These Lonely Streets (Semi-Lit/Lit Stray Dog RP)

[Deidara's Girl]

Cracker nodded. She laid down, crossed her paws, and laid her head on them. "I lived a perfect life before this. Absolutely perfect. My Rick went to Florida and I got lost along the way." Her heart felt like Tristie's - shattered, bleeding, and broken. A tear slipped down her muzzle. It wasn't from unpleasnt memories or the fact that her pal was gone. She missed Rick. A lot. A wave of hoplessness flooded over her and made her sigh. She looked up sadly at Rocky. "I'm Cracker," she whispered. You know that sound an icesicles makes when they clang together? Cracker thought of that sound as she heard her own voice. It sounded beautiful, but sad.

[~Wolf Chick~]

The Rottweiler padded alittle closer and lay down infront of the German Shepherd. "The name's Rocky and to be honest, I don't really remember my life as a house pet. I used to be when I was a pup but then I became a fighting dog. I lost against this stupid Doberman and I got kicked out. Atleast being on the streets is better than being beaten everyday by some jerk with a whip." he told Cracker his story. "So what's your tale?" he asked softly.

[Smamm]

((Joined!!!))

[~Wolf Chick~]

(Thanks, Is it ok if Scarlett has a crush on Dakota? )

[Smamm]

((Of course! ^^ And can you add that Killer had a crush on Frey and that Rookie has a crush on Elise?))

Rookie sat on the sidewalk next to the street, staring up at the guy behind the hot dog stand with wide, pleading eyes. He was pulling the whole puppy dog look. It usually worked, and Killer that sat next to him glaring, hated him for it. The hot dog guy was trying to ignore the two of them by trying to get people passing by to buy some, but his efforts were useless. As the hot dog guy and Rookie's eyes met, Rookie let his tail wag lightly, and he flung his head back in a slight bark before looking back at the hot dog guy.

The hot dog guy looked left, then right, and then left again before slipping his hand inside the hot dog cart, and pulling out two foil wrapped hot dogs. He quickly unwrapped them, and glanced up again left and right before walking around the cart and setting the two hot dogs at the side of the cart. As he returned to the cart, Killer and Rookie both hurried over to where the hot dogs were. They each took one, and started off down a nearby ally.

Through a mouthful of bun and hot dog, Killer growled, "I don't see how you pull that off EVERY TIME!"

Rookie smiled, stifling a laugh, but continued running down the alley before they stumbled upon two dogs; a German Sheppard and Rottweiler. Rookie pondered whether or not they should approach the two dogs. You never knew who was friendly and who wasn't; who would kill you for the hot dog in your mouth and who would simply ask for some. Rookie, being the friendly ball of sunshine he was, decided to just approach them. His paws led him to the two dogs where he sat in front of them, and cocked his head to the side before setting down the hot dog in front of him.

Rookie licked his lips, savoring the taste of the lovely juices from the hot dogs before introducing himself. "Hi. I'm Rookie..." he introduced himself, his gaze pausing on the Rottweiler for a moment. "Do I know you? You seem oddly familiar..." he questioned, his head tipping slightly more in curiosity.

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Before you knew it, Killer and Rookie were racing down the narrow ally, the closest escape route to them. The hot dog felt warm in his jaws, tempting him to eat the whole thing in one bite. He never understood how Rookie was so good at getting what he wanted. He'd just give a simple look, and it was as if the people read his mind and gave him what he wanted. Rookie had tried to teach Killer time after time, but it just wasn't something Killer could learn. It didn't bother him though. He just left it all up to Rookie; and they always got a meal, so he wasn't complaining!

At the end of the ally, Killer noticed two dogs, and his glaze jumped to Rookie, shooting him a look as if saying, DON YOU DARE! Of course the dumb golden did it anyways. He padded right up to the dogs, and started talking. Killer on the other hand, stayed back a few paw steps, clinging to his hot dog. His gaze was narrowed as he watched the dogs carefully, thinking, 'No way they're getting MY hot dog...'

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Dakota shifted his weight, trying to get comfortable on the dumpster he lay on. He'd been asleep, and he didn't want to wake to find an empty stomach. His stomach growled, and it was inevitable; he was awake. He lifted his head, looking around the rather wide ally he was in. It was dirty, like the rest of the city and alleys around him. He sighed, not wanting to go in search of food, but he knew hunger would drive him to eventually lift him from his feet. Figuring he better cure the hunger gnawing at his stomach sooner than later, Dakota rose to his paws with a grunt and stretched his legs before looking around the ally once more. It was empty, the sounds of cars zooming by and people talking not far off. He shook his fur before hopping down off the dumpster, his paws pounding against the hard pavement. He licked his lips, hoping to taste food that wasn't there, and then yawned. Shaking himself once more, Dakota started off toward the street, hoping to find some sort of heaven of food.

Dakota looked left and right before leaving the ally, and almost immediately the smell of hot dogs met his nostrils. He felt his mouth begin to water and he followed the scent down the street where a lady sat with a hot dog on a bench. She looked full, and she wrapped up the hot dog in the foil that she held it in before tossing it into a nearby garbage can. Dakota licked his lips, waiting for the lady to leave before he would raid the can in search of the small morsel. She eventually waved down a taxi and was gone. In return, Dakota dashed for the garbage, and found the foil fairly easily. He quickly nabbed the food, and took off down a new ally. There was no one in this ally, and he looked back to make sure no human was following him. He had gotten lucky; no one was after him. He let out a sigh of relief before lying down on the pavement, and ripping open the foil to start the first part of his meal that he yet had to search for...

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[Recap?Sorry, I haven't been on in the past week. won't at all tomorrow.]

[ChemDog.]

[[Hi, sorry I haven't posted at all yet... If you didn't see my signature, I'm on vacation. I'm actually using my cousin's laptop, but I'm pretty limited to computer access other than that. Sorry, I'll post more once I get back ;] ]]

Tancred lay contently under a tree, enjoying the coolness the shade provided. Nearby, Frey was bothering some squirrels that were in a tree. Her tongue hung out sloppily, and her tail swayed back and forth. Finally giving up on the squirrels, she bounded back near Tancred.

"I'm hungry. Wanna go dig through some trash? That new restaurant down the street is pretty generous in their disposing of food." Frey said happily, grinning at her use of big words. Tancred looked up at her with his bright blue eyes. With a sigh, he stood up and stretched.

"Alright, lets go." He said, motioning for Frey to lead the way.

[[ Blah, sorry, its like 1:00 AM, pretty tired... xD ]]

[~Wolf Chick~]

(Thanks for telling me Flux ^^
MacGirl nothing has really happened, just Rocky, Cracker, Rookie and Killer have met up in an alley way.)

Rocky turned his attention away from the German Shepherd and tilted his ears forward as he saw another two dogs infront of him. He noticed they both had hot dog's hanging from their jaws and he licked his lips quickly. "I don't think I've ever saw you before but I really want that hot dog." he said slowly to the dog which appeared to be a Golden Retriever. He took a few paces forward towards the other dogs, not taking his eye off the retriever's hot dog. He seemed friendly so the Rottweiler didn't want to attack just yet but that wouldn't mean he wouldn't if he had the chance.

Scarlett opened her heavy eyes and glanced around slowly. She lifted her head and soon remembered she was under a park bench when the top of her head banged against the under side of the bench. "Great..." she muttered to herself and clambered out from underneath the bench. She sniffed the air for anything interesting but so far... nothing. She heard her stomach growl to her as it craved food and she sighed. She padded along the pavement, scenting the air occasionally as her stomach got angrier and angrier the longer it went without food.

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[~Wolf Chick~]

(Um Kiba, I said in the rules pm me your form O.o And please give a more detailed history, then I will accept you ^^)