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Post by HUNTER SEBASTIAN BANKS on Jan 19, 2013 16:00:40 GMT -5
OUTFIT Hunter sat in the back pew quietly. It was a weekday, the church was empty and quiet, but he didn't mind that. He found solace in the church, God was the only father that never left him. Bandit barked from beneath the pew and Hunter hissed quiet "Shh." The dog hadn't left his side since they met in Ohio, so Hunter snuck him everywhere he could.
Hunter had been sleeping under the awning of the old repair shop, but the last few days had been rainy, so he'd taken solace at the church. Mostly outside under the overhang. Sometimes priests let him stay with them, or in the church at least. It had been a while since Hunter had a good shower. Sure, in the rain he'd soaped up himself and the dog, pulled on a broken leash. But that wasn't the same.
It was hard to be homeless.
But Hunter didn't miss his father, or the foster system. They probably wouldn't even bother to look for him or anything anyway. He knew he had to talk to that lady, but how? It was such a strange set up. He bowed his head quietly and debated going to the florists, maybe he'd have to confront her.... Maybe he should check into a cheap motel in Atlanta and wash up first...But then again, he was already in hand-me-down pants that were a little too big, boots that were a little too small.
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Post by EMMALINE KAYLA GALLAGHER on Jan 21, 2013 12:38:51 GMT -5
Emmaline tugged her little pups back to her. They were on their first walk on a leash and because they were unused to the restricting leash they were testing out how far they could run. She smiled at the sight of their small tails wagging away. As she began to pass the church, the dogs stopped and changed direction. Emmaline grunted as her arm was dragged in a different direction but decided to follow her dogs none the less. She relaxed her arm with the leash and sauntered into the church not really paying attention.
A moment later and her arm was tugged so sharply she stumbled forwards and dropped the leads. She groaned and rubbed at her arm and her shoulder. Bloody dogs. She heard the clamber of the leads hit the floor and bounce around as the excited dogs ran towards the boy and his dog.
"Lexie. Lady" she called and clicked her tongue but the dogs didn't return. She bit her lip and ran forward to grab her dogs. "Sorry, they are only young" she apologized and pulled the dogs back. "They are harmless" she added before clamping her lips together in a bid to stay somewhat silent.
"Are you okay?" She asked after a moment. She thought he looked a little, well, rough. She knelt down next to Lady and rubbed at her soft coat.
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Post by HUNTER SEBASTIAN BANKS on Jan 22, 2013 17:35:17 GMT -5
A pretty girl walked into the church, with two little dogs. He saw them out of the corner of his eyes, but the little puppies seemed to sense they weren't the only dogs there and managed to dash over to his chair. He chuckled a little loudly, covering his mouth once he realized he was in a church.
Bandit looked up at the yapping puppies with a comic and confused look. He wasn't an agressive dog, he could tolerate a lot. But not when it came to being fed. Hunter understood that. The girl spoke and he smiled at her lightly, "Its not a problem, I get it." He said. He wasn't sure his dog was so harmless, considering he'd never seen a vet and didn't have him registered or anything.
Then he got asked a fairly typical question. "Yeah, I'm okay." Was his usual answer, because what was he going to say? Hi, I've been homeless for several weeks because I ran away from foster care? No one generally actually cared or even wanted to know. Hunter gave her a boyish smile.
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Post by EMMALINE KAYLA GALLAGHER on Jan 28, 2013 12:21:42 GMT -5
She stayed knelt down with her pups racing to get out of her arms. She pulled their leads back to her. "You like dogs then?" She asked though it was rather obvious since he had a dog with him. Thank god they were still puppies. If they had been fully grown. Emma may not have been able to hold them back.
"What's your dogs name?" She asked as she ran her hand over Lady's fur. Of course she had named her little chocolte labrador after the dog in Lady and the Tramp. She smiled shyly at him then stood up. Groaning ever so slightly as she did so. She struggled against the dogs who were scrambling to get to the other dog again. She managed to hold them to her, but it took a lot of her energy.
What Emmaline wanted to say was 'really?' But she settled for a polite nod. "Are you religious?" She pried seeing no other reason for him to be in church. She was trying to stand still and not kick awkwardly at the floor. It didn't seem right to skid her feet across the floor of a church, so she settled for playing with the buttons on the extender leads.
She wasn't sure why she stayed to talk with him, maybe it was because he looked around her sisters age and or despite looking a little rough he did not look at all threatening. There was something quite endearing in his smile. [/size] |
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Post by HUNTER SEBASTIAN BANKS on Jan 29, 2013 9:28:33 GMT -5
"His name's Bandit," Hunter said, patting the scraggly mutt on the head. Bandit was of course homeless, like him, but the dog had adopted him, so Hunter doubted that he belonged to someone else. The mutt had made the last months bearable.
"I suppose," Hunter shrugged. He liked church, he liked myths, he liked the idea that someone, something, out there was watching over him, keeping him safe. "Are you?" He asked, she too was in a church after all. But then again, it could just be another building to her.
Hunter made a little room on his pew. "Would you like to sit down?" After he asked, he realized he could smell, but he hoped he smelled well enough- it was hard to be sure.
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