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[hound2]

Morgan’s Zoo. It was something that made the Wyoming man’s mouth quirk up at the edges… something he found utterly hilarious. It was an irony that he’d never been up to before. He hadn’t bothered with going up before, just filing it under novelties in the crooked mess that was his mind. Morgan had such a bad habit of aching all the way down to the core. He didn’t know how to fix it, and he didn’t know how to handle being alone. Sometimes it sucked. Sometimes, though it was alright. That was a lie. He wasn’t doing well. Morgan had a bad habit of burning himself alive every time he wasn’t focusing on something.

His focus now was distracting himself. The Wyoming man had thrown himself into his work—there was a part of him that was still tied to the wild west despite being in the far east. The man couldn’t help but work on the world he’d left behind. It was his home, and he still had responsibilities. There were times when he spent entire days on the phone with accountants and people with degrees in the field of farming and such. Honestly, he needed the help of someone that could do the math necessary for what he’d known all his life. That, and everything was falling apart.

The young man needed to clear his head. He doesn’t have a problem getting out and simply… going. Morgan’s eyes are gentle on the world around him, making his way into the zoo. It was strange, he was so used to wild places… and this place… this wasn’t wild. There were animals everywhere, though. Straight away, he’s drawn to the giraffes. They’re odd and large, strange and… yeah, strange is a good word. Morgan doesn’t believe he’s ever seen anything like it. Maybe that’s what draws him in.

ATTIRE click CREDIT sam ! of Confronting the Faceless. Don't remove the credit or I will find you. LYRICS young – hollywood undead NOTES excuse the fact I suck at starters please<3 WORD COUNT 309-ish

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[perry]

The zoo. The last time he's been to a zoo was when Perry was sixteen years old. He and his family went to the zoo back in Seattle and it was quite fun-until it started to rain and they had to leave. He always had liked zoos though but ever since he moved to here from Dallas he hadn't been to one. Neither did he in Dallas. The restaurant took away most of the time he had. It is a bummer he hadn't had time to do fun stuff like going to the movies or to the zoos or what not but he can make some time. It is time for a vacation and a break. At least now since he has a manager that can oversee the restaurant. It wasn't that he can't just take a vacation, Perry loved his restaurant like his own baby. He wanted to make sure Georgio's is doing well. But after a prep talk with his staff, family, and friends, he realized that they were right-he has to have some time for himself and not the restaurant, otherwise it'd show he's obssessed over it and he'd be a workaholic.

So today is the first day of a two week vacation. And to start it off-the zoo! He pulled up in front of the zoo, owned by an immortal of course, and got out, wearing dark shades, a tee shirt and jeans, along with a hooded sweatshirt. He walked up to the gates and paid his admission then walked in. With his shades still on his face he looked for which part to look at first. He frowned. So many choices.

"Hmm," he answered looking at the left to right. "Maybe the tigers first." He walked up to the tigers' den and peered through the glass at the majestic animals. There are two-a female tiger and a male. The male is lying down on his side, sleeping, while the female is grooming herself. He got out his cellphone and snapped some photos and then walked to the lion's den next. Only one is there-the male. He isn't asleep but is sitting down, his majestic head looking downwards at the ground for a moment before getting up and make his way across. Another lion, a female, came out from a man made cave. She found the male and nuzzled against him. They were snapped by Perry's cellphone. Maybe they're mates? Perhaps so. Then he made his way out from the tourists' area to the middle. Now he figured where next? After a few more animals to be viewed, he's going to get something to eat and sit down and rest.

[hound2]

He’s so good at being lost in his own little world. Morgan had done it so much lately. He aches so badly for the wild places that he knows so well. He wants to be able to walk up to a buffalo and stroke the velvety face, look it in the eyes and just… think. His neighbors… they had a herd. They had a herd of three hundred head, all bison, and one bull that they used for breeding. The bison was such a majestic creature, and stuck behind a cage… it made Morgan ache. He wanted to run the range and run wild… and he couldn’t. Wild was beyond his grasp. He couldn’t even reach out and touch it any more. The cowboy ached for his cattle and his horse, his men and his home. This place… this place wasn’t wild. It was distressing him, depressing his system, and his mind was running wild.

If anything wild was left, it was Morgan. He had his moments when he just lost control, lost everything that he’d worked so hard to contain and wall up inside himself. Sometimes it’s water over the dam. Sometimes everything bubbles up and things break. Breaking and shattering—that’s nothing new to Morgan. That’s nothing new to him in the slightest. There was blood in his engine, and it was all he needed to set his mind astray. So much about him strayed from what he wanted, and that was hard enough to deal with as it was. He just… he needed to hold on. He was losing touch and losing hold. That wasn’t… that didn’t work.

A man catches his troubled mind. He’s jaunty, something that catches Morgan mind only in passing. He’s… odd. Yes, odd is a good word. A quick sweep of the mind, and he comes up with something to say. It’s strangely rumbling and dark, and Morgan doesn’t so much as turn around. “A local in a place like this?” A simple question… but he doesn’t really… he doesn’t do much in the way of acknowledgement. Morgan simply is.

ATTIRE click CREDIT sam ! of Confronting the Faceless. Don't remove the credit or I will find you. LYRICS young – hollywood undead NOTES gah WORD COUNT 348-ish

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[perry]

His eyes was focusing on the signs all around him. Giraffes would be on the left, Alligators on the right. Lions up ahead. And gorillas are a bit down from where he was. However he had a hard time figuring out where next. It's quite big and who knows? He could get lost, especially with all of these signs. If only he purchased a map first! Then someone was nearby. He probably didn't hear him and was too busy looking around to figure where to go next or where the heck he was. Giving up, he decided to go and ask and so now he looked toward the person. "Excuse me," he called out to the man.

He approached the man who is dressed in a causal gear including cowboy boots and tapped him on the shoulder. His back was facing him though and when he turns around he would get a good look. However he wondered if he can help. "I was wondering if you can help me with something. Is it any possible you can?" If not then he can just figure it out more. In fact in the midst of it, his stomach began to growl. Oh shit. Fuck...Just when I am in the middle of the zoo, I am now beginning to be hungry. What next? He hates when that happens. At least its not of him trying to go to the restroom!

OOC: Short and sucky sorry about that and yay I FINALLY replied