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Post by GARRISON CHAMBERS on Jun 19, 2012 22:21:07 GMT -5
Garrison's dog-like instincts had been running ramped since moving to Tokyo. The big city wasn't exactly dog-friendly, even for a small one like Garry. He felt himself fighting the urge to shift almost every second of every day. Sure, at home he could paw around the house, but work was strictly off limits and until this day, he had not known of any good parks to play around at. Being a purebred pomeranian, Garry had to be careful not to shift around many people, or people may try to take him or sell him to someone else.
On his way home from the grocery store yesterday, Garrison had spotted the park, and decided he'd have to make some time for a walk. And today was that day, after folding all of his newly cleaned clothes, Garry shifted and made his way out the doggie door toward to park.
Holding a paper bag full of clothes, in case he decided to shift back, the small pomeranian ran down the street toward the park. thoughts of chasing butterflies and getting his ears scratched by kids ran through his mind as he headed off, arriving quickly.
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Post by MATTLOCK JONES on Jun 20, 2012 18:32:20 GMT -5
'Today is such a pretty day~' thought a brown-haired boy as he sat down at the base of a tree. With him was a guitar. His favorite one in fact. He never really went anywhere without it. See, being a hybrid of two conflicting species was harder for him to cope than anything else. It was because of the two sides that Mattlock Jones had such a horrible split personality. Most of the time, it was just fine. He could communicate without his psycho bitch side coming out. But, there were times when it was unbearable and he would lash out like a horrible monster. It was a day like that. Where things were going horribly wrong and his demonic personality showed.
But, he wouldn't try to let that bother him too much. No, he was going to try and beat this evil side of him. He would make sure of it. So, Mattlock started playing his guitar and hummed softly as he absentmindedly watched the children play, the squirrels running up and down the trees, and a pomerianian with a paper bag...wait...a pomerianian with a paper bag? Mattie blinked and looked over, tilting his head slightly. That was an odd sight. Slowly, he stood up and walked towards the animal curiously. “Well, hello there little fella....what are you doing here?” he said gently.
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Post by GARRISON CHAMBERS on Jun 20, 2012 22:22:18 GMT -5
Garrison had been running around the park with the paper bag for quite some time, and his poor little legs started to feel tired. Dropping the bag on the ground, the small pomeranian panted loudly for such a small dog and tried to catch his breath. A couple children had come over to pat him on the head and quickly run back over to the swings. After he felt a little more stamina build up, Garry grabbed the paper bag with his small mouth.
After prancing around a little more, Garrison saw a cute boy about his age calling him over. At first he was taken off guard, until he remembered that he wasn't in his usual teenage boy form, but instead, a tiny, fluffy dog. Damn, he always met cute boys when he was a dog. He stuck his tail higher and pranced over to the boy, showing his years of practice as a show dog. Setting the bag down, he scooted beside it so that the boy couldn't see what was inside. A dog carrying around highly fashionable clothes to fit a teenage boy would raise enough questions. Plus, his wallet was in the bottom of the bag, and he didn't know this kid well enough to tell if he'd steal from a cute puppy and his teenage owner.
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Post by MATTLOCK JONES on Jun 21, 2012 16:50:21 GMT -5
Mattlock smiled as the dog practically pranced over to him. “Hi there, boy. Aren't you adorable!” Mattlock said, holding his hand out first before petting the small dog. Now, this was one of the things that his demonic split of a personality couldn't take over for. Apparently, his evil side liked cute, fluffy animals. 'It's weird how things like that worked out...' the Hybrid thought as he slowly moved to pick up the small dog and cuddle it gently. “Where is your owner, pup? Or did you escape? Hehe. Well, what matters is...your mine now.” Well, there went the demon side. Oh well, at least Mattlock had a companion now and he wasn't so lonely.
“Now...what to call you....hmm...” he said softly. Then, he got an idea. “How about Mozart? Yeah, yeah that seems like a good idea. Call you Mozart until your owner comes up to claim you” the Angelic personality said. To most people, Mattlock's talk was rather strange. Sometimes it seemed like he was talking to himself. Other times, he was just mumbling some silly words that really didn't make sense. For now, however, Mattie was trying to keep his personalities cool.
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Post by GARRISON CHAMBERS on Jun 22, 2012 12:18:35 GMT -5
Garrison licked at the boy's extended hand to show that he liked attention, if he was stuck being a dog around this very attractive young man, he might as well get a little cuddle action. As the boy picked Garry up into his arms, the small dog made himself cozy, cuddling into the boys right bicep, which was impressive enough to catch the attention of his teenage, homosexual male side, yet not so big that it would freak him out either. He moved up to lick the boys face playfully, he couldn't deny the dogs in him a little bit of play as he listened to the boy talk. When he said something about claiming him as the boy's own, Garry wasn't sure what to do, so of course he growled furiously, which of course barely sounded like a whimper coming from a dog of his size, but he had to try something.
Then as the boy continued talking he eased back into his arms, a little less afraid. Mozart? Seriously? Oh, no, no, no, Garry refused to be called such a name for how every long he decided he was going to keep up with his little game. As he heard the name a second time, he couldn't control himself, he let out a laugh, which of course came out as a soft yelp, which probably signaled to the boy that he liked it. Shaking his head, so that the boy could see his purple rhinestone collar around his next with a little bow tie shaped dog tag that had the name "Garry" Written in tasteful calligraphy across it. Hey, if Garrison was going to be a dog approximately half of his life, he was going to do it in style.
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