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Like a dog [c]
POSTED ON May 5, 2020 19:39:16 GMT
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Like a dog [c]
i used to dream in the dark of palisades park
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[attr="class","illiepost"] [attr="class","illieicon"]  [attr="class","illie b]sometimes, it's nice to take a break from duties to enjoy the little things in life. today is no exception for the scientist as she opts for fresh air instead of the stuffiness of a lab. there's something about the sun shining down on you during a quiet walk that seems to make everything feel warm and comfortable. well, it was supposed to be quiet, anyway. coincidences or fate or the like always seem to have other plans. barking draws her attention away from picking out shapes in the clouds overhead. it's coming from in front of her, loud and demanding attention. the two dogs at her sides, a growlithe and golden poochyena, practically jump at the noise. they're friendly, sure, but shy little things. clara, especially... the poochyena lets out a soft whine and drifts closer to illeana's now stilling legs as the foreign growlithe approaches. "hello there," she coos, bending to get closer. "you're so cute!" a smile graces her features as the canine continues to bark. favilla responds in kind with a yip of her own and a wag of a floofy tail. and then, her eyes are roaming because a cute dog like this has to have a trainer, right? sure enough she finds a man with another canine hovering close to the bench he's on. before she can consider the notion of stranger danger, she's sauntering closer with both of her pokemon at her heels. clara sticks closer than favilla as the fire type is more interested in the canines than the man himself. "hey," she chirps once she's within speaking distance. a hand rises with a slight wave and then hovers at her ear, tucking a stray piece of dark hair behind one ear. "are these your growlithe?" and then, a soft giggle follows before she's glancing toward the one that had been barking at them. "this one seems pretty chatty!" [attr="class","illietag"]@joe [attr="class","illiepoke"]       [newclass=.illiepost] width:350px; text-transform:lowercase; text-align:justify; font-family:verdana; font-size:10px; padding-left:10px; [/newclass] [newclass=.illieicon] height:100px; width: 100px; float:left; padding-right:5px; [/newclass] [newclass=.illie b] color:#E37474; [/newclass] [newclass=.illietag] width:300px; text-transform:lowercase; font-family:georgia; font-size:12px; text-align:right; [/newclass] [newclass=.illiepoke] width:300px; text-align:right; [/newclass] |
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Like a dog [c]
POSTED ON May 9, 2020 23:36:58 GMT
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[attr="class","illiepost"] [attr="class","illieicon"] [attr="class","illie b]she's quick to fall for a dog. there's something about canines that never fails to capture her. hook, line, and sinker every time. perhaps it's that affinity that prompts her to drift closer, to find the owner to gush over their choice in pokemon. she doesn't have to look far. in fact, the chatty growlithe practically leads them back. clara sticks close, golden fur brushing against the scientist's ankles with each step she takes. she's careful to move slow, to be considerate of the meek poochyena. favilla, on the other hand? her own growlithe is already dissolving into playtime with the other two canines, soft barks of her own mingling with theirs. it's cute, really. something she probably would love to see more of... perhaps she should consider finding another to keep hers company. the man is quick to rise, nearly dropping his phone in the process, and she's untucking the strand of hair behind her ear only to retuck it a moment later. "they're adorable," she coos. and then, her other hand quickly waves about, fanning his question away without hesitation. "oh, no, they didn't!" reassurance drips from every syllable and it almost strikes her as odd in a way. usually, she's the one needing reassurance, needing to apologize for something or someone. "no need to apologize," she chirps. her smile widens and she's flushing slightly, hand leaving her hair alone to extend toward him. "illeana, illeana reyes. it's a pleasure, sir!" clara peers up at the man from beside her, blue eyes sharp and cautious. she presses a little closer, applying mild pressure into illeana's ankles. a soft mixture of a growl and a yip escapes her, then, and the scientist is glancing down not even a moment later. while favilla joins thomas in rolling around the grass, the woman bends to scoop up her poochyena, hands slowly beginning to trace light circles into aureate fur in a soothing manner. "have you had them long?" [attr="class","illietag"]@joe [attr="class","illiepoke"] [newclass=.illiepost] width:350px; text-transform:lowercase; text-align:justify; font-family:verdana; font-size:10px; padding-left:10px; [/newclass] [newclass=.illieicon] height:100px; width: 100px; float:left; padding-right:5px; [/newclass] [newclass=.illie b] color:#E37474; [/newclass] [newclass=.illietag] width:300px; text-transform:lowercase; font-family:georgia; font-size:12px; text-align:right; [/newclass] [newclass=.illiepoke] width:300px; text-align:right; [/newclass] |
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POSTED ON May 18, 2020 0:18:15 GMT
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[attr="class","illiepost"] [attr="class","illieicon"] [attr="class","illie b]the smile flashed is genuine, pleasant, almost friendly. it's a pleasure, indeed. at her side, clara stares up at the man as their hands complete the shake. hers returns to her side a moment later and the poochyena is pressing closer to her. joe's attention shifts ever so slightly toward the golden pup, much to her chagrin. as if meek and uncomfortable, clara shrinks away from his eyes while her own dart away toward her frolicking sister. favilla is more than happy to get rowdy with his pair of growlithe. they're fun, energetic, everything she wants in play mates! a volley of yips escapes her as she bounces toward paul. a playful growl follows and then, she's pouncing with every intent to have a mini wrestling match. an eyebrow raises and illeana is leaning forward slightly, hanging on every word. he hatched them? oh, that must've been so exciting! "how did you hatch them?" it comes tumbling from her mouth before she can stop it and a moment later she's flushing with mild embarrassment. quick to cover up her eagerness, she adds, "if you don't mind me asking, that is!" her curiosity only heightens with the mention of four other growlithe just like these two. wow, incredible. that must be some dedication. "oh," she murmurs, cheeks deepening in color as the spotlight shifts toward her. how long has she had her two girls? well... her mind tries to pinpoint the exact date but she has a feeling he isn't too concerned about specifics. and so, she brightens and chirps out a reply with a smile. "a few months! i stumbled upon both of them in the safari. they're total cuddlebugs." a fondness seeps through the syllables and it's rather obvious that the scientist is completely enamored with each of her pokemon. there's something about each one of them that seems to set them apart from others of their kind... perhaps the specific personality traits or the way they mesh so well with her own. either way, she's the picture of pride when discussing her babies. clara stares at joe as he slowly approaches, the tips of her claws digging slightly into illeana's arms. the woman doesn't mind, however. instead, she giggles and offers a gentle dip of her head. "of course!" and then, with a glance down toward the golden pup in her arms, she's quickly adding, "she's a little shy, though." or wary of strangers. both work in the end. [attr="class","illietag"]@joe [attr="class","illiepoke"] [newclass=.illiepost] width:350px; text-transform:lowercase; text-align:justify; font-family:verdana; font-size:10px; padding-left:10px; [/newclass] [newclass=.illieicon] height:100px; width: 100px; float:left; padding-right:5px; [/newclass] [newclass=.illie b] color:#E37474; [/newclass] [newclass=.illietag] width:300px; text-transform:lowercase; font-family:georgia; font-size:12px; text-align:right; [/newclass] [newclass=.illiepoke] width:300px; text-align:right; [/newclass] |
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