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- I am in group six || my pets are Percy and Moki. || I have no crush
currently :: headed to work feeling :: overwhelmed with :: Elliot, Bonnie, and Clyde
- ⋮ The echo of a cold, simple drop of water rings around the room. Scuttles of feet, whispers of torture. A wrench, twitch. Sudden silence. Darkness, dimly broken by the beam of a buzzing lightbulb. Who are you?! A scream. Pain. Flashes of light. Knives. Hell. War. Death. The end. "GAH!" A broken, cracking scream escapes his jaws. Noah shoots upright in his bed, sweat dripping from his forehead, eyes wide in fear. His breath comes in short gasps, seeping into the air as fog. The cold of his room sends shivers down his spine as that echo of water continues, ringing in his ear. His teeth loudly chatter, breaking the silence of his open room. Two giant windows covering the wall break open his room in light, sending images of mountains dancing across the walls. It was just a nightmare. Just a nightmare. He tells himself, but he can't shake that itching feeling. It was all too real. No, Noah. Get away. Get out of here. He leaps from his bed, skidding to a stop by his mirror. Oh, no hope in fixing his image today. Auburn hair tangled in a massive knot, sleep etched so deep into his features that he could never dream of wiping it off. Not in any normal reality, anyways. Then again, when doesn't he have sleep dancing through his every glance when he awakes? It is always there, haunting him. Just like his memories. Shaking, Noah picks himself up, attempting to catch his breath. Once the cold feeling of his room had settled into his bones, making him feel rather comfortable, he takes a deep breath of the crisp morning air and shakes away the rest of his nightmare, sending it into the deepest pits of his mind. Time to be normal. Smile, Noah, smile. He gazes into the mirror one last time, looks deeply into that crooked grin of his. So fake. Then again, has it ever been real?
"Can this morning please get any worse?" Noah mumbles under his breath, fumbling over his own two feet as he struggles to roll out of bed. The cold had long seeped deep into his bones, sending him in a fit of shivers. But, glancing over and out through the windows, eyes trailing towards the kennels, he knows that the two dogs waiting for him will make his day a little bit better. Sliding on his worn out sweatshirt and thick winter jacket over top of that, Noah flinches at the sound of the owner, his booming voice screeching about how he doesn't pay them to sit around and be lazy. He narrows his eyes, wanting to go down there and pop him straight in the jaw for just saying that. He's lucky enough that they are even willing to train these messed up huskies. Oh, don't get him wrong. He loves this dogs to death. They are the light of his life - always have been, always will be. The way that they greet him, how lazy they are, how they roll over onto their bellies every time they grow near. It isn't even plausible that they were trapped in a hurricane. Who wouldn't want to claim these two angels? Even if their names are Bonnie and Clyde, two of the most famous thieves of all time, it doesn't particularly fit them. Neither of the dogs represent a thief. At all. Well, besides the fact that they might have stolen his and Elliot's hearts. Noah has always liked Elliot, his training partner. She is really nice, and loves the dogs just as much as he does. Besides, she is rather... well, cute, to say the least. Blushing at his irrational thoughts, Noah attempts to fix his messed up hair, but quickly gives up, sliding on his favorite beanie and old boots, the one that he always uses to work with the dogs. After one, huge, final deep breath, he pushes through the giant oak door that separates his room from the rest of the world. Let's do this.
Nearly falling down the stairs, Noah skips the last few steps, darting to the living area. He watches as the last few people quickly exit, headed for the kennels. Yeah, he should probably catch up with them, seeing as how he had just missed the speech that the owner was giving.... and that is kind of important. So, deciding that he doesn't want to miss anything else that might be of uber importance, he slyly slips out behind the last person, speed-walking until he had caught up to his partner, Elliot. "Hey, Elliot." he says with a grin, dipping his head as he rubs the back of his neck. Another day in training. Another day of mushing. Smiling lightly, Noah hurries his way through the snow, thankfully pushing into the heat of the building. Echoes of dogs sing all around, and even though many people might find this annoying, he sees it as music to his ears. Entering the room with the nicely kept cages, Noah walks side-by-side with Elliot, over to the cages where Bonnie and Clyde are held. Bonnie immediately runs over, tail swishing everything out of her way. These two dogs, though lazy bums, know when their "owners" have entered. They don't trust very easily, but Noah is working on that, and both Bonnie and Clyde have improved dramatically. Clyde, being the gorgeous red boy, blue-eyed husky he is, pounces up next to his sister. For once, they both look sort of... eager to learn. Chuckling, he grabs Bonnie's harness, allowing Elliot to do the honors of taking Clyde's. "What should we work on this them, today?" He muses, glancing over to the freckled face of Elliot. He glances at the two dogs, basically begging to be let out. "Maybe speed, or something like that. Stamina. They are pretty good at agility, they are just huge lazy bums." He suggests with a laugh, taking the bright red harness and beginning to unlock the cages of the two dogs that had stolen his heart.
Same for my fat cats xD ))
