For a Client _Indie_

[Maxxie Ivy Dane]

The sky was just beginning to turn blue again, after it had been dark for so long. The tires of the small Toyota truck popped and gridded against the gravel of the unpaved parking lot as I turned in to the animal shelter. It didn't seem like such a bad place really, but I actually detested coming here. Not for the reason of hating dogs or anything stupid like that. It was for the simple reason that I knew I couldn't take all of the animals home with me. Today everything would be more tolerable though, because I would at least get to take one of the dogs home with me.

It didn't take long to find a parking space in the front row, and Sam who was resting on the seat by his leg started getting rowdy. He always knew that they were going somewhere when the car shut off. Let's just say he was never-ever the one to be left behind. I waited for a moment in the quiet car and watched Sam clamber up my arm to lest against my next on the left shoulder. It was for balance getting out of the car. Or getting back in or going anywhere for that manner. As we stepped out I only then could feel his nails digging in to my shirt, it wasn't all to painful, just uncomfortable. I slamed the car door shut for good measure and started in the other door.

This place smelled of misery and hope all at the same time, masked by dog and cat. The dogs and cats I didn't mind so much though. The front room was surprisingly spacious, dog toys covered one area of the room that Sam was eyeing intently. I wanted to schold him, but he hadn't done anything yet so I couldn't. Eventually to take his mind and mine of the other animals I walked up to the brightly painted front desk. I leant over to check the where abouts of the other human being. In the process I could see the dog cages down one white hall. They were all barking and excited so someone had to be close by.

Glancing down, there a bell sat. I felt stupid for not noticing it sooner and not even noticing the gleam in Sams eye when he wanted to play with it. My shoulders shrug and my arm rested on the table as he once again clambered down from his oh so mighty perch. He walked his awkward walk cross the desk to the shiny sliver piece. The quiet click-click of his black nails setting against the surface in time with his awkward waddle and butt shaking made my laugh a bit.

In stead of tapping the bell and coming back up, he actually stood on the bell and started jumping on it. His head stayed in on place while his body flailed about. I attempted to pick him up in my laughter but I started to hear footsteps and knew that it was to late to remedy the situation so I just stood, awkwardly smiling next to a jumping bird on a bell. You know normal stuffs.

[indiana elizabeth hutchinson]

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[atrb=background, i1060.photobucket.com/albums/t456/Awengera/IndieMid_zps4c16545a.png] She’d had the most boring job in rotation today, desk work. The staff alternated between desk, dog clean and feed, cat clean and feed. Sometimes, if there were other events going on or something needed to happen, they’d have a more unusual thing to do. The desk job at least included adoption monitoring, meaning that she got to play with the animals while people were checking them out, to see if the potential pet-owners had any interest. Today had, per usual, been a slow day. Indie always had countless ideas for the shelter, but no one ever listened to her. She wanted to do an adoption day, with games and prizes and stuff, with small entry fees into the games and things, with all of the socialized, ready to adopt animals brought out and shown off, especially the older, harder to adopt out ones. She normally sat behind the desk and wrote out all of her ideas in a notebook or typed them on the computer on her desk days, and she had many ideas in her head. After a while, as the day went on and only two people had been in, both of who checked out a few cats and expressed no real interest. So she’d gone back into the kennels and started working with one of the dogs, a seven-year old female mutt. She was pretty, but no one wanted the older dogs, so those were who she trained most, a dog with tricks was much more tempting. The dog hadn’t come to them with a real name, so Indie had taken to calling her Raven. Raven was sleek, muscular, and big, with a bit too much energy sometimes, and her jet black coat was slightly long and took a bit of grooming. She was such a quick study though, she’d only come to them three weeks ago, and Indie hadn’t had much extra time to train lately, and yet still the dog knows all the basics and responds pretty quickly. As soon as her shift is up, desk worker of the day gets the clean and lock up afterwards, which means that she can stay longer and bring Raven outside to run. She really needs it. A rapidly ringing bell at the desk sounds, and Raven’s perked ears shoot forward, and she tugs against the leash Indie has her on. Indie stands up, shoving the treat she’d just taken out in an attempt to train Raven to ‘shake’ and stood up, bringing the dog with her to the front desk. She pushes through the swinging door and stops short at what she sees, suddenly cracking up and bursting out in laughter. A bird was jumping tirelessly on the bell, flailing about as it rang, the bird’s supposed owner standing there, watching the bird with a grin on his face. Raven was a great dog, and didn’t have the need some might to attack and eat a bird, instead curiously watched it, sitting down and letting a slight whimper out. It took her a moment to regain her composure, before straightening up and tightening her grip on the leash, although she very much so trusted Raven around smaller animals and even cats, she never could be too safe. ”Oh, wow that really made my day.” She said breathlessly. ”How can I help you?” She asks above the sound of the ringing bell. ©credits : table by ironman(awengera) lyrics : carry me home – we are the in crowd

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[Maxxie Ivy Dane]

A woman came through the swinging door. Though Maxxie didn't all to much noticed what she looked like, because he was more focussed on his not-so-slick creature of a white cockatoo. The bell still rang out and eventually he swore that it was now ringing of mercy. A few more jumps, gleeful, and he had to intercept Sam's fun. Removing himself from his awkward stance he managed to move his hands in such a way that Sam's feathery back landed in his palm. The flailing stopped, and the ringing almost immediately died down in to silence. With Sam now almost stund Maxxie turned his attention back to the woman, with a weird half flabbergasted half relived face. Brown hair, bright eyes even though he was almost positive they were brown, and she had dog with her that patiently sat by her side.

He didn't intentionally mean to be rude but he immediately started to study the jet black dog. His observations were interrupted when he realized that the girl spoke during his interception. Maxxie thought her voice sounded nice and joined in with a bit of a chuckle, Sam still resting in his hand. She seemed to be laughing arded than he, and this made him half--heartedly laugh again for no apparent reason. He cleared his throat and spoke in response. "I am looking to adopt a dog..." his voice trailed off for a moment until his gaze fixated back on to the one next to her. "Is she available?" As far as he could tell physically she was great for the reasons he needed her.

Maxxie didn't really know what else to do with himself for a moment so he offered his name really having no problem making friends. "My name is Maxxie... might I ask your's?"

Notes; oh my god I am so ashamed at my attempt at this writting view -.- I apologize and the next will be better promise.

[IRONMAN]

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[atrb=background, i1060.photobucket.com/albums/t456/Awengera/IndieMid_zps4c16545a.png] It had been nice to have a good laugh. Working in a shelter was amazing, but also a bit depressing. The stressed looks of the animals, the ones who have been abused and always have that fearful glint in their eye. It was upsetting. Raven watched with curious eyes as the bird settled into the boy’s hands, her tail thumping on the ground as she wagged it, head tilted in a curious manner. Indie followed his gaze to Raven, listening as he spoke. Suddenly she grinned, her eyes lighting up with joy. The thought of the dog having a home made her glad. She leaned over and rubbed Raven with one hand. ”Yes!” She quickly said, a little too enthusiastically, cutting herself short at her loud, abrupt reply. ”Yeah, she is.” She reevaluates, clearing her throat. ”Well, if you’re interested… We can take her outside and you can play with her a bit, make sure she’s a good fit for you?” She says, smiling gleefully. It was wonderful, that the sweet dog might finally get adopted. She deserved it. She almost didn’t notice him talking to her, asking her name. She just barely caught ‘Maxxie’ at the end of his sentence. She smiled, about to offer her hand to shake and then dropping it, remembering the presence of a bird in his hand and deciding against the gesture. ”Pleasure to meet you.” She said. ”I’m Indiana, but just call me Indie.” Freezing for a moment, she added ”And this beautiful one is Raven.” She said, crouching down and wrapping an arm around the dog, who licked her chin in response, tail moving a mile a minute. ©credits : table by ironman(awengera) lyrics : carry me home – we are the in crown

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