counter. He was in his fifties but looked like a seventy year old with a large ginger moustache as thick as a gorillas thumb. "Got ten bags sir. And I don't need no help with 'em either." Bonnie spoke, walking back out of the store and back to the wagon. "There there girls. I'll get ya some water when we get back home," Bonnie spoke to the two driving horses, both of which where a dark bay in colour. Bonnie walked back to the back of the wagon and started to remove the sacks of corn two by two.

(I was so inactive and i am really sorry but hopefully this will make up for it? C:)

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Human & Humanoid Roleplays / Re: The Wild West {Human Roleplay, Accepting Applications!!}
« on: March 18, 2014, 12:28:00 pm »
Name: Bonnie McFarlane.

Alias: Prefers to be called Bonnie.

Age: Early 30's.

Appearance: Bonnie is a slender yet strong built woman. Her skin is a peachy colour, yet can be mistaken to be a very light brown when she is out all day in the sun. Her hair is a dirty blonde, shoulder height, yet never seen out of a pony tail so it does not bother her when she works. She has light blue eye just like her mothers. Her preferred outfit is a white (often dirt covered) cotton shirt. She always rolls the cuffs up to her  elbow. Accompanied, she has a beige cotton waist coat with no buttons. Underneath she wears a yellow corset. Finally, Bonnie owns a ankle height pleated beige skirt and brown western boots.

Personality: Bonnie is a feisty young woman that enjoys a good day of work. She likes to be horse back riding around her ranch in her free time, admiring the beauty of the secluded area. When first impressions come into order, she would probably be classed as a enthusiastic working ranch girl that disapproves of all sorts of cockiness. Her work life has lead her to not be that confident when love comes into the question.

Companion(s): She stays at her ranch with her father and ranch workers but often goes out to towns for supplies and to sell. She rides no specific horse, since she has a choice from the ones in the coral, but she favours a Blue Roan Tersk mare with a black mane and tail she caught and broke in herself. She named her Braylet and loves her for her obedience and smooth gaits.

Job/Occupation: Ranch worker. Co-owner.

Family & Friends: She has her father, the main person she turns to. She had six brothers but five of them died from an assortment of illness and foolishness. Her remaining brother has moved to New York to be a banker. She has in the past had many friends but they have either died or moved on in life.

Enemies: Mainly bandits and cattle rustlers.

Extra: Bonnie is a character from Red Dead Redemption (My all-time favourite game). For references, you may look her up and see what her farm is like.  She also owns a western field model 30 shotgun for the coyotes and rabbits that eat livestock and growing food. And Canter!

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Game Discussion / Re: How Old Are The Floofs In FearlHeart?
« on: February 14, 2014, 09:42:19 pm »
15 turning 16 =P

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Game Discussion / Re: Is FH+ Being worked on?
« on: February 14, 2014, 03:34:42 pm »
I never saw that post because I never go onto those pages. Thank you!

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Game Discussion / Is FH+ Being worked on?
« on: February 14, 2014, 03:26:28 pm »
Sorry if I am not allowed to post about this, but when is FH+ going to be released, if ever? I have been waiting for a while (months, a year maybe) but FH+ seems to have just...poofed. Can I have some light on the subject please? ^^

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Animal & Non Human Roleplays / Re: Dog Town [A semi-realistic canine roleplay][Open][Post!]
« on: December 31, 2013, 12:28:18 pm »

"Falling out of love is hard
Falling for betrayal is worse
Broken trust and broken hearts
I know..."

Coyote shifted onto his side, stretching out all four legs and bending his head and neck backwards. He then relaxed, drawing his tongue swiftly over his muzzle whilst keeping his eyes tight shut from a beam of sunlight that attempted to pierce through a gap in the curtains. Early morning wake-ups were never were never the German Shepherd's strong point. A soft rustle of fur behind him told him instantly that his son had awoken.
"Dad, Dad, Dad?" the young pup's voice echoed. Coyote had just enough energy to the muster the word, "What?"
"I'm hungry, can we go out now, Dad?" Bullet barked in a fully awake, energetic voice.
"There are a few rat limbs under the bed."
"I ate them last night."
Coyote opened his eyes and looked at his son who's head was drooped. "Right. Whatever. Let me get up first, then we can go and find some food." The German Shepherd said in a much stronger voice as he rolled onto his stomach. Letting out a large yawn, the dog gathered himself together and heaved himself onto his paws. The father and son where situated in the same hotel room in which Coyote had awoken from weeks before after being thrown against a wall. The young dog thought it was a good idea to stay put in the room, for it was a safe place for his son. Inhaling the light, somewhat cool morning air, Coyote set of at a slow walk to the door, opening the 'closed-too' decaying wood with his muzzle and allowing his son to exit first. Placing his two front paws on the door and pushing slightly, it swung shut with a large, echoing bang. The young father told his son to keep close, like he did every time they went out, and walked off to the main doors that opened up onto the vast, deserted city. The doors swung in both directions so they could easily enter and exit without having the worry of being locked out.

Coyote greeted the cool morning air as it entwined with his fur, but he knew it would not stay at this wonderful temperature for long. Soon it would heat up as it approached mid-day and the pair needed to find food before they waste their energy in the boiling sun. Giving the air a quick sniff, in most directions, Coyote decided the best place to search for food was the forest. There was a heavenly scent of a lone deer emitting from that area. Coyote set of at a trot, his son running and stumbling at his side to keep up with his fathers strides.
"Dad?" Bullet said in a light tone.
"Mhm?" Coyote replied.
"Does alcohol taste nice?"
"No. Not to me at least. Why?"
"I want to try some."
Coyote looked down at his son and then over at the pub they where passing. "You are never ever going in there, you hear me? Nothing but low-life's and drunks in-habit it." The father said, looking away from the pub in disgust, although he was one to talk. He had once got drunk with his brother when he was around two years old, but the way he acted disgraced himself and he stopped drinking as soon as he became sober.

Half an hours trot led them to the forest, and it was definitely beginning to heat up. He needed to find his prey fast, yet teach his son on how to hunt properly at the same time. Coyote poked his nose in the air and then down at the ground. He could no longer sense the deer's tracks. Cursing under his breath, Coyote found the scent of a rabbit. A few actually. It took a while and a lot of searching around the area to find the hole the rabbits where hiding in. He could hear the restlessness in the burrow. Coyote had a tactic with him and his son that often worked, but it would no longer work as his son grew bigger. Coyote urged Bullet into the burrow like a ferret, a rather big fluffy one at that. After a minute, rabbit heads where butting against Bullets in the struggle to escape. They pushed him out, scattered and Coyote managed to latch onto one in its attempted to run for safety. This was not a permanent solution for hunting, but it was quick and easy, for the time being. Coyote laid down and passed the limp animal towards his son, whom pulled at the fluffy fur to get at its insides. Coyote washed his son quietly as the pup begun to eat, yet the fathers ears where up and alert at all times to make sure he and his son where safe from intruders.

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Animal & Non Human Roleplays / Re: Dog Town [A semi-realistic canine roleplay][WIP][DON'T POST]
« on: December 30, 2013, 06:36:15 pm »

Coyote River-Lungs
"Let the Skyfall, When It crumbles, We will stand tall and face it all, Together."
Full Name:Coyote River-Lungs.
Alias/Nicknames:Coyote, Coy.
Species:Purbred German Shephard
Age: Five years.
Gender:Male.
Sexuality:Hetrosexual.

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Lover:Previously Gracie, (Atlas Dog, deceased.) Currently none.
Offspring:One litter of 9 pups, (All but 1's locations unknown.)
Companions:Bullet-Point, (12 week old Aldi/German Shepherd.)
Friends:Bullet-Point (Companion, son), George (Boxer Mix, Un-playable).
Enemies:Plenty. (Unknown locations and names.)
Siblings:Several brothers and sisters. All unknown locations and names except one brother (Fire Eye, Nearby location.)
Parents:Fallen Eclipse (Mother, deceased), Hearth light (Father, 'zombiefied'.)

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Appearance:Coyote is a steady, well-built yet slightly underweight purebred German Shepherd. The mature dog is well tacked for the rare fight, for he has large strong paws, equipped with blunt, yet deadly in combat claws. His jaw is strong which is an excellent match with hardy and sharpish teeth. The 'base' colour of his fur is a light cream, which darkens on his lower legs and face. He has a top layer of black markings tat covers his back like a blanket  and moves of to the upper side of his tail. The underside of his tail is light cream. The blanket of black stops at his neck and then lightens on his face. The markings are like a symmetrical mask. Lastly, his eyes are a dark hazel, and the whites can only be seen if he looks far in each direction.

Personality:Coyote is independent, quiet and not a very approachable dog upon knowing him. He is rather average when It come to talking. He wont answer too many questions, nor ask them. He is not fond of interacting with strangers, but always has time for his son, Bullet-Point, and allows him to have a social life away from his father. He is not very aggressive, only when he needs to be and is known to be a little rude if dogs aggravate him.

That being said, he would not allow any canine in need of help to be unheard, and would help them to the best of his abilities. He is not a fatherly figure deep down, but tries to be one for his son, for he is the only bit of flesh and blood he has remaining.

Bullet-Point it quiet easy to explain. He is the exact opposite of his father, other than Coyote's friendly points.
Bullet is a friendly, loud and a very approachable pup upon knowing him. He is rather thorough when It come to talking. He will answer any question, and ask any. He is sociable when interacting with strangers, only if his father allows him to, though.  

History: Coyote has had, to date a rough life. His puppy hood was rather 'normal' when he was growing up with the humans. He was bought up with a wealthy family, his mother and father being prize winning canines in 'The arena', as they called it. Coy and his siblings where able to play in a large garden with an assortment of other puppies that his owners had bred. When the date came to be sold, his sisters where almost instantly reserved and snapped up for breeding purpose by top quality breeders. Then his brothers went, mostly to be used as working dogs, studs and companions. Coyote was sold along with his brother, Fire Eye for a hefty price. He enjoyed to be in the company of his brother, since they where the only two of the siblings that though of other things, rather than being like their parents: Snobs. A few months being adopted though, things drastically changed.

Being in the heart of the city, his owner was the most vulnerable to the virus, or 'radiation' that leaked into the air. The two brothers saw their owner die in front of their very eyes as she struggled to breathe. As she slumped on the ground, the pair went into a instant panic mode, running around the house until Coyote came to his senses and led himself and his brother to the front door, which their mistress had opened just before she died. They looked outside to find helicopters above and harshly beeping cars on the ground. They watched as people struggled to exit the city, some where even outside begging to be let into a car. A few even died on the pavement as they gazed.

A few days after that the city was mostly deserted, except for a few people that here unable to escape quick enough, slowly decaying in strength. The brothers easily found scrap human food like left over fries for the next few weeks, but it was slowly decreasing, and much more difficult to eat, for other dogs fought to the death for it.

Soon the easy to reach food was gone and it was all about survival for the fittest. Since the pups where only around six months at the time, they where unable to hunt the prey of the city, because thy had no idea on how to. But a pack of canines that had formed wandered on by, searching for  edible things, no matter what it was. The group, mostly containing young adult males accepted the pups into the 'click' and taught he pair on how to hunt.

A year passed and all of the knowledge from the pack had been passed onto the brothers. They learnt all of the bad stuff though. Then, Coyote did something that tore the pack apart: He asked for his freedom to roam alone. The pack did not accept his resignation and attempted to kill him for his treachery to the group. Coyote had to murder a lot of the dogs in self defence, and a few of the dogs ran away, except his brother. Coyote's life had turned upside down with one sentence. The pair set of alone again, but where quickly paused in their tracks when they saw the most horrific sight in their entire lives. Their mother, in the middle of the playground, impaled on a metal plank with their father eating her. The brothers quickly pounced onto their father, only for him to turn and attack them. They had to struggle to fight with their father, because of his shear size and emotional impact. But they finally managed to scare him off, not having the heart to kill him and then began to grieve for their mother. They managed to pull her off the plank, dig a hole and bury her.

Then, they joined up with another pack and years passed before Coyote fell for one of the pack members, Gracie. She quickly became pregnant, and none of the pack knew except Coyote and Fire Eye, whom the father had told. Gracie gave birth to nine beautiful pups but the pair knew they had done a huge mistake. They could not possibly hide them. The father confronted the pack and told them about the puppies. Some of the pack became enraged while the others agreed they needed for the pack to grow. It was a blur when the pack fought a few minuets after a discussion. All that mattered was getting Gracie and the pups safely away. This, unfortunately never happened. Gracie returned for her hiding spot with the pups just as the fight broke out. One of the 'against' slaughtered her, and Coyote and Fire Eye quickly came to her aid to find her taking her last breath. The rest was not well remembered. He could remember a jaw clasp around his head, throw him and then someone pulling him away.

Coyote woke up six weeks later, severely underweight on the floor of a posh hotel with one of his pups, Bullet-Point, asleep by his neck. Fire Eye returned with a can of food he had managed to open for the three dogs. Fire Eye explained that he did not know the fate of the pack, nor the rest of his pups. Coyote greeted his pup, for he had only seen him when his eyes where barely open. A few days after that, Fire Eye had decided that he would rather be alone. He had grown independent from his brother that had always helped him in the tough times, plus, he had found a mate in the 'Dog Town'.

Now it is the present date and Coyote often see's his brother and they keep in touch with one another, but Coyote is grateful that his son is alive and able to give him company and guide the next generation in this harsh world.

Reputation:He is hated by many gangs of dogs he has been mixed up in when he was younger. He is not well known with loners.

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Animal & Non Human Roleplays / Re: |. Unsinkable .| {Open}
« on: December 27, 2013, 08:39:11 pm »
(Not meaning to be rude, but the amount of strays aboard is pretty much unrealistic. <:/)
Bluestone

A great amount of shoving and pushing greeted Susana as she shuffled forwards on the platform, her head struggling to look above the sea of hair to find a glimpse of black spots from the body of her beloved pet, returning from quarantine for his check-up. She huffed and allowed the people to drift her onto the ship. The pushing and shoving soon stopped and the crowed thinned out as they boarded the Titanic. Susana paused, mouth open as she gazed up at the tall ceiling and the beautiful large staircase. A loud yelp caught her attention and she quickly looked to her right. She saw Bluestone, glaring up at a man whom had accidently trodden on his paw. She saw his lip slowly raise above his pearly teeth, but Susana quickly rushed over and pulled the Dalmatian away from the man, whom was apologising franticly for stepping on the dog's paw. "It's fine, it's fine" Susana said as Bluestone came to his senses. "Oh yes terribly sorry old chap, I have no idea what came over me. One should never raise his lip when being in dire pain" The Dalmatian mocked before returning to his normal cockneyish voice to say "Posh arse."

A few minuets later, Susana and Bluestone had climbed the main staircase, veered to the left on the second level and begun to walk down a large corridor with lots of numbered doors in golden writing. Susana pulled out a key in her over coat that she had received before boarding the platform. The key ring on the key read, also in Golden numbers '108'. Susana looked back up and checked the door numbers. 106, 107, 108...108! Susana grinned and walked over to the door, inserting the key into the lock and turning it. Bluestone trotted over to his mistresses heels and sat, looking into the room as Susana opened the door. It was...and upgrade from his Mistresses room back home, true, but Bluestone could not help but think that the 'Posh ones', as he called them, where dining in absolute luxury, just because of the money. Bluestone exhaled heavily and entered the room, which definitely smelt fresher than he had expected for the middle class. Susana removed her coat and placed it on a stool next to a dresser. She turned her head towards the double bed with fresh, cream linen  and fluffy red pillows and cushions. She slipped off her foot-aching high heels and ran towards the bed, jumping onto the bed and laying spread eagle on the comfy duvet. Bluestone franticly wagged his curved tail and barked loudly, joining his mistress on the bed and rolling over whilst she rubbed his cheeks with her hands whilst she laughed. Perhaps this trip would not be a such a waste of time as he had first thought...

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