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Post by manchild on Jun 2, 2013 17:33:55 GMT -5
The days that were really sunny, that allowed him to leave his doors open were his favorite days. He was in a busier part of town, which was great, but he also very much enjoyed the ability to leave his door open, set out a few bowls for the random dogs that seemed to show up, and welcome people into the place he thought of as his baby. Deacon had gone through a lot of work to save up money to open up the pizzeria. Sure, he could have dipped into the trust fund that his family had left him, which was well over anything he could ever make in several life times, but he valued his own hard work. He wanted the place to be his own. He wanted to be able to look at the pizzeria, buzzing with activity, and know that he had done this on his own, without help. It was his, and it was because he worked for it, because he earned it.
It was later afternoon, he'd left the pizzeria in the capable hands of a few kids who attended Spurcus Noct. And he was now heading back. And being followed. By another random dog. Though really, with such a cute little face he couldn't help but stop, leaning down to out stretch a hand to the little beagle mix and eventually scooped him up. It creeped him out sometimes, when he'll look back and there are a couple of dogs trotting along after him. He'd even ended up high tailing it across the park a few days ago when a pack of excitable dogs started following him. He wasn't afraid of them, but the fact that they'd just showed up had him doing the first thing that came to his mind. He'd ended up tripping on something and found himself at the bottom of a furry dog pile, not that he minded.
So now that the little beagle mix was snug in his arms, doing its best to lick his face but only managing to get the underside of his jaw and his throat, Deacon was on his way back to the pizzeria. It was a wonder his apartment wasn't filled to the brim with dogs yet, seeing as he attracted just about every stray around the city, and even dogs that weren't strays. But he didn't. He supposed he just hadn't come across a dog that'd really truly clicked with him, sure all of them seemed to like him, they all swarmed around him, and they followed him everywhere. But there hadn't been a dog yet that he had really wanted to bring home with him. He'd been just fine with taking them to his pizzeria and giving them food and water and letting them leave when they wanted. No taking them home. Yet he supposed.
He stepped into his Pizzeria to a few hellos from costumers and his workers, to which he grinned and replied in kind at. Setting the little dog down he walked over to grab a few bowls that were resting at one side of the shop, seeing that they needed to be refilled. A few of the dogs that were in there started following at his heel until he redistributed the bowls now filled with water and a few scraps. He chuckled lightly, giving each dog a ruffle on his head before he moved over to sit at the counter, grinning at one of his workers and asking for a glass of soda and a slice of pizza. Oh, he did love his own pizza, if he said so himself. Words: 603 Tag: Open Notes: lil short and crappy but here he is!
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Post by whimsicalfancy on Jun 5, 2013 17:28:04 GMT -5
Time was beginning to eat its way through Teyha’s savings again, even as careful as she was about managing her money, it seemed every few months her funds would run dry. She didn’t like to be forced out into the vampiric society again, away from the safety of her small two-bedroom home in the suburb, where she didn’t have to blend in with a mass of her own predators. Every part of her life revolved around the lie that she was one of them, a sheep in wolf’s clothing praying that a hunter wouldn’t get too close. It was why she spend weeks locked in her house, curtains drawn shut, doors locked, spending as little time outside as she could manage. Inviting attention wasn’t wise. Absently she ran her tongue over her teeth, pressing the tip against the pointed tip, as if to remind herself that it was still there. Years ago she had the false teeth sewn into her gums, before she fully understood how this old, powerful species could hide their fangs at will. It was a useful quirk of nature, keeping the edge of the teeth from digging into the inside of the lip or gums, as Teyha’s had the tendency to do. She bit the inside of her own lip so often that she had grown used to the taste of blood, sometimes even boasting the edge of lurid red on her lip as proof of her vampirism. Occasionally she would entertain the idea of having the implants removed, relieving her of trying to hide the ever-present tips, before deciding she would rather have and not need, than need and not have. The fangs weren’t the only part of her disguise. Every day she would blink a pair of mirrored contacts in place, the reflective surface faking the tapetum lucidum that made a vampire’s gaze so distinct. It wasn’t a perfect system; the lenses changed her eyes to an odd grey and could be seen if looked at close enough. It was troubling on hot and bright days like this, the sun beating down on the young woman as she made her way through the town square, a sheet clutched tightly in one hand, covered with names and numbers from the odd-jobs she worked over the past few years. Nervously she adjusted her sunglasses, hiding the way the sun reflected off of her lenses unnaturally, and shuffled her way into the nearest parlor. The smell of pizza attacked her nose and sent her stomach grumbling, protesting the light meals of canned-whatever that she had been surviving on for nearly a week. That morning it was corn and beets, which was neither satisfying nor as appealing as the smell of pepperoni and mushrooms. If she was lucky maybe the owner would let her munch on a few of the less-pretty pieces. There had to be at least a few duds a day, after all. The door was propped open, letting out the cool air, much to her horror, but the environment was friendly and upbeat. Partrons waited lazily around the interior, munching and chatting softly, and Teyha could easily pick out the generous handful of humans, marked by jewelry or a collar, that casually chatted in the easy environment. The owner must not be overly anti-human to allow the species to intermingle at will, Teyha considered, making her way deeper into the restaurant. For a moment she caught herself nervously tugging at the hem of her short jacket, a flattering cut of light blue wool not suited for such a hot day, her eyes scanning for the owner. “Excuse me.” She pressed a hand lightly into the shoulder of a stopping older man, who knelt to deposit fresh water to an overly excited beagle. What a dog was doing in a restaurant she couldn’t begin to guess, but smiled down at the excitable animal briefly all the same. “I don’t mean to bother you, but I’m looking for the owner?” She spoke without moving her lips much, as she has mastered long ago and half-rose the sheet of references as if to explain her purpose. As an afterthought she tugged off her dark, glossy sunglasses, grey eyes only slightly brighter than natural here in the store, and offered a hand up to the vampire. “I hope I’m not bothering, I just kind of assumed that a customer wouldn’t be feeding dogs in here.”
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