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Post by selenarosestone on Nov 28, 2010 19:18:48 GMT -5
Despite being aware Tams already had pets, Selena set out to find one of her own. Her choice was a cat. A black cat to be more precise. She always wanted one and she thought it’d make a good companion while she practiced her witch-craft. Witches did have black cats from the movies she saw. So she thought ‘what the hey’ and went for it.
Strolling through the doors of the pet shop she came across, her eyes immediately darted around the place. Catching everything in her view. Whatever wasn’t hidden beyond shelves or cages. She saw a kennel with some dogs, some fish, and your other typical types of pets. Except cats and ferrets. Maybe they’d be in the back room?
Her shoulders sunk in a shrug before moving along. The isle she had chose in search for the fury meowing critters consist of cages with mice and a variety of reptiles. She always thought they were pretty neat but would never have one as a pet. Might freak the others she lived with out. It’d be a funny trick but only if Tams’ future husband wasn’t sick.
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Post by Curran Aiden Pettelli on Dec 2, 2010 14:07:59 GMT -5
 you heard that i was trouble ,
BUT YOU COULDN'T RESISTJ U S T T A K E A B I T E L E T M E S H A K E U P Y O U R W O R L D - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
Currans finger ran cross the various boxes of pet food, eyeing them with distaste. He hated the dog meat they had here – not that he had ever tried it personally, but the idea of it repulsed him no end. Still, he thought as his fingers closed around a pretty harmless looking packet of tins called CHOW!, he had been put in charge of Sryllia’s dog whilst she was ‘away’ (ye, that’s what his parents thought. He couldn’t bare to tell them the truth) and looking after the fluffy Pomeranian also meant buying it food. And Dog shampoo. And Poo bags. Seriously – the list was endless.
Rolling his eyes, he tugged the tins from the shelf and carried them under his arm towards the other end of the shop, where the dog brushes were. Daisy, the Pomeranian, had apparently decided that eating the last one meant she wouldn’t get groomed – and as much as he loved dogs, Curran hated holding the squirming things while he brushed its fur, but after three weeks she was looking neglected. Besides, she only squirmed when she thought she could get away with it – it took only a low growl to get her to settle down. In his families ranking, in his packs ranking, Curran was much higher than the squeaking, squirming pup.
First Born sons got that privilege, sometimes.
Tins balanced under his arm, Curran rooted through his pocket for change whilst simultaneously pulling one of the dog brushes from the side. This done, he headed towards the counter to pay, brushing tightly past another lady in the shop. At her scent, the hair on the back of his neck prickled – but he thought nothing of it. It happened occasionally, his wolf side picking up on something the human side could not, but he mostly ignored. “Sorry“ Curran murmured, lsipping past and plonking the tins on the counter.
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Post by selenarosestone on Dec 2, 2010 16:15:10 GMT -5
In her little search for the other animals the store kept she accidentally bumped into another costumer. Oops, she really had to watch where she was going. Or was it his fault? Turning back, she spotted a boy trying to balance some items in his arms while digging in his pocket for something. Poor guy. He looked like he could use a little help
She began to approach but he was already at the counter paying for everything. Except for the brush that fell to the floor. Strolling up to him she picked up the brush and waved it at him a little. “I think you‘re missing something.” She clarified. “You dropped it on the floor.” Placing it on the counter with the rest of the items, she gave him a soft laugh. “Next time you ought to take a cart so you‘re not dropping everything.” She teased.
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Post by Curran Aiden Pettelli on Dec 2, 2010 16:31:21 GMT -5
you heard that i was trouble ,
BUT YOU COULDN'T RESISTJ U S T T A K E A B I T E L E T M E S H A K E U P Y O U R W O R L D - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
Curran did not notice that he had dropped the hairbrush almost until she was waving it in front of his face. Quickly patting down his pockets, he laughed and took it from her, still smiling. Curran was definitely one of those boys who could charm the pants of a girl, in many cases quite literally, and he often found it hard to switch off. Though part wolf meant that once he found a girl to love, there was little chance of him ever leaving her he, and his family knew from past experience, that it would probably be a long time before that ever happened. Still, he didn’t mind all that much.
”Thanks” He grinned, putting it onto the counter and handing over the coins to pay. “My sister would kill me if she found out I forgot that – though i’m pretty sure daisy wouldn’t mind so much” He joked with her – of course he did. He was naturally flirtatious. As the clerk put the doggy groceries into a bag, Curran pocketed his change and held out his hand, the multitude of leather bands and beads around his wrist falling down his forearm with the motion – he could be a bit of a magpie sometimes. Name’s Curran.. and er... thanks for the tip. And the brush””
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Post by selenarosestone on Dec 3, 2010 15:08:37 GMT -5
She gave a slight chuckle at the remarks of his sister. She could relate. True, she didn’t have any siblings but Karlie and Damon‘s kids felt a lot like siblings to her. She even fought with some of them sometimes. More so the girls though. “Daisy not a big fan of yours?” She asked teasingly, assuming Daisy was the dog‘s name and not his sister‘s.
Moving off to the side she let him pay for his things before he went on talking to her some more. It was a shocker really. She expected him to just leave with his items but it‘s like he was prolonging that.
“Name‘s Selena,” Shaking his hand as she introduced herself she took a moment to let his name sink in as well as the beads and wrist bands he had on. “Peace and happiness?” She asked as she hinted towards his wrist when she stopped shaking his hand.
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Post by Curran Aiden Pettelli on Dec 6, 2010 17:58:57 GMT -5
you heard that i was trouble ,
BUT YOU COULDN'T RESISTJ U S T T A K E A B I T E L E T M E S H A K E U P Y O U R W O R L D - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
Truth be told, Somewhere Curran might have registered that this possibly was not one hundred percent ordinary behaviour for someone in a pet store buying dog food, but then Curran Pettelli was not one hundred percent ordinary. Depending on who you might ask in fact, he could be quite extra-ordinary. But, that did not lessen the fact that recently the shop had been somewhat empty, and somewhat quiet, more so without his sister around and his mother off away at some book fair, and he was kinda sub consciously craving human contact right now. Well, speech anyways. He could get contact.
”That dog despises me” Curran laughed ”And it’s nice to meet you selena” He shook her hand once and then grinned at the bands on his wrists as they slid back down his arm. ” No, that’s my sister. She made one... and i’m a bit of a magpie sometimes.”
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Post by selenarosestone on Dec 6, 2010 23:00:33 GMT -5
”Oh, I‘m sorry to hear that. Daisy isn‘t a poodle, is she?” She asked from curiosity. She heard dogs like poodles and chihuahuas were annoying and chirpy, and could sometimes even be nasty. Causing trouble, nipping at people’s ankles. That sort of thing. Plus Daisy sounded like a name a poodle would have.
She smiled politely at him as he explained his sister and as he spoke she grabbed one of the bags from his arm. Common courtesy her mother always told her. To help those who seem to need it, unless they were a total asshole. Another saying by her mother.
“There‘s nothing wrong with that unless however…your bedroom is a total pigsty.” She said with a small laugh. “You don‘t happen to be a cat person do you? I came here today to pick one. I just love cats.” It was probably useless information considering she didn‘t know if she‘d ever see him again or not but she put it out there anyhow.
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Post by Curran Aiden Pettelli on Dec 8, 2010 13:09:18 GMT -5
you heard that i was trouble ,
BUT YOU COULDN'T RESISTJ U S T T A K E A B I T E L E T M E S H A K E U P Y O U R W O R L D - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
Curran pulled a face. Don’t get me wrong, Curran adored dogs – they were loyal, charming, playful, and they knew their place in the hierarchy once it had been shown to them. Poodles however – well he didn’t understand poodles. They were too human, and too obsessed with their hair cut for his liking. Now a husky, or a German shepherd, now they were dogs. Those dogs you could wrestle with and tussle with and downright have fun with without fear of hurting them. Daisy the Pomeranian on the other hand, squeaked if you came to close with the nail clippers. “Naaw,” He told her, slipping his wallet back into the back of his jeans and readjusting the weight balance now the she seemed to have grabbed one of the bags. He didn’t ask why, but accepted her help, it would be rude not too. “She’s a Pomeranian. Not exactly a step up from a poodle if you ask me, but ah well. ”
“Cat’s?” A look of distaste flashed across Currans face at the word. He was most definitely not a cat person – and it had nothing to do with the fact he had chased many of the neighbourhood tabbys into trees during one of his ‘hairier’ moments. “Sorry, Can’t help[ you there. Cats don’t seem to get on with me too well, and i don’t them. But, ” he pointed towards the back of the store, “If they have any kittens in they’ll be back there. If not, you’ll find some advertisements for people selling them.”
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Post by selenarosestone on Dec 8, 2010 20:53:38 GMT -5
She made a face of her own when he mentioned the dog was a Pomeranian. Cute, sure why not? But totally not considered a dog. They were right up there with those flippy stuffed dogs you see at the mall. Adorable for a toy but the actual thing, no thanks. She like Curran never cared for smaller dogs. “So you don‘t like tiny dogs or cats?” She questioned, an amused smile on her face. That‘s when you knew she was about to tease you. That smile of hers meant ‘trouble‘, usually.
“Thanks for the info but how come you don’t like cats? Too much late night meowing on the fences?” She honestly wouldn‘t blame him if that was his reason because it was pretty damn annoying. Cats in heat who can‘t find partners to shut them up, digging through the outdoor trash. She‘d hate it too if she had to deal with those kind of issues so that is why she‘d make sure her cat would be an indoor cat.
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Post by Curran Aiden Pettelli on Dec 10, 2010 10:40:37 GMT -5
you heard that i was trouble ,
BUT YOU COULDN'T RESISTJ U S T T A K E A B I T E L E T M E S H A K E U P Y O U R W O R L D - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
This was not one of the first times Curran had ever been asked that question, so he didn’t fluster in lying easily to her. Well, the answer was not completely a lie, but he couldn’t tell her the whole truth either. When he was younger he had got flustered and made excuses, but now his words spilled as easily from his mouth as honey - a lifetime of practice of covering your tracks can have that peculiar effect on you. “No, not meow-ing” He laughed softly, “Got mobbed by ‘em when i was younger. I got me a little bit of complex these days” See, it wasn’t a complete lie – he had been mobbed by them when he was younger.... but he had chased them all up trees and they hadn’t come near him again.
“As for small dogs... well, they’re not really dogs are they?” He asked, the question more rhetorical than needing an actual answer “I mean, all they do is squeak, and jump up and down – and they don’t like to roll around and actually play. A proper dog likes ot get rough and chase things round the garden, little dogs bark at their won reflection and pee when they get scared” He laughed.
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