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Post by Ricky Dominik Alise on Oct 11, 2012 23:57:42 GMT -6
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Ricky groaned softly as rolled over in his bed. Lord did he really have to get out of bed? Letting a soft whine pass through parted lips he as he spared a glance at the bedside table. Nine-thirty. He arched his back as he did one of those full body stretches. Grunting as his back popped a few times before falling back against he bed in a boneless heap. Oooh those always felt so good. Hearing the clicking of Milo's nails on the ground, he tried to judge where the dog was located in his far to big house for a single person to live in alone. But it was his family house, right smack by the beach; he could look out his window to his bedroom and see miles of sand and sea. He didn't have the heart to sell his home. It was full of memories of people he held dear to his heart, only to have them torn away from him, leaving him the soul survivor. Ricky was the only one in his family left. His parents were only children, his twin sister was dead, his parents were dead, and his whole family was dead. Who did he have left? A dog he rescued from the local animal shelter. Milo was a mutt, but looked like a pure Great Dane. He rolled over in the bed and lay sprawled out on his stomach for a few minutes before snatching the screwdriver on his bedside table.
Once he had attached the Powerfoot Biom, he was basically ready to go... Not really, needed to get dressed first. The one thing he loved about this Biom, it was almost like he had his leg back. almost. He can't say that about any of the other prosthetic limbs he has. He stood up and slowly wandered over to his dresser. Rummaging through the drawers, he pulled out a pair of jeans, tee and a hoodie Nothing fancy. He slipped into the jeans, covering up the prosthetic. About ninety-five percent of the time, people didn't even realize he had a prosthetic leg, they just though he had a slightly awkward gait. Ricky grumbled under his breath as he walked into the kitchen. He quickly feed his dog then let him outside. He knew for a fact that his dog would stay on the property. It was a large one, plenty of places to wander around. He'd take his dog a walk later, after he got home. He craved Starbucks. Which wasn't often for this guy. Most the time he was a Dunkin Donuts type of coffee guy. Making sure to have an extra battery for the Biom he headed out the door.
Strolling down the street, he had his usual somber facial expression. Ricky may have a blank face on often, but he hid a lot of anguish under the surface. A lot of pain that he hides from everyone he knows. His sides were one thing he never exposed to any single person. Littered with scars that would make anyone cringe. Self inflicted. A habit he wasn't proud of, but it helped when the dam broke inside his head. A Few people nodded his way, and head respond politely with a nod back. He let his mind wander as he walked, letting sad green eyes take in the familiar surrounding area. The minute he spotted a Starbucks he made a beeline, pulling the door open and stepped inside, and got in line. The line moved rather slowly, so he took a moment to look at the menu even though he knew exactly what he wanted. When the person behind the register asked what he wanted he responded with a short and to the point "Venti French Roast, black."; He quickly paid and waited for his order as be Batista whipped up his drink.
Once he had his coffee and made his way out of the quaint little store, he walked around for a while. Taking an occasional deep sip of his coffee. He lived off the stuff. The stronger the better, as he didn't like adding anything to his coffee. Liked it as black and strong. He wandered into a bookstore and browsed through the psychology section. He grabbed a few books and went to pay. He scowled, one thing he hated about purchasing psychology books/text was: They. Were. So. Damn. Expensive. It was absurd how much they cost. He took a second to look for some place he could read. Spotted a park across the street. He glanced both ways before crossing, giving a wave to those who stopped. He dumped his empty cup of coffee into the trash bin and made his way over to a table and parked his ass down and pulled out one of the books, wanting to read the first chapter, fiddling with the necklace that was around his neck
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Post by Rowa Gene Blackburn on Oct 12, 2012 21:14:23 GMT -6
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 what it all comes down to i'm broke, but i'm happy. i'm poor, but i'm kind. i'm high, but i'm grounded. i'm drunk, but i'm sober. i'm sane, but i'm overwealmed. i'm lost, but i'm hopeful baby. OUTFIT: clicky | TAGGED: ricky | WORDS: 774
Rowa was loving his time at St. Helena's so far. He was getting through to a lot of kids that had natures which tended to close themselves off. He was glad that he might actually be able to get the kids to talk to him and help them with their problems. He moved up the stairs to his apartment, grinning as he was greeted by three very enthusiastic dogs, stroking each of their heads as he closed the door behind himself. He moved to the table, setting down his coat, draping it over a random chair. It was then that he pocketed his keys once more and reached over grabbing three harnesses which he held up to show the dogs. "Who wants to go for a walk?" he asked teasingly to the dogs who were jumping and doing circles around themselves in excitement. He grinned, kneeling down with the black harness in his grip and watched as his oldest friend came forward.
"Good boy, Tine," he whispered, hooking the black harness over the large doberweiler's form, clipping one of the leads on the three-way leads onto the harness with a smile. He then picked up the blue harness and smiled when his next eldest came forward. "Good boy, Raiden," he stated, kissing the head of the doberdane, hooking him into his harness and smiling then as he clipped him to Tine with the three-way lead. He then smiled at the youngest. "Whose my pretty girl?" he cooed gently, patting his knee to beckoning forward his youngest, smiling gently as she came up to him. "Yes, you're my pretty girl, aren't you, Acyd?" he cooed, hooking her into the pink harness and then connecting her to the boys, placing her on one of the end leashes so that she would be able to sniff her way around everything.
Then hooking on the longer leash to the three-way lead, he started to head out, allowing the three canines out before him and locking his door once more before heading outside and walking down the street with the three rather largish dogs. Even Acyd, as only a puppy, was still pretty-good sized. He smiled slightly, watching as Acyd's nose immidiately went to the ground, sniffing, tail wagging frantically in her pleased expression of being outside. He walked them over towards the park, walking along the designated paths before moving off to a grassy area and leaning down to unclip first Tine, then Raiden, and lastly, unclipping Raiden, knowing that the boys would keep Acyd in line as she bounded off, nose still to the ground, and even tripped over her ear a time or two.
Rowa laughed softly, watching her carefully as he slowly followed her, Raiden bounding out to tackle Acyd into a mock-wrestling match. Raiden was still young enough that he liked to play, while his oldest friend was nearly eleven years old was much more content to stay by his side. He reached down, not even having to stoop as he stroked the large head of his doberweilier. "Look at 'em, Tine. Ah, what I wouldn't give to be that young and carefree again," he stated teasingly, chuckling as he followed the two wilder dogs down the path before calling them back. He reached down, hooking them back onto their leashes before walking down a little further towards the doggie park where he could just let them loose and not have to worry about them rushing off.
Rowa leaned in slowly and draped an arm over Tine's shoulders and leaned against the large dog. He could definitely use a nap. He heard his dogs barking though and raised his gaze to look at what they were barking at. A man had arrived in the park and was sitting at a table with a bag of books. He looked vaguely familiar and Rowa realized that this male also worked at St. Helena's. He rose to his feet, and as he did he moved towards the male as Acyd rushed up to him, sniffing at the male's ankle. "I know she looks like she's intimidating, but she's only a puppy, really. She won't hurt you," he stated simply, smiling as he moved closer to the other male, offering the other a hand gently as he shifted his leashes to his left hand. "Sorry about them if they're bothering you we can leave. I'm Rowa... I work at St. Helena's with you, I've seen you there."
DATE: november ??
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Post by Ricky Dominik Alise on Oct 30, 2012 23:52:05 GMT -6
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Ricky skimmed through the pages of the psychology book he was reading. Psychology was something he could never get enough of the topic really. Even though he was the jock in high school, he always knew exactly what he wanted to major in college. Psychology. His fingers were tugging ever so gently on the rosary that adorned his neck. It had been Gemma’s necklace. He pulled it away from his neck and peered down at it. It was something that he rarely ever took off from around his neck. In the last four and a half years, he’s taken it off only when he’s been to the doctor’s office. He wished he had a notebook. Reading this textbook made him want to write notes, like he did back in college. Gnawing lightly on his lip, he absentmindedly scratched his side. Cuts were healing, thus they were itchy as fuck. At least he knew it was a sign they were healing.
Out of the corner of his eye, he saw a few dogs off leash, accompanied by a man he knew also worked at St. Helena’s. He sighed softly and ran a hand through his hair, ruffling it, making it all the more disheveled. He heard, rather than saw the Dane puppy bounce up to him, sniffing at the Biom. He shifted his leg slightly, smiling down at he puppy with a ghost of a smile on his face. ”She’s not at all intimidating. I have a big dog at home. Total mutt, but looks like a purebred Dane.” he replied, peering up at the other man with a small smile, a smile that failed to meet his eyes. It wasn’t often that Ricky truly smiled a smile that would reach his haunted, sad greenish hazel eyes. He turned his head for a moment, closing the book with a soft thud.
As the man shifted a touch closer, Ricky couldn’t help but tense ever so slightly. ”It’s fine, really don’t worry about it. I’m Ricky, it’s nice to meet you.” He shook Rowa’s hand for a moment. Letting the feel of someone’s hand in his own linger for a moment. Ricky would never say it ever, but he was so starved for any kind of affection. He craved any kind of physical contact with someone. He let the hand drop after a few seconds. He held his hand out to the large puppy, allowing her to get his scent. ”Aren’t you a beautiful girl” he said as he gently ran a hand over her head. ”What are their names?” having spotted that there were three of them.
Ricky shifted is entire body, moving so that he was facing outwards with his back pressed against the table. Putting a bit more pressure against his back than needed. Maybe he should have brought Milo along with him, but knowing his dog he was sound asleep at the very moment under the covers of his bed. That’s where he always took refuge when he wasn’t around. He glanced over towards Rowa again. ”So what’s your specialty?” he asked, he was actually curious. Again, that was pretty rare for Ricky since he tends to be Mr. Antisocial in and out of work except when it came to counseling his students. He stretched his legs out in front of him, the sun reflection off a sliver of metal that was the very leg that the puppy sniffed at so curiously.
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Post by Rowa Gene Blackburn on Oct 31, 2012 19:40:41 GMT -6
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what it all comes down to i'm broke, but i'm happy. i'm poor, but i'm kind. i'm high, but i'm grounded. i'm drunk, but i'm sober. i'm sane, but i'm overwealmed. i'm lost, but i'm hopeful baby. OUTFIT: clicky | TAGGED: ricky | WORDS: 546 Rowa smiled slightly as the man stated that Acyd was not all that intimidating. "Well, I'm glad there is someone who isn't afraid of a puppy. Most people are terrified of her or of the other two because they're "big dogs" or something of that nature." He smiled as the male stated that he had a big dog at home to that was a mutt but looked like a great dane. "I have a soft spot for the bigger dogs, as... I guess you can kind of tell," he stated, gesturing towards the two large dogs that were standing beside of him, Raidan's tail going ninety miles per hour as he leaned forward ever-so-slightly to sniff the other male. He smiled, reaching down and scratching his ears lovingly. He watched as the other closed the book he'd been reading. Psychology.
"So... you're into psychology? Do you teach it or just study it?" he asked, tilting his head slightly before the other finally gave him his name. Ricky. It suited him. "Well, I'm pleased to make your aquaintence, Ricky," he stated easily, though it looked as if there was something else that might be bothering the man though, as if he weren't quite all there. He watched as the one now called Ricky held a hand down for Acyd to sniff and smiled as he actually treated her like she should be treated. A lot of people treated dogs like they were stupid animals when in fact they were exceptionally bright creatures. He tilted his head as Ricky asked what their names were. He reached out, gently resting his hands on the heads of the two canines on either of his sides.
"Well this one here... he's the eldest, been with me since I was a teenager... he's Tine... part doberman, part rottie." He smiled, looking down at him and then looked to the other. "This one is Raiden... got him... oh about a year and a half ago, I suppose. Part great dane, part doberman. And that beautiful little puppy you're adoring... I've had her for... about two months now... she's a full great dane, and her name is Acyd," he stated, smiling at the other male. "All of them are shelter rescues. I'm lucky these are the only ones I have, I swear if I had my way, I'd leave the shelter with every dog that they would let me have..." he stated, laughing simply as he scratched the ears of the dogs.
Then the other asked him what his specialty was. He laughed, shrugging slightly. "I don't know if I really have a specialty persay. but I teach art at the school. And counsel addictions and suicide and depression..." he stated softly, looking the other male over easily as he turned towards him a little more completely. He was... exceptionally attractive, though he did notice the fake leg but he didn't dwell on it. He looked up at the other's face once more. "What about yourself?" he asked, tilting his head slightly.
DATE: november ??
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