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Post by sol on Apr 2, 2012 13:51:08 GMT -5
Overnight, a new resident had moved into Death City. He did not pay rent, he did not pay bills. In fact, he didn't even pay for the gasoline in his bike.
He didn't rent the land he used as a skip, and neither did he pay the water bill for the fountain he used as a sink. The one thing he did, however, was still tonnes from everybody and them convince the police he wasn't worth their time.
Doing that was easy enough, he'd had practiced at his innocent speech and was so good it was nearing fake, but he tried not to cross that line. It hadn't worked once, and he was forced to flee the town he had tried to settle. It had been a close call, but he had enjoyed every second of it.
Solomon Waterborne was, one could say, a fish too happily in water. In a city like this, there was much to take, much to eat, and people to scam in their abundance. It was a heaven for the magic animal -a sly little otter from where he cannot remember- and he intended to make the most of it while he could. Not like he intend to move on very quickly, everybody seemed to flat out gullible in this part of the desert.
He was content as he set up his tent next to the fountain, piles of junk scattered around it like battlements to a castle.
Shiny cups and plates were pilled up in one spot, jewels and necklaces and rings in another, DVD's, purses and CD's in another. Gadgets pilled high like mountains of a world made of metal.
It was a nice day. The sun was out, which was usual, and it was extremely hot. So hot that Solomon decided it would be a great idea to transform into an otter and paddle about in the water, looking very happy. His smug little face poking out of the water. It was nice and cool, his whiskers twitched and he let out a little squeak.
His clothes were piles up at the base of the fountain, from his jacket to his socks. They weren't folded, simply dumped and left in the sun like the rest of his things. He didn't dare go in his tent at this time of day, it would be sweltering and stuffy and that was the last thing he wanted.
With a happy second squeak, he dipped his head into the pool and swam around the fountain in circles, being pushed under by the force of water coming down on top of him. After a few minutes he sat on the white stone wall and sunbathed, still in his otter form, and waited.
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Post by nova on Apr 4, 2012 12:03:54 GMT -5
On a day like this, the chipper, and somewhat bouncy, Nova, would enjoy nothing more than walking her beloved little canine around the City.
The sun was out, rising high above Death City, laughing with ever contented glee as it did so. The Nevada's glaring heat was somewhat dulled by the cool desert breeze that rolled over Southern America this afternoon. It were days like this that brought out the best in little November, whose love of warm weather was strikingly contradicting to her name.
As normal, the raven-haired Weapon was making her way through the familiar park, filled with people as it was normally. Fox was now at least slightly accustomed to the heat, despite it's thick coat of adorable fluff. The puppy looked content enough, plodding along next to her owner in a similar sense of glee.
However, the people of the park seemed a little on edge or off key today. Nova couldn't quite tell why. Until she got to the fountain, that was.
Usually, Nova would sit by the fountain and let her furry companion have a drink, while she would soak in the happy and relaxing atmosphere of the local community, but it seemed there was someone new in town. It wasn't all that hard to guess really. Next to the familiar fountain, there was a tent, and around that tent, a small junk yard containing bits and bobs from what appeared to be every possible era...
...and laying on the fountains wall, was a Giant Otter.
The Chakram blinked a couple of times at the peculiar sight. "Ummm..." Fox seemed to bark at the Otter. Nova tugged the lead lightly and shushed the puppy. Nova, being Nova, trudged over to the large animal. The clothes on the floor could only mean that this Otter, was indeed not only an Otter. Like the tend and bike didn't already give him away. "...Excuse me?...Siirrr?"
The girl leered over the Otter with bright blue eyes, curious in nature. The Shiba hoped up on the ledge, sniffing at the animal with an equal curiosity to her Master.
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Post by sol on Apr 21, 2012 5:54:59 GMT -5
He didn't hear her approach, which probably explained the sense of shock when the girl started talking to him. He hadn't expected it, he didn't even know what day it was so had gone out on a limb and decided it had been a school day, which, obviously, he must'v gotten wrong. It was under his jurisdiction to never own a calender and to never keep track of the days, but for some reason, he still liked to assume he'd get all the days right.
At first, he thought he'd imagined the voice. Out of his ego or otherwise, he didn't know, but he didn't think for a second that it had actually come from a person. A normal person would have called the pest control to clean him up, every now and again he'd have a toddler grab hold of him and start shaking him around, then transforming back and watching the bugger run away crying, the mothers and fathers looking rather horrified, mainly because seeing an otter turn into a teenage boy -with no clothes on- wasn't very normal, and it put all sorts of ideas into a parent's head, usually wrong ones.
Nobody ever seemed to think that the otter was indeed a boy who didn't exactly want to get his clothes wet and torn. It was always that he was some mentally disturbed child escaped from the sanitarium. It was always hassle, packing everything away into the trailer and then driving and considerable amount to get away from the police that would undoubtedly turn up at the crime scene.
Solomon was quite happy, lazing about in the sun, until a shadow preceded the voice and there was a loud sniffing sound at his ear. He bolted upright, slapping the shiba puppy in the face before diving backwards into the fountain. He transformed back into a human, bringing himself close to the wall and kneeling up, slight hunched so that only his head and shoulders were visible. "Goddang it, woman!" He stared at her for a while. "Well pass me a towel, then!"
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