a day in the life [open]

[Elijah de Abbith]

Huff. A soft puff of white mist rose from the dark, wet nose being jabbed at his hand, a doggy sigh dragged up from the belly of the beast. Amber eyes stared dolefully upwards to meet those of Elijah de Abbith, whose own eyes had decided on teal for the moment. They stared at each other for a couple of moments, before Riley snorted into his palm, thumped his tail against the back of the bench, and tried to make all ninety pounds of himself fit in his master's lap.

Elijah 'eep'ed as the dog elbowed him in the thigh in his crawling, narrowly missing a far more... delicate section of his body. He gave the dog a solid pat on the shoulder, scowling down at the set of black shoulders his German Shepherd had decided to present to him. "Oh, come on. I control food intake, and you can't even watch the crotch? Remember what happened last time I got home and you decided ramming me between the legs was a proper greeting?" he muttered darkly to the black and silver dog, scratching absently behind one ear. He was ignored, of course. The bloody dog had no sympathy or tact. Maybe he would gain it with age? He wasn't quite out of canine adolescence, after all.

Amazingly, he looked... normal. A rather scruffy adult with a black and silver German Shepherd doing it's lap dog impression. The male looked bored, watching those in the park and donating his right hand to the cause of warming his dog's nose, while the dog looked like it wanted to take a nap. It wasn't a really rare sight. Elijah wound up at the park a few times a week to let Riley run loose. The dog hated leashes, but it wasn't as if he couldn't control the big canine. Heck, it was his dog, and he was smart enough to know he could get his ass sued off if Riley tried to rip out someone's jugular or something. The joys of training, socializing, and occasionally agreeing to sessions of wrestling or tug-of-war with your dog. Only within the comfort and privacy of his apartment, of course, but nevertheless.

The people drifting around the park today were rather boring, though. There was no one doing anything worth noting, no one trying to light a fire (he had gotten many a laugh out of watching someone attempting to light a fire and helping a bit too much), no one doing... well... anything interesting. If anyone started trying to make out, he would definitely be watching, but no was so he had to settle for gazing out at the sky and absently scratching behind Riley's ears.

Just a typical day.

[Aubree Sinclair]

She was cold, but perhaps Blackbriar called for such weather conditions and tight knit feelings. Feelings. Hah, Aubree had just about enough of the word as she did the emotion. Time couldn’t fly by any slower than it was already doing and it sincerely broke her heart. The days seemed to drag on as if each passing day were merely an hour of the many twenty-four that she had to suffer in this dreaded place. It was a silent reminder of the person she was and not the person she was meant to be . She had no real purpose that she could formidably view; however, she had been taught to appreciate the time she was given in such a place. As much as it pained the twenty-two year-old girl, she had to agree with the teaching. She had been given a new start – if you please; a life to live without discrimination and judgmental humans breathing down her neck.

Aubree – at the moment – wanted none of this behavior, wanted none of the life she lived as of now. She wanted freedom, she wanted adventure; she wanted to be unique in the eyes of the ‘normal’ and not the same to everyone inhabiting this sullen place. It was apparent she wouldn’t find such escapades in Miracle Park; however, the cold seemed to whisk away the forlorn thoughts that permeated her mind. Her mind was now ambiguous and not a thought could be processed clearly. She eulogized herself breathlessly and continued her amble though the park.

As if a contrast against the pale hue of the snow scattered among the ground in tiny heaps, her cerulean eyes shone brightly as if they held the secret to all humanity; as if they held the secret that their captives requested for their demise. She tugged furiously at the coat adorning her lithe frame as if a mere tug would alert the coat of the warm needed to protrude from it. The warmth that was needed, however, was not given to the rather peeved girl as her walk took her further into the park precisely in the direction in which Elijah and his dog resided, but she’d have to deal. Didn’t the very weather condition caress her despondent mind from roaming the edges of insanity?

[Elijah de Abbith]

Riley shifted sleepily on his lap, then sneezed into his hand and lifted his head to observe the girl, approaching steadily. Elijah grimaced, shaking his hand in the air to try and get the wetness from both the dog's nose and what came out of it off his palm. Riley, ever the opportunistic, got to his paws and leaped off his master's lap, thumping him in the face with his tail in the process. He flinched back, then heaved a sigh and wiped his hand on his jeans as he watched the dog go pelting through the lumps of snow.

Woof, woof! It wasn't the loud, repeated, artillery-esque bark used whenever something got him alarmed or excited. It was quieter, friendlier, what Elijah had dubbed the 'gleeful moron' bark. There weren't many strangers to this dog, though. He panted happily up at her, then rammed his nose at one of her hands, sniffing intently. Apparently, she passed. he sneezed heartily, then backed up a bit and gave her a broad doggy grin. By now, Elijah had decided to save the poor girl from the clutches of the Canine Menace.

He had stopped about ten feet away, calling firmly to the dog, "Riley! C'mon, you idiot, stop attacking random passerby. Vampire dog," the last comment was mumbled drolly. Based off of any specific incident? Never. Riley had discerning taste in who was a stranger and who wasn't, though, and Elijah had finally decided it had to do with blood type. Thus, Vampire Dog. Jesus. It sounded like the title of some comic book or something.

Riley had indeed returned to his owner, and sat down next to him, leaning against his leg. Elijah glanced down, eyebrows raised skeptically before shifting away. Riley yipped, almost fell, and then managed to scramble back to his paws, shoot his master a foul look, and lay down right where he was. The bipedal side of the relationship just grinned, and then looked abruptly back up at the girl, eyebrows raised. "So, who're you?"

[Aubree Sinclair]

Oblivious to any sound whatsoever, the feeling of the wet nostril forced upon her hand caused her blue hues to glance down suddenly and instinctively remove her hand from the beast’s prying nose. The friendly bark resounded in her ears as she continued to gaze at the dog before she slowly bent down and let her hand rest on the dog’s head. She allowed her digits to roam his head and caress his ear gently doing much pleasure to the dog. It wasn’t unusual for dogs’ of his nature to be as friendly as they were; however, she consciously wondered where the owner could possibly be. Perhaps the poor thing hand run off and with a free hand she roamed the region of his neck as she searched for any sign of collar.

Her exploration was quickly rendered as the calling of the beast sent him fleeing in his master’s direction, and Aubree found herself standing once again and musing over the owner’s address of the dog. “Vampire dog, eh?” she muttered rather inaudibly and to herself rather than any one else. She shrugged her lithe shoulders and turned on one heel in order to retreat further into the park, but the sound of Elijah’s question wafted gently into her ear which caused to abruptly turn and gaze at him gingerly.

So, who’re you?

The question didn’t seem a very nice introduction especially after his dog had gently molested her hand, but she couldn’t always expect people to understand and grasp a proper introduction. After all, she had at times never formally introduced herself, so why did she feel the need to judge so quickly? She allowed a smile to paint itself upon her lips before she gestured to the dog and spoke quietly, “A friend of his.” Yes, if he could be discreet in his introduction, so she would too; however, she felt a name would suffice his question better, so she added, “My name is Aubree. Your’s?” She left her surname out for she felt that it wasn’t needed and never thought differently of a person who introduced themselves with their last name.

[Elijah de Abbith]

Elijah missed her own 'vampire dog' comment. She had, after all, muttered it, and he was a bit far away to hear it. She had also been turning to leave when his question reached her. He watched her turn back around and look at him, he himself still standing where he had been. Why would he not be? Asking a question and then running for the hills was hardly a good way to start conversation, after all. A hint of amusement flickered into his eyes at that thought, and out just as quickly. Quite the odd duck, Elijah.

Riley watched the girl sleepily, ears perking a couple of degrees when he was indicated. There was no more indication he might be needed, though, so he heaved out a sigh, yawned, and set his head on his paws. Sleepy Time, the general look declared, and Elijah left him to his snoozing for now. His eyebrows quirked upwards, amused, as she gestured at his dog and then gave him her first name. ”I’m Elijah.” No point in giving your first name if whoever you were talking to hadn’t given theirs.

Aubree. Alright then. She had already heard Riley’s name, hopefully, and plus he was sleeping. Let sleeping dogs lie, right? It was just common courtesy... well, he didn’t have much of that, but nevertheless. He used what he had on his dog, mostly. It was, after all, one of the few beings who had done anything to deserve it. Content with the observation, he glanced from Riley to Abby. He was in his normal mood (bored but curious, a tad twitchy and wishing for something to do with his hands, and watching everything), which was a nice change from all the people in the town who were depressed or sadistic or whatnot. At least, he saw it that way. If you got your kicks and giggles out of homicide, good for you, but go murder someone who wasn’t him. No, dying was not at all an advisable course of action.