Post by Aria on Oct 17, 2007 23:28:52 GMT -5
Again, a one shot.
Just because I freakin' can, okay? -_-
That was it. She had made her decision many nights ago, and it was the same reason she was leaving that nobody knew.
She had nobody to tell. Nobody would care. By the time everyone realized, she’d be gone by then. Glaring over her shoulder at the pups that played throughout the farm’s property, she didn’t feel any real remorse for what she was about to do. They were carefree, sweet, as puppies should be. Not her. She snarled and stomped even harder towards the mail truck.
It had been easy, far too easy, to sneak into the house.. but, she was a Dearly Puppy after all. Nanny seemed a little startled to see the plump waist and hips stick, then wriggle through the doggie door. That one wasn’t very friendly, she never came into the house. Still, it was just a pup. What was she going to do?
Aria had hopped up to the attic, where Roger’s computer was. Getting Lucky to brag about the many times he toyed with their Pet’s machine was far too easy. A trip into Tac’s shed, rummaging around harmlessly, and she comfirmed this knowledge. It made things so much easier.
Roger had limited web capabilities, and it was pathetic. Still, it got the job done. Looking for the right site, she had typed in an address. That was it. Order a package by mail. But it couldn’t be just any package; it had to be something big, comfy, and something that would send Anita into a frenzy.
A inflatable human doll would do fine. She wasn’t exactly sure what it did, but the amount of XXX’s on the site hinted at…things.
And there she was, storming towards the large delivery van. She carried nothing with her; none of her hidden books. Not even the radio. That was theirs, they could have the stupid thing.
Aria paused, backed up a few steps, than took a running leap to get into the back of the van, which was open. Vulnerable. Sliding among the letters, she soon straightened herself up. Shaking a bit, the pudgy pooch sat up and glared out towards the farm. This was it.
She was leaving.
It was stifling, the amount of canines that covered this place. Horrible. She wasn’t used to the numbers, and figured she never would be. But, that wasn’t the only thing that was driving her away. Nobody got her. Not clueless Dipstick…
…not even moody Tic Tac.
Strong Tripod, who acknowledged her and thought her particularly bright, but sneered at the shape she was in, and her laziness.
Fine. They wanted the Farm so badly, they could have it. She snorted, and spat onto the ground, before turning her head to glance at the cozy letters that would cushion her during the ride back into the city. It may not even be her hometown, but it was a start. Perhaps she might not even go back home, and just drift from city to city, back in the exciting yet dangerous life of a street dog.
She was never truly a stray, she always had the Music shop to come home to during the Rain… when being chased by opponents far too large and numerous…
Shaken out of her thoughts by the yell of a woman, she smirked. That pet, Anita, had some temper when she was riled enough. Certainly one bad enough to make the postman angry enough to shove the package in without really checking the rest of his cargo; and drive off.
Away from Dearly Farm, once and for all.
Before any of this could occur, however, she saw a familiar figure running up. Oh no. God no, she didn’t want anyone to know… He wasn’t going to be able to keep his mouth shut- then again, what would happen if he did tell? Nobody would come looking for her. She wasn’t an original ’One Hundred and something or other’. She was a moocher, a mutt.
“Go away, Dipstick.” She snarled.
The little puppy should have looked taken aback by her snarl, instead he just grinned widely. “What’re ya doin’ in the truck, Aria? Are you playin’ a game? Can I play?”
The femme narrowed her eyes, “No.” She spoke harsher still, “I’m going away.”
”Oh. …Well, have a nice trip. I’ll be here when ya get back, ‘kay?”
She almost relished bursting his bubble, a cruel smile on her lips as she bent down, “I’m not coming back, Dipstick.”
The dimwitted pup finally looked surprised, “Wha..what!? Why not- wait, haha. You’re kiddin’, you’re playin’ a joke on me!” He suddenly burst into giggles, falling over and hugging his stomach. His little hindfeet kicked into the air, and he settled down after a moment.
”No… I’m leavin’. I’m going back to the city. And I’m not. Coming. Back.” She growled at him, trying to verbally beat the idea into his head.
“Wa..Wh..Why!?” Seemed he finally caught on.
Aria sneered, “This place ain’t for me.” Was all she said, turning her head away when she realized he was going to begin tearing up at any moment. Sure enough, she could hear the break in his voice.
”B..but…but we’re f-friends. Y-y-you can’t just LEAVE!” He wailed.
”SHUT UP.” She was suddenly on her paws, “You just…shut up! I can leave if I wanna! And I WANNA.” Aria looked possessed for a moment, before realizing that two loud voices, or barking, would catch unwanted attention. Clearing her throat, she gazed down her muzzle at him, “I need to.”
”Wh…What about Tac?”
That caused fury to bubble about within her. “What about the little egghead? I ain’t got nothin’ to say to him. He doesn’t wanna deal with me? Fine. He c’n be the stubborn little genius. He has you. He likes you, Dipstick. You’re his number one priority.” She spat.
Dipstick was quiet for a long minute, looking down at the ground. Unshed tears made his eyes even larger, pitiful, before he spoke. “W..Did I do somthin’?”
She didn’t answer. Had he? No, no, she was sure it was just her own demons finally chasing her out of the unnaturally happy farm. A place where Lucky was adored. Cadpig could spout her hippy-dippy crap, enough food to feed Rolly. Two-Tone had her Lucky-charm, Tripod had his Bark Brigade. Everyone had something, or someone.
It sickened her.
Without answering him, she reached up and unclasped the blue leather that was clinging to her throat, almost a little too tightly. Tossing it onto the ground before Dipstick, the pup gasped and held it back up to her.
“Aria! Y’dropped this!”
”I know.”
”Bu..But if you g…get caught without this, n’ the city…” He couldn’t think, it was hard. Something bad happened. Something bad happened to naughty puppies who didn’t wear their collars in the city.
”I know.” She spoke in a quieter tone, before standing up. “You’d better head back. Y’can have the Radio from now on.” There was a flash of her tail and rump, before she buried herself beneath a pile of white Styrofoam peanuts and envelopes. Still, she could see Dipstick’s teary-eyed gaze directly on her.
Grumbling, the postman stormed back to his truck, getting into it and slamming his door. He pressed a button, and it caused the little gate to curl around the back of the truck. An alternative to closing it entirely. It would keep the letters inside, but still allowed Aria and Dipstick to stare at one another.
Her stomach lurched, or it was the truck leaping foreward, beginning to drive off. The gaze never broke, even when Dipstick suddenly panicked. Stuffing her collar into his maw, the puppy began to run after the truck.
“Ariiiaaah! Arih!” His voice was muffled by the collar, tears streaming down his face, curving at his cheeks, then flying backwards at the speed he was at, chasing the truck. Soon, he faltered, tripping and stumbling with a yelp.
He was soon left in the dust of the truck.
Aria simply crossed her arms and rested her head on them. Stupid. She was leaving, and there was nothing anybody could do about it. God, why was he so stupid?
She didn’t stir during her sleep, as the packages rumbled around her, truck making it’s way to the city. She’d never find a place where she could really belong, but surely…
…surely there was anywhere better than Dearly Farm…
Just because I freakin' can, okay? -_-
That was it. She had made her decision many nights ago, and it was the same reason she was leaving that nobody knew.
She had nobody to tell. Nobody would care. By the time everyone realized, she’d be gone by then. Glaring over her shoulder at the pups that played throughout the farm’s property, she didn’t feel any real remorse for what she was about to do. They were carefree, sweet, as puppies should be. Not her. She snarled and stomped even harder towards the mail truck.
It had been easy, far too easy, to sneak into the house.. but, she was a Dearly Puppy after all. Nanny seemed a little startled to see the plump waist and hips stick, then wriggle through the doggie door. That one wasn’t very friendly, she never came into the house. Still, it was just a pup. What was she going to do?
Aria had hopped up to the attic, where Roger’s computer was. Getting Lucky to brag about the many times he toyed with their Pet’s machine was far too easy. A trip into Tac’s shed, rummaging around harmlessly, and she comfirmed this knowledge. It made things so much easier.
Roger had limited web capabilities, and it was pathetic. Still, it got the job done. Looking for the right site, she had typed in an address. That was it. Order a package by mail. But it couldn’t be just any package; it had to be something big, comfy, and something that would send Anita into a frenzy.
A inflatable human doll would do fine. She wasn’t exactly sure what it did, but the amount of XXX’s on the site hinted at…things.
And there she was, storming towards the large delivery van. She carried nothing with her; none of her hidden books. Not even the radio. That was theirs, they could have the stupid thing.
Aria paused, backed up a few steps, than took a running leap to get into the back of the van, which was open. Vulnerable. Sliding among the letters, she soon straightened herself up. Shaking a bit, the pudgy pooch sat up and glared out towards the farm. This was it.
She was leaving.
It was stifling, the amount of canines that covered this place. Horrible. She wasn’t used to the numbers, and figured she never would be. But, that wasn’t the only thing that was driving her away. Nobody got her. Not clueless Dipstick…
…not even moody Tic Tac.
Strong Tripod, who acknowledged her and thought her particularly bright, but sneered at the shape she was in, and her laziness.
Fine. They wanted the Farm so badly, they could have it. She snorted, and spat onto the ground, before turning her head to glance at the cozy letters that would cushion her during the ride back into the city. It may not even be her hometown, but it was a start. Perhaps she might not even go back home, and just drift from city to city, back in the exciting yet dangerous life of a street dog.
She was never truly a stray, she always had the Music shop to come home to during the Rain… when being chased by opponents far too large and numerous…
Shaken out of her thoughts by the yell of a woman, she smirked. That pet, Anita, had some temper when she was riled enough. Certainly one bad enough to make the postman angry enough to shove the package in without really checking the rest of his cargo; and drive off.
Away from Dearly Farm, once and for all.
Before any of this could occur, however, she saw a familiar figure running up. Oh no. God no, she didn’t want anyone to know… He wasn’t going to be able to keep his mouth shut- then again, what would happen if he did tell? Nobody would come looking for her. She wasn’t an original ’One Hundred and something or other’. She was a moocher, a mutt.
“Go away, Dipstick.” She snarled.
The little puppy should have looked taken aback by her snarl, instead he just grinned widely. “What’re ya doin’ in the truck, Aria? Are you playin’ a game? Can I play?”
The femme narrowed her eyes, “No.” She spoke harsher still, “I’m going away.”
”Oh. …Well, have a nice trip. I’ll be here when ya get back, ‘kay?”
She almost relished bursting his bubble, a cruel smile on her lips as she bent down, “I’m not coming back, Dipstick.”
The dimwitted pup finally looked surprised, “Wha..what!? Why not- wait, haha. You’re kiddin’, you’re playin’ a joke on me!” He suddenly burst into giggles, falling over and hugging his stomach. His little hindfeet kicked into the air, and he settled down after a moment.
”No… I’m leavin’. I’m going back to the city. And I’m not. Coming. Back.” She growled at him, trying to verbally beat the idea into his head.
“Wa..Wh..Why!?” Seemed he finally caught on.
Aria sneered, “This place ain’t for me.” Was all she said, turning her head away when she realized he was going to begin tearing up at any moment. Sure enough, she could hear the break in his voice.
”B..but…but we’re f-friends. Y-y-you can’t just LEAVE!” He wailed.
”SHUT UP.” She was suddenly on her paws, “You just…shut up! I can leave if I wanna! And I WANNA.” Aria looked possessed for a moment, before realizing that two loud voices, or barking, would catch unwanted attention. Clearing her throat, she gazed down her muzzle at him, “I need to.”
”Wh…What about Tac?”
That caused fury to bubble about within her. “What about the little egghead? I ain’t got nothin’ to say to him. He doesn’t wanna deal with me? Fine. He c’n be the stubborn little genius. He has you. He likes you, Dipstick. You’re his number one priority.” She spat.
Dipstick was quiet for a long minute, looking down at the ground. Unshed tears made his eyes even larger, pitiful, before he spoke. “W..Did I do somthin’?”
She didn’t answer. Had he? No, no, she was sure it was just her own demons finally chasing her out of the unnaturally happy farm. A place where Lucky was adored. Cadpig could spout her hippy-dippy crap, enough food to feed Rolly. Two-Tone had her Lucky-charm, Tripod had his Bark Brigade. Everyone had something, or someone.
It sickened her.
Without answering him, she reached up and unclasped the blue leather that was clinging to her throat, almost a little too tightly. Tossing it onto the ground before Dipstick, the pup gasped and held it back up to her.
“Aria! Y’dropped this!”
”I know.”
”Bu..But if you g…get caught without this, n’ the city…” He couldn’t think, it was hard. Something bad happened. Something bad happened to naughty puppies who didn’t wear their collars in the city.
”I know.” She spoke in a quieter tone, before standing up. “You’d better head back. Y’can have the Radio from now on.” There was a flash of her tail and rump, before she buried herself beneath a pile of white Styrofoam peanuts and envelopes. Still, she could see Dipstick’s teary-eyed gaze directly on her.
Grumbling, the postman stormed back to his truck, getting into it and slamming his door. He pressed a button, and it caused the little gate to curl around the back of the truck. An alternative to closing it entirely. It would keep the letters inside, but still allowed Aria and Dipstick to stare at one another.
Her stomach lurched, or it was the truck leaping foreward, beginning to drive off. The gaze never broke, even when Dipstick suddenly panicked. Stuffing her collar into his maw, the puppy began to run after the truck.
“Ariiiaaah! Arih!” His voice was muffled by the collar, tears streaming down his face, curving at his cheeks, then flying backwards at the speed he was at, chasing the truck. Soon, he faltered, tripping and stumbling with a yelp.
He was soon left in the dust of the truck.
Aria simply crossed her arms and rested her head on them. Stupid. She was leaving, and there was nothing anybody could do about it. God, why was he so stupid?
She didn’t stir during her sleep, as the packages rumbled around her, truck making it’s way to the city. She’d never find a place where she could really belong, but surely…
…surely there was anywhere better than Dearly Farm…