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 Posted: Wed Sep 03, 2008 3:19 pm
 The Australian Shepherd's odd pink eyes watched Leslie's every move, as she gathered her apron and her purse and her work tote. The look on Locksmith's face was contemplative, though his human, Leslie, mistook it for sadness. "Aw, Lock." Leslie cooed, crouching down to ruffle his fur. "I'll be home tonight, boy. I promise, it won't be this bad when the restaurant starts up."
Leslie planted a kiss on Locksmith's nose, and then his young human was gone. Locksmith wandered through the house, killing time until his ears picked up the screech of Leslie's car pulling out of the driveway. Off to the restaurant she was opening. His ears perked up until the sound had died away, and then Locksmith trotted downstairs and out into the back yard.
The backyard was large, with a patio attached to the house and a large tree, where his dog house sat beneath it. Like the house and the yard, the dog house was large. He could easily fit inside it with another small dog. The dog house was not where he was going, though. He trotted past it, strolling along casually, to where the fence sat perfectly.
Or not so, if one looked close enough. Two boards were pushed aside, and Locksmith pulled himself through it with a little bit of struggle. He was free to roam the streets, so long as he was home before Leslie. Leslie had been pulling late nights, he was sure he'd be home far before his human. Smiling to himself, Locksmith took off, running further into the city of Waya.
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Posted: Wed Sep 03, 2008 3:57 pm
 Amethyst lay at the top of the stairs, her vivid green eyes trained on the clock on the wall to her right. A slender point ticked its way around the circle, faster than the other two that seemed to be still. She didn't know what time it was, but she knew enough to have memorized exactly where the hands would be when she heard... "Be home later, sweetie!" Amie's owner flew towards the door in a cyclone of loose papers. She worked in an accounting office, whatever that was. And she always left at the same time in a hurried frenzy. Little more than a over the shoulder good bye as she left the apartment complex Amie called home.
A small pang of sadness ached for a moment, before it was forgotten. She was used to it. And besides, now she had the rest of the day to herself! And who knew what trouble she could get into! Not in the house, of course. Emilie had enough on her hands without dealing with her dog's troublesome messes. So outside it was. She pushed the back door open with her nose and went around the side of the building to the alley way gate. Numerous boxes that had never really been moved upstairs rested here forgotten. A perfect stairway to the outside world. Scampering up, she leapt gracefully over the last box and hit the pavement running. A few humans moved out of her way, but generally, Amie had to swerve to avoid them. Not that it mattered. It was a game.
The violet and white Cocker Spaniel rested a few blocks away, wisping streams of fog blown out with each outward breath. The climate would have been uncomfortably cold for a human, but for her, it was just right. She loved the city sights as well. The sounds and ever changing smells. She knew her way around by now as well. She never wanted to repeat her first trip outside, when she had gotten hopelessly lost. Amie never wanted to dissapoint Emilie like that again! Giggling softly to herself, she took off running again, dodging this way and that to avoid being touched. She was just casting a glance back when she ran into a purple wall of fur. "Oof!" She giggled softly to herself, lying on her back with a grin on her face. Not what had she hit?
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Posted: Wed Sep 03, 2008 4:12 pm
Locksmith had slowed from his sprint into a casual stroll, walking at the same pace as most of the humans he wove past. A few stopped to say hello to Locksmith, knowing full and well just who's dog he was. He paused briefly to poke his head into the front door of Pauly's Pizzeria, where his Leslie had recently been working before her graduation. Whatever that was. Perhaps Graduation was why she was working so late all the time... He caught a scrap of crust in his mouth that was tossed his way by Pauly, and proceeded on his way, stopping a few times to chew on the crust before beginning his stride anew.
The wall of purple fur had no sooner paused to finish off his scrap, when a ball of violent and white ran head-on into him. Locksmith jumped, an indignant yelp escaping, and he spun around with wide pink eyes to see just what had bumped into him. For a moment, Locksmith thought that the violet and white thing was a furry ball of some sort, probably belonging to some kid. It took the Aussie a minute to realize that it was another dog, albeit smaller then he. Smiling carefully, Locksmith swallowed the last of his crust, and ducked his head down, eying the Cocker Spaniel in obvious amusement. "Are you okay?" It didn't grace his mind that this was probably a stray dog. For now, he was simply amused by her grin. She seemed awfully happy to have fun into something...
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Posted: Wed Sep 03, 2008 4:26 pm
From her back, looking up, Amethyst could see that what she had thought was a wall was actually a dog. A big dog. Even as waft of fear prickled her spine, she grinned, a weak attempt to smother her laughter. She rolled onto her feet, picking up each purple felcked paw to inspect. Her stub of a tail wagged triumphantly as she assessed that everything was still in working order. "You make for a soft landing." She grinned, another snort of laughter breaking through her calm mask. "I'm fine. Wanna see?" She ran in a small circle around him, demonstrating. After a few rotations, she sat down where she had been before.
"See?! Told you!" Another wag of her tail against the pavement as she peered up at the other dog. Purple! Just like her! All dogs she had seen around her neighborhood were varying shades of normal brown to a wide variety of vibrant hues. But never purple! A wide shocked smile passed over Amie's face as she sat. She stepped closer, brushing her fur against his. "Look! We match!" The ever present grin only seemed to widen as she paused. "Where are you from?" She asked eagerly. He denfintely wasn't from around her neighborhood. Unless, she just had never seen him before.
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Posted: Wed Sep 03, 2008 4:35 pm
Locksmith stepped back when the strange animal rose, blinking curiously. "... Thank you?" He chuckled a little, a deep rumbling sound that was almost growl-like. He straightened up after Amethyst rose, sitting down. It was apparent that, if only for the moment, this young dog -- she couldn't possibly be older, judging by the way she acted! -- was keeping his attention. Pink eyes grew wide when she demonstrated just how 'fine' she was, and he laughed again outright. "I see, I see." Locksmith was reminded of the pups he'd seen in the Shelter, before being taken home. It warmed his heart a little, he missed having more then Leslie for his attention.
When Amethyst noticed that they were the same color, albeit a different hue, Locksmith blinked. "Are we?" He glanced down at himself curiously, and then snorted. "I suppose so. I'm a touch darker, though..." He grinned in response to her own grin. It was infectuous. He glanced past her, though he did hear her question. "I live in a big house nearby, with my human." He said casually, stretching so that his hind leg could scratch at an itch behind his ear. "She left, though..." He grumbled. Whatever the 'restaurant' was that she kept mentioning, it was eating up all of her time with him. When she'd worked at the place with the pizzas, she hadn't worked nearly as much! "Where are you from?" He asked, eyes sparkling with amusement. She was a happy dog. He wondered if perhaps she wasn't a stray. He'd yet to meet a stray as infectuously bubbly as this female.
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Posted: Wed Sep 03, 2008 5:40 pm
Amethyst giggled softly to herself at the big dog's calm demeanor. She liked his laugh as well. Deep and warm. Genuine even. And then she laughed again as he inspected his own pelt. "Of course we are, silly!" In her mind, specifics didn't always matter. Purple was purple. Even if his faded to black, and her's white. A slight frown creased her brow as she thought about it. "It's still purple though, isn't it?" With a slight shrug, she shook off the confusing thought, the frown replaced once more by her happy smile when he continued to speak. "A big house?" She squealed. "With, like, a yard?" Her tone became more incredulous. For a dog that lived practically in the heart of crowded Waya, anything above an apartment was considered a vast luxury. Not to meantion a yard. With running space!
The awed shock on her face was overtaken by a suddenly serious, pondering expression. "I live down thataway in an apartment with my Emilie. She isn't around much though..." Amie looked down, keanding her paws. Whereas it was not the first time for the smile to leave her face, it was the first time that it left her eyes. Her voice was softer now. Worried. "Not as much as she used to. Emilie used to take me down to the park sometimes to play with other dogs. I could run around and not get in any trouble for being loud. She used to play with me too. It's been such a long time." Amie shook her head, her long ears hitting her soundly on the cheek as her head turned. The slightly puzzled frown was still present when she returned her green gaze up to the bigger dog. "I'm Amethyst. Amie for short." She pronounced it "Ah-mee. "You?"
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Posted: Fri Sep 12, 2008 6:35 pm
"I guess we are, then." Locksmith said, bobbing his head in agreement. Purple was purple, no matter the exact color. "It's still purple." He smiled, and seemed thrown by the frown, even though it passed just as quickly as it had come. "Yes." He blinked his pink eyes at her. For a dog who had a yard, it didn't seem like such a big deal. He'd always had a yard, even before Leslie had taken him in. His previous owners had a small front yard, and a big back yard, too. "It's really big, even though it is only two of us. Me and my Human, Leslie." He explained with a small smile, watching her. "Why?"
His question was answered soon after. An apartment? He wondered what living in an apartment would be like. He'd seen apartments, of course, because Leslie took him everywhere, and they'd visit her old friend Dominic in his apartment sometimes. Locksmith wasn't sure he'd be able to handle such a small space, with no way to sneak out. He frowned when she looked down, and reached out, pawing at her paws to stop her from kneading them like she'd been doing. "Sometimes humans get swept up in silly things." He said gently, offering a bright smile. "My Leslie is always working now." He snorted. "Something about a restaurant. She cooks." To Locksmith, that was a big deal. Leslie had taken a course in preparing food for animals, and he didn't have to eat that horrible dry food anymore. At the mention of a park, he frowned even more, thinking. "We could go to the park if you want to?" He grinned. Anything to get that smile back on her face. It didn't suit her, looking upset. Perhaps it was because when Locksmith met her, she'd smiled practically non-stop. "Or you can come see the yard. It's not that far." He glanced back the way he came, curiously.
"I'm Locksmith. But my Leslie calls me Lock." He said with a small snort. "She likes calling me Lock." He didn't understand his human's penchance for nicknames.
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Posted: Fri Sep 12, 2008 8:22 pm
Amethyst glanced up when he put his massive paws over hers, and she stopped fidgeting. Her tongue lolled out of her mouth lopsidedly as she turned her head to one side. "I guess. Silly humans." She giggled softly. Then her eyes widened a bit. "She cooks? All Emilie does is write a bunch of squiggly lines on a piece of paper using a thing yellow stick." Amie would never understand why she got so worked up over the papers. It's not like they were special treats or anything. Dog treats were good. The last ones Emilie got tasted horrid, but the ones before then were good.... Amie snapped back to attention. She got side tracked easily, her mind going a mile a minute but rarely multi-tasking on anything.
When she tilted her head back up bit to Lock's face, she saw the grin and offered a small smile of her own in return. "They both sound like fun!" Amie agreed, but her eyes widened again and she whacked at his massive leg with her paw. "Decisions, decisions! That really isn't fair, you know!" She grinned full-tilt again, jumping to her feet. She goose-stepped in a circle before rocking back lightly on her paws. "How about your yard? If thats ok. I don't think I've ever seen an actual house before. With a yard!" She squealed at the end. The idea seemed so out of place to her, however standard it may have been for him. "Why don't you lead the way?" Amie shook her head rapidly, getting smacked soundly again by her hanging ears. When she spoke again, her voice was joking, and serious. But mostly joking. "Cause I don't know where I'm going. And even if I did, I'd get lost." She dipped her head in mock shame.
Getting lost wasn't rare for her. She'd done it before easily. And someday soon, she knew she would do it again. She managed to apy attention again in time to hear his name. She liked it. Lock. It seemed to suit him somehow. "Feather brained Amie-may." She laughed in return. That what Emilie always called her when she did somehting silly. Like sliding down the stairs backwards just cause she accidently missed the last step. Amie scrunched up her nose at the funny memory. Emilie hadn't stopped laughing for a full ten minutes.
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Posted: Sun Sep 21, 2008 11:31 am
He nodded to her question, tongue lolling out of his mouth thanks to another wide grin that had his mouth hanging open. "She cooks a lot." He said, smiling. He frowned when she described what her human did. What kind of silly job could that be? At least Leslie's had some purpose, something other then getting that money thing to buy his food and pay for their bills. He'd often heard Leslie going on to a friend of hers that the new job meant she had extra money now after paying for everything. They were lucky now that she was out of school. He returned his attention to her after that train of thought had come to its conclusion, his eyes seeming clearer and more aware.
He laughed a little, watching her bouncing around. She really did remind him of a puppy, the way she acted. It was adorably charming, Lock decided. He'd not run into a dog like her since his days in the pound. Even then, most dogs weren't exactly happy to bet here. "It's okay." He promised, smiling. "And I'll lead. We won't get lost." He promised again, rising and starting to tread back the way he'd come. "We might be stopped once or twice, though." He warned, glancing back at her. Especially if Pauly saw him walking back with Amethyst. "But don't be afraid." He snorted, a little sheepish. "They'll be friendly."
"I don't think you're Feather brained." He smirked a little. "A little hyper, but not feather brained." Of course, Locksmith had only known the young dog for a short amount of time. And she wasn't the only dog who'd ever done something silly, at least as far as he'd know.
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