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Creative Arts and Media => Roleplay => Fun RP => Topic started by: Kid Jojo™ on March 17, 2009, 05:01:46 AM
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Kewt Title huh?...Well, anyways.....The setting is at Heads n' Tails
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An abandoned Industrial Factory that was converted to an adoption center a few years ago by the local Fire Department, the FTFD (Furry Taverns Fire Dep.).
In the front is is small sign, in which small, sloppily written words read:
All lost, mistreated, or abandoned animals welcome
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Just state your:
Name:
Age:
Physical Att.s:
Reason for Request (RR):
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(This Is Where You Begin!)
Name: Xander Jojo Swiftclaw
Age: 8
Physical Att.s: About 4'9", Medium length, spikey light-blue hair,
eyecolor and base fur color match hair w/
white underbelly, wears knee-cut capris and
black shirts, likes to walk around
barefooted
RR: Tired of being Mistreadted by my former human
guardians, I dialed 911, sending the police over to my
residence, a small, 1 story house near a lake, to
come and take me away from the hell hole to the
Center. I have been a resident for about a month now.
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~walks out into the lobby and, noticing the new fur, walks over and sits next to him.~ "Hey man, what's been up?"
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I looked at the little hybrid that walked up to me. I saw no contempt or fear in its wide eyes and I raised my eyebrow as it came near. I then determined it was a boy that has been through rough times, but has healed. I sat in a lotus position to get comfortable and spoke to him with a warm and friendly tone, "Heya. I'm Donovan, and I'm glad to see someone not afraid of my 'odd' demeanor. After you tell me your name, you really have to show me around. I'm famished," and I perked my ears up to listen to him, smiling openly.
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I smiled warmly and sat down on the floor next to him,"...The name's Xander!.....But you can just call me Jojo or Joji, or Jo or whatever." I extended my paw out in a shake and smiled again.
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"I'll call you Jojo," I said as I shake his contrastingly tiny paw. He reminded me of a little brother, how cute and open he seemed, but I dispersed that thought. "It's good to have a friend here. I came out of no other reason than my friends' neglect and my father's uncaring for my social status. I..." I hesitated, my smile disappearing for a moment, "I don't feel secure without those I love around me. I was hoping I could find a keeper... a father- or mother-figure to love and care for me. And maybe we'll be lucky enough to share the same guardian, Jojo," I smiled again as I said that, my stomach growling loudly even under my fur and my sweater.
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I smiled when he said the word implied us getting the same guardian." Well, you've come to the right place!" I gave him another toothy grin, then stood up and stretched my back,"..Wanna go get some food?..I know where a diner is down the street.."
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I stooded up and nodd, "Need food. Yaff. Need food good!" I say in a stereotypical "caveman" voice. I passively noted that I stand a foot and three inches taller than my new found friend, and I realize I might be seen as his guardian as it is. I scratched my head and followed him by his side, taking one stride for each of his two.
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I giggled at his 'Caveman' impression, then started towards the main office counter to get our passes,"Oh!...Did you get your pass made yet?"
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I made The Donny Face* and look at him, then grin, "Passes, huh? Nope, don't got one. I should right now,"
*Eyes open as much as possible, brow furrowed down as much as possible, mouth drawn as wide as possible. Looks like I have constipation.
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"Here, we can use my pass for today...I'll go take ya to the nurses office, that sound okay?"I turned in the direction of the nurses office.
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I realize he doesn't know the Face yet, and explain to him it is my only expression of contempt, and I do so because it looks hilarious. "Quite fine, let's go chow down... Nurse's office. Fehhh..."
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I laughed out loud, then capped my mouth from laughing anymore. I wiped my eyes and headed over to the counter, stoop on my tippy-toes, and began to talk to the assistant ,"Name Please?" "..Uhh...Xander Swiftclaw.." "Okay! Be Safe..". She handed me my pass and I motioned over to Donovan. "All Set?"
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I looked myself over at that point, seeing that I had clothes on. That was all I needed, so I shrugged and walked behind Jojo, messing with his hair for fun.
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I smiled as he ruffled my hair, then walked out of the double doors and shoved my paws in my pockets."..So, how long do ya expect to be in this place ya think?"
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Name:Wolfgang
Age: 9
Physical Att.s:skinny, almost malnurioused.
Reason for Request (RR):Wolfgang was abused by his owner and he managed to escape to the adoption center. He wears cut up jeans, and a torn shirt and his fur is covered in mud.
Wolfgang walks into the center and looks around. "Hello?"
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I let my smile twitch... I think to myself, how long?
I realize I have no answer and mumbled, with my head down, "Now is forever... I'd rather not think about the future..." and adjusted my Cab Hat. As I look up, a pitiful little scrap passes us. I double back quickly, "Oh man... What happened to you? Did you fight a war or something? Ah... Jojo, food later, this kid first," and I realized how ridiculous I must have seemed saying this next to Jojo...
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"Alright bud, let's go give him a 'what's up'!". I followed him back into the center
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Wolfgang looks around the center. "Hello...can someone help?"
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I ran up behind the other kid and touched him on the back, getting his attention. "Hey man, watcha need?". I gave him a warming smile
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"I need he;p, I don't have anywhere to go." wolfgang said turning to him with big eyes.
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Name: Jambles
Age: 13
" Where would you like to go" Asked Jambles with her wide open blue eyes.
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Tyrus
Age: 14
Physical Attributes: two black horns on the top of the skull going to the back of his skull, then jutting out at a 45 degree angle from his jaw, many scars from what looks like cutting and stabbing are apparent all over his chest and back, wearing only a pair of baggy tattered black jean pants for decency. Beyond that, he looks relatively healthy and can speak for himself.
Reason for Request: Tyrus was automatically requested when his owner was arrested for abusing pet, witnesses say he was used as a 'punching bag' for his owner's frustrations.
As I walk into the building, I realize how different I was from most of the others that we admitted, I easily stood about a foot or two above most of them! But, I pushed the thought away as I walked up to the main office, and went straight to the assistant. "Excuse me" I asked, trying to not seem threatening "But is this where I can get a pass...I'm Tyrus, just got sent here a few minutes ago.." and all I got from her was a stunned look, then an uneasy smile as she nodded and handed me the pass. Then when I turn around, I notice three others surrounding one sickly looking kid. I get in a crouching position as my curiosity gets the best of me "Is something wrong here?"
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Name: Cory
Age: 13
Physical attributes: Cory, an arctic wolf, has lived on the streets for most of his life, and has few friends. He has an almost insatiable appetite, and a knack for getting into trouble at a moments notice. Due to the numerous times he has run afoul of street gangs, he is very timid. In one such event, he lost most of the sight in his left eye.
Reason for Request: Found by the police after being beaten one night, he was given into the adoption center's custody after being treated by the doctor.
Cory walked into the adoption center, still sore from his latest beating. He clutched his worn grey hoody around him, hoping no one would notice him. If no one noticed him, no one would be mad at him. The wolf scanned the room with his good eye. Most everyone here seemed distracted by another pet in the center of the room, so Cory slid down into the corner of the room. They said things would be better here, but the wolf wasn't so sure.