new beginnings - ironman

[nyte]

m a r l e y
into a place where thoughts can bloom
into a room where it's nine in the afternoon

The morning had been fine in the shelter side of the establishment. A few people had come in to look at the animals, most of the time it was people walking over from the vet while their animals were being treated. Marley was the desk girl that day, and was incredibly bored most of the time. But it was nice when people came in and she could show them to the animals. She might have even convinced an older woman to one of the cats they had at the shelter.

Marley spun around boredly in her chair for awhile before standing up, only a tiny bit dizzy. No one had come in for a few hours. She walked over to the door and looked around a small bit before closing it and heading over to the dog section of the shelter. There was a new member of the shelter she wanted to check on.

It was a skinny female dog who seemed rather afraid of everyone that tried to get near her. When Marley walked up slowly to the cage, the brown and white dog was cuddled into the back corner. She had not touched her food since the vet office brought her over yesterday. Marley was worried for the dog, hoping she would try to eat soon.

"Hey little girl.." she cooed softly to the shivering dog, who's eyes were starring, wide and scared. "Shh.. it's alright sweetie. No one is here to hurt you." she said quietly, leaning back to see out the window in case anyone was on their way inside. When she confirmed it was all okay, Marley made her way into a sitting position in front of the mutt's cage. Smiling sadly at the dog. "Poor girl.. I wonder who could have made you so scared of humans. Maybe you were a stray all your life. The only part of humans you ever got to meet were the ones who threw and yelled things at you huh?"

The dog didn't respond. But she didn't really expect her too. The only thing that changed about the dog was her shivering.. which had increased.



ooc: o.e
words: 357
lyrics- panic at the disco [ nine in the afternoon ]

[IRONMAN]

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[atrb=background,http://i1060.photobucket.com/albums/t456/Awengera/IndieTableMid_zpsa78d6709.png] Her job today had been behind the scenes. She alternated with a few other people between tasks each day at the shelter, and honestly didn’t mind them, even the job today. This day, she was assigned to clean up and feeding, which is easily the hardest job labor-wise in the shelter, but she could care less as she cleaned out each cage and cleaned and sanitized the playroom the allowed the more social cats out into to meet people or just to stretch their legs and play together. The days were split between cats and dogs though, and today she had had cats, which was the easier one. It was a nice thing that felines crap in a box. After she’d finished her tasks, she’d played with the cats a bit, of course. It was hard to resist. Her favorite to play with was a new cat by the name of Harley. Harley was four years old, and that sadly meant it was going to be harder to adopt him out, especially because he was a stray, and has a scar across one of his eyes. He didn’t have the pretty quality either. It wasn’t going to be easy to home him, even though he was so lovable and playful. Though she was assigned to cats today, after she’s done, she makes her way to the kennels to play with the dogs. While it wasn’t a necessary task, it was pretty easy to assign themselves to playing with the animals, and making sure they are well socialized. A lot of the time, when Indie would finish up early, instead of going home, she’d play with and even train the dogs some. A dog who new tricks was a lot easier to adopt out, and as much as she hated to see animals go, it sucked more to see them stay. She’s surprised to see a face she somewhat recognizes in front of the kennel she heads for. A new arrival was very shy, and Indie had been trying to work with her. She’d achieved petting without flinching, but she hadn’t had much extra time to spend, since for the past few days she’d been assigned to dog clean and feed both days, covering for someone else. ”Hey there, Marley, is it?” She greets in a soft, gentle voice, as not to upset the dog, and gives them their space, instead turning to the kennel a few spots away, where an older German shepherd cross sleeps. That poor dog had been here for two months now. Indie had been proposing the idea of an adoption day, where they could bring all the animals outside on a nice day, have games and stuff, reasons for people to come and see the animals. And especially stress the awesomeness of the older, harder to home animals like this one and Harley. They used to do adoption days like this as the shelter she worked at before they came to Addison, and they were almost always a huge success, as well as small prices for games, and raffles for pet toys, supplies, games, and things like that, to raise funds for the shelter. It didn’t seem that anyone was listening to her ideas though, even though she’d gladly pay for it.

[nyte]

m a r l e y
into a place where thoughts can bloom
into a room where it's nine in the afternoon

After a few minutes of silence, someone else had entered the dog kennels. Marley glanced over to see one of her co-workers. She gave a friendly smile to her, looking back at the dog who's ears had pirked up a bit at a new sound. Marley sighed, leaning back a bit. 'Must be horrible.. even though we're trying to help them. From her view she's stuck behind bars in white walls..' the blonde girl thought to herself before her thoughts were interuppted by the other girls voice.

[ Hey there, Marley, is it? ] She looked back over at the darker haired girl and nodded with a big smile. "You got it." She thought for a moment back to the names on the worker list and found the girls name in her mind. Indiana. Marley watched as Indiana had stopped in front of one of the other dogs, she knew as the mixed shephard.

Marley looked back to the cage and smiled sadly at the shivering dog before slowly standing and making her way to another kennel, to a dog that was much more social. A collie mix with beautiful blue eyes. She looked over at Indiana and said in a bit louder voice than usual, "It's been such a slow day today.. I've been so bored sitting at the desk." she told her with a exaggerated sigh, followed by a slight giggle.

She turned back to the dog in the kennel who was wiggling excitedly at the door. Marley kneeled down and put her hands up to the bars, the collie licking the bars excitedly.



ooc: merp o.e
words: 276
lyrics- panic at the disco [ nine in the afternoon ]

[indiana elizabeth hutchinson]

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[atrb=background,http://i1060.photobucket.com/albums/t456/Awengera/IndieTableMid_zpsa78d6709.png] The sleeping dog raises his head and flicks an ear in a tired manner as she opens the kennel bars, rising to his paws and yawning, padding over to her and sniffing curiously at her clothing, tail wagging slightly. She reached into her pocket and pulled out a treat, feeding it to the dog. He was such a gentle giant; he took the treat so carefully from her fingers. She wished she could adopt right now, she wanted this dog. She wanted Harley, too. Honestly, she wished she could adopt every animal in the shelter. If only. As Marley moved towards the collie, Indie sighed. That dog was such a sweetheart. They all were, how could they have been cast out of their homes, the way the majority of them were? They all had people they trusted and loved, only to be passed along. They love unconditionally, but don’t receive such treatment back. ”I can’t believe she’s still here.” She says, glancing at the collie Marley kneels by, rubbing the relaxed Shepherd mix behind the ears, his favorite spot. At Marley’s comment, Indie laughs a little. She knows those days, and normally spends them writing down, or typing up all her ideas for the shelter, even though no one listens to her. ”Well, the cats were particularly chatty today.” She says sarcastically, as the Shepherd mix attempts to lie on her lap. ”You’re too big.” she mutters, but allows the animal to fit whatever amount of him he can on her, grunting as he shifts around to get comfortable.

[nyte]

m a r l e y
into a place where thoughts can bloom
into a room where it's nine in the afternoon

[ I can't believe she's still here. ] Marley nodded, agreeing with Indie on that one. The collie was very sweet, but not many people wanted a collie, because of how much work they were. After a few moments, Marley couldn't help but let the young dog out for cuddles. She sat back and opened the cage, the young dog flopping out quickly and walking straight up to lick Marley's face. She giggled loudly, falling back a bit on one hand while gently pushing the black and white collie mix away from her. The dog wagged its tail happily, looking around a moment before sniffing around the other kennels, greeting the other dogs. Some who were excited back, others who simply walked away. "Come on Missy" she said to the dog, pulling gently at her tail to get her to turn around.

The dog turned and loped excitedly back over to Marley, flopping down in her lap with her tongue hanging out of her mouth. "What kind of name is Missy anyway? You're not some prissy poodle" she joked to the dog, scratching her behind her ears before looking over at Indie as the large dog tried to sit in her lap. Marley smirked, "All big dogs think they're smaller than they really are." she said, looking back at the blue eyed wonder in her lap.

She looked over at the door that led to the outside part where they usually took the dogs to go play. She looked over at Indie, "We could take a few of the dogs outside since we have time if you like." she suggested happily. Starting to gently push the collie out of her lap so she could stand. Marley stood up straight and brushed her jeans off a bit from all the dog hair before reaching up on the shelf next to the collies kennel for the blue and green tennis ball that sat there. The collie saw the ball and instantly became focused on it, waiting for Marley to throw it. Marley smirked at the dog, hiding the tennis ball in her pocket until they got outside.



ooc: --
words: 366
lyrics- panic at the disco [ nine in the afternoon ]

[indiana elizabeth hutchinson]

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[atrb=background,http://i1060.photobucket.com/albums/t456/Awengera/IndieTableMid_zpsa78d6709.png] Indie glanced at the collie Marley played with. None of the shelter workers had named that one, she had come to them because her owner had decided she had too much energy for the small single story home they owned. Indie hated excuses like that. If they’d lived in that house before getting Missy, they should’ve done their research and known they needed room for her to run, and preferably something for her to herd. If they’d just moved, it really isn’t that difficult to take your dog in to mind and at least look for a place with a yard, they are after all, part of the family. If a house isn’t a good fit for your child, would you just give it away? She stroked the German shepherd’s ears. He’d come without a name, but someone else from the shelter named him Buddy. Which was a fitting name, but far too common, so she’d taken to calling the dog “Widget” or “Widge” for short. She rubbed his stomach as he groaned and tried to roll over in her lap, his limbs sloppily laying limply around her, as only his torso fit on her. ”That’s a good idea!” She says, glancing at the clock on the wall. They’re shift was technically up, meaning the shelter was closed for business for the rest of the day. She pushed Widge off her lap, and he yawned, walking in to the kennel and laying back down. He wasn’t always tired, but he was quite lazy and was perfectly content to sit in a corner and sleep. He was so gentle and sweet too, he’d be a great family dog. He was already well trained, too. ”Who should we bring?” She asked, standing up, glancing at Missy. That was an obvious choice. ”Let’s grab a few of the high strung dogs, they need a run.” She said standing and shutting Widge’s kennel. Beside each kennel a leash was strung up. She walked to one near her, grabbing the leash and opening the gate. The dog inside yipped excitedly. It was a little Jack Russell terrier, so creatively named ‘Russell’ by his previous owners. She clipped the leash onto his little leather collar and grabbed his toy of choice – a squeaky squirrel toy, from his shelf and placing it in her pocket. Since both dogs were such a handful, they were better off each bringing only one dog, so she glanced at Marley, waiting her for to say she was ready.