LOST PUPPY -- Open

[MATTHEW JAMES POOKA]

* lost puppy;;

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Rain poured down on the streets outside. People tried to duck into buildings or hide under umbrellas for the chance to be dry. The city of Fantasia was now under the hold of a dark and horrible thunderstorm. Of course, everyone in the city just went along trying to keep their designer shoes clean and find a place for their money.

Matthew Pooka stood out in the rain, trying to look through the pouring water at street signs. He had lived in Fatnasia for a few years, but he still was completely lost. Rain pattered against his leather jacket and matted his hair to his head. A streak of lightning exploded through the sky ahead, causing him to almost panic.

He squinted through the rain at the sign, but still couldn't make out the words. He wanted to get home, but one wrong turn on his way home from work had put him on a street he didn't really know existed.

As a nearby older woman passed him, he stepped in front of her, his eyes growing wide in desperation. "Excuse me, ma'am? Do you know which way Acorn Street is?" he asked through the rain.

The woman swung with her left hand--and a purse struck him across the face. A metal buckle hit him in the mouth, and he could taste blood at an instant.

"Get away from me you thief!" the woman cawed as she flitted away.

"A simple no would have sufficed!" Matt angrily shouted after her. He covered his mouth with his hand and ducked into the first building he could get to: Da Bete Hotel.

Inside was luxurious and grand, making him feel out of place with his converse and bloody lip. A chandelier hug from a massive ceiling, and people everywhere seemed too uptight. But, it was warm inside--and he was the only person sopping wet.

Matt slowly walked up to the counter, continuously wiping away blood from his lip. A man behind the counter glared at him for a moment, eyeing him over.

"Hello. Uh, could you tell me which way to Acorn Street?

[/color]" Matt asked quickly, trying to not get blood over himself as he spoke.

The man sighed and stuffily said, "Across town. About twenty blocks west." At once, Pooka's head dropped, and all he could do was nod and turn away. Of course--more walking unless a taxi would stop for him; and that hadn't happened but once in his time in Fantasia.[/justify][/blockquote][/size][/blockquote]

[Gwyneira Eirwen Nevada]

“Rain, rain, go away. Come again another day.” The words fell from plush lips which the twenty-something bit on faintly, the pressure causing the pale skin to turn rosy and red. Piercing blue eyes stared out the window pane as the smell of wet dog fur, and the overall stench of animal filtered its way into her nostrils. It was a smell she was use to, a smell that was actually rather reassuring much to the disgust of the general public. Despite her sad, mumbled words Gwyneira smiled happily, waving back at the veterinarian and the rest of the staff, “I'll see you all tomorrow!” she called, patting one of the 'clinic cats' she headed out the door into the pouring rain. This was why the invention of waterproof mascara and eyeliner was ingenious!

Automatically her converse clad feet went into an ankle deep puddle, gasping she leaped forward another step; After the initial cold shock wore off she laughed. Her gait was almost skipping as she wandered forward into the cold wetness, surprisingly the weather cheered her up, as anywhere outside was better than being stuck inside all day. She had no umbrella, no raincoat, just her spring jacket which was pulled around her thin frame and her pair of spruce green scrubs which were dirtied and has little hars all over them from handling the animals all day.

Having lived here for a little over a year she knew where she was going – more or less, and knew how to watch out for herself. Keen eyes, those she had. Blinking and wiping a few raindrops from her brow she watched ahead, looking to the side just quickly enough to catch a woman purse-slapping some young man and scampering off. What was she hollering? Something about a thief? His reaction seemed to be odd, 'A simple no would have sufficed.'? Now, thieves didn't normally ask whether or not they could take your purse, they just took them and that was that. Slowing a bit she waited a second until he was clear from view, as he dropped into the hotel she sped up once more. She didn't fear him, though she was cautious as any woman walking alone would be. Sure that he was within the hotel she began to hum, and then sing in a lovely tone, “The little raindrop soldiers are marching from the sky; In uniforms of silver I see them passing by. Their drums, they beat a rat-tat-tat, rat-tat-tat, rat-tat-tat.” she eyed a curve in the pavement before her where a puddle was welling up. Picking up speed she took a running jump, spraying water around her she stomped in the puddle near-childishly, “Their little feet go pitter-pat, pitter-pitter-pat.” She continued to sing. Yes, if you were wondering, she was just a few paces outside the doors of the hotel that Matt would be soon exiting. Splishy splashy for Pooka? ^-^