Let's Cut to the Chase~ [des]

[• Ruffian •]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,20,true][atrb=width,560,true][bg=e7e6e3] The main entrance to the cellhouse was still closed off since it was last used over 8 years ago. The door was large and impenetrable, it was an automatic fire door often times used in hospitals, one so heavy it could simply not be slammed if attempted to do so. Costello continued on around the corner of the building and jogged on for a few feet before slipping through a hole in the rather rusty and broken down chain link fence. The fence had been set up months before the earthquake to block off an area in which they were renovating. The fence was rather flimsy to begin with and not so sturdy to say the least. The dog trotted along the edge of the building as if routine, jumped on a large loading crate and pushed his way through some plywood boards that were half-heartedly put up to cover a few windows that had been broken many years prior. Now inside what used to be some sort of office, the canine eagerly made his way out the door and down a hallway. His nails clicked against the tile flooring as he snuffed around, searching for something to ease his curiosity. It was not often that Costello visited the cellhouse, but he tended to find it very inviting as it is usually uninhabited. It had been a week since he had last visited the place, but something about it was a bit off. There was a new odor of sorts, a hidden scent that was masked by the overly musky building. Who that scent belonged to he intended to find out, that is, if the culprit is still present. The shepherd took his time now, walking at a calmer pace and occasionally poking his head into rooms in which he found the doors to be open. From the surroundings of this part of the building one could tell that back in the day when it was still a prison, this was where the employees had worked when they were not working face to face with the prisoners. Costello had come to an end in the hallway, with two directions to choose from. A sign on the wall pointing right, indicated the cafeteria, the other, pointing left, indicated the main cellhouse. Snorting and flaring his nostrils, having lost the scent, the brindle dog took a sharp right and bounded down another hallway until he approached two double doors. Pushing past the swinging doors, Costello trotted into the cafeteria, his tail held high and his eyes darting from side to side, scoping the area. Once he deemed the room safe the mongrel walked past the tables and chairs, some of which scattered about in a unorderly fashion, a few even on their sides, and proceeded through another pair of double doors. In the back of the cafeteria is where the food was made, this much he knew. Although it had been many years since it was ever used for cooking Costello could not pass up a chance. It has been a few days since his last solid meal and he was a bit desperate. It was not so much that he expected to find some scraps laying about, but more so hoping there would be rodents of some sort thriving back here. His nose led him to the very back of the kitchen where he poked his head behind the old oven and sure enough he spotted a hold in the wall. There was not much he could do right now but wait, the dog padded a few paces away and laid down on the cold pavement. His eyes watched for movement and his ears listened for little pitter patters of feet inside the wall. The dog sighed and allowed himself to momentarily drop his guard, perhaps long enough to take a break and relax out of the immense heat that blared outside. count: 651

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[atrb=background,http://i44.tinypic.com/2s7hsvl.jpg] x Icecold was already in the main cellhouse prior to her nostrils having caught her ex-lover's scent, so her thought. x She was there to beat the heat, maybe even catch something to eat; rodents or insects. The only thing, Icecold wasn't expecting was to see him again. It had now been about a month and a week sense she had her heart broken, left to fill the void with empty romances. The empty romances being Wicked and other whoreish brutes, that didn't mind - of course Wicked minded, but he still did it, knowing the possibilities of pups - having a pups with a girl like her. x It was when the canine bent in and glances in the cell, that is when the Vizsla, Icecold, caught wind of him. Of course he didn't see her, she was crouched down under the bed. Icecold had a hard time squeezing herself of out the small space, a small space plus glancing in equals, he didn't see her. After she got out from under the bed, Icecold stood, waiting for the right distance to follow him. It was after about ten feet did she start. Her nails, clicked on the cement flooring. She prayed he wouldn't turn around. x God answered her pray; so the speak. When the shepherd would stop, so would she, when he would continue so would she. The only time when the vizsla didn't continue was when he went the back of the cafeteria. Something about the back didn't fit well with her, and it the moldy food smell was enough to keep her away; also. So, she kept to the front. She decided to hide from the shepherd till he came back. She found a chair on it's side, facing the back. x A couple moments went by, the Dutch Shepherd; Costello as she remembered his name, had come back, waiting for something. "Hello again, Costello. Its funny seeing you here." Ice said, in a gentle but insensitive way. She wondered if he remembered her or not. ooc; ew... D: Ugly post. I don't know where my muse for Icecold has gone. I promise next post will be better!

[• Ruffian •]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,20,true][atrb=width,560,true][bg=e7e6e3] About a half hour passed by until the very little patience Costello had ran out. Sitting in the kitchen of an abandoned prison was not going to bring him food. Although the buildings around the island were perfect shelter for small critters and prey animals alike, it didn’t seem a meal would come bounding toward him so easily. The canine gathered himself and padded toward the exit, he figured he’d have better luck tonight in the meadows. As he pushed through the swinging double doors Costello halted abruptly and caught wind of a familiar scent. He scanned the area until, there, he saw the culprit. Propped up against an overturned dining chair, was a large copper colored dog. At first he did not recognize her, something about her was different, she seemed… more feminine, I guess you could say, that being a compliment from Costello. It had been about a week since he last found himself nearly running into her, yet just managed to avoid it. The bristled fur on his back had relaxed however his racing heart beat had yet to subside. Costello pushed himself onward, unable to avoid her this time as she had already noticed him. In one sly movement the shepherd was on his feet trotting ever so swiftly toward the vizsla looking dog. His tail was held high in a confident manner, along with his head in the air and a cocky grin across his face. “Well look who we have here,” he took a moment to recollect her name as he scanned over her form with a flicker of his eyes. “Ice, how’ve ya’ been sweet cheeks?” he chuckled and licked his lips. Something about his tone was sarcastic and almost even degrading in some shape or form. The way he violated her with his eyes and casually brushed his tail under her chin as his grin grew bigger. Indeed, Costello had quite the ego, but especially so because he found himself somewhat attracted to this female, whom he had a one night stand with not too long ago. The more he caught himself liking what he saw the more he denied it to himself and the more he felt resentment toward the large female. Costello was not one to trust easily, and he would not fall victim to the opposite sex. count: 388