Guardami negli occhi [CALI/OPEN]

[BluePlaid]

The day was absolutely perfect. The weather was seventy-four degrees, the sun lit up the world with very few clouds, and the ones that were to be spotted were as white as snow. A gentle, occasional summer breeze passed by, sometimes causing green leaves to rustle gently and peacefully. A Cirneco dell'Etna quietly trotted around, craving for someone to interact with, yet at the same time, hoping not to talk to anyone. Her mom was already annoying enough. "Oh really, and you think that I would have pups," the gorgeous female asked her "mom." The truth was, she was schizophrenic, so she was pretty much staring at nothing. In her own mind, the high pitched, Italian voice of her mother responded back, "Perche si parla inglese, imbecille?" Which meant, 'Why are you speaking English, you imbecile?' The female, Fantasma, stopped herself right in front of an old building and sat down, a questioning expression on her face. "First of all, I have no idea why I'm speaking English. Second of all, get out of here. I don't even remember why I was talking to you." Fanta rolled her eyes and pushed her mom away, watching as her boring mother pranced off. Her dark honey eyes scanned the outside of the school. It was old and the door would squeak every time the nice wind blew.

Curiously, the lass trotted around the to the back. The grass was a slightly faded green, about five inches tall, probably because no one has cut it in forever. With a happy sigh with the quiet peace, Fantasma gracefully walked around the park, admiring the old swings, three broken and on the ground, one rusty, and the other slightly swinging in the breeze. That's just like life. There will only be one who shall conquer them all, rise above everything. There's only one who can survive, laughing at the others who rot. The thing is, the winner isn't happy. The winner is sad an lonely, while the ones who fell first had a happy life, died with their friends, and are now in a good place. Fanta blinked, biting her lip and wondering where she would end up. In the beautiful, clear sky, or in the horrible, horrifying, unmentionable place?

Could she change? Was it her fault she joined a Mafia? Was it her fault she had murdered others? Or was it her mom's, for abusing her ever since she was young? Is it like the American story Fanta once heard, about the queen being jealous of another's beauties, so the queen tried to kill the beautiful maiden? Will Fanta ever have a happy ending, find her prince, her knight? The Cirneco shook her head, trying to clear her mind of the though, and slowly walked to the long, high slide.

It didn't look safe, and was rather rustic, barely darker than Fantasma's fur color. With an easy hop, the lass jumped onto the slide, laying down with her paws dangling off the end of the side. Another slight summer breeze came, blowing the tall grass all in one direction. Fantasma lowered her head to rest upon her outstretched arms, gently closing her eyes, but occasionally opening them to look for danger.

Amount: 543 words
Muse: GREAT
Notes: super excited for this! ;D
Tags:

[?SilentCallings?]

<sub>** The sun shone down upon the silver and white mass on the dusty floor of the general store, stretching his hind legs out as he felt another body breathing beside him, turning his head to see a beautiful Rough Collie napping the day away, oh right, he had lured her in here for a night of fun. Well, he didn't want her anymore, but she did seem like the insanely clingy type, and he was in no way ready for a committed relationship, he was young and wild, he needed his freedom! This was when Justin knew he would have to make a hasty getaway before she woke up, though to his disdain the second he moved his lean frame, one of the boards creaked beneath his wait, the girl's lashes fluttering as big brown eyes stared up at him, her bottom lip wobbling as she whispered, “Where are you going? Are you leaving? You can't leave me, I love you!” The Husky mix cringed at the easy use of such a horrid word, and he backed up slowly, hoping he was in the direction of the door, harshly spitting out, “Bitch, you need some mental help… See ya!” Without further ado, the male turned on a dime and bolted out of the building, ignoring the wailing cries leaving the proximity he had once been in, never again would he trust the caring eyes of a lady wanting to start a family, ew, never did he want to see the face of wriggling puppies, for that would mean responsibility.

** Now that his lust had been satisfied and bundled up last night, Justin was rather bored with what he was going to be doing for the rest of the day, be it his usual agenda of scoping out some gorgeous gals or resting up and actually going home to check on how his siblings were doing, haha, as if he cared. If they died he wouldn't even shed a tear, just because he only thought he was important, no one else even deserved to be in his presence, a smirk lining his lips at that amazing thought, his tail sweeping out calmly in the summer zephyr. He was heading towards the school house, or whatever it was called, the thing they taught those pesky human children in, and as he was heading up the wooden steps, his favorite scent wafted past his nose. Woman. Wasn't today his lucky day? He hoped she was a babe, not some ugly old hag, and as he grinned, turning his head to lick his shoulder once, making sure his coat looked clean enough to attract any woman, and when he was finished, he followed the scent trail, the fur along his spine prickling with excitement as he trotted out back. Apparently this stranger liked to indulge upon the toys that humans had once used, and as his feet touched upon gritty sand, he quirked a brow, scanning his ice blue eyes over all the metallic devices. Though soon enough he saw the gorgeously slender build of a female upon the slide, licking his lips with anticipation, slinking his way to the base of where she was seated, staring up at her elevated state as he called out with charm, “Hey baby, what's a fine woman like yourself doing in this place all alone?” This wouldn't be so hard, would it?

Amount: 565 Words.
Notes: She's so gorgeous x.x
Muse: Good~
Tune: You'll Think Of Me ~ Keith Urban
Tags: Blue with Fantasma; OPEN;</sub>

[BluePlaid]

Fantasma closed her eyes for a while, and once she opened them, a rather dashing male was looking up at her. At first the Cirneco thought he would be great company, but once he spoke, she knew he was one of those players. The female took a deep breath and stood up, scanned his body, and then with a sigh, sat down again. Her light honey eyes stared right into his icy blues. The Italian just stared into his eyes for a bit, then, in her completely pure and obvious Italian accent, she spoke calmly, used to these horrible pickup lines. "I am here because I'm enjoying the peace of this place, and it is peaceful when I'm alone." Fantasma paused and smirked at her next words "I wasn't alone when you asked me that question, because you were here. So that question was invalid." The Italian now stood up pridefully, yawning and stretching herself, doing the common dog stretch of going into a bow, her rear high in the air. When she finished, Fanta hopped off of the slide and trotted passed the male, sitting by the swings and, again, staring into his eyes as she spoke. "Ciao, il mio nome e Fantasma." The lass slowly blinked, but then chuckled at herself after she realized what she has said. "My apologies, I'm still new to America, I traveled here from Italy... In case you didn't already guess by my accent. I simply said, 'hello, my name is Fantasma.'"

Fantasma smiled, scanning the male's body once again for any signs of being attacked. When she finished, she turned her head away from him, looking to the right and staring at a flock of birds, her schizophrenia kicking in again as she listened to their conversation. "I can't believe you got us lost again!" "Hey, it's not my fault, Felipo, here, made the wrong turn!" Fantasma rolled her eyes with a smile at the silly birds, and gave a high and light bark towards the pigeons, sending them on their way. They flew up, up, and away. Oh how the Cirneco wished she could fly. That would've made her escapes much easier when she was still in her Italian Mafia. Then she wouldn't have been shot by that stupid human that one time; oh well. Fantasma gently thumped her tail on the ground as a breeze came, sending the scent of the fresh grass into the air. Fanta trotted over to the husky, flaunting herself as she trotted by him, and sat behind the male. Getting ready for something actually fun.

Amount: 439
Muse: Okay
Notes: in case you didn't know yet the title of the thread means "Look Into My Eyes" c:
Tags: Cali; Justin

[?SilentCallings?]

<sub>** Justin was confused, to say the least. This exotic woman he was standing in front of, more so below and to the left, his feet melding into the sand as he furrowed his brows together at her intelligent words, manipulating his flirty chat so that she could find a loophole, something about his presence meaning she wasn't alone anymore. If he had hands that could reach above his head at the moment, he probably would have been rubbing at his temples to disperse of the massive headache reigning over his brain now, and he let out a rippling breath, his silver fur rising up with frustration. He didn't like to be corrected when he was trying to be charming, flirting was his best skill and when he was caught on the spot by someone with such a sharp intelligence, he felt his anger towards her pulsate. A pout upon his rubbery lips, the brute decided to give her a mocking scoff, rolling his icy eyes as he placed his front legs upon the bottom of the slide, calling out with such arrogance despite knowing what she said was true, “So what? Don't try to outsmart me, babe, I'll make you regret it.” Though his threat was rather half-hearted as he stared into those beautiful amber eyes, his ears flattening against his skull as he managed to rip his gaze from her's, not wanting to be captured in the moment, nor be drawn in, he knew how she was working this, or at least he thought he did.

** He didn't want his own game to be used against him, and with a snort, he sat down with a regal look around him, disinterested disguise ghosting over his guise even though he did want to know a lot more about this vixen. She finally chose to introduce herself, but in a manner that the American didn't understand, a surprised look on his face as he just stared at her stupidly, jaw slack. He barely managed to utter out a guttural sound like he was drowning under water, only to let out a sigh of relief when her accented voice chose to translate, confused once again when she mentioned this unknown term, speaking, “Well, I'm Justin… What's an Italy?” He spoke of the European country as if it were some object, though it was to be understood, seeing as how he had only been upon this earth for a year as a stray, so such knowledge had not been blessed to him yet by those who had traveled around. In his mind the only nation in the world was America, and the only state was that of Colorado, such a miniature and enclosed universe in his mind, and maybe it would take different sorts of encounters for him to learn of the rest of his surroundings. As he raised his eyes to meet her own once more, only to notice she was gone, jerking his head around to find her until he realized she was next to him, his gaze glued to her gentle curves with desire, only to then ask, “What were you staring at? In the sky, I mean. I didn't see nothing other than some stupid birds. You hungry or something?”

Amount: 541 Words.
Notes: Hehe, she's a smartie c:
Muse: Good.
Tune: Mud On The Tires ~ Brad Paisley
Tags: Blue with Fantasma; OPEN;</sub>

[BluePlaid]

The rustic Cirneco almost choked on her own spit as she heard the male's first question. She got up and started to circle...Justin. Staring into his icy blue eyes whenever she got the chance to in her slow, slightly tight circle she made around him. She let her tail brush against his side occasionally as Fantasma spoke with a slight chuckle, using the word he called her earlier to indicate to him his little game has been turned around. "Aww, babe, don't tell me you don't know what Italy is! Italy is another country, like the United States of America. It is very far from here, and we speak a different language, called Italian. That was what you heard me speak before. Italy is very beautiful. My father always talked to me about America when I was younger." With a smirk, Fantasma gently whipped her tail on his thigh before trotted away from him, walking onto this little contraption on the playground where once side was up in the air, and the other was on the ground. Knowing instantly what it was, the lass trotting with ease onto it, and stood on the side in the air, making it go down, startling her on how fast it went. That wasn't a very smart choice. Fanta then sat down in the grass beside the lever, schizophrenia kicking in again as a gently breeze sent the grass swaying, and to her, sent the grass talking. "Stop pushing me!" "Hey it's not my fault!"

The temperature seemed to get warmer as more white clouds became to drift into the sky. Snapping back into reality, the light brown female slightly blushed under her fur, but soon cleared her throat and straightened her posture. Must not show any signs of weakness, was the only thought running through her head. Then she recalled the question asked earlier, trying to think of a possible answer. She knew she had schizophrenia, and before she hated it, now, it entertains her when she's bored. It would sound weird to just say 'oh that was my schizophrenia,' so Fantasma came up with the best answer she could. "First of all, I was staring at the birds. Insensate creatures, they seem to be. Looking into their eyes, just looks like you're staring into nothing, like they don't have a soul. B-but anyway. Second of all, you do not talk to a lady like that," she flattened her ears and stood up, staring into Justin's eyes as she trotted towards him again, getting all up in his face. "'you hungry or something?' No! That is not what you say. You should say, 'are you hungry? I could get you food.' Not, or something! Moronic, yet oddly and seemingly suave being." Taking a deep breath to calm herself, her face still by the husky mix's, Fantasma closed her eyes to think quickly, and when she opened them, she thought of another idea for this mutt.

Her eyes lowered and a seductive grin was planted upon her face as she moved in closer to him, their noses almost touched, using the word he called her before again. "Babe, I'm not hungry. My breed was bred to work for hours and hours without food or water, if you get what I am saying." With a wink and a quick lick on his cheek, Fantasma continued with the same seductive tone, this time not wanting to translate what she said as she stared into his eyes. "Ti senti che stai andando a perdersi per sempre nei miei occhi? Guardami negli occhi, ora che stai ricevendo assonnato." Fantasma pulled back and laughed, lifting her head up as she raised a paw slightly up off of the soft ground. She liked him, he was fun to be around. Or fun to tease.

Amount: 648 words
Muse: So-so
Notes: /rolls/ I'm starting to confuse myself a bit
Tags: California; Justin; Guardami negli occhi [CALI/OPEN]

[?SilentCallings?]

<sub>** The male had a rather grumpy look on his face as the female had sauntered so gaily over to him, as if she already was knowledgeable in the fact of pulling on the strings of his sanity, his ears flattening against the curve of his silver skull as he closed his eyes tightly and tilted his chin up. He was a stubborn fool, there wasn't much to it, and so when she referred to him with the same pet name he had appointed to her he just rolled his eyes beneath his lids, feeling his fur prickle as she pranced around him, only to then growl when she tried to teach him something about her home country. Even though he was pretending to ignore her the boy was actually listening quite closely to this new information she was giving him, he absolutely loved to learn new things about the world around him, for while he acted like an ignorant and playerish asshole, he really did appreciate intelligence but kept it to himself, never liked to talk smart because he felt as if girls didn't like that stuff. Wasn't it such a messed up world nowadays? He was now fascinated with what this Italy was like, his eyes going wide with innocence as how she mentioned it was far away, slowly turning to look into her pools of melted amber, tilting his own head as he tentatively asked, “… What's it like? Did they have humans there? I mean, I've only heard stories about them and stuff.” He had never seen one of those despised two-legged creatures in all his life, hell, even his father had never encountered one, seeing as how they had both been born as strays and all the humans had left Saddle Creek so long ago, it was a shame that he never really got to observe what they were like, they appeared to be rather strange creatures.

** He let out a snicker when she mentioned that she was staring at the birds, it didn't make much sense other than if she was hungry, seeing as how they were just a food source to him of feathers and lean meat, unless they were fattened up on their travels across the nation. Oh how he adored it when the geese were making their travels, they were so delicious, but he only had a taste of them once, when his father had caught them, considering he had only been upon the earth for a meager year and a few months, still so much time to go, unless he got killed before then by some angry canines. Suddenly Fantasma lashed out at him about how he spoke to girls, this making him step back in surprise with a shocked look, never had anyone confronted him about his attitude with the ladies, sure in general about how he was so rude and arrogant, but never really about his snotty words with females in order to get them in bed by showing he didn't care. He averted his gaze to the ground now out of shame as he barely murmured out, “Sorry.” Though that was a big thing to get out of the self-conceited Husky mix, considering how he barely showed repentance towards his parents, blinking in surprise once more as she got closer to him, their noses touching before she mentioned how she wasn't hungry, her breed was bred for strong necessities. That was when he started to wonder what sort of breed she was, he had never seen such a sleek and sensual canine like herself, to which he asked, “Um, what breed are you anyways?” Then the vixen started babbling in that weird language again, making him snort out of confusion, backing up before nudging her cheek with a pout, stating in that normally loud tone of his, “What the hell are you talking about?” Yeah, he sort of did get an attitude when he didn't understand what was going on, seeing as how he always liked to be in control.

Amount: 672 Words.
Notes: Lmao this thread is amusing me.
Muse: Great!
Tune: Mud On The Tires ~ Brad Paisley
Tags: Blue with Fantasma; OPEN;</sub>