old DOGS new TRICKS [jethro]

[MAXIMUS CHARLIE GRAY]

* i'm made of wonderful ,

The afternoon was just starting and the streets were full of people ready to buy everything they need for Christmas. The shopping was absolutely mad and it was hard to navigate through the crowds of people. Everyone was madly trying to get all their last minute Christmas shopping done and many people had chosen the Agrabah Bazaar. There were people moving from market to market, trying to buy whatever it was they needed. But it was always a lucky dip at the bazaar. There were always different stores there every day and one could never be too certain as to which market would be open that day. It was kind of fun, the suspense of everything. You don’t know what you might find there that morning or even that afternoon. It was brilliant really, the thought that everything could change in an instant. That was why everyone always bought whatever they liked when they found it. At the bazaar there was no going back.

One of the stalls that happened to be at the bazaar that day was a kind of duo stall. One part of it was a sample dog training area. The other part of it was just simple pet shop goods that the workers had brought down. A young man sat on a stool in the dog training area, a large Old English sheepdog lying at his feet. He looked around him curiously waiting to see if anyone was interested in having their dogs trained by a professional. There had only been a few people who had come over to try it out. Of course, Max was one of the best dog trainers in Fantasia. He had been working at it for years and had done a course on dog whispering a while back too. He had a lot of experience in the area. His own dog Fluffy was very well trained when he wanted to be, and Max had even trained his best friend’s dog too.

At that point a young lady, only two or three years his junior, walked up to him with a dog pulling at the leash. Fluffy sat up and was about to bark when Max placed a hand on his muzzle, making the dog go silent. Grinning, the shaggy haired man walked up to the lady. “What’s the problem?” Max asked cheerfully. The woman then went on to explain that her dog was always pulling at his leash and would try and make her speed up whenever they walked. Max nodded his head the whole time she was speaking and then took the dog’s leash in his hand. “Simple to fix. You just need to teach Oscar here who’s boss. Try holding the leash very close to the collar; it’ll get him used to being closer to you. Practice with treats, keeping him very close like this.” Max demonstrated what he was talking about and sure enough, the dog could not move too far away. “Eventually he won’t pull any more.” The woman smiled, thanked him and walked away.

Sighing, the man took his place back on his stool and rested a hand on his dog’s head. “Now to wait for the next person,” he murmured and Fluffy wagged his tail happily. The pair had been there all morning and had only left once to grab some lunch. There was a little dog bowl in front of Fluffy in case he needed some water. There was an empty water bottle beside the stool and Max reminded himself to go grab some more on his next break. Of course, his next break was not for another hour. So he would just have to sit and wait there until it came. It was certainly going to be a very long day.

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T A G jethro
L Y R I C S wonderful by rob thomas
N O T E S this is gonna be some fun plotting}

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[JETHRO SAMUEL URSO]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,325,true] Jethro was a lost puppy. He, rather honestly, had no idea what to do with himself. His brother was busy (-scoffs-, doing what, Jet had no idea. That kid barely ever did anything that Jet wasn’t involved in), and his sister didn’t need him. So the dear young man was at a loss. What in the world was he supposed to do without his usual reasons for living? It was a sad sad fate when your whole world was wrapped up rather tightly in one or two people. It meant if it fell apart with those people, your whole existence was shaken. Of course, right now was only a temporary thing, but the complete aimlessness he felt at this moment should have been an indicator that perhaps he needed rethink his way of life. However it didn’t. He didn’t consider the bigger picture in this at all, or see the potential issue in his future. No, instead he just moped. Walked around the street markets with absolutely no cause or reason, moping like a little bitch. Which, despite the reasons already suggested that it was a bad idea, was actually not so smart. Being so close to Christmas, the markets were so completely busy. Now, Jethro didn’t have a huge issue with crowds, but it wasn’t exactly pleasant when you weren’t walking around with a purpose. People were pushy and kept ramming the corners of boxes into his arm. It was painful and the boy didn’t like it just one bit. In fact, he was getting rather annoyed. And he was already in a bad mood. Yo hum. Pouting to himself, the man-child crossed his arm across his chest in a very childish way. A silent tantrum of sorts, so to speak. It wasn’t really a smart idea just to yell at randoms, so he needed to keep it silent. Letting out a low grumble, the young man pushed his way through the crowds. Not bothering with any polite niceties to anyone he may have run into. He needed to find something to do to sooth his angst ridden mood. But what? Sighing deeply he stopped. Eyes flitting around for something, anything, to ease his troubles. That was when he saw it. Across the way a little. A large, ball of fluffy dog. Eyes lighting up, Jet just stopped and stared for a few moments. Ignoring the people giving him dirty looks as they passed. That was a gorgeous dog. Absolutely. Chuckling, The young man pulled a lopsided grin at the puppy. He wasn’t overtly a dog person, but this one had stolen his heart. Well and truly. It was love at first site really. Making his way across the way, pushing someone aside slightly, the young man knelt down in front of the dog. Scratching him behind the ear, before letting the dog lick his fingers. Looking up, he smiled at the man on the stool. “Cool dog man!” C O U N T, 490 N O T E S, ohhh jet, chu funneh M U S E, i'm wathenn friends XD

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[MAXIMUS CHARLIE GRAY]

* and the key under the mat ,

Sitting on the stool was definitely a lonely task. Max was so tuned out that he hardly noticed a man walk out from the crowd and bend down beside him to start patting his dog. The stranger spoke and the man turned his head down to grin at him. The man looked to be roughly the same age as himself and had short hair, not quite a buzz cut, but almost there. “Yeah? Thanks,” he answered happily, glad that someone had stopped to give the dog some attention. “His name’s Fluffy,” he added, not knowing whether or not the other man had checked the bone shaped dog tag that swung on the dark blue collar around the dog’s neck. The dog was, in truth, getting quite old but he still had the same amount of energy. He was simply full of it, quite like his master Max. The pair got up to so much mischief together, man and dog.

Looking down at his watch he noticed that he had around three minutes until his break. Grinning he stood up and whistled, to which the dog responding by standing up and walking over to his master. Max looked the other man over and noticed his slightly bored expression. “I’m Max, by the way,” he grinned cheerfully at the stranger. “Hey, you look kinda bored, how ‘bout we go do something fun. I’m on break in literally two minutes and then I don’t have to be back here until around five.” The man grinned happily and tapped his feet. He was restless and needed a good run. The sheepdog certainly did too and if they both did not get their run today they would not be able to sleep at night. They were a strange pair but that’s just how they were. They were alike in many ways and it was most likely because they did everything together.

Reaching down a hand, Max laid it on the dog’s head. He rubbed the thick fur and the dog’s tail wagged happily. Laughing he looked back down at his watch. It was nearly time for his break, finally. After being there for so long he certainly needed a break. The man who was working the 101 Pets stall looked to be doing quite a good job. He was one of the more trusted workers which was probably why he had been put on shift when Max was not there to oversee everything. Some of the slacker workers had been put on when Max and Fluffy were around so that the not-quite-boss could tell them to concentrate and look alive. They were the only pet store in Fantasia City and therefore the only one that people ever went to. But that did not mean that they could relax. If anything it meant that they had to work twice as hard otherwise no one would buy any pets. According to Max, people without pets were hardly people at all.

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T A G jethro
L Y R I C S if you ever come back by the script
N O T E S sorry for the wait <3}

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[JETHRO SAMUEL URSO]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,325,true] Fluffy. What a perfectly fitting name for such a dog. Jethro mused to himself as he gave the animal another affectionate scratch behind the ears. Jethro was finding himself falling in love with the dog honestly. He liked animals, especially dogs. Unlike cats, they gave you affection when you wanted it. Which was good for a guy like Jethro who often found himself needing affection in times when no one was around to give it to him. Maybe he should get himself a dog? A nice big fluffy one just like this guy had. The young man smiled at the thought. That would actually be pretty cool. He’d never be lonely again if he had a dog. They were man’s best friends after all, so he should really get in on that action. He was definitely a man in need of a best friend now wasn’t he? Grinning a slightly lopsided smile, Jet voiced his thoughts. “Perfect name dude. He’s such a big ball of fur.” Turning his attention back to the dog, he petting Fluffy’s head. “Yes, you are, aren’t you?” he spoke in what could only be described as the voice people used when communicating with small babies. Seeing grown men go to mush over an animal (or child) was always amusing. Turning his attention back to the owner, he nodded along. Max. That sounded like the name of a decent guy. Of course he was a decent guy. You had to be with such a cool dog. “I’m Jethro.” He said with a nod. “But mostly I just go by Jet. And yeah, I’ve gotten plenty of Beverly Hill Billies jokes so I can pretty much guarantee I’ve heard whichever one you are thinking.” He flashed a grin, extending his hand to shake the other guy’s hand. Like real men did in greeting. Something about this Max person had sparked Jethro’s interest. Oh, gross. Not like that. He was perfectly straight thankyou very much! No pork swords for this kid. It was something else that had pricked his attention. Maybe it was just the dog. Or maybe it was something else. He wasn’t really sure. It didn’t matter though, not really. His grin perked up even more at Max’s offer. “Oh man, you have no idea how bored I was,” he said with a slight laugh. “I could really do with hanging out with someone, since everyone else I know just ditched me.” He paused before adding, “the jerks.” In an undertone. “So what did you have in mind?” He cocked his head slightly. Also considering the options they had for things to do. Then, if he knew what there was to do, he probably wouldn’t have found himself so bored now would he? C O U N T, 457 N O T E S, <3 M U S E, headache tablets do wonders for my skills... not

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[MAXIMUS CHARLIE GRAY]

* i'm just a boy ,

It seemed as though Fluffy was getting all the attention from the other man, making Max slightly uncomfortable. He was not the most social man on the planet, though he did have quite a few friends. Of course, the friends he knew paid more attention to him than to Fluffy. Sure, at first they were all wrapped up in the gorgeous sheepdog but eventually they became used to him and practically ignored the poor boy. Max never ignored Fluffy, his dog was his best friend and his world, kind of sad really. The dog was all he had ever known, ever since he had left home and so as far as he could tell, Fluffy was all he really needed. If anything happened to Fluffy, like it had Shaggy, he would once again be thrown into a world of chaos and depression. It sounded truly weird, relying so heavily on a dog but that was just the way Max was and it was the way he intended to stay. I mean really, Harry Potter seemed to be incredibly reliant on his owl, Hedwig, so why couldn’t Max rely so heavily on his dog?

Grinning at the other man, Max too bent down and ran a hand through the white and grey fur on his dog. Jethro. It was an interesting name, certainly. He had never seen Beverly Hill Billies before but he just laughed somewhat politely and shook Jet’s hand. The man seemed nice enough to him, and any friend of Fluffy’s was a friend of Max’s. Usually the dog had quite good judgement on who could be trusted and who could not. Max often watched his dog carefully to see which people he liked. It was how he met a lot of new friends. Sure, he was capable of making new friends without his dog around but he just preferred it. It was a well-known fact that Max was not fond of anyone that did not like dogs. He would, of course, talk to people who preferred cats but he did not usually call them his best friends. He kept his distance from shifty looking people, people that Fluffy did not like and, most of all, people that resembled, in any way, Edward Cullen. Though he did not believe in vampire, and hated the ones mentioned in that pointless movie, Max was not willing to take the risk. So basically, pale skinned, bronze haired men with sharp teeth were not friends of his.

“I could really do with hanging out with someone, since everyone else I know just ditched me.”

They were certainly words that Max was happy to hear. He too needed something to do in his break and hanging out with Jet seemed like a good way to go. Laughing, he placed a hand on Fluffy’s head and looked down at the dog. “What do you say boy? Wanna go hang out with Jet here?” The sheepdog’s response was a short bark and a wagging tail. Grinning, Max turned around and went to grab his back. Slinging the brown back across his shoulder he caught the other man’s words. “Well, The Court of Miracles is about a five minute walk from here. It’d give Fluffy some exercise, as well as us some time to talk. Then we can amuse ourselves with the street performers and such while Fluffy has a bit of a run around the gardens.” He looked over at Jet in question, waiting for him to either say yes or no. Max did not really mind what they did but he at least wanted Fluffy to be happy about the decision. His dog loved the Court of Miracles and he especially loved scaring some of the human statues that hung out in the gardens. However, if Jet said no, Max was sure that Fluffy could find something else to do.

W O R D S 645
T A G jethro
L Y R I C S just a boy by angus and julia stone
N O T E S i know angus and julia stone's step-sister =P

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[JETHRO SAMUEL URSO]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,325,true] In all honesty, Jet had never really been to the community gardens. It wasn’t the sort of place that jumped out at him. Besides, he (and his siblings) were more night time people. They usually were more seen at night clubs and pubs as opposed to out-doorsy places. However he had to admit that this guy was making it sound really appealing. Maybe he’d make more friends if he spent more time out in the sun instead of lurking in the shadows of seedy bars. Though, he wouldn’t stop doing that completely as he did enjoy it. He was just thinking that maybe he could shake things up a little. Get more balance in his life. Or something. These were all great ideas, but if he carried through with them or not was a different story. Jethro tended to do that- have all these great ideas that he never really got around to acting on. He just wasn’t great at taking initiative. Clearing his throat, the young man realised that he had been so lost in his thoughts that he hadn’t actually answered the other guy. Cheeks flushing, he nodded his head. Answering at last. “I’ve never been there, so it should be fun.” He gave another nod, to prove he was all for the idea. Truthfully he wasn’t sure what to expect. What if the gardens were full of strange hippies that made him feel uncomfortable and out of place? Max didn’t look like the type of guy who hung out with odd hippy sorts. Then again, you could never know with some people. The most normal looking person could turn around and do the strangest thing, leaving you in a state of shock, wondering where in the world such odd behaviour had come from. Some people were just secret freaks is all. Biting the inside of his lip, Jet bounced from one foot to the other. Suddenly nervous. He really didn’t know what to expect from the Court of Miracles, and Jethro didn’t deal too well with the unknown. It made him rather anxious to be honest. “So ah..” he cleared his throat yet again, trying not to look as nervous as he was feeling. “What goes on at this place?” He tilted his head to the side, pulling what he hoped was a curious expression to his features. Though he felt sure his eyes were betraying him, showing his anxiety. It was the last thing he wanted though, this new friend to see him as an anxious wimp who couldn’t even go to a new place without acting like a douche. If he was the other guy, Jet would kick his own ass. Then, Jet did like kicking ass.. C O U N T, 452 N O T E S, eh none M U S E, iis gone. idk where my muse be

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[MAXIMUS CHARLIE GRAY]

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“I’ve never been there, so it should be fun.” Max grinned and looked over at the other man. Nodding slowly he did not speak but instead let his eyes convey the response. Of course the community gardens would be fun, his whole face seemed to scream it. He loved that place so much, and so did Fluffy. The pair often went for walks there and it was one of their favourite hangout spots, save the park. He hoped that Jet would like it there too, as he did, but one could never be too sure as to how their companion would react. The community gardens were a ‘different’ sort of place – which is probably why Max loved it so much – and it was filled with all kinds of strange and wonderful people. Usually they were just people who were in need of money but wanted to have fun at the same time and entertain people. Of course, there was the odd shifty kind of person but Max knew his way well enough that he could steer clear of them. Whatever the case, he would take care of Jet. A slow gait was held throughout their journey to the Court of Miracles, slightly too slow for Max and Fluffy alike but neither mentioned anything in protest. Instead they kept walking ahead, Fluffy running the occasional circle around the pair of humans, and Max simply keeping up the cheerful smile that was constantly plastered onto his face. He liked walking, the way you could simply just think about things that never seemed to cross your mind on the normal occasion. Even now, whilst walking with a nearly complete stranger it was nice. The walk seemed to be the thing that would really bring the pair together, see whether they were compatible on the friendship scale. If they weren’t, who knows what would happen, but if they were, all would be well. New friends were certainly something else that Max liked. He was rather childish at times and loved a good laugh, something that not everyone was accustomed too. Every now and then though, he found someone that he really liked and every so often they liked him back. “What goes on at this place?” The man chose to ignore the anxious and uncomfortable vibes that seemed to be radiating from the other man. Either he thought it was a wise choice, or simply thought that he was wrong about the vibes he was receiving. Either way, he ignored them. Smiling back at the rather curious expression Jet held, he looked forward again and followed Fluffy’s bounding figure. “It’s not that exciting really. It’s just, cool people central,” he paused and looked the other man over, hoping he got the joke. “There’s lots of human statues and stuff, so don’t get alarmed if a large silver man jumps out at you. It’s just a bit of fun really. There’re heaps of cool people down there with guitars and stuff, and I assure you, they all sound great.” Max grinned once more and Fluffy barked ahead of them. “See, even Fluffy loves it there.” W O R D S 520 T A G jet M U S E dead. gone. terrible. grrr N O T E S sorry for the major wait nikki

[JETHRO SAMUEL URSO]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,325,true] Jet considered the other’s description of the place they were headed as they walked. His own pace rather slow. As if to reflect his mildly apprehensive mood. Jet couldn’t help be weary of new places. It was how he’d always been, and his sister’s lack of trust in new thing and especially new people had affected Jet in such a way that it had caused him to be really cautious. It wasn’t a way he liked to live, but there was nothing he could do about now was there? Certain things were so engrained in a person that changing them was close to impossible. Besides that, he’d only change if his sister suggested it. It wasn’t he was controlled by her or anything though. No no no. No. He just.. Valued her opinion above pretty much everyone else? Yeah that was it. Or at least, that was the it he was sticking to. Slowly, he nodded his head. Warming to the idea. Jet still wasn’t sure, and felt a little reserved about the whole situation, but he was starting to feel a little excited. Though he was scared, his companion looked trustworthy enough, and he was starting to grow more and more comfortable with things. “I like Music.” He said with a nod, smiling. “Street performing is cool. Or well, park performing I guess it is.” With another not, he picked up his pace, growing more eager for his new experience. “I also like men in silver paint. When I was a kid, the tin-man was my favourite. You know, in the wizard of oz? I always thought it was cool that the thing he wanted most was a heart.” Flushing slightly, he realised he was babbling. Coughing, the young man gave his shoulders a small shrug, as if to say ‘what, I’m not that awkward.. I swear’. He wasn’t sure if the shrug had fooled Max or not, but whatever. Tugging up his pants, Jethro made sure they were sitting high enough. The danmed things had been sliding off him all day, and the last thing he wanted was for them to fall down and reveal his tighty-whities to the whole world- including his new friend. Trying to cover the awkwardness that had settled over them, Jet searched his mind for something else to talk about. Anything to deflect from him mentioning a children’s movie and sappy stuff. “So,” he started, not really sure where he was going with it, but hoping words would come to him as he spoke them. “It’s pretty cold lately, huh?” Uh, yeah. The Weather. That was Awesome Jethro. Freaken Awesome. Not even more awkward at all. In fact, they just voted you the king of smooth.. Douche. C O U N T, 454 N O T E S, ily, so is okk M U S E, i have none, again. arg

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