Post by Kar on Nov 23, 2006 15:47:54 GMT -5
ooc| Sorry it's really long. I started writing, and I couldn't stop.
“Miss… um Miss,” eyes opened and the girl turned her head slightly, staring at the man you had just addressed her. “Hmm?” she said, though her lips stayed shut. The man looked uncomfortable, and then finally managed to say,” I don’t think you should be leaning over the railings like that.”
“So? I don’t care. It’s none of your business.” Stormy brown eyes glared at this man, he had no right to tell her what to do. She returned her gaze back to the ocean, feeling the cool sea breeze hitting her. The man looked defeated, and then turned away from this girl. “Not my fault if you die or something,” he mumbled, turning away from her and beginning to walk. The girl was young, about the age of 28 or so. This was her vacation time from being a veterinarian. And she had decided to spend it by taking a cruise. But that had been a while ago, now it was time to go home, and back to work.
She looked at her watch, 5 minutes. Then grabbed what was remaining of her bags, and got ready to get off the boat. A voice came over the announcements, and then she got ready to get off the boat. Her cell phone was in her hand, ready to live again. They docked, and Ava got off the boat, and in one swift motion, the cell phone was on. Work had begun.
/Somewhere in New York City/
Hurt. Bad Hurt. Hunger. Bad Hunger. Need Shelter. And Food. Shelter from Theys. Shelter from Hurt. Theys walk by. Some yell, and scold. Some hit. A little They offers some food, the bigger They hits. Some Theys throw stones, I run, I run far. Dark sets in. Cold also comes. I shiver. Need Shelter soon. I run across a place where the Theys don’t go. But a They hits me with the Metal things they sit in. I yelp, start to run. Red falls from the leg that got hit by the They. The They didn’t see me. Didn’t see what they had done. I whimper, sit by a tall Rectangle. There’s a box nearby, and I sit in it. A pipe nearby leaks water. I lap it up. Still need Food.
/A Few Days Later/
Hurt is worse. I am Hot also. Haven’t found Food. Still drinking water though. Leg on fire. A They came here a few days ago. Yelled at me, called me ‘Dirty.’ Then hit me. Loud Metal They-Holders screech by, hurting my ears. I look, seeing one had stopped. A They gets out. They are holding something. I get up, and then fall. The They is getting closer. Closer, closer. I whimper, get up and start to run. Fall again, but have gotten a bit farther. The They is on me now. They slip the thing on my face, and I try to bite, but can’t. They grab me, and put me into the Holder. I try to escape, try to run, but cannot. And now they stick something in me. I try to fight, but my eyes get heavy, and I fall asleep.
/A Few Weeks Later/
Ava looked at the chart, at all the dogs that had to be ‘put down’ today. She hated the terms used to say whether or not a dog would stay alive. Put to sleep didn’t mean you were putting a dog to sleep. You were killing it. It wouldn’t wake up. She sighed. Sometimes, she hated her job, and other times, she loved it. Like when you saved an animal’s life.
Ava grabbed he white coat, and slowly walked into the sterilized room. She looked at the chart again. The sad thing was, some of these dogs had never had names, and never would. She knew the list was mostly comprised of dogs that had been poorly socialized or had just started, and ended, as street dogs. She lowered her eyes as the first dog was brought in.
/The Dog’s Point of View/
A They took me to the room. White and clean. I whimpered as another They grabbed me. Put me on the a table. I sat there. Fear. The They had a needle. This They looked sad. She pets me, and then I felt pain. Yelped, tried to bite. But a calm fell on me. Then I felt that same sleepiness. Eyes closed, mind went blank, body went limp.
/Ava’s Point of View/
As they brought the dog in, Ava busied herself getting ready. A no name dog. She fought back what could be thought of as tears. She could hardly deal with this. The dog was beautiful, though it was most definitely feral. She grabbed the needle, preparing herself. The man who had brought this dog in had left now. Ava stuck the needle into the dog, wincing as it went in.
The dog yelped, and the sound of its pain made Ava wince again. She began to pet it, wishing somehow it wouldn’t work at all. But her wish wasn’t coming true. The dog’s eyes closed, and its body went limp. Ava looked at the dog and mumbled,” I’m sorry, I wish I didn’t have to do this.”
She waited, silently for the next dog.
“Miss… um Miss,” eyes opened and the girl turned her head slightly, staring at the man you had just addressed her. “Hmm?” she said, though her lips stayed shut. The man looked uncomfortable, and then finally managed to say,” I don’t think you should be leaning over the railings like that.”
“So? I don’t care. It’s none of your business.” Stormy brown eyes glared at this man, he had no right to tell her what to do. She returned her gaze back to the ocean, feeling the cool sea breeze hitting her. The man looked defeated, and then turned away from this girl. “Not my fault if you die or something,” he mumbled, turning away from her and beginning to walk. The girl was young, about the age of 28 or so. This was her vacation time from being a veterinarian. And she had decided to spend it by taking a cruise. But that had been a while ago, now it was time to go home, and back to work.
She looked at her watch, 5 minutes. Then grabbed what was remaining of her bags, and got ready to get off the boat. A voice came over the announcements, and then she got ready to get off the boat. Her cell phone was in her hand, ready to live again. They docked, and Ava got off the boat, and in one swift motion, the cell phone was on. Work had begun.
/Somewhere in New York City/
Hurt. Bad Hurt. Hunger. Bad Hunger. Need Shelter. And Food. Shelter from Theys. Shelter from Hurt. Theys walk by. Some yell, and scold. Some hit. A little They offers some food, the bigger They hits. Some Theys throw stones, I run, I run far. Dark sets in. Cold also comes. I shiver. Need Shelter soon. I run across a place where the Theys don’t go. But a They hits me with the Metal things they sit in. I yelp, start to run. Red falls from the leg that got hit by the They. The They didn’t see me. Didn’t see what they had done. I whimper, sit by a tall Rectangle. There’s a box nearby, and I sit in it. A pipe nearby leaks water. I lap it up. Still need Food.
/A Few Days Later/
Hurt is worse. I am Hot also. Haven’t found Food. Still drinking water though. Leg on fire. A They came here a few days ago. Yelled at me, called me ‘Dirty.’ Then hit me. Loud Metal They-Holders screech by, hurting my ears. I look, seeing one had stopped. A They gets out. They are holding something. I get up, and then fall. The They is getting closer. Closer, closer. I whimper, get up and start to run. Fall again, but have gotten a bit farther. The They is on me now. They slip the thing on my face, and I try to bite, but can’t. They grab me, and put me into the Holder. I try to escape, try to run, but cannot. And now they stick something in me. I try to fight, but my eyes get heavy, and I fall asleep.
/A Few Weeks Later/
Ava looked at the chart, at all the dogs that had to be ‘put down’ today. She hated the terms used to say whether or not a dog would stay alive. Put to sleep didn’t mean you were putting a dog to sleep. You were killing it. It wouldn’t wake up. She sighed. Sometimes, she hated her job, and other times, she loved it. Like when you saved an animal’s life.
Ava grabbed he white coat, and slowly walked into the sterilized room. She looked at the chart again. The sad thing was, some of these dogs had never had names, and never would. She knew the list was mostly comprised of dogs that had been poorly socialized or had just started, and ended, as street dogs. She lowered her eyes as the first dog was brought in.
/The Dog’s Point of View/
A They took me to the room. White and clean. I whimpered as another They grabbed me. Put me on the a table. I sat there. Fear. The They had a needle. This They looked sad. She pets me, and then I felt pain. Yelped, tried to bite. But a calm fell on me. Then I felt that same sleepiness. Eyes closed, mind went blank, body went limp.
/Ava’s Point of View/
As they brought the dog in, Ava busied herself getting ready. A no name dog. She fought back what could be thought of as tears. She could hardly deal with this. The dog was beautiful, though it was most definitely feral. She grabbed the needle, preparing herself. The man who had brought this dog in had left now. Ava stuck the needle into the dog, wincing as it went in.
The dog yelped, and the sound of its pain made Ava wince again. She began to pet it, wishing somehow it wouldn’t work at all. But her wish wasn’t coming true. The dog’s eyes closed, and its body went limp. Ava looked at the dog and mumbled,” I’m sorry, I wish I didn’t have to do this.”
She waited, silently for the next dog.