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Post by sukiandcharlie on Nov 9, 2010 8:59:02 GMT -5
Iver was stuck. What was he supposed to do now? His flight had landed here from Melbourne 2 hours ago, a short bus trip from the airport and here he was, on the highstreet of this strange town where the rest of his family now called home. Should he go to the new house straight away or wait untill this evening? His friend in Melbourne, Kai, should know. He quickly dialled in the number into his mobile and waited patiently.
"Err... Kai, is that you man?
A familiar voice answered. "Ah Iver! Whatup man!? You there now? How was the flight and stuff?
"Urm... yeah great, thanks." He replied hastily. "Look, I need your help. I'm here in the town but now what do I do? I have the address and stuff but should I go there straight away or go out for a drink and stuff first? Seriously, what the hell do I do? I was hoping to avoid seeing my mum for as long as I can. For all I know I might never see daylight again once I go into that house!"
"Dude, don't be stupid, it's not like she's gonna eat you or anything. Look, you just screwed up, it was all an accident. All you need is like, a bribe or a gift or somthing."
"Why?"
"To make her like you again, stupid. Seriously, once you give her a case of wine or somthing all will be forgiven. Trust me."
"Oh great, good idea Kai." he said sarcasticly. "Except I have no idea what to get her. She doesn't even like presents." There was a long silence at the other end.
"What about a puppy?"
"A what? Kai, please don't tell me you just said puppy? That's a stupid idea... Kai you there? Kai?! KAI?" The signal had gone.
"d*mnit!" he cursed out loud. A puppy. What was he thinking? Sometimes he wondered about his dear old friend.
Then again... He turned around to see the sign of a small shop; FURRY CRITTER WORLD
Maybe not a bad idea?
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Post by sukiandcharlie on Nov 9, 2010 9:21:09 GMT -5
The bell on the top of the door rang as it swung open. In stepped a tall, young man with windswept, blonde hair ruffled up so bits stuck out awkwardly. Iver had no idea what he was doing. Had Kai been joking or was he actually being serious? Why was he listening to him anyway? Last time he'd done that they both ended up in a police station and look where thathad taken him. But what else could he do? Afterall, a puppy could be the perfect ice breaker for when he met his family again, they would be too busy fussing over it and picking up it's doo-doos to ask about what had happened in Melbourne. Kai was a smart guy really. He stared around at all the cages, fluffy kittens with squashed faces, annoying yapping dogs, weird looking lizards, screeching parrots. Geez, he thought to himself, how could anyone actually want to buy any of these things? He had never considered himself much of an animal person, he'd grown up riding horses and all, he wasn't a half bad rider, but had never really felt... connected to them. Ah well, now to look for a puppy. He spotted a large glass pen with several fluff balls roaming around. There was, what appeared to be, a fluffy white chihuaha, 3 pugs, a miniature poodle and a wolf cub. Wait, a second. A wolf cub? He looked back at the forlon looking sat in the corner. He was a dusty brown/grey colour with large triangle shaped ears that flopped down either side of his face. Not a great looking little thing but cute nevertheless. Surely it couldn't be a wolf? Wasn't that illegal or somthing? He thought to himself. He was just about to walk up to the counter and pay for it when he spotted a small green plaque on the cage.  3/10? That was a bit harsh? Iver thought to himself, well at least he now knew it wasn't a wild animal. It was small and fluffy, what was the worst it could do? And besides, he had already given it false hope by looking at it, he couldn't let the little fella down. |
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Post by Super <3 on Nov 9, 2010 16:00:30 GMT -5
OOC: Haha umm... I don't think a petstore would be selling a wolfhound... you could have her find one abandoned or from some special petstore.If you like any of those ideas, I could make a board for a special petstore. Or they could sell them to poeple with a license for them and she could have one. Well, I guess they could sell him to your charrie but it would depend on what percent he is.
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Post by sukiandcharlie on Nov 10, 2010 7:15:09 GMT -5
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Post by Super <3 on Nov 10, 2010 18:09:47 GMT -5
Yes, you may! I didn't know anything about the breed so I was guessing it was part wolf. All yours!
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Post by sukiandcharlie on Nov 11, 2010 6:26:28 GMT -5
OOC: hahah, yeah they're not that well known, thank you ^^ x
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Post by sukiandcharlie on Nov 11, 2010 11:07:33 GMT -5
Iver patted his top pocket, furiously trying to find the source of the buzzing noise. He managed to loacte his mobile phone from the depths of his jacket, quickly pulled it out and placed it to his ear. "Hello?" He asked, "Who's this?!"
"It's Finn. Your brother."
"Oh, err.. Hey."
"Hi."
"How are you? Still in Oxford?"
"No, I'm in the same town as you, fool."
"What? Really? Wow, that's so weird! I haven't seen you in like, 10 years!"
"5 months."
"Yeah whatever, anyways, what were you calling about?"
"Well just to tell you I'm in the diner, just down the road from the main street and maybe you'd like to come? I think mum and Morgan are going to be here in like an hour or somthing? I think they're sorting out horsey stuff or somthing."
"Oh yeah that sounds good." Iver felt sick to the pits of his stomach.
"Great, so come here whenever and we'll order a beer or somthing later on. See you"
Before Iver had a chance to tell him he'd rather sit in a corner and burn his eyeballs with a flaming torch, Finn had hung up. They'd never been very close. Funny how people say twins are the closest of all people. They were nothing alike, they never knew what each other were thinking, they didn't like each other and they were never together. Well bang goes that theory then.
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Post by Super <3 on Nov 12, 2010 20:37:08 GMT -5
(I am posting for Tonka)
The boy sat at the wide desk, watching the girls in the store. "Anything I can do for you?" His bright blonde hair fell around his head in a shaggy fashion.
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Post by sukiandcharlie on Nov 13, 2010 0:23:26 GMT -5
As Iver returned hs phone to his shirt pocket, he turned to see a similar aged boy sitting at the desk, "Oh yeah, you could actually. You know that little wolfy-dog thing in that pen?" he indicated to the small pen in which the grey fluffball was tearing at bits of newspaper, how much is it?" He tried to look as friendly as possible (he wasn't very good at that) and flashed a friendly smile, before waiting for the shop assistant's reply.
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Post by Super <3 on Nov 13, 2010 8:16:03 GMT -5
The boy raised his eyebrow. The other boy seemed a bit of a jerk to him. Telling him the price, he waited to see if the boy wanted him for 39.99.
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Post by sukiandcharlie on Nov 13, 2010 9:55:48 GMT -5
Iver could tell the guy didn't like him. It was pretty normal, he didn't give great first impressions. He often came across as a cocky, overly-confident, "i don't really care", player kind of guy. But afterall, it's who he was. "$39.99? Hmmm... not bad" he fumbled around in his wallet before picking out a $50 note. "Here you go." he said as he placed it on the counter, "Oh and I think I might need a leash or somthing too."
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Post by tonkatoy on Nov 18, 2010 7:26:52 GMT -5
"Yeah of course, you can check isle three, they have all of collars and leashes and the dog food's in there too, if you want it." He pointed to the right and went to get the puppy. "Hey bud," he smiled as the puppy perked up his ears. "Yeah your going home now, it'll be nice to get out of this cage huh?" he doubted the ball of fluf understood even a word of what he was saying, but he just kept on staring at him attentively tail thumping the shredded news paper. He turned the key and gently opend the door as the puppy lept into his arms and started licking his face like it was prime ribs. "Oh that guys going to like you." he grinned lifting the still squriming little dog up and carrying him towards the counter to wait for the customer to come back.
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Post by sukiandcharlie on Nov 22, 2010 7:55:14 GMT -5
Iver strolled back to the desk with a small leather leash and collar in his hand and a bag of "Doggie Chum" food in the other. He gently placed it on the desk as he looked at the small puppy sitting on the floor. "Hey little guy" he said, smiling at the small critter that was wagging it's tail nervously. "So how much will this be?"
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Post by tonkatoy on Nov 22, 2010 11:38:04 GMT -5
"that'll be fifty dollars." he smiled "so it looks like your all set."
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