11-26-2009, 12:48 AM
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Ooc: tehe <3 also, if you want me to change the weather, feel free to tell me.
Strel was wide awake. It was dark as ocher and seeing was more questionable than a skimpy bikini. The redhead stumbled through the darkness, groggy and disoriented. He had curled up in an abandoned house late in the afternoon to hide from the rain. He'd unintentionally fallen asleep on the dusty couch and woke up to find himself looking ten years older than he was. All that dust washed away, though, as soon as he had slipped out the door and into the pouring rain. Now he was cold, wet, and disoriented from waking up in a place he'd forgotten he was at. Looking down the street, all he saw was an unidentifiable alignment of buildings. Nothing stood out to discern where he was exactly. Grumbling, Strel jogged down the street, trying to keep to the decrepit awnings and overhangs as much as he possible could.
Somewhere in the distance, he saw a light, soft and warm in the abysmal night. Ears perking up almost instantly, Strel ended up with soaked legs as he splashed through the puddles. The water slipped under his fur and chilled his pads, and despite that, his energy level was still high after his long nap. Puddle after puddle passed before Strelein finally arrived near the light. Slowing down, and almost skidding in the process, he thumped hard on the door. It stung his hands a bit, but the prospect of warm was a bit more overwhelming than the discomfort.
Unfortunately, the door was not even closed and Strel slammed into the door/wall as the thing swung inwards. He tripped over himself. Leroy was laying on the couch, seemingly inebriated. Oogling the man, Strel gingerly rose up, knowing his dripping fur was leaving wet marks on the floor. "Leroy?" he questioned, knowing fully well that it was him, but it seemed so strange to see the man here of all places. Last he had heard, Leroy had kids to watch over. "What's such a hunky man doing out here, during a rainstorm, of all places?"
Ooc: tehe <3 also, if you want me to change the weather, feel free to tell me.
Strel was wide awake. It was dark as ocher and seeing was more questionable than a skimpy bikini. The redhead stumbled through the darkness, groggy and disoriented. He had curled up in an abandoned house late in the afternoon to hide from the rain. He'd unintentionally fallen asleep on the dusty couch and woke up to find himself looking ten years older than he was. All that dust washed away, though, as soon as he had slipped out the door and into the pouring rain. Now he was cold, wet, and disoriented from waking up in a place he'd forgotten he was at. Looking down the street, all he saw was an unidentifiable alignment of buildings. Nothing stood out to discern where he was exactly. Grumbling, Strel jogged down the street, trying to keep to the decrepit awnings and overhangs as much as he possible could.
Somewhere in the distance, he saw a light, soft and warm in the abysmal night. Ears perking up almost instantly, Strel ended up with soaked legs as he splashed through the puddles. The water slipped under his fur and chilled his pads, and despite that, his energy level was still high after his long nap. Puddle after puddle passed before Strelein finally arrived near the light. Slowing down, and almost skidding in the process, he thumped hard on the door. It stung his hands a bit, but the prospect of warm was a bit more overwhelming than the discomfort.
Unfortunately, the door was not even closed and Strel slammed into the door/wall as the thing swung inwards. He tripped over himself. Leroy was laying on the couch, seemingly inebriated. Oogling the man, Strel gingerly rose up, knowing his dripping fur was leaving wet marks on the floor. "Leroy?" he questioned, knowing fully well that it was him, but it seemed so strange to see the man here of all places. Last he had heard, Leroy had kids to watch over. "What's such a hunky man doing out here, during a rainstorm, of all places?"