027 - Awoooooo!

[silentrunning]

[Every week or so, without fail, Chell has been wandering by the animal shelter in town. She's been looking for the perfect animal. Having a Magikarp is awesome... But sometimes she wants an animal who's more mobile than a Magikarp. And today she's found the perfect pet.

She's standing in front of a kennel, wherein is sitting adog. Not just any dog though. It's a dog of indeterminate breed, with one ear that perpetually droops over, one brown eye and one blue and a docked tail. His fur is a mottled black and brown but he has a random white ring around one eye, and a white spot on his butt.]

"Would you like to adopt him, dear?"

[the worker asked with a smile as she had for many animals, but this time Chell nodded her head. And a few minutes later, she was walking out of the shelter with a leash in hand.]

[And a little while later, Chell opens her journal and writes a question to the residents at large.]

If you adopted a dog, what would you name it?

[She sketches a picture into the journal for reference.]

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[the_effect_she_has]

[She thought about it.] I don't know if I would adopt a dog, but if I did, I'd call him District 12.

[silentrunning]

[Welp, now Chell's curious.]

Why? I mean, I know you're from District Twelve, but I wondered if there was a reason you'd name a dog that. Absolutely not disrespecting the suggestion though. Just extremely curious.

[the_effect_she_has]

So tell me something new. [She let her lips quirk at the edges, before she let out a sigh.] Because to me, a pet should be part of a home. My home is in District 12 -- so I'd want my pet to remind me of that.

[silentrunning]

[Chell thinks about that for a long moment.]

I think you have a really great idea there.

[She's serious. No sarcasm in her voice.]

[the_effect_she_has]

Oh ... well. Thanks. [She's sort of embarrassed by that, honestly. Good work, Chelle.]

[silentrunning]

[Always happy to please there, Katniss.]

Only my home would have been Aperture, and that seems an odd name for a dog. Though he does have eyes of different colours.

[whistles_the_blues]

Hm... Good question, maybe Jazz?

[silentrunning]

[Chell writes back.]

Jazz is a good name. I like the musical style.

[whistles_the_blues]

Well then you should go with that.

[silentrunning]

[This dog is gonna have fifteen billion names, but that's all right. He doesn't mind. At the moment, he's sticking his wet dog nose against the journal and going sniff sniff sniff as if confused as to what it is.]

Are dogs always so... sniffy?

[She doesn't sound annoyed. Just amused.]

[whistles_the_blues]

From my experience, which isn't very much, yes they are.

I'm sure you'll get used to it.

[silentrunning]

I hope so.

[Wet noseprints on her journal aren't always fun. But she idly doodles eyes and a mouth inside a noseprint, so you get a smiley face! Aren't you lucky? Dog nose smiley-faces are all the rage.]

[whistles_the_blues]

[There might be a hint of a smile at that, but you'll never see it because it's on the other side of the journal.]

I'm sure it wont be a problem.

[silentrunning]

[Awww c'mon, man. She'd have loooved to know you smiled.]

Naah. I don't think so either. Besides, they give me good templates for the drawing of smileys.

[And the dog barked his agreement to this. Or maybe he was just hungry, or just barking. You decide.]

[whistles_the_blues]

[Nope, no one can know that he is capable of doing that.]

Seems you two are getting along fine already.

[silentrunning]

It does.

[She grins. And unlike you, she doesn't mind you knowing. In fact, you can hear it in her voice.]

[OOC: <3 :P]

[heliotroping]

Ahh, is that the dog?

...Target?

[silentrunning]

[Chell grins.]

I love that name. It'd suit him!

[heliotroping]

It looks like you have other suggestions too... Maybe wait until you see his personality?

[silentrunning]

You know. That's a good idea.

[She rummages up a paper though, and writes down the suggestions she's got.

[heliotroping]

Let me know if you want to have him play with the cats... Though they might not like him at first.

[silentrunning]

That would be awesome.

[She doesn't know about cats and dogs and their infamous feud.]

[OOC: Just because I'm curious (and if you told me I can't remember) how many cats does Django have?]

[heliotroping]

[ooc: three cats and a chatot]

Good luck with picking a name!

[both_neither]

Probably depends on the kind of dog it is.

[silentrunning]

[Chell regards her pet for a minute, head cocked sideways in thought.]

I'm not sure what kind of dog he is...

[And the dog, bless his soul, decided right that minute would be the perfect opportunity to lick the page of the journal. Have a slobbery spot on your journal, Gren.]

Stop that. [Chell said as sternly as she could.]

[both_neither]

[He chuckles] Big dog or little dog?

[silentrunning]

Somewhat medium dog... And he likes you.

[both_neither]

Yeah? How do you know that?

[silentrunning]

[She laughs.]

Because he licked the page. Of course.

[both_neither]

Of course.

Maybe we can meet and take him for a walk into town sometime.

[silentrunning]

That'd be awesome. ... And I have a present for you anyhow.

[both_neither]

A present? What's the occasion?

[silentrunning]

It's give Gren a present day, didn't anyone tell you?

[She is being playful.]

[both_neither]

I must has forgotten to write it on my calendar.

[silentrunning]

Well, lucky for you I remembered!