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Post by `AKANEH on Jul 16, 2009 14:14:18 GMT -5
DEjA
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reality is overrated
[/font][/center] I am not complex. Maybe it is you that is the thick headed one. Okay, so I've told a few small lies but who's really counting? Truth be told, I've lost count of all the lies that have escaped my mouth. That doesn't make me a bad girl though. It's not like they've impacted anyone's life. Maybe they have but that isn't my problem. For they could blame themselves after all, they were the ones who believed me. Perhaps I am getting off track. Ah yes, I am Deja, pronounced day-sha. I was born exactly three years ago on a windy day in May. Mother, oh she was terrific. Father.. Well the truth is I've never met him. I was conceived on accident. My mother was educated enough to expect my arrival but she said that my good for nothin' father left just days before I was born. He stuck by her side the whole time but realized that he wasn't ready to be a father and so he left. Either way I turned out good without him. As a small girl I was sweet and loved to hear stories. They fascinated me, especially different ones. Soon enough I developed my own story telling abilities. Long after I began telling stories to my friends, it dawned on me that reality was all too boring. This bothered me plenty as I grew up but finally decided that it wasn't worth thinking about. Life was what it was and it wouldn't be changing. So I moved on and grew up leaving behind my blissful childhood. Mother said I was always smiling. Never ever did I ever think of frowning. Others told me I looked so pretty when I smiled and so it seemed logical to show off my pretty smile. So you're probably thinking that I'm living a fairytale, huh? Think again. Soon after I left home, I remembered how boring reality was. It seemed silly to still be thinking about that but the thought was permanently stuck in my head. Then it started. I took my story telling skills and twisted them to make me seem like my life was flawless. Sometimes even the opposite. I liked to use guilt and sorrow to make others feel bad for me in my younger days, about two years ago actually. And so I would tell someone that my father drowned in a river and my mother chased his lifeless body until the river emptied into the ocean. Haha.. That one really made that poor bitch feel bad for me. At times I don't even realize that I'm lying. It had become so natural for me that you'd never even realize. One day, I will meet someone that likes me for the way I am and maybe then I could leave behind my problem. One thing I never have to hide is my classy, sophisticated self. You could tell that I am very educated and at times stuck up but I like to keep that to myself. You may also find me quickly jumping to conclusions and judging other canines. But hey, that's just me. Oh shit, I was doing it again. Once I again, I was stuck in my head and ignoring the outside world. I knew that mother wouldn't be proud of me if she saw just how dumb I was becoming. And they call blondes stupid. Ha, I thought to myself. Maybe the sun is turning my fur blonde, she giggled at her own remark. Damn, I'm losing it. It had been a while since I'd interacted with anyone around these parts. Although I've lived here all my life, it seemed as if I became unsocial after I began living on my own. Therefore, many do not recognize me as well, me. They remember me as that adorable little puppy that had her head in the clouds. Actually, some don't even recognize me at all. Sometimes its better that way though. It gives me the chance to amuse them with my breath taking stories. Stories. I prefer to call them stories. Lies seem so harsh. I'm not trying to be unrealistic. Simply trying to make someone feel better or at times use them for my own personal toy. As I've grown and matured, it seems as if my stories seem to grow as well. They seemed to escalate to new heights every time I meet a new face and share them. It's becoming unhealthy. I'm drowning in guilt and sorrow. Someone needs to save me from myself. ' puppet deja ' words 756 ' time about 40 minutes ' post for anyone ' other Fin[/blockquote][/size][/color] |
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Post by ``SUBdue™ on Jul 18, 2009 10:45:55 GMT -5
 |Taiden| headed through the city, his paws clapping against the cool pavement, his path aimed at carrying him to unknown parts of the city. He had never been there before so he had to stop and take scents from the ground to guide him, following the scent of dogs who came and went before him. It was a wonder how he hadn't run into another of his kind since that day he had come to the city; how he did not see hide nor hair of them. Though, this should have bothered him to a degree, it was so surreal in that he hardly felt tension rising for the city was nearly depleted of anything living. Though, he had never been to this city before, he imagined it must have once thrived with people and strays of the feline and candid kind. A past of experience filled him with this knowledge and guided his assumptions with fact. He wondered though what devastation brought this huge city to it's ruin and where all the inhabitants had gone. He mused that some may have died in the ruin and many may have left in droves. But, what of the stragglers that often clung to a fallen city?
As he passed through the city and was shadowed under the tall skyscrapers ad towered by decaying buildings, he wondered just why there were so few roaming here. Had they all sensed something that he was ignorant too? Though, these questions and more perplexed him, he felt inclined to head to his new romping grounds so he could find something to look forward too once more and perhaps, find someone who could answer some questions and put an end to his confusion. He almost felt excitement in meeting another again for the last time he had seen another canine was when he was back at his old city; the one from which he was born. His tail rose and fell in in slow bounces as he trotted along, heading for the inner city without hesitation. Though, he was anxious to find others, he was well relaxed, having been accustomed to the life of the streets long ago and what to expect and what not too around every corner.
He was sure that he was setting his parameters to high at meeting another canine that would actually talk with him and not run away or try and fight him the second they laid eyes on him but, he could not help but, thirst for answers to these thoughts which ran through his mind. Though, if he saw that they did not find him likable, he would be mature and let it go and be on his way for he was not really one to meddle. He would tell himself that there would be others he could speak too and move on like a model canine. It was not that he was some pansy but, he knew when to let something go which was very contradictory of his breeding. Irish Terrier's were known for being stubborn as well as not liking to be touched, which was also contradictory of him, for he did not mind so much being near another candid so long as they did not poke and prod him. Being poked or prodded would definitely send Taiden to the edge and he would snap at you for doing so. Only, someone special would be allowed to caress him in these affectionate ways and that would be his mate though, at the moment he was not looking.
What he was looking for though, was something interesting to do or someone interesting to talk too. He hoped that something would be a female above all but, he would not count all his chips just yet. Instead, he focused on getting to the inner makings of this city and finding anyone who belonged to it. Yes, he hoped he would bump into a femme but, he would just be happy to find any candid at the moment. He pressed on and moved down the streets, following the old scent trail like a bloodhound on a hunt for an escaped criminal. His lanky body twisted and turned at each corner, taking to the city as if he had been down these ways a million times before. His eyes hardly left the ground before him, his ears the ones guiding him to any trouble that may be ahead of |him.|
O.O.C stuff;
status; finished
muse; good
words; plenty
comment; lol, sorry if this post comes off strange and redundant. I had to improvise a little in modifying it from on SA to here. My next one will flow much better. ^^;; [/size][/blockquote][/center] |
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Post by `AKANEH on Jul 22, 2009 19:07:49 GMT -5
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Will be returned to Layfette Park when we want to finish up the thread.
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