Freckles and Wags: A Boy and his Dog [Casey]

[Desidero DeSoto]

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“Thiiiiiiiis isn’t right,” he said, craning his head back to look at the skyscraper that loomed overhead. Damnit, he was lost. Trying to find his way to the Carna for...why had he even been going to the Carna in the first place? He could barely remember the past few days, everything was such a blur. From getting lost in the desert after Quinn had tossed him out on his ass after that Fulsi had beat the shit out of him to meeting a strange Carna who he could barely remember. He had green hair and tatts, and that’s all Desidero could recall. And that he was a Carna. He remembered the guy had been pretty cool and apparently liked to party - so why not pay a visit? After all there was the alliance, though Desidero was pretty sure border hopping was still frowned upon. But he’d never been one to follow rules to the tee, now had he?

But he was lost. Never had a good sense of direction, really. Seraphim had always used to make fun of him, saying that he couldn’t find his way out of a cardboard box. “Probably right, brother,” Desi said with a sigh, stopping for a moment to light up a cig. He took a long drag, letting the...whatever Seraphim said was inside the things soak into his system. It relaxed him some, his nerves a bit on edge once he realized that he was near Fulsi country. Now that he stopped and actually used his senses, he could smell them everywhere. A thick, pore-clogging scent that would no doubt stick to him for days. It was a terrible stench, smelling of metal and sweat and old decaying cities. At least the Fallen had fresh air and smelled like flowers or something.

He was only a few feet across the border, and his thoughts kept drifting back to when he’d first met Quinn, in the Speakeasy. That assface of a Fulsi had jumped him and just went to town, whaling on his face. “Coulda died, Desi,” he said with a sigh and squeezing his eyes shut as he tried his best not to head straight for the heart of the Fulsi territory, find the bastard who did it, and beat the ever-living shit out of him so that he had to breath through a straw. Or, really, not breathe at all. No. I’m not that person anymore, he thought to himself, knuckling his eyes to try to drive away the negative thoughts. There was nothing wrong with defending himself - but he knew that the instant he'd felt his fist collide with the Fulsi's face...instinct would take over, and there would have been a different ending to that story. An ending with that Fulsi never leaving the Speakeasy.

He shifted and continued on his way figuring that he was already here, why not make an adventure out of it? Dodging any patrols he thought he heard (like a boss), his big paws clicking on the cement without much heed to being heard other than the occasional pause to listen. Caramel brown eyes flicked up to see the movie theater, his tongue lolling out of his thick jowls and a tendril of drool dangling from the corner of his lips. Just like the old days! He padded up to the building and shifted back, swinging the theater doors open. There was no blast of cold air like he had hoped, just a fizzle of hot, heavy air and the chittering of some animal he couldn’t see. Wonderful. “Anyone in here?”

COLORED LIGHTS CAN HYPNOTIZE

S P A R K L E SOMEONE ELSE'S EYES

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[Casey DeLaney]

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[atrb=background,http://i75.photobucket.com/albums/i319/sketchedesigns/CASEYMID.png] Today is all we've got, The moment’s here then not... It was a masterpiece! Casey stood back from the theater wall and inspected his work. There, on the wall just above the stage steps, was the painting of a reddish-brown wolf, which looked almost like it was walking down the stairs. “Not too shabby,” Casey added happily to himself, wiping the sweat from his brow— though unknowingly adding a smear of red paint across his forehead. His face and arms were all speckled with splashes of color, and there was even a little bit of paint in his hair. It was messy work trying to paint around here! Especially when he’d been observing his wolf form in some broken shards of glass, and sketching with a paintbrush sticking out of his muzzle. “Hmm, yeah,” Casey sighed, observing the mess he’d made. “…Maybe I’ll just stick to painting other things.” The mess wasn’t such a big deal though. People hardly came into the theater, and even if they did, Casey though they should be used to it by now. Anyone who’d ever been to his room in Gospel Towers knew he was the one behind it; The walls there were already completely covered in his paintings, some even painted over other older pictures. Looking for more room, he’d tried to branch out into other people’s rooms, though they hadn’t taken too kindly to the idea… So, Casey had ventured out today looking for a new canvas, and the theater was the perfect place! “Yup, this one’s a winner.” He sighed and flopped onto the stage, laying on his back and staring up at the ceiling. It was almost like he wasn’t stuck in the menagerie after all, at least not when he was painting. Scouting was a good distraction and all, but nothing took him out of this place like his art did. It was strange to almost feel like a normal person again, but then it always hit him when he finished his pieces; He was still a shifter, and he was still stuck in the Menagerie. Just like he always would be. “…I guess it’s not so bad,” Casey told himself. “I have the Fulsi, right? And Sascha.” Just the name brought a smile to his face. After years, perhaps he was starting to feel like this was the real world. Would he really ever want to be back on the outside? Casey grimaced as he thought about it. The outside didn’t hold anything for him anymore. Out there was only more pain, more loneliness. The Menagerie was full of monsters, but so was the outside. He had a family in the Fulsi, at least with a few people there, and on the outside, Casey realized… He didn’t have anything at all. Here, he had a future, controlled by Keepers as it may be, but it was still something. Feeling more confident, Casey happily reached into his bag of paints and pulled out his newest treasures. They really were the strangest things, but when he’d found them, Casey couldn’t pass up the opportunity. Colored bubbles! Who would have ever thought of that? He brought out the bottle of green bubbles and the bottle of blue bubbles and opened them, switching between them and blowing bubbles into the air through the little built-in wands. They drifted high into the air, before popping and raining down colors, which of course, added to the mess on Casey’s face and clothes. He was almost hypnotized by them and the way they drifted so carelessly. Didn’t they know how fragile they were? How temporary? That they could be gone at any moment? Maybe that was the allure of them… They didn’t change what they were, even though they knew the end was coming, sooner rather than later. Casey let out a laugh as he realized how ridiculous that sounded- bubbles, contemplating their own demise. Still, was it really bubbles that he was thinking about? “Now I know I’ve lost it. Pfft, bubbles…” ’Anyone in here?’ A voice suddenly sounded from the other end of the theater, and Casey jumped, immediately sitting up. He squinted through the dim light to try and see who it was, but they were too far away and he didn’t recognize the voice. “…Hello? Er, I’m here I guess,” He replied. The guy didn’t smell like a Carna, but more like…a Fallen? The scent had drifted on the air, and though he knew the Fulsi and Fallen were still technically enemies, he got along with them much easier than the Carna. “Who are you?” Casey called, reaching for his bubbles again. He blew some green bubbles in the stranger’s direction, watching them float lazily towards him. If the guy was gonna be here, he wasn’t gonna disrupt Casey’s afternoon off. ...And if tomorrow never comes, I'll be standing with the one I love.

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[Desidero DeSoto]

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[bg=060606] Desidero shuffled around the door for a bit, letting his eyes adjust to the sudden change in atmosphere. The sun had been entirely too bright to just step into a dark ass building and not see spots. Hm. There seemed to be an unusual amount of spots, and instead of moving all around his path of vision they pretty much stayed on a straight-forward path, getting closer to him. They arced in lazy circles, various different colors. As Desi followed them with his eyes and kept blinking to try to clear those annoying sun sparkles out of his vision, he came to a sudden realization. A sudden realization that sent a shiver down his spine - a sudden realization that forced his whole body to go rigid, his hands clenched in fists. Bubbles. The floating things were sun sparkles. No. They were tiny flying things that his brain couldn't make any sense of, no matter how hard he tried. And so he was afraid of them. Bubbles. What the hell were they, anyway? Birds? Moths? No. They weren't even alive. Just misshapen horrid tasting...monsters. "I hate bubbles," he whined. He was so intent on the bubbles that Desidero hadn't even heard man speak, thinking that he was still alone in this place. Desidero let out a big whoosh of breath and shook out his tense muscles, aiming a few mimed punches at the bubbles. With that, he shifted, raising his big, meaty dog-head to glare at the bubbles, a snarl rising in his chest. “Bubbles,” he growled, thick jowls parting and floppy lips drawing back over vicious teeth “Prepare to meet your doom.” With a thunderous bark, Desi leaped into the air at the nearest bubble, his thick little body twisting in the air, his jaws gnashing at the colorful bubbles. As he twisted and jumped at the evil creatures taunting him with their wonky flight patterns and evasive maneuvers, Desi continued to leap every which way after them, his bark ferocious but to any dog-fanatic, they would hear the ferocity of the bark was tainted by nothing other than fear. After about a minute of frantic leaping and jumping and chasing, Desi sat down on his big haunches and let out a contented snort, his now-green speckled tongue lolling out of his big jowls. “Made them bubbles my bitch is what I did.” he growled happily. His coarse, caramel and white fur was splattered with various different colors from the odd type of bubble, but Desi was too busy staring proudly at the empty skies above the seats. It was then he noticed the guy sitting on the stage, with a bottle of bubbles in his hands, looking quite shocked and confused. Desi padded up to him, his tail wagging and ears pricked to show his friendliness. He lumbered up the steps and onto the stage, nails clicking on the stage floor as he padded straight up to the stranger and plopped down next to him. Desidero's eyes narrowed, and he coulda sword he'd seen that face before. Somewhere, somewhere way back before The Menagerie. Desi thought and thought and thought, staring hard at the pale lookin' guy with all them freckles, his green-bubble-blooded tongue poking slightly out from his closed mouth. His black nose twitched as he snuffed now and again, not recognizing the scent. But the face. He went back to the days in the Bronx, and slowly but surely his thick tail began to thump on the stage. It started out real slow as he felt the name on the tip of his tongue, the wagging of his tail increasing till it was battering the stage, sounding as if someone was busying hammering. It seemed he could hold in his excitement no more as the wagging of his tail sent his whole body wriggling and he let out a happy bark when he finally came upon who the hell he was lookin' at. “Freckles!” Desi tackled his old friend and drew on long, slobbering lick across his face. “I knew I seen that mug somewhere before! Freckles, man, where you been?!” Freckles still looked pretty confused, so Desi lumbered off him, his tail still wagging and his paint-splattered body still wriggling furiously. “Freckles it's me, Wags! From the ol' gang!

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ooc; FRECKLES, GIVE WAGS SOME LOVE 8D

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[Casey DeLaney]

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[atrb=background,http://i75.photobucket.com/albums/i319/sketchedesigns/CASEYMID.png] Today is all we've got, The moment’s here then not... Casey watched with lazy curiosity as the man stopped dead in his tracks. At first he wondered why; perhaps he realized he’s walked into the wrong building or something. Casey shrugged, and blew some more green bubbles, that is, until the man suddenly looked like he was gearing up for a fight, warming up his fists with little punches at…the air? No, the bubbles! Casey’s brow furrowed in confusion and sheer disbelief. What the hell was the guy doing? He closed up the bottle of bubbles again and watched, wondering if he’d perhaps just run into another crazy person. There seemed to be an abundance of them in the menagerie as far as Casey could tell. When the man shifted, a faint memory was triggered in the back of his mind. The way the dog snarled and lunged at the bubbles, popping them mercilessly as if they were some kind of deadly adversary. Maybe it was just a dog thing he’d seen somewhere? No, the dog itself looked familiar. Casey couldn’t put his finger on it though, the memory that he was thinking of. It seemed so far-off and detached from everything here, as if it were an entire lifetime away. “You okay over there?” Casey called, giving the dog a little wave as it exclaimed something about making bubbles his bitch or something ridiculous like that. The memory came on stronger then, and Casey vaguely remembered something about his life before the menagerie, but everything before his capture, except for the beatings his father gave him, seemed like a dream. Time blended together and events tumbled into each other in his memory, all except for his father. It made sense, Casey supposed, since he’d gone years half-paying attention to everything he was doing, while his mind was preoccupied worrying about what would happen later that night. Still, who was this guy? Casey grabbed his bottles of bubbles defensively as the dog joined him on the stage and walked up to him, worried that he might want to take his revenge on the source of the colorful bubbles. The two stared at each other for a few long moments, and as Casey tried to look past the green-and-blue mess on the dog’s face, a name floated in the back of his mind as well. Suddenly the dog was wiggling excitedly, recognizing him first. ”Freckles!” Casey’s eyes went wide as the dog spoke, instantly remembering where he knew him from. The only person that had ever called him that was Desidero, or Wags as Casey knew him. Casey had joined his gang for a little while back when he was still in New York, but it hadn’t been long after that when he’d been captured anyways. “Oh my god, Wags!” Casey exclaimed, happily wrapping his arms around the dog as it licked his face. He let go of Desi and stared at him, still a little surprised to see him there. “Wags, man… I never thought I’d find you in here!” Casey excitedly scratched the dog behind his ears, just like the good ol’ days before Casey even knew he was a shifter himself. “I’ve been in here for years now. When did they get you?” Ooc: FRECKLES AND WAGS OMG. XD ...And if tomorrow never comes, I'll be standing with the one I love.

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[mo money]

K SO DESI AND CASEY REMINISCED ABOUT THEIR DAYS IN THE 'HOOD AND HAD A FRIENDLY MANHUG AND PARTED WAYS AS INSTAFRIENDS 8D.

THE END!