[Sometimes its so CRAZY ;] [Kell's Claim] « Thread Started on Jun 28, 2007, 7:42pm »
[ooc; Goodness, I appolagize for the crappy post. I'm still trying to warm up to the character. xD]
From a distance, no one could really consider the seaside city of Caneford a threat. A plane gazing down at the secluded town, if only for a few feeble moments, wouldn’t second guess the assumption that there was nothing outstandingly amazing to be found here. No sky breaching high rises. No extraordinary getaways of the rich and famous, nor exceptional works of historic architecture. No, for those few, fleeting minutes of acknowledgement, not one person would give Caneford anything more than a blank stare… But perhaps, this was the very reaction the cities inhabitants were hoping for. Their life, as far as they were concerned, was entirely capable of functioning without the praise of the high standards of outside world. To some, to the humans, this place was sufficient enough; there were jobs, housing, and food markets scattered across it’s dirty streets. Various parks and other forms of leisure activity were also sported eagerly by the town’s simple landscape—some of them drowned and over shadowed by the enormous popularity of the white shores of the beach. To those who grew up here, knew the ins and outs of the city, Caneford could arguably be a pleasant place to thrive.
But there were those selected few who knew better. The wandering, homeless canines of the city, born to the streets and victims of its mercilessness, knew that this place was nothing short of an earthly hell… They knew that Caneford wasn’t a place of paradise, but a bitter piece of reality.
Bright, luminescent beams of crimson light bathed the western wing of the scenic city with a thick blanket fiery haze, the normally thin shadows of late afternoon growing and expanding into looming sheets of obsidian across Caneford’s superior lengths. Downtown, as it always has been, was bustling and busy as usual; the night lights of the city flickering into a soft neon glow, ready to receive the night shift with full force. The grim, dusty sputter of worn automobiles broke the dark silence softly as the anxious residents of the working class population disappeared around the corner of mainstreet, eager to retire to their homes after a long day in the office. Many of them, too completely wrapped up in whatever was on their minds at the time [Housework, bills, what the next day would bring], even had the decency to ignore a large, four legged mass sitting lazily at the base of an antient parking ramp. The furry pile of bone and muscle, as dark and quiet as the approaching night itself, gazed passively at the passing pedestrians from the shelter of a crumbling stone pillar, watching silently as they scurried about the city. The figure’s body, tight and hardened by vigorous activity, rose and fell gently against the cool pavement as he took one breath after another; relaxed and at ease.
Kelley couldn’t remember how long he had done this. He couldn’t remember why he had started this nightly tradition of observing the public go about their lives, oblivious and blind to his constant presence. It was always in the same spot too, this one, right under the graffiti covered carpark where he would sit; always. Perhaps it was the perfect view of downtown that gave this particular area its flavor, the way the city came to life with lights and color after the sun set. Sometimes he would find himself laughing inwardly at his own absurd habit, thinking, off handedly, how strange it was that a stray could take as much interest in the two-legged world as he did. But that was it. Their world. The taste of life as one of the human’s playthings was something he had never, and would never attempt try. This time, the bi-colored brute chuckled out loud at his own musings, shuffling his angular paws unconsciously as he repositioned himself. If his vigilance hadn’t failed him, Kell would argue that pets were just about as deaf and numb to the things around them as their hairless counterparts. ‘Oh, lets go toss around a dead stick in the back for two pointless hours of my life that I’ll never get back!’ A painfully obvious symptom of house bread blood, in his opinion, was one of the worst things to witness at any time in one’s life. ‘Good sir, my sparkling porcelain dish is empty! Shall we fix that, hmm?’
Soft, distant hums of a small jet passing overhead drew Kelley out of his blatant stare, breaking his intense concentration on an insignificant trash bin on the opposite side of the road. Complying with his instincts, his head snapped heavenward, lifting his brown subtly as the plane disappeared over the far horizon line- following the sun. The dog only hesitated for one moment longer before heaving his figure from the ground, contorting his roguish features into a humorous, mock frown. “Hmm.” He started, his rich baritone echoing around the garage sparingly. “I’m late, aren’t I.” It wasn’t so much a question rather than a stray train of thought, really. The mavericks head, still bowed in a thoughtful position, sat level with his all-to defined shoulders, a pair of glittering chocolate eyes peering almost mischievously from behind their lids. Of course, as always, he made no move to exit the facility in a hurry. Kell’s movements, slow and leisurely by nature, seemed to slow even further as his expression of expert indifference melted into a tiny smirk.
He started to walk.
For a long while now, Kelley wondered what had ever become of the old apartment complex in the heart of the city. The estates, as the humans would call them, were an article of attraction that was, well, anything but; All six of its floors, inhabited by ten identical rooms each, had looked like they could have seen better days from the day they were built. The stalwart exterior walls, scared and decayed from abuse, were textured with a thick layer of cheap stucco, painted in what could probably be considered the ugliest brown ever imaginable. A thin rim of terra cotta bricks lined the first floor of the almost retired building, circling it from all sides but one, leaving the southern wall open to one of the largest disposal alleys in the city. Kell knew this because be every other week, he would amble ‘unintentionally’ down one of the three surrounding avenues, sniffing harmlessly about the sparsely inhabited area… And after nearly three months of guiltless snooping, he knew that there had been little to no canine activity within the estate for a while.
He had memorized every detail his ever moving mind could retain because he knew he wanted it for himself.
So, perhaps it wasn’t destiny that brought Kelley’s looming presence to that very ground this night, like every night before it. His intentions clearly conserved and subdued by his nonchalant gait, the mahogany eyed stray allowed himself into a gradual halt on the opposite end of the sidewalk, where he would watch. Observe. See. As always. His finely tipped ears quirked and shifted pleasantly as the familiar melody of a scream drifted its way toward him in the still evening air. Not a moment later, the second to last flat to the right lit up with a dull yellow glow; the screeching amplifying steadily as a tattered wife, just returned from an unbeneficial day at work, scolded her drunken husband for the forth week in a row. “Heh.” This event, only to fresh in Kell’s mind, hadn’t deterred his interest one bit...But rather, drew it to its peak.
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