--The following transcript was a live chat roleplay--
<Peter Parkman> Since moving into the apartment, Peter made a habit of taking all of the dogs with him to the animal shelter each night. He had to check in on the business and make sure everything was running smoothly - he would relieve the other employees and would close up shop, making sure the place was organised and sorted for the next day. The apartment was cramped for five dogs, however, and they needed their exercise. So he would take them to work and let them play in the pen out back while he worked. The weather was mild so he wore a pair of jeans and joggers, and just a plain grey t-shirt. The dogs surged around him while he walked, but their lolling tongues and happy pants made him feel lighter. More aloof. Less weighed down by emotions that he didn't know how to handle. He always got a few looks with the dogs, but he ignored them, and did his best to enjoy the fresh air.
<Felicity> Coming back to Harper Rock Felicity had been thinking more and more about getting her own place. She had looked at a few places and tonight she wanted to look at West Towers. They were nice so she understood the price that was being asked. It was still a lot for her to think about though. She decided to walk back home, or just simply walk the city. It was a habit of hers that she had formed. She had been in a good mood, she figured it had to do with getting out more. Felicity had been pushing herself to be around people more often to put herself out there and see what happens. It was all a part of her changing to be better than what she had been.
<Peter Parkman> When walking, Peter made a habit of not making eye contact with anyone. He was not a sociable sort. He was not overly friendly, except to those he knew. And even then, most people thought he was far too blunt and logical for their liking, and assumed he was always trying to be some kind of asshole. These days he kept himself to himself; his progeny were quiet, and he went out enough now in the hope to keep Keara happy. But 'out' consisted only of this; of walking from the Towers to the animal shelter. He'd stop in at the Asylum on the way back, before going home to his apartment. Which he did not leave. There was no other reason to. No one to force him out. No reason to think anyone would care too much, beyond Keara. Ahead, there was another dog tied up to a pole outside of a convenience store. Normally, Peter's dogs were fine with other dogs, but other dogs sometimes were not so fine with Peter's dogs. Ahead, there was a blonde walking toward them; Peter could see disaster about to ensue, but he continued to walk anyway, his head mostly bowed and his knuckles white as he held the leashes tight in his grip.
<Felicity> She continued walking thinking through the apartments she had looked at. She had to keep herself busy, she didn't want to leave again but she didn't want to keep to herself as much as she had been. She glanced around briefly but didn't really take note of anything till she returned to her thoughts. It wouldn't take much to get her attention but as she became tangled into leashes of dogs, with them barkin and another that had been tied up looking like it was ready to eat her, her thoughts left her and she was present in the here and now and she began to fumble with the leashes trying to untangle herself. "I am so sorry" She said shaking her head now mostly at herself.
<Peter Parkman> In retrospect, Peter realised he should have walked on the right hand side. It would have meant the dogs would all have a go at each other but at least the blonde would have been able to pass hassle free. Instead, Peter had stuck to the left, trying to keep his dogs close to his legs and to keep them away from the other one. But of course, chaos ensued. Just as the blonde was passing, too. Hunter was the biggest, and it was Hunter who caused the disruption; as the stranger dog lunged forward, Hunter lunged back. Hunter, who just wanted to play. Hunter, the alpha male, who the other dogs followed. Bright light bathed the footpath from the convenience store, and the music of the radio blared from the open door. Were there even speakers mounted outside, too? "No, no... they're usually so well behaved," he mumbled, trying his best to pull the dogs back. "They won't hurt you. I mean... mine won't," he clarified. He wasn't too sure about the other dog. The one that was not his.
<Felicity> She was working on getting herself untangled from the chaos, she could hear the music blaring and then heard him speaking. She didn’t get a chance to look up once she heard him speak of the other dog. Instead she moved to get further away from that dog. However of course that only caused more havoc on her. She continued fumbling with the leashes and finally got her right leg free. Of course between untangling herself she ended up petting a few of the dogs. She was an animal lover and she missed her pets, the ones she hadn’t bought with her to Harper Rock. Before she could get lost into her thoughts, the music playing on the radio caught her attention. It was an interesting sounding song, with an eerie sense to it. Looking up at the man who had been walking the dogs she smiled, and as she heard more of the song she found herself completely lost for words.
<Peter Parkman> Most of Peter's attention was on his dogs. He needed them to sit still. To heel. But they weren't listening. They were far too excited; some of them with the other dog, and some of them with the blonde. They were suckers for attention, and were friendly to anyone they thought worth their time. Vampires didn't bother them, given that they lived with one. The music didn't really register with Peter, either, but he could hear it. Like an intoxicating scent, it wormed its way into his brain so that when he finally looked up and caught the blonde's eye, he was hooked. If he could blush, the colour would have flooded his cheeks. As it was, his lips curled into an awkward, boyish grin and, for a few moments, the dogs were allowed to do as they pleased. Peter hardly paid any mind to the person now exiting the convenience store, now taking control of their own dog far better than Peter was managing to take control of his.
<Peter Parkman> Since moving into the apartment, Peter made a habit of taking all of the dogs with him to the animal shelter each night. He had to check in on the business and make sure everything was running smoothly - he would relieve the other employees and would close up shop, making sure the place was organised and sorted for the next day. The apartment was cramped for five dogs, however, and they needed their exercise. So he would take them to work and let them play in the pen out back while he worked. The weather was mild so he wore a pair of jeans and joggers, and just a plain grey t-shirt. The dogs surged around him while he walked, but their lolling tongues and happy pants made him feel lighter. More aloof. Less weighed down by emotions that he didn't know how to handle. He always got a few looks with the dogs, but he ignored them, and did his best to enjoy the fresh air.
<Felicity> Coming back to Harper Rock Felicity had been thinking more and more about getting her own place. She had looked at a few places and tonight she wanted to look at West Towers. They were nice so she understood the price that was being asked. It was still a lot for her to think about though. She decided to walk back home, or just simply walk the city. It was a habit of hers that she had formed. She had been in a good mood, she figured it had to do with getting out more. Felicity had been pushing herself to be around people more often to put herself out there and see what happens. It was all a part of her changing to be better than what she had been.
Wearing - with a pair of black converse
<Peter Parkman> When walking, Peter made a habit of not making eye contact with anyone. He was not a sociable sort. He was not overly friendly, except to those he knew. And even then, most people thought he was far too blunt and logical for their liking, and assumed he was always trying to be some kind of asshole. These days he kept himself to himself; his progeny were quiet, and he went out enough now in the hope to keep Keara happy. But 'out' consisted only of this; of walking from the Towers to the animal shelter. He'd stop in at the Asylum on the way back, before going home to his apartment. Which he did not leave. There was no other reason to. No one to force him out. No reason to think anyone would care too much, beyond Keara. Ahead, there was another dog tied up to a pole outside of a convenience store. Normally, Peter's dogs were fine with other dogs, but other dogs sometimes were not so fine with Peter's dogs. Ahead, there was a blonde walking toward them; Peter could see disaster about to ensue, but he continued to walk anyway, his head mostly bowed and his knuckles white as he held the leashes tight in his grip.
<Felicity> She continued walking thinking through the apartments she had looked at. She had to keep herself busy, she didn't want to leave again but she didn't want to keep to herself as much as she had been. She glanced around briefly but didn't really take note of anything till she returned to her thoughts. It wouldn't take much to get her attention but as she became tangled into leashes of dogs, with them barkin and another that had been tied up looking like it was ready to eat her, her thoughts left her and she was present in the here and now and she began to fumble with the leashes trying to untangle herself. "I am so sorry" She said shaking her head now mostly at herself.
<Peter Parkman> In retrospect, Peter realised he should have walked on the right hand side. It would have meant the dogs would all have a go at each other but at least the blonde would have been able to pass hassle free. Instead, Peter had stuck to the left, trying to keep his dogs close to his legs and to keep them away from the other one. But of course, chaos ensued. Just as the blonde was passing, too. Hunter was the biggest, and it was Hunter who caused the disruption; as the stranger dog lunged forward, Hunter lunged back. Hunter, who just wanted to play. Hunter, the alpha male, who the other dogs followed. Bright light bathed the footpath from the convenience store, and the music of the radio blared from the open door. Were there even speakers mounted outside, too? "No, no... they're usually so well behaved," he mumbled, trying his best to pull the dogs back. "They won't hurt you. I mean... mine won't," he clarified. He wasn't too sure about the other dog. The one that was not his.
<Felicity> She was working on getting herself untangled from the chaos, she could hear the music blaring and then heard him speaking. She didn’t get a chance to look up once she heard him speak of the other dog. Instead she moved to get further away from that dog. However of course that only caused more havoc on her. She continued fumbling with the leashes and finally got her right leg free. Of course between untangling herself she ended up petting a few of the dogs. She was an animal lover and she missed her pets, the ones she hadn’t bought with her to Harper Rock. Before she could get lost into her thoughts, the music playing on the radio caught her attention. It was an interesting sounding song, with an eerie sense to it. Looking up at the man who had been walking the dogs she smiled, and as she heard more of the song she found herself completely lost for words.
<Peter Parkman> Most of Peter's attention was on his dogs. He needed them to sit still. To heel. But they weren't listening. They were far too excited; some of them with the other dog, and some of them with the blonde. They were suckers for attention, and were friendly to anyone they thought worth their time. Vampires didn't bother them, given that they lived with one. The music didn't really register with Peter, either, but he could hear it. Like an intoxicating scent, it wormed its way into his brain so that when he finally looked up and caught the blonde's eye, he was hooked. If he could blush, the colour would have flooded his cheeks. As it was, his lips curled into an awkward, boyish grin and, for a few moments, the dogs were allowed to do as they pleased. Peter hardly paid any mind to the person now exiting the convenience store, now taking control of their own dog far better than Peter was managing to take control of his.
