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[SoaringAway]

[IlLupoItaliano]

Landon  T.  Jackson



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   A groan grumbled deep with the chest of a slightly hungover Landon. How long had he been asleep? He forced open his heavy eyelids revealing smooth spheres of chocolate brown. It didn't take him long to realize where he had ended up. He could feel the cool surface of a counter pressed against the side of his now flushed face. He was at the bar. His answer became more clear as the voice of his cousin filled his ears. "T-Jay, hey! What the heck do you think you're doing? Look, if you're not out of here in 10, I'm screwed. You're screwed. Don't want to have a cut-back on that paycheck, correct?" A pain lingered in his bicep making him wince as he realized the pain was growing worse. He shifted his head to the side to get a view of what had caused the pain. His cousin was jabbing his arm, one fist after the other, as if he was made out of sand bags. Finding his right hand, he drowsily slapped his cousin's fists, while rubbing his drowsy face with the other. "Alright, alright. You don't have to make it anymore clear. I'll be out in ten. And for the last freaking time, don't call me that!" He slowly dropped from the bar stool and made his way to the employee's lockers. His head buzzed every time a noise drifted about. Now, almost any noise was starting to piss him off. He squeezed his eyes shut and cuffed his ears as he blindly stood in front of his locker. He extended his arm and grabbed anything he could muster, while pushing a comb delicately through his dark hair. Landon popped his eyes open to stair at the twin that smiled back at him in a dented mirror that was almost hidden deep inside the locker. "Who's yo daddy", he said pointing at himself giving a huge grin. He chuckled slightly before exiting the room. It was a cheesy saying, but it always put him in the right mood. Especially when he was hungover.

   Landon absolutely loved his car. It was one of his prized possessions, along with a few other gadgets he had at home, so to speak. He hovered his hands over the interior before starting the engine. The engine's hum calmed his mind, reminding him of all the things he used to do with his car. His mouth stretched to a slight sideways grin as he cruised aimlessly through town. He didn't have anything in store for the day, so he figured he would drive around town and see what was going down. He would accelerate his engine here and there, just to impress those who looked on. It was part of having an expensive car. Showing off is pretty much a second thing there good for.
   Lone barks and howls caught his attention. It brought him back to the time when he had a dog as a child, and he would spend hours throwing a ball for the dog. It had been his best friend, and he would never forget. Landon was his happiest with the furry companion, and the dog was always there by his side listening to his latest fairytales. Sadly, he had to part ways with his furry friend when he had moved because his parents did not want to deal with a dog at the time. Landon snapped out of memory and pulled his car over to the curb to park. Ironic how he had stopped next to the Pound. He leaned his head in his hands pondering  whether he should reunite the memories of having a dog, as he mentally noted pros and cons in his head. Nodding in acceptance, he turned of the engine and exited his car. He slid his hands into his pockets, throwing on a pair of aviator shades, and pushed through the glass doors to the Pound. He was greeted by a women at the front desk who happily directed him to the "Dogs" section.
   The stench of wet dog caught him off guard as he wandered farther into the caged room. His ears stung from the heavy noise of barking and the clanking of the metal bars. Just as he was about to give up, a dog who lay in the corner got his attention. He seemed to be the perfect dog for Landon, though he couldn't be so sure. He bent down slowly to eye level with the dark dog, scanning his features. He admired it's sleek pelt, and the way his muscles rippled after every movement. "Hey boy. What's a healthy sport like you doing in this joint? I would suspect you'd have gone after the care takers by now and escaped your way to freedom." Supporting a half smile, he leaned closer to the bars taking another good look at the dog.

[Charlie-101]

[LasVagas]

Jessie

Flapping her tail rappidly, Jessie moved her weight as her head rested in the berry bush. 'One two skip a few, nighty nine one hundred! Coming Hammy!' She called, pulling her head out and flipping her body around to face the grassy field filled with barking. Jessie puffed out her spotted chest and lifted her pink maw in the air to sniff were her new found friend could be. Her soft white paws trotted quickly in the ticklish blades of grass, her black, wet nose scanning across  the turf as she followed the faint scent of Hamlet in the dewy grass. Her eye lids drooped as the sur blazed on her face, back and chest, but something as simple as mother nature would not have stopped the young mutt. She pounced over a small squirrel....squirrel. Jessie's mind diverted onto the small grey animal, staring up with its terrifiyed bulging eyes. They stared at each other untill Jessie lunged her head forwards, teeth bared and fur raised, but wildlife was to quick. It pounced out of the mutts way and scamperd up the willow tree, its back legs tripping as it climbed. Jess raced her way to the tree, forcing her body upwards into a large jump as it crawled out of sight. She landed, her front paws resting on the trunk with her ears perked high on her head, waiting to see if the creature would show once more. Tail drifing too and fro, she  dropped back down from the tree and turned her head, panting heavily as she rememberd she was ment to be finding Hamlet. Shaking her pelt, the young dog stuck her nose to the ground again and continued to search for the male.

Around five minuets passed of searching and Jessie had caught a strong scent of Hamlet which had been coming from behind a blueberry bush. Jessie knew that she could go around the bush, but going through the bush seemed much more quicker. Sqirming through, the wonderful sight caught her eyes instantly. She sniffed the air and Hamlet smelt very close. Creeping into some leafy turf, she looked behind many trees and bushes, but the scent ended in the water. She waddled into the lake and saw ripples coming from the other side behind some foalige. Tottering in the water, she saw the tip of Hamlets tail and decided to suprise him. Collecting a empty bottle, she sank it into the water in which it filled and then rose it in her mouth, sneeking behind a old tree trunk and snickering quietly to herself. Bounding out infront of Hamlet, she squashed the bottle in her jaws, making a large burst of murky water erupt into his face. Jessie dropped her bottle and cracked up laughing; the water had been muddy were she had collected it and and it had been blasted onto Hamlets head, the soggy soil dripping from his face.

[Wolfie_Lover]

A cold rush of water squished his face with pressure. He looked to see where it was from and found Jessie. Oh yeah, we're supposed to be playing hide and seek. Must've slipped my mind. His look softened, and he padded more clearly to land. "You win, so... Now I count. Right?" He asked. He put his forelegs forward, and stretched. His bones popping. Afterward, he shook his head and plopped down.
(Shortness.)