username; Macyduke
name; Carrie Mel (Goes by Mel. Name was suggested by a friend who thought the browns in her fur looked like carmel)
gender; Female
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Mel opened her eyes to find her bedroom bathed in the sun rays which found their way through her window. She lifted her head, squinting against the light which she'd previously been shielded from. Stretching her legs, she slowly slid out of the blankets she'd made a nest of the night before. Images of the previous night flashed behind her eyelids and she rubbed her eyes sleepily. Having been eager to impress her peers at her new job at the bakery, Carrie had spent the night studying just what makes a good bake, tips and tricks to the trade, and attempting to make a few different kinds of loafs in the kitchen. She felt a bit guilty having not done so sooner-being that she did get the job a few days ago and was to start this morning-Morning! Her head snapped to her nightstand. Finding the red digits of her black box alarm clock, she was suddenly in a scramble. "Eleven fifteen!" She screeched. Scampering from out of her room, Mel found her phone laying on the counter, an odd phone number below the words 'voice mail' appeared on the screen when she turned it on. Grabbing her backpack off the couch, she raced out the door-pausing only for a moment to catch sight of her reflection in the mirror next to it. Her buggy, sleep deprived eyes accompanied by her wrinkled to hell bow said it all. She was a mess. Her desire to appear presentable was strong, but gave out without much of a fight in the face of her hardwired need to be punctual-which was at this point, she was far from being.
Her feet pounded against the pavement, the bag on her back bounced heavily against her. So much so that had her mind not been so preoccupied with getting to her destination, she would have strapped it to her chest like a kola and opened it to find about half the books she'd borrowed from the library the day before still in it. Touching her tongue with her pawpads, Mel ran her paws through the fur she recalled looking particularly bedheady from her brief glance in the mirror. With any luck, her saliva would work like her mother's and tame her unruly mane, chest fluff, or fur into something that was at least half way decent. It was at times like these that she regretted moving out all those years ago. Half way there and she had to slow to a somewhat swift walk-which was a bit of a strain to do since she was out of breath. Sure she ate healthy enough but maybe it was time pair good eating doing some kind of exercise for her go start reaping more of a benefit. Not jogging though. Jogging sucks. She tilted her head slightly as she ran, as if to ponder what kind of exercise she should do, her ears fanning her cheeks as she did so. Perhaps doing a few pushups before bed every night would suffice.
Turning the bend, Mel skid to a halt in front of the building, flung open the main door, and made her way inside. The smell of fresh baked bread, baked goods, and, strangely enough, roses greeted her as she entered the small bakery-which she would have paused to take in had she not been so tarty. No sooner had she stepped into the small building, had a black cet similar in size, with blue and green markings running through his coat like lightning, nearly bumped into her. "Woa" He yelped, the plastic tin of muffins he held under his right arm crashed to the floor. It made a solid thunk, jostling the cupcake's ugly sister but not going as far as to break their case and send them toppling to the floor.
"Oh goodness." Mel gasped. "I'm so sorry!" she squeaked, anxiously stepping away from the door.
"No harm no fowl." He said softly, picking up the container and tucking it under his arms-not bothering to check whether his muffin's plastic prison had been cracked or not. She swarmed him with apologizes as she inched towards the kitchen, doing her best to make sure he knew how sorry she was as well as get to her job as soon as possible. He waved off her words as he pushed open the door. "Don't worry about it" He'd said, the door closing behind him. In an instant he was gone, along with the rose scent she'd picked up when she'd first entered the bakery.
"Don't worry about him, the only thing on his mind right now are those muffins. He probably won't remember much else of the day." Offered the cet behind the counter. Turning towards them, Mel awkwardly made her up to the counter, unsure of what to say. The viscet behind it gave her a once over, obviously a little off put by her silent approach, before giving her a reproachful smile. "Rough morning hu?" Mel nodded shyly in response to the other's question.
"I overslept." She said quietly, feeling as though she should have called in sick with the flu or something to avoid meeting one of her coworkers under these circumstances- especially since they obviously hadn't seen her there the day she was hired. She cursed herself for not throwing in the towel before twelve the night before- or at the very least taking her phone with her and setting her alarm. "Well that's no good. Is this a quick pit stop to grab one of our world class muffins to smooth things over with the boss with then?"
"N-" She paused, clearing her throat. "No."
"Alright then. What can I get you?" Asked the other cet. Mel resisted the urge to pull her ears over her eyes and hide from the humiliation which built in her. Gathering her courage, she managed;
"A uniform."
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