Start the raid (city)

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ooc: This isn't any partiqular city, but you can make it one if you want.



Upcity was just as bustling and rustling as ever, the people preppin' up their pretty, hard working animals for long trips or just for the sake of eyecandy. Some of those dogs were less like dogs and more like sacs of potatos- pretty sacs of potatos but nothing but spuds nontheless. They sat around for no real purpose unless someone wanted to take a little bit out of the bag- all of the animal in them had been driven away with spray bottles and dog treats. They were living the good life, if thats what everyone wanted to call it, Nov wouldn't be surprised- high and fancy with plentiful food and warmth at night. They were the favorites of socity; yes the socity existed. Only complete retards believed otherwise. Like the retards in the upper class, like their stupid children who don't know any better. The humans had a better idea of what it was like on the other side of the city- the other extreme on the classy scale, because they overveiwed almost everything. They knew the hoards of skinny, unwanted, scrapping muts that portrolled the outskirts and darker turns around the apartment complexes, grouping in gangs where trust and position was kick around like a hacky sac. The mutts, the outcasts, the damn street rats- thats' what they were, lived in a world their own. It was called real.

The kid himself was a mutt himself, and an obvious one at that. His ears had been sloppily cropped, shredded at the tips but still enough left to flop half. His color was similar to that of a dobermen, though he didn't have the build, or a rottweiler, though he didn't have the fur length- he looked a mix between the sterotypical 'street' dogs, which was only worsened by the steel colored eyes. Regaurdless, he would have looked nicer if he was one of those pampered studs- which he wasn't. Oh, Novocaine was a stud alright, but not quite in the same manner of speaking. The stud was, infact, looking for a way out at the moment. Metaphoricly speaking. A way out of his own boredom- out of his own deliema. He was hungry, as usual. He was hungry and some other dogs were too fat to eat all they had, so Nov figured he'd be a self-supplying Robin Hood for the day, and made his way towards the 'estemed' establishments of the rich, clean bastards with a pricky grin slapped across his face.

The park was the best place for that because bleeding hearts and sappless pussies hung around there. He was always hoping for a big haul here, like hitting the jackpot on a slot machine, but any scrap would do. He'd snitch a hotdog from a baby and it wouldn't make a difference to him. His walk was cocky and his posture was bad, but his cheeky expression was to die for. A stud alright.

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Des herself was not unfamiliar with the city and its large array of inhabitants. She watched the rich and pampered and the less fortunate wandering through the park on a daily basis, and at times she had a hard time believing the two were of the same species. The rich, spoiled purebreds clung to the humans that they depended on like glue, particularly when she flashed her sharp white teeth at them. Of course, Des was not stupid nor was she aggressive. She practically lived in the park and if she started picking fights with the spoiled prissies, she would be a fool to show her face around there.

On the flipside, there were the starving mutts that found their way to the park when they became hungry. They had a tendency of being independent, aggressive, and more than willing to pick a fight over something incredibly trivial. And although she preferred them to the sissies that allowed themselves to be pulled around on leashes by lavish humans, she tended to avoid the harsh mutts as well.

But where did she fall in this scheme of stereotypes? Most definitely closer to the side of the mutts who had no homes or humans to spoil them, but she wasn't altogether estranged from humans. She was something like the park stray--Those who went to the park frequently knew her (as she knew them) and oftentimes they would bring her little bits and scraps of things. However, there were also those that frequented the park that enjoyed to taunt and tease her, particularly those of teenage years. However, she had learned by now how to avoid and ignore these irritating visitors. It was a large park, something equivalent to Central Park in New York, or Griffith Park in Los Angeles. There were many places she could go where humans couldn't reach, and she found her peace there.

On this particular day, she hadn't been able to find any humans that she really considered friendly, and she was growing painfully aware of how long it had been since she had last eaten. And although she didn't particularly enjoy intervening in human affairs, she knew that the parties and gatherings that were going on right now would be a jackpot for food, especially if she could catch them at a moment when they weren't paying attention to the barbecue.

And so Des began searching for such a party to crash, quite unaware that there was another in the vicinity that was just as hungry, if not more hungry than she was.

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ooc: Sweet, and thank gooodddddd! I'll post here in a little bit.

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ooc. yayy ^___^

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Novocaine's perceptions on human beings never failed him (or, rather, never failed him in a fashion in which he felt was reasonable enough to present publicly), so he had a fairly big ego when he came waltzing into that park. Across the street, he could see the wooden benches and the green grass (of course, those who cared so much about appearance couldn't bare to let looks slip, even if it concerned the color of a yard), and the association between 'nice looking area' and 'nice looking food' lit a light bulb above his head. Cha-ching, dinner ahoy!

Like most city animals, he knew how roads worked- how weird box of light just across the way decided safety or not- however, this street was so congested with traffic that he didn't bother, and simply slipped through the gaps between cars. He went unseen for the most part, and those who did look didn't care, so Novocaine wasn't especially worried. Not to mention, he was in an area of the city that wasn't known for violence. What was he scared of? Exactly. Nada. The only thing on his mind was an empty belly which he hoped to fill.

The park was always a treasure trove of treats, even if it didn't involve stealing food, and Nov always stole. Begging was a common drop bottom behavior of people of his social status, but not without wounding their egos and primal pride, so the mutt avoided it when he could. It was easier to steal anyway, not like these fat, pink blobs would miss the morsels themselves, for they seemed to have an endless supply of lunch. When his nose happened upon the scent of a barbecue, that watering mouth of his wouldn't have it any other way. Well, some of these people needed to loose weight anyway- it was time to lessen their portions.

Like most strays, he was extremely possessive of food, and though he wasn't one to literally kill for a scrap of meat (though he knew people who would and had been on both sides of these fights), he didn't like sharing in the least. It wasn't beyond him to bite like hell and put the commentator in dire need of veterinary help, and it wasn't beyond others of doing the same to him. It was better to try and scare off the other person before it happened. Luckily for either him or the bitch, Nov didn't notice her (against his better instincts) since he didn't check to see if anyone else was trying for this haul, and was currently creeping up on the grill.

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As Des trotted towards the picnicking area, she noted that the humans that were using it for the day were distracted for the time being with some foolish party game. Humans got enjoyment out of the stupidest things sometimes. But Des found this rather admirable in some aspects. Being so easily amused meant happiness was within reach for them, unlike some cynics she had met who seemed determined to be dissatisfied with everything. Des found herself somewhere in between these two extremes. She was aware of the discontent in the world, but chose appreciate the things she had instead of complaining about what she didn't have.

Preoccupied with these thoughts, Des soon stopped herself about fifty yards from the grill. She crouched down slightly and attempted to make herself inconspicuous as she quickly darted for the barbecue as quickly as she could without making much noise. Not that the humans would notice. Their hearing was terrible in comparison to hers, and they were far too taken with the game they were playing to be paying attention to her or the grill. However, when she came within a few feet of the grill, she nearly yelped in surprise as she saw the black male about the same distance from the grill as she on the opposite side.

She was unsure of how to approach him. He was slightly shorter than her, but somewhere around the same age, she would guess. However, as far as appearances were concerned, they contrasted greatly. Her messy white coat complemented with the bluegray markings of a husky were quite different from his black coat, offset with brown markings. However, there were more pertinent things at hand. She quickly returned her eyes to the grill and leaped up, landing her front paws on the barbecue and casting her multicolored eyes (one blue and one brown) on her possibilities for lunch.

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Hunger often controled the minds of the strays, and while Novocaine was hardly in the worse state of his life, it was always difficult to tell when another chance to eat would roll on by. All things concidering, this was a pretty easy gig. An unoccupied grill stood infront of him, holding burgers, chicken and hotdogs (most raw or half done); a rediculous game grabbed the attention of the grill's owners and Nov could sight no family pets in the imidate area. So, it was only logical to assume how easy this was gunna be. The dog kept creeping forwards, watching the people for a few seconds- they were seconds too long, apparently, for when he looked back there was someone stealing his dinner.

Novocaine had the same typical education everyone on the streets learned, and it was a simple mold they all fell into- react before reaction; move faster then the other person, and more specificly: "Do onto others before they do onto you". He did not intend to let this chick run off with HIS food that he wanted to use to fill HIS belly and satisfy HIS hunger,and fuck sharing. He wanted that food and goddamn, he was going to get it.

His lip curled in frustration and annoyance, then spat out a growling cursh before dashing forwards. He lept up, onto the small wooden holder that contained some food and grabbed what he could- before he felt the balence of the grill shift. His ears went back and he jumped down just intime to avoid being crushed. Needless to say though, they were no longer unnoticed.

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Des felt a low growl surface in her throat as the other canine not only managed to steal a good portion of the meat on the grill, but to knock it over, drawing attention to them. "You idiot," she snapped lowly at him, lip curling up over her teeth.

Grabbing what she could before being descended upon by the humans that had turned around in surprise and that were now approaching angrily. Downing a couple hotdogs and grabbing up whatever she could fit in her mouth, she dashed away from the area, trying to head in the direction the black dog had come from. She wasn't prone to anger, and she certainly wasn't that angry, but she was definitely aware of the hostile way he had acted towards her and that in itself was enough for her to want to settle things with him.

Halting behind a tree, Des dropped the meat she had collected and bit down hard on a chicken leg, being sure to crush the bone into small bits before swallowing--She was well aware of the hole shattered, large bones would poke through her stomach or intestines if she wasn't careful. In between bites, however, she watched carefully for the black canine. If he had been so desperate and pissed off before, she didn't want to be unaware if he chose to try and attack her.

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ARGH I'M SORRY! I'll post here tomorrow morning, and I will be super active. Promise

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ooc. haha, it's okay. take your time, i know what it's like being busy. i'd take forever and a day to post if this wasn't the only rp site i was taking part in >___<;

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ooc: Ok I will be super active now

The huge crash of the grill had rattled Nov to the bone; afterall, it wasn't every day something huge and heavy almost crushed him because some chick made him rush his work. But there it was! His entire meal spilling to the ground, and while this wasn't especially depressing, the humans turning around and screaming was. When humans had a vendetta against a certain stray, they had a way of getting what they wanted- which usually concisted of said stray being swooped up into the back of a metal van and off to hell knows where. Nov heard stories. He didn't need to find out first hand. Fuck that, man, he just wanted some goddamn hotdogs.

You idiot

"BITE ME, BITCH!" snapped the dog, whom didn't have intention of leaving empty handed, scarfing down what he could before snarling up at her. Behind them were the angry voices and terrified screams of the women- some of the children explaming 'COOL' and 'DOGGIES'. At least they weren't throwing things ye-

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A spatula landed square ontop of Nov's head, and with a yelp he bowled passed the bitch, maybe knocking her over or knocking her upside the face or something to that effect, and had full intention of speeding off if he could. Of course, that's if he didn't get tripped up by his 'buddy' or smacked with something else.

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Quite aware that it would be unwise to stay in the park at the moment, particularly now that the black mutt had led the humans to her exact location (these humans being the angry ones who were hurling increasingly dangerous objects in her direction), Des loped after her 'partner in crime.' For now that her hunger had temporarily subsided, she had a friendly urge to find out who this fellow was (the fact that he seemed rather careless and occasionally stupid only piqued her interest, and his crude words back at the grill only made her laugh).

Leaping out to follow the blur of black and brown in front of her, she felt a well aimed rock graze her shoulder. Rather than upset her or provoke any sort of fury, however, this close encounter simply caused her to burst into laughter as she came up beside the other canine. As she opened her mouth to laugh, her tongue lolled, giving her the appearance of a grinning maniac. She, however, was quite unafraid of the impression this might make upon her fellow traveler, and continued along with him, either not knowing or not caring (or perhaps a bit of both) the annoyance it might cause him.