Who lives behind my eyes?[SERI]

[.:Desired:.]

It’s almost been eight months. Admiral is surprised. He’s stayed in a place for eight months. He hasn’t moved on. And strangely enough, he doesn’t really have the desire. He has met and fought with a few dogs, but for the most part he has spent most of his time here wandering the wilderness. He finds it nice, how wide the open spaces are. He remains a city dog at heart, nothing could ever replace his love for the dark, dank, and dangerous, but he can still admit that it is nice.

It’s that urge for the fast-paced that sends him to the middle of town today. His fighter’s body carries him with ease to the center of town. His ears flicker with amusement. Dead. It was a warmer spring day, the sun sending rays of heat down on his back. He started to pant a bit. The black engine where he met the little bull terrier was still there. He wandered near it, taking a zigzagging route towards it. He reached the steps jumping up into the cavernous machine.

It had always fascinated his intellectual mind. He knew it moved. Something made it, he didn’t know what. Humans were strange. They trusted the large black engine to carry them places. Why not just their own carcass? Admiral himself had made it all the way from Chicago on four feet. He had changed a lot since then, arguably for the worst. He hadn’t had a taste for blood until setting out those long years ago.

He was in the control room. It was small, with another door. This one was closed, but if he stood on the metal sheet where the buttons were, he could jump out. If he wanted. As it was, he wanted to remain out of the sun. He was bored as well, which didn’t bode well for his mood. He yawned once and settled on the best position. From beneath the control panel, he could have his back protected and see anyone who came or went. Hidden in the shadows was always nice. The strategy was normal thinking for him. Always had been. He wasn’t Admiral if he wasn’t ready to immediately spring from his defensive position to the offensive. A prince was smart and calmer than a general. Just because he didn’t have a throne didn’t mean anything to him.

He was lonely. And that never happened when he wasn’t having one of his inexplicable depressive episodes. He wasn’t having one now, and that was why the thought surprised him. He didn't like thinking of the episodes. He had recently gotten over a dark one, before he had run into Roulette he hadn't eaten in four days. He'd just been so tired. It annoyed him know how much he had let that control him. But then again, he could never understand it. Having told Roulette lifted a bit but now he's almost avoiding seeing her. He doesn't like to admit even to himself how much that sadness isn't him.

With a sigh, admiral stretched out onto his side, head and chin resting on the floor. His yellow-green eyes remained trained on the door. One didn’t become prince of an entire city without constantly checking over their shoulder.

But damn the irritating loneliness. Admiral blamed his entirely normal mood on the fact that he hadn’t had contact with a canine in a full week. Unless one counted the one he had tussled with just for the hell of it, ending the boring fight with a quick but fatal neck bite, admiral hadn’t had a conversation for two.

And so, the doberman mix found himself humming nonsense and glancing around the train from his position. He could only see everything through one eye. That one eye took in everything, all while making sure the entrance remained visible. There was a rather interesting crack in the ceiling. He wondered how it had gotten there and then smiled at himself. Making up stories now? The least you could do is make up battle strategies.

So he did. It was a nice relaxing exercise. He found he missed it. The tussles, the comradely one had with a small pack of fighters. He snorted at himself. Was he truly that lonely? He was thinking about the past and that never happened.

Amount:641 Words.
Notes/Admiral’s emotional state: Admiral is normal, for now.
I feel like I rambled, but hey.
Muse:Awesome!
Tune:Pandora radio
Tags: Seriously with Charlotte;;

[seriously]

Silent steps remained cautious as the female attempted to travel the whole train without a single sound to blow the non-existent cover. Hopefully there would be no weak spots that could not bare the weight of the mixed breed as she hopped from car to car going from the far back to the very front in the shortest amount of time possible. A little personal competition would never hurt anyone, besides Charlie was finally free of siblings, all sixteen of them to be exact. Though it was not just the brothers and sisters, but the parents as well were annoying as hell, not that her mom was ever around but there was always other females in the Mafia that acted like a nurturer to the abandoned litter. To her knowledge, no one really knew why Mila left her kin behind, but the red Siberian husky was never questioned because she never came around, not even to visit her own children, how rude. If one was stupid enough to get pregnant, they could at least show enough respect to take interest in their kids. At least show some regret and show that they are responsible for their idiotic actions. Hatred flooded the mutt's veins as thoughts of her 'mom' flushed through her mind for only a couple minutes. It was not that Charlotte wished she actually had a mom to boss her around and act like a parent because that was the absolute opposite of what she really wanted, but to have someone to actually care would be nice. Whatever, it was never going to happen, and now Charlie was an adult so she did not even need a parental guide any longer, it was just the mere thought of having someone genuinely love her with natural instinct excited her. Opening her thin lids to reveal two bright blue pools as she hopped to the last block, the control room. The ivory girl had never been huge, nor was she dainty, nothing but muscle. However, it was just enough to break through the crack of already weak ceiling and collapse in a heap on the dirty ground, covered in shambles of debris. Oh, what a day. Glancing around with wide, icy eyes with a sigh, the female caught only slight movement in the corner. Curled up in a sleep like state was a black canine, a male considering the strong musky scent radiating from his body which begun to unfold into a very large frame which seemed to tower over her own. Not one to be easily intimidated, Charles merely growled with complete agitation, this was turning out to be a God awful day on its own, she did not need to be eaten by another canine who she happened to wake up, it was an accident in her own defense.This male did not look as if he was very reasonable, in fact he kinda looked pissed. Her bad. Standing up and shaking off flakes of ceiling before sitting once again, just to guarantee her comfort. If she was gonna get murdered by a sleepy man, might as well go comfortably. It would probably be in her best interest to apologize but she was not really in the mood to be sorry, shrugging off the idea of speaking words of pure wisdom to the brute and raising her chin the slightest bit. "Hello," sweet chords sang with no emotion, just pure satisfaction of being released through her mouth, into the world so cruel and real.

Amount ; 585
Notes ; Sorry this took so long, and it's crappy and I don't even have my table ready!
Tags ; Admiral ; Desired

[.:Desired:.]

It was strange to think that he had been raised to fight since birth. That everything he had ever learned or done pertained to one thing. To becoming the best adviser his brother could have. Admiral himself had never really thought about usurping the throne from him, he had known Blithe would make a great king. The thought of subtly helping his less sly-minded brother had been enough. Plenty had tried to convince him to take his ‘rightful’ spot.

Admiral now couldn’t survive in a pack without being the leader. He deserved nothing less. This ego and temperament was part of the reason he had met so few during his stay here. This was fine with him, he only liked the ones strong enough to endure it and respect it anyways.

He could fillet have of them six ways to Sunday if he wanted to.

His ears flickered and he emerged from his drowsy state when he heard the oddest noise. Thuddings coming from the ceiling of the train. It was faint and he almost ignored it, but the noises were getting closer. His eyebrows rose as he realized something was running from boxcar to boxcar. It wouldn’t have made so much noise if it was a varmint, like a squirrel or a rabid possum.

So he wasn’t too surprised when a dog fell through the ceiling. He bolted to his feet, lips curling back in disgust as dust and sand flew up into the air like a blanket. He cocked his head when the white mass untangled itself, letting loose a short but courageous growl. She, he realized when her scent hit him, then relaxed comfortably.

If he had been in any other mood but his normal one, she would probably would have already been snapped at. As it was, when she spoke, he couldn’t help but chuckle darkly. He sank back down to his haunches, not wanting to scare away the little female yet. She was a rangy thing, leanness and muscle. This at least wasn’t so mind-numbing boring.

”Hello? Is that all you have to quip? Couldn't think of anything more?” he asked with a grin. He could have thought of a few better things to say if he had taken such a tumble. But then, he granted her some leniency. She was young and probably not accustomed to the world.

That thought sent a smile splintering across his face.

He continued, aureate eyes glittering with amusement. “After all, who wants their last words to be a simple greeting?”

He didn’t ask simply to scare her. He liked to toy with others. If she got scared, he’d be amused. If she didn’t, he’d be intrigued. Either way it was a much nicer flip to the day. He didn’t always get the chance to meet someone worth speaking to. He hoped she was.


Amount:479 Words.
Notes/Admiral’s emotional state: Admiral is normal, for now.
Muse:Eh, not my best but I wanted to reply anyway.Should pick up once we get going
Tune:Pandora radio
Tags: Seriously with Charlott;;

[seriously]

Locking her blue pools on his orange tainted gaze the female gave a soft smile, one mysterious and deprived of any emotion other than pure satisfaction of witnessing this scene. Leaning forward a bit to merely whisper an answer to the male, the scenic grin on her face not fading as she spoke "Hell yeah, sometimes words are just better thought than spoken. I choose wisely." If anything the girl would have wished to spit in his face and walk off, get his temper to flare, perhaps he thought life was a game, killing was the objective to anyone he met. Not with Charlotte, if this brute thought he was getting under her skin, he was dead wrong. SItting back on her haunches, tail flickering with amusement, this threatening thing was getting to be quite annoying, maybe even a bit disruptive to her personality, just building on her natural attitude that the young female had possessed since birth, also, it was not planning on fading away anytime soon. No matter where her attitude decided to shine, it always seemed to flare a situation either in a good way, or a bad way. Sometimes her disposition did nothing but cause trouble, other times, it won the hearts of others considering she was not mean, not a bitch, she just knew how to stand her ground and talk back. Audits swiveling to get a better grip on his words, Charlie smirked "Last words? What are you planning on doing? Eating me? Good luck. I might be a little to spicy for you." Standing up to look the bull straight in the eye, intruiged by the colors that seemed to swirl in his glowing orbs, what emotions were radiating through them? The doberman was interesting, she could give him that much, therefore he could possibly be worth some time to crack his code that was obviously buried deep under his killer crust. Everyone had a heart, there were just some that took some digging to find it. "I'm Charlie." Speaking slowly, words hardly sputtering with annoyance as her seating position redeemed itself, tail curling tightly around her. "Your name?" Asking a question based sully on curiosity, fueled on her interested mind the girl considered bombing him with a torrent of questions so quickly, so annoyingly that he would have no choice but to attack. Though Charles already had an escape route all planned out, right back where she came from, through the ceiling. Which would not be hard to reach considering all she had to do was jump on the huge hunk of metal and through the whole created by none other than herself. Ah, the glory of destruction never went away, and she personally was okay with that unlike others who may focus on their negative projects and what they did wrong with their personal issues.

[.:Desired:.]

Admiral liked to mess with most dogs. If only to amuse himself when they grew flustered. He liked to question things no one had ever thought to. It was what he did most of the time anyway. The young white dog was probably too young for a lot of his philosophical musings, but he couldn’t help but smile at her response. At least she recognized it. He nodded, as if he was a teacher approving her response. To him, he was. It was an annoying habit for anyone that hung out with him, but he had long ago decided it was his duty to rid the world of idiots. If that meant killing some and teaching others, then so be it.

He was a bit annoyed at having been startled from his nap, but he figured she was more interesting to talk to. For now. A broad smile revealed yellow teeth as he chuckled. “Spicy, eh?” He couldn’t help but leer at her and continue, “I’m pretty sure I could handle it.” He didn’t elaborate and sank back down on his haunches to scratch his floppy left ear. He was confident that while she may put up a fight, right now neither of them really wanted to.

When she introduced herself first, he nodded. Dropping his foot, he shook himself, ears flapping noisily. His ever present sneer came back, though it was fainter. Charlie? It fit her, probably much better than the full name, which he assumed was Charlotte. He liked her fearless attitude. He knew he was intimidating to look at it. He was taller than her, broader, and scarred. It was obvious he was a brute who could fight. The only difference was that he actually enjoyed a good brawl.

“Admiral.” His name rolled off his tongue with ease. There was no mistaking the pride he took in it. It was also evident that he was unapologetic about it either. He cocked his head slightly, “Charlie, just what were you doing on the roof?”

His tone was almost reprimanding, but the expression of amusement on his face counteracted that. He was truly amused about it. He had never met a young dog that didn’t run from him, nor one that had fallen through the ceiling and gotten up with little more than dust and a smile. It intrigued him simply because it was different. If it was different, there was no way Admiral could ignore it. He’d been caught up in the different, in being different, since he was born.

Amount:431 Words.
Notes/Admiral’s emotional state: Admiral is normal, for now.
I feel like it’s rambling, but I’ve had a busy week and just want to roleplay.
Muse: Alright.
Tune:Pandora radio
Tags: Seriously with Charlotte;;

[seriously]

This would be fun, considering this male still didn't seem even the slightest bit intimidated, not that Charlotte was expecting him to be shamelessly quivering with fear. A little space would be nice since Admiral did not seem to really give a shit that he was a bit too close for her comfort though it did not take much. The boy was large, muscular, covered in scars, basically his appearance alone terrified her, Charlie would never show it not only for the reason of utter embarrassment, but also with the knowledge that the mutt would only feast on her fear if it showed. Being a smartass was not going to help the ivory girl in this situation either, but she did it anyway just because she was a rebel, always had been "How do you know when you haven't even had a taste? You don't know what your getting yourself into, now do you?" With a slight tilt of the head and a flirtatious grin, the ghost shaded vixen began to transition into only a victim trying to wiggle her way out of a situation. As Admiral itched a scratch caused by the unknown, short fur flew through the air, creating a cloud of disgusting particles as well as a few drops of saliva that was flung from his germ filled mouth of yellow teeth. Who cared? No one in that particular train car that was for sure, it living was meant to be clean, every second would be spent sanitizing, where was the fun in that?

Taking much pride in his name was obvious, the way his voice seemed so used to saying it, he probably just muttered the word to himself or the dead rats after he killed them. Not that she was discriminating against the guy, perhaps he just had never had anyone to love him so now he acted so...odd, cannibalistic, psychotic. That was okay with Charlotte though, she could deal with this madness and truthfully, once the source of the chaos was found, everything would unravel and things would be solved. Like siblings, some of her's were pretty much like this new 'friend' so it was not like she was trotting on uncharted territory. Another question, one that this time was not known as far as an answer therefore it took only a bit of thought before she finally decided that she had absolutely no idea what the answer was. "Why does it matter?" tilting her head the other way, raising her chin and narrowing her eyes, gazing into those yellow voids of his, a shade that matched his teeth with little observation.