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"I have no idea, but it's such a beautiful night out tonight, don't ya think?" She smiled widely. She started to fiddle with her fingers then looked down to see paint all over her arms. She quickly placed them behind her back hoping that Jamison hadn't already noticed. Zeyla walked over to a spot where there wasn't that many people and sat cross legged on the ground. "It's kind of weird, all of this talk about 'worm people' and they finally find one. It's actually pretty hard to believe."

Puffin fidgeted a little but otherwise accomadated Aaron as the leash became secure. Feeling a little put out by the treatment her master gave her, she was content that a walk was just what she needed to put it all behind her. Come to think of it, neither one of her masters had much respect for her. Short though she was, and harsh and shrill her bark: she had no control over that. Nonetheless she held her head proudly as they exited onto the street outside her house. Aaron typically took her a block or so away to Oddle Park but today it didn't matter to her where she went.

Aaron set upon his face a smile, the poodle had allowed herself to be leashed, which made him definitely feel at ease. Now the easy part of the job came, walking around the park and just greeting people here and there as he let the dog promote himself. He never let people in on the fact that he was a dog walker, to everyone else it would seem like he was a prominently successful man who owned a purebred poodle. Something not very common among these parts anymore, which let him feel a bit more honorable as he strode his way into the park.

Whenever someone came by him, mainly girls who wanted to greet the dog, he would either give them a smile and try to chat with them for a bit, talking about how he runs this really great business and that he was just out walking his dog. It was quite easily to lie to them, and try to score some of their phone numbers, but it did not go according to plan. Apparently a poodle was not a manly man's dog, and so most of the girls who actually cared to chat with him thought he was a little he played 'tennis' with the other team. After a few comments and rejections, he brimmed them all a smile and walked off with puffin.

As usual there were businessmen in the park, walking around trading stories about their cooperation, to Aaron this meant it was his time to shine. He, fluffed up his shirt collar, tightened his tie, and made sure his hair was evened out. With dog leash in one hand, and a business card in the other hand, which unbeknown to him still stated the date he first made them 10 years ago, he approached them. Just before eh arrived, he could already hear them talking about worm people... He could not really hear them too well, and perhaps misunderstood them. If they were talking about something as weird as that he would definitely tag an ears way length away from them listening in. If he misunderstood he would merely approach them with a smile as he always did, and try to get them to accept his card, and perhaps maybe clinch himself onto a better job. It had not happen for 10 years, but one day it might, one day.

Main Street. If there ever was a great place to put a homey coffee shop, it was here. Thousands traveled this street daily and signs hung at every free space advertising different ventures. It was mid-afternoon and crowds were common at this time but not crowds gathered around in a massive circle. This is the sight that greeted Ember once she exited the shop, People surrounding a makeshift pedestal in the middle where an old man stood by a manhole cover addressing the people with a Megaphone. Spilling out into the roadways, traffic had been barricaded reluctantly by the Police who despite themselves became entranced in this strange phenomenon. An exiting buzz came as the crowd murmured and swayed. Lucky ones gathered inside buildings nearby in which they worked and camped in front of open windows with binoculars. It would be difficult for Ember to ignore this spectacle.

Aaron's ears were not dull. A man with broad shoulders was listening intently as another, shorter man was babbling on about a ruffian who had spotted one of the alleged 'worm-people'. The two were incredulous that enough attention had been drummed up and that that very afternoon, a gathering was being planned on Main Street.

Puffin was pulled from her thoughts as she was beginning to stray from their typical path. Aaron was leading her as though following the two people. A little ruffled, she changed her course willingly. An intriguing scent caught her nose and she lowered her head. As though drawn with a bright brush on a dark canvass, the scent curved and flowed all the way outside the park and into the alleyway. It was such a strange scent, she thought. It smelled so...alien. Walks throughout the city had acquainted her nose to most smells but this was different. Caught up in the mystery, she suddenly burst forward following the scent. Her leash flew out of Aaron's unprepared hands and she dashed underneath a bench where two attractive girls sat talking. Dodging a jogging couple, she pursued the smell. Squeezing through the wide rimmed gate that separated the park from the sidewalk of the nearby street she stopped and turned around. She barked shrilly, as most Poodles do, drawing the attention of others around her. She would bark for a while and see if Aaron would follow, otherwise she would abandon him and search for the source herself.

Like all good dog walkers, they would chase after the escaped mutt no matter what, and Aaron was no different. It was a good thing the man had great endurance from walking and jogging every day or he would probably have had a hard time trying to keep up with the dog, but surely enough he would attempt to capture the loose dog.

Although the conversation had greatly intrigued him, he could no longer stay, his feet unleashed on the ground just as the dog unleashed from his hands, and he took straight off in the direction Puffin ran. His legs were blurs as he darted across grass and gravel till he came to two very attractive girls. If he had noticed them earlier, he would of surely walked by them with Puffin and hit on them, actually he was almost doing that now. His feet came close to almost hitting and clobbering one of the ladies as he put his foot flat on the empty side of the bench and lofted himself over it, perhaps his daring rescue might pay some respect to the ladies later, but he had no time to think, more obstacles!

It seemed the dog had caused a jogging couple to give a few looks at where the dog had run, and were not paying to great attention to what was before them. Thus Aaron had to sway his body to the side in order to get out of the way. He was probably lucky this time due to the adrenaline factor, had he ran into them though, he would merely say sorry, and continue down his path regardless.

"That's great!" Aaron shouted as he came to the final hurdle of the trek, a wide rimmed gate that stretched from side to side. There was no luck of him trying to squeeze through it like the dog, so he had to do the only thing he could think of doing, going over.

With already a great running start, he lurched himself as high as he could. If he could not clear the fence, he would place his foot first onto the bar, his two hands on top, and try to propel himself over with the momentum. Of course doing it that way, he was not guaranteed a proper landing, so he hoped with every ounce of his body that he was light enough and fast enough to clear the landing.

Either way, once over, and however long it would take him to recover depending on if he took a spill or not, he would look to where the dog had ran off.