Viva las Vegas{seri<3}

[Tundra ?]

<sub>Vegas was traveling around Saddle Creek's town square for no particular reason. She had met most of her people outside of town square, but maybe today she would get lucky and find someone else to play with. Perhaps a girl, this time? Perhaps, Perhaps. But if not, Vegas would be most definitely fine on her own. She was a girl of dreams, games, and gambling. If you fell into a lucky spot for some time, she would give you your tokens. If not, well, you'd better wish your happy days over. She was the Queen of Vegas, ouh Las Vegas. She also has a habit on jumping on something when its not to be played with, that in fact was what Vegas was doing right now. She had just heard some soft, mild voices of low chatter from behind an alley way beside the Town Hall, where the local clock was, was broken of course, and the bell that the people used to ring when it was perfectly on the hour. The pitter patter of footsteps gave Vegas away, perhaps, or maybe it as her satisfying scent. Vegas sneaked a little bit closer, but then she was too late to still try and poke in, for the brutes had found her, and to their astonishment, it was a female. The larger, Rottweiler looking brute, stepped forward and glared Vegas straight in the eye, his deep, alto cords rumbling with anger. 'Who are you, and what did you hear?

Vegas slunk back half heartedly, hoping they would view her as innocent and not a messenger for whomever they were plotting against, or something. She shook her head regretfully, as she started to do her fake shiver to get the boys to believe her. The older male, perhaps the gang leader in all this, eyed the Aussie suspiciously while sizing her up at the same time. "Look boys, I'm not here to spy on whatever little scandal or murder mystery you've got going on here. I just wandered up and happened to walk over near you." She paused, waiting for a response. "You wouldn't harm an innocent soul, now would you, gentlemen?" she whispered, blinking sorrowfully as if that would help her head. They grunted, stared, and then turned their backs on the female and proceeded with walking and talking in low, delicate whispers. Vegas chuckled, rolled her eyes and turned around, growing tall every step of the way. She could put on a great show, for those who would watch and listen. Maybe ever learn a thing or two. You never know.

The blue Merle had a spring in her step as she left the building of Town Hall, but then did a 360 turn and spun right around to see the doors wide open. Oh? Well, perhaps, if the two males where in the next alley, perhaps there would be fun inside. She smirked, a light breeze taking her scent and wafting it up into the air, for anyone, I suppose. Vegas smirked playfully, trotting eagerly up the stairs onto the wooden porch, her nails clicking delicately on the old, rotting wood. She starred up at the higher placed walls and pillars that held the place firmly up, but not for too long, this building was getting old, and whomever decided to stay here was definitely in for a damning time when this place came to ashes. Vegas would not be here. She was only stopping by for the party, which she herselfed had just now planned. Perhaps those nasty brutes she had left before might be hiding something inside these walls. Children, perhaps? Females? Whatever the fact, Vegas was about to find out. Play her lucky card, or go home.

When she faced the doors, Vegas straightened tall, puffed her chest and began to delicately walk into the centre, doors opening just for the femme. Or so it seemed. She always had a creative imagination, but sometimes it took her to the cliff. Vegas always stopped herself, of course. As she brown coffee colored eyes scanned the dim, dusty building, a few old, a few recent scents struck her nose as she stood still, taking everything in first. Today would be good, just for a fact she wanted to verify. There was a set if stairs that interested her, by the end of the right corner, they seemed to take whoever wanted, perhaps private access, to an enclosed room. She tilted her head. rolling her shoulders to relax the tensed up muscles that were lying underneath her fur. Rolling them a few more times. Vegas finally was able to relax and straighten her posture. Her mother was always bugging her of those kinds of tiny details, but Vegas never really listened, until she realized how much better it felt.

Amount: 803
Notes: Eh, I had to start the last two paragraphs over again, and sorry for the wait <3
Muse: Moderate
Tune: The humming of my computer~
Tags: Seriously w/ Charolette</sub>

[seriously]

Thoughts were mindless wanderings that only ended to countless subject changes, therefore Charlotte did not make thinking a number one priority. Hence the reason for somehow managing to get all the way from Saddle Creek to the center of the dusty little speck on the map, Town Hall. Actually the roof of the building which had begun to deteriorate over the many years without proper maintenance considering the canines were not meant to do such jobs. Unlike the humans who had done nothing less than up and left, leaving their piles of bricks, wood and metal for the dogs to make into homes. Even with the flesh covered creatures roaming around their belongings were put to good use, whether it be protection from the many harsh elements mother nature decided to sprinkle throughout the old city, food which was almost gone since it was a prime source of nutrition for almost all the patriots that now ruled the area. For some odd reason Charlie had always been intrigued and delighted by the adrenaline rush given when in the face of danger. Usually these scenes were in the form of heights in the consideration that any fight that the ivory girl may be challenged with, had been rejected based on the fact that she was indeed female. If the heir was more seductive and lustful like some, she would most likely be a delight to any male, probably even able to put them in a trance, though it was not how she pictured her personality even at the young age she was currently faced with. Of course the ghostly hued vixen was more than appreciative of all the attention whorish actions brought her, but nothing brought a smile to her face more than a good blood shedding battle.

Cat fights between girls were plain silly, so perhaps it would be better to roll with a gang of brutes like the ones chattering along below. Guys were nothing but testosterone hogs that think of nothing but sexual activity which they weren't getting without the visual approvement of the Siberian husky mix. Relationships weren't exactly her thing either, commitment was totally out of the picture until she found a perfect guy which was practically impossible, so why not just stick to sleeping around and having a good time. It was a basic life goal that obviously could not be too hard to follow unless one would turn it into something much more complicated than it needed to be. Let go, be free. Simple idea. Rolling her eyes as a female became part of the picture, busted for stalking around in a private conversation that was not in a very secluded area, therefore it was not exactly the fault of the girl who seemed to be one to just stumble into the situation. Watching with nothing but pride in her gender as the fae simple wiggled her way out of the situation without a blink, it was pure genius to appear innocent even though no one truly is. Grinning as the merle girl made her way towards the entrance of the building, Charles slipped back under the shingles and into the ceiling panels, padding around until she found the spot she had broken to pieces a few days ago and hopping down with utter grace, landing perfectly on four feet. Waiting for only a moment until the sound of paws on creaky steps cued for the mutt to open the door, using forelegs to turn the slippery metal knob. "Must say, your smart. Saw your little act down there, maybe your worth some of my time."

Quirking a brow as she stepped out of the claustrophobic room and out into the center of the hall, looking around "I'm Charlie, you're a genius, I like you already." Turning to face the Australian shepherd with a sly look plastered upon the alabaster maw, blue orbs shining brightly with mysteries waiting to be solved.

[amount] 647
[notes] sorry this sucks
[muse] better than I thought
[tune] silence
[tags] tundra with vegas <3