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Post by angel on Jul 13, 2009 11:02:01 GMT -6
It appeared as though everything was turned against him. He’d been out of town for the past two nights, but even then, it seemed as though his luck had run out. Cain had been injured badly and he himself hadn’t faired too well either, if the bite marks around his wrist were anything to go by. Now, as he drove the mud-splattered truck down the road, he became aware of a loud whining noise emitting from under the hood. Damn...
The weather was even against him. Thunder boomed as lightning flashed across the sky. The rain was coming down in torrents. The thunderstorm had been hovering in the background for hours now, and had finally decided to check in. Within minutes, it seemed, the road was slick with water.
Angel spared a glance at his dog. The English Mastiff was lying in the passenger seat, whining piteously every few minutes. The day old wounds had quit bleeding hours ago, but they looked bad. The canine couldn’t be taken to the vet either... they’d take one look at his filed teeth and obvious bite-wounds and call the police. Honestly, he should have put the dog down on the spot after the fight, but he couldn’t bring himself to. Even though he’d tried against it, he’d warmed up to the dog.
The whine in his truck grew louder as he inched down the road. The redhead punched the steering wheel in frustration. Why did this have to happen to him now! The truck was pretty much brand new, he was positive that there was nothing wrong with it... but apparently there was.
No one was foolish enough to be out in this storm, he knew. Angel jerked the wheel, causing the truck to swing into the parking lot of a small store. As the truck rolled to a stop, the engine died. The young man grabbed a large roll of bandages and shoved them inside his jeans pocket before exiting the truck.
He was immediately soaked, but paid it no mind as he jogged around the truck. After wrapping a brown blanket around Cain, Angel hoisted the heavy canine over his shoulder, pointedly ignoring the dogs whining and shivering, and made a beeline for the store. Locked. Angel wasn’t deterred. He banged his hand, palm flat, on the door until a woman appeared. After trading words with her, he was allowed inside.
“Coffee,” He muttered in a way that voiced no room for argument as he brushed past her, heading towards a table. Ignoring her protests, he laid the dog across the counter, still covered with the blanket. “Coffee, now!” He said again, thinking quickly, “Alcohol, peroxide, cotton swabs if you have it, bandages...” When the lady didn’t appear to want to cooperate, Angel slammed his fist down on the table, “NOW!” He roared, “My dog isn’t gonna die because of your incompetence!”
At last the lady listened, and she disappeared, muttering angrily about how her bookstore wasn’t a pet store or a vet’s office. Angel waited for her to get out of sight before sitting down. He rested his hand on Cain’s broad head for a moment before peeling his soaked jacket off, revealing an equally wet dark blue t-shirt and toned, lightly tanned skin. His left wrist was covered in a wet, bloody bandage halfway to his elbow, though it did nothing to hide the severity of the bite-wound.
Angel stared thoughtfully at his dog as he pulled the wet blanket off him. Cain’s wounds were reopened, and the animal was shivering. The young man gently unclipped the heavy chain from the dogs’ thick leather collar and let it drop to the ground with a clatter. “Gimme some blankets, too, lady!” He yelled towards the back, where he could hear the bookstore owner gathering supplies. Wordcount: 627
Tagged: Zadie Pierce
Weather: Flash flood...
Time of Day: 4-ish, pm
Muse: Great
Comments: Tada! [/size][/color] |
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Post by Zadie Pierce on Jul 13, 2009 12:14:47 GMT -6
Zadie was sat in her large, black Land Rover in a carpark in the middle of Guineaville. It was unusual for her to be out at this hour of night, but it was stormy and she needed some items from the late shop. She was out to buy a blanket, some food and some hot chocolate. You can't sit at home in a huge storm without being warm and cosy. Zadie enjoyed that feeling, that feeling of being comfortable, warm, when you know that outside it is cold and raining. She had successfully bought all of her items but couldn't resist cracking open the bar of chocolate she had just bought. She popped it into her mouth and shut her eyes, flopping back onto her comfy leather seat. It tasted damn good. Then as she went off into a daze, the harsh rain hitting down upon her windscreen, she heard someone banging on the door of the bookshop she was parked next to. Zadie opened her eyes and rubbed the steam off her window in order to see what was going on. There was a man, with long, ginger hair trying to get in the bookshop, carrying what looked like a large dog. Zadie watched as he gained entrance to the shop, and wondered whether she should go and offer help. He probably wouldn't need it seeing as he had got into the shop and there would be people in there, but she thought she would go and check anyway. Zadie grabbed her new white blanket and wrapped it round her head to stop herself from getting too wet and slammed the car door behind her, running into the shop.
She opened the door quietly, not wanting to distress the dog and looked over at the man. He was clearly panicking, but was still serious and stern. She walked over, looking at the dog and seeing he had quite bad injuries. She wasn't quite sure of how he may have got them, but she could ask that later, she didn't want to get in the way. Zadie stood back, away from the man and watched, seeing what he was doing. So much for going home and getting comfortable. All Zadie wanted to do was spend the night watching a chick flick, she didn't have anyone to watch it with as she was new around here, but that didn't matter. Then she heard him ask for blankets, and watched as the confused and slightly annoyed woman went into the back of the shop to look for one. Zadie grasped her new, white, soft blanket, not particularly wanting to give it away, but knew that it would be slightly cold of her not to. 'Here. Have this.' Zadie said as she walked over towards the man, his dog lain upon the shop counter, panting and shivering. He looked like he was in a bad way. She reluctantly handed over her nice, new blanket and leaned upon the counter, watching what was going on. She knew that she could always just buy another one though, so it didn't matter too much to her. Zadie wasn't sure as to whether her company was wanted, but after giving over her blanket she would not be impressed if she was asked to leave. Leaning over, she placed a frienly hand on the dog's lower back, giving him a light stroke just to comfort him and know that people were trying to help. Looking up at the tall man, she noticed that he also was injured, but Zadie realised that it was the least of his concerns right now. Zadie gave one of those smiles which you don't give when you are happy, but when something sad is happening, almost sympathetic. He didn't seem like the type that took sympathy though, he looked to stern and concerned for Zadie's liking.
Words.x 644
Muse.x Good!
Comments.x Poor Cain ):
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Post by angel on Jul 13, 2009 13:25:35 GMT -6
Angel snatched the disinfectant and cotton swabs away from the bookshop owner when she offered them. He looked at her pointedly, silently asking about his coffee. The lady flushed red and hastened away. The man glanced back down at his dog, wondering about how to go about cleaning the injuries. After a moment, he picked up a cotton swab and poured a bit of the peroxide on it. “Don’t you dare try to bite me.” Angel said to the dog while he dabbed the cotton around a particularly large gash on Cain’s leg. Cain jerked and whined, but didn’t attempt to struggle or bite.
“Can’t believe there’s not any blankets in this place...” Angel muttered under his breath as he moved on up to another large laceration that crossed over the dogs muzzle, coming very close to his eye. He glowered at the woman when she came back with his coffee. “Set it down on the other table, I don’t want blood to get in it.”
He set the now red cotton swab down and turned his back on the dog to take a drink of the hot liquid. Angel grimaced slightly; it was bitter, the way he liked it. He took another sip of the drink before setting it back down and turning back to his dog. Before he touched the animal again, though, he pulled a rubber band from one of his pockets and tied his hair back loosely, pulling a face as the band caught on his soaked hair.
Angel had ignored the only other person who’d entered the bookshop until she spoke. He glanced at her, surprise flashing through his eyes before nodding and taking the offered blanket. It was white... not that he minded, but surely she did. “You’re sure?” He questioned even as he took the blanket from her and folded it up, placing it on the side of the table. He still had to finish disinfecting and bandage Cain’s wounds.
Angel watched her warily as she stroked Cain’s back. The only reason Cain wasn’t growling or trying to bite was because he was in too much pain, he was too disoriented. “Careful...” He finally said, “He doesn’t like being touched by people he doesn’t know. If you want to help... rip those bandages into long strips.” The redhead said, then proceeded to ignore her and went back to taking care of the dogs wounds. “Cain?” Angel leaned over to look at the canines face. Cain’s eyes were glazed over, but he still blinked when his master snapped his fingers. “Well,” Angel said, stepping back and grabbing his cup of coffee. “That’ll make things easier. He’s in shock.”
He drained the rest of the cup quickly and set it back down gently, not bothering the owner anymore, even though he felt that he could do with another cup or two of the bitter drink. Angel placed a hand on Cain’s head, running his fingers over the dogs’ shredded ear. At least that old injury was healed. His hand moved to the canines’ muzzle and he lifted the animals’ lips, carefully looking over his white molars. Cain’s teeth were sharp, too sharp to be natural; the long canines were filed to a razor sharp point. [/size] Wordcount: 535
Muse: Good, a little slow, but good
Comments: Poor Cain is right... but it’s fun. [/color][/size] |
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Post by Zadie Pierce on Jul 13, 2009 14:29:28 GMT -6
Zadie nodded as the man asked her if she was sure about the blanket. She didn't mind, it wasn't as if she couldn't afford another one. She quietly took her hand away from the dog, who seemed to be called Cain as he said that he was unsure of strangers. Fair enough, Zadie didn't want to distress him any more than he already was. Doing as he asked, Zadie grabbed the bandages and pulled at them hard, ripping them into strips as he asked. She wasn't really fussed about being too neat, as long as they covered his wounds then that would suffice. Zadie looked at her cold, almost numb hands, it was freezing weather, and this wasn't how she was planning on spending her evening. But she was nice enough to help someone if they needed it, and she always liked meeting new people. Zadie needed some aqquaintances around these parts.
She finished ripping the bandages and layed them out flat upon the counter, next to the shocked and battered dog. Poor thing. She thought to herself as she looked upon it. Zadie was fond of big dogs, especially Mastiffs. She had a thing against little yappy dogs which you can stick in your handbag. Might aswell buy a rat.
Zadie stepped back, moving out of the way so the man could tend to his dog, she figured that if he needed her to do anything then he would ask. She didn't want to become a nuisance. She decided she could use a glass of water. Going round the back of the main counter, Zadie entered the back of the shop and walked through what appeared to be a storeroom into a small, quaint little kitchen. The woman who owned the shop, or perhaps just worked there was looking quite shocked, and still had an element of confusion in her expression. Zadie nodded in acknowledgement of the woman and smiled slightly, walking past her and helping herself to the cupboards, looking for a glass. She searched through all of them, but all she could find was a large, blue, plastic cup. It would do. She took it over to the sink and rinsed it out a couple of times before filling it right to the brim with cold water. She glanced at the woman again before leaving the room and going back into the main shop area, sipping at her water in order not to spill it. She approached the table which was behind the big, ginger man and put her cup down gently. She boosted herself up and sat on the table, legs dangling off the side. 'How did he manage that?' She said, seeing that the man was now working at a much more relaxed pace and would be more able to talk. She wasn't meaning to be nosey, just curious for the dog's wellbeing.
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Muse.x Still pretty good!
Comments.x None (:
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Post by angel on Jul 13, 2009 15:09:45 GMT -6
Angel carefully pushed Cain to the edge of the table and spread the blanket over it. He worked slowly and meticulously to inch Cain back up onto the blanket so as to not cause any of the dogs wounds to start bleeding again. The dog was still shivering, but not near as badly as before, but still... Angel wanted to get him off the cold tabletop.
The drenched man picked up a long strip of bandage and straightened it out before lifting Cain’s leg to wrap the white cloth tightly around the long laceration. Around and around the bandage was looped before it was tied off tightly. Angel dropped Cain’s leg back onto the blanket and began working on the other bite marks that could be bandaged; two cuts on one of his hind legs and the injury to his muzzle. The muzzle injury was the hardest to bandage, but Angel finally got the cloth to tie around so that it wouldn’t hamper Cain’s breathing and jaw movements. “Fighting.” He answered her question without thinking about it.
Angel heard the girl walk towards the back then return and twisted around halfway so he could see where she decided to sit. He rested a hand on Cain’s broad head again and carefully lifted his lips for the second time, only this time, instead of looking over his teeth, Angel was focused on his gums. “He needs water.” Angel straightened up and walked to the back without another word.
His sudden presence seemed to startle the woman, as she jumped when he approached her. A few minutes later he was given a pan of cold water and a cloth, as he’d requested. With a nod and a small smile, Angel left the woman and made his way back around the shelves and tables to where he’d left Cain.
“I guess I should introduce myself, shouldn’t I?” He questioned as he kneeled down in front of the dogs head, though his pale green gaze was focused on the girls face. “Angelus Buchanan... call me Angel, though.”
While he waited for her reply, Angel soaked the cloth in the water and pried Cain’s mouth open again, dripping the water out of the cloth and into the dogs mouth, he lifted Cain’s head and massaged his neck to convince him to swallow, his own injury forgotten for the time being. [/size] Wordcount: 390
Muse: Good
Comments: N/A [/size][/color] |
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Post by Zadie Pierce on Jul 14, 2009 1:26:34 GMT -6
Zadie leaned back on the table and watched as the dog stopped panting so heavily and just lay there, not moving an inch. It was terribly sad to see an animal in such a state. She noticed the man use her blanket to put underneath the dog so he would be a bit warmer without resting on the cold, stone counter. She sat there patiently, waiting to see if he needed anything doing, and waiting to see whether she would get an answer. Fighting he said. Zadie screwed up her face. She didn't agree with dog fighting at all. She thought it was sad how the dogs trusted their owners so much and were then just put in a ring to fight each other until one suffers critical injuries, or dies. It was just gross entertainment, and Zadie had always thought it should be banned. 'mmmm.' said Zadie. She wasn't going to argue with the man, because what's done is done, but she just hoped the poor thing wouldn't be used to fight anymore. Zadie would rather take the dog off his hands than see him like this again.
Zadie was just about to offer him her large cup of water, when the man ventured into the back of the shop to find some himself. She set her eyes upon the dog and frowned, it was indeed a sad sight, especially knowing what caused it. She could now tell that he had old injuries from fighting, such as his shredded ear. That dog had been used for fighting before. How could a person do that? Watch a dog, their dog, fight before their very eyes, and then watch it suffer as it tries to deal with the pain from the injuries it gains. It's just wrong. Then the man came back in, Zadie looked up at him, slightly annoyed but knowing she would have to help anyway. She frowned again and brought her feet up to rest on the chair which sat under the table. He turned around and made eye contact with her, one of the first times she had noticed that yet. She stared into his pale green eyes as he spoke, they were an unusual colour, but then again, so was his hair. Angelus Buchanan. She would remember that name, after all, the face wasn't hard to rememer either. 'The name's Zadie Pierce.' she said, a slight amount of annoyance showing through her tones. He could probably tell that she didn't agree with what he was doing, but she wasn't going anywhere, she didn't want that dog to die because of what he had done. She got up and went over slowly, kneeling down by this Angel man to get a good look at what he was doing. Smiling sympathetically again, Zadie gave a soft look towards his dog, wondering how he would fare.
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Comments.x It was only 1 word less than last time! |
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Post by angel on Jul 14, 2009 9:20:48 GMT -6
Angel’s eyes widened slightly upon hearing her name and he glanced at her for a moment, studying her face. “I knew a Pierce, once...” He muttered so lowly that it was hard to hear. “He could be dead now, though... for all I know.” It bothered him to think that his ‘brother’ might possibly be dead. Angel forced the thought aside. He ran a hand over Cain’s neck and tapped the dogs nose, then tugged two chairs forwards, offering one to Zadie and taking the other for himself. He sat down heavily, watching his dog. Angel had been positive that Cain could have beaten the canine he’d been pitted against... but he hadn’t. Instead, his dog had taken the worst beating he’d had since Angel became his master.
The redhead reached over the motionless dog to grab the bottle of peroxide. He set it in his lap and jerked the dirty bandages off his arm, revealing his own injury. Cain was stable; Angel could tend to his own wounds now. The bite marks on his arm should have been stitched up, but it was too late now. His flesh was ripped, not just bitten, but ripped apart, down to the bone in a few places; Angel was aware that the muscle in his wrist was severely messed up as well. He was surprised that he was able to move it as much as he could... He’d be surprised if it healed correctly.
“I take it you don’t approve. Cain will be fine, y’know... he’s a tough animal.” He commented, gesturing towards Cain slightly before grabbing the bottle of peroxide and holding his injured arm out. The disinfectant bubbled as it hit and seeped into the wound. Angel clenched his fist as the burn became almost unbearable. He muttered curses under his breath in rapid succession, dropping the now empty peroxide bottle to the floor.
Angel tilted his head to gaze around Zadie, looking out the window at the front of the shop. He couldn’t see much of anything through the glass due to the rain, though it appeared as though the lightning had slacked off a bit. The flashes were coming in fewer and farther in-between. Wordcount: 339
Muse: Good
Notes: N/A [/size][/color] |
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Post by Zadie Pierce on Jul 14, 2009 12:12:36 GMT -6
Zadie tilted her head to the side as Angel said he once knew a Pierce. She had no idea of who it could be though, and thought through all of the family she knew, which wasn't alot. 'Well I don't have any siblings. And I doubt it would be my father. Maybe a distant relative or something.' she said, pausing and running her tounge along her teeth. 'But then again, could not be a relation at all.' Just because someone had the same surname as a person it does not mean they are related, which was probably the case with Zadie. She gritted her teeth and watched as Angel unwrapped the bandage around his own arm, showing his awful wound which looked dreadfully painful. It was still bleeding quite a deal, and Zadie was impressed by how tough the man was. If that was her she would be passed out on the floor already. When he finished with the peroxide bottle Zadie picked up some of the leftover strips of bandage. 'Here.' she said, reaching out towards his arm with the bandages and wrapping them round tightly to try and stop the bleeding. She knew it would be painful for him, so decided to go to her car and get some of the painkillers she had. 'Hang on.' she said, jogging out of the shop and through the rain back to her big, black Land Rover and grabbed her handbag before locking the doors and running back to the shop. She came back through the door and placed her bag down on the table, searching for the packet. She got given these painkillers last time she went to the hospital. She fell of her horse and injured her back, and they worked like a dream. Zadie no longer had to take them but she kept them just incase of emergencies. Finding the packet she took hold of her cup of water she left on the table and offered them to him. He didn't have to take them of course, it might be a bit wierd taking unknown tablets from a stranger, but Zadie was only trying to help. She put them down infront of him, incase he wanted to use them.
Sitting there, Zadie still ignored the fact that he said 'I take it you don't approve.' She wasn't going to argue with the man, and she wasn't going to say anything. It was obvious that he would probably still continue fighting, and even though it was a shame, it was his dog. Perhaps if she came across him or heard of it again then she would speak to him about it. Zadie brushed back her hair with her fingers, but was wearing a ring which got caught in her hair as she ran her hands through it. This happened often. She tried to untangle it whilst watching the dog lay there, trying not to make it obvious that she had her hair truly tangled around the ring whilst trying to pull it out, both hands picking at the back of her head. It was no use. 'Ermm, Angel?' She said. She didn't want to bother him, seeing as he was clearly in a lot more trouble than her, but it wasn't coming out and she knew that she was probably just making it worse. 'Do you reckon you can help me?' She dropped her free hand down into her lap, and kept her tangled hand by the back of her head as loosely as possible, trying not to pull her hair because it hurt. She turned the back of her head to him, showing him the mess she had got into. Hopefully he would help her out.
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