Post by cierra on Jun 26, 2011 6:16:22 GMT
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blame it on the telivision[/font]
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i can't even trust me[/center]
Cierra wasn't allowed to have pets in her apartment. She had always wanted one. In the past, her family thought the idea of a pet in a house of shapeshifters to be a ridiculous idea. After thinking about it, it was one thing she did have to agree with. If you really wanted a friend, just turn into one and spend a week at the dog park to see who you could meet. However, knowing that it wasn't logical to have one didn't make her wanting one any less. She'd probably spoil it, giving it endless food and toys. In her mind, she pictured a fat pet laying in a bunch of useless toys as it was too lazy to move, but it would still have a delightful face when she walked in the door. Even though her apartment was small, she still felt rather lonley sometimes. She didn't have a lot of close friends to visit or to visit her because of her paranoid way of thinking.
Sure, she had plenty of good friends. The ones she would wave polietly to if she saw them walking down the street. Then perhaps she would stop to say hi and have some small talk about what was going on in life. Cierra was always afraid to invite them anywhere though. She didn't want to appear needy and clingy, as that's exactally what she could easily turn into with close relationships. It took quite a bit of patience to become that way with her. Of course, equally clingy people went together perfectly with her. To her, there was really no such thing as too much time together as long as you enjoyed the other person's company. She had to remind herself constantly that other people didn't have the same amount of views. Since she hated to make people annoyed with her, she tried to keep her distance as much as she could.
Recongizing flaws might have been considered a positive, but in Cierra's case, all it did was make her distant from others. All it did was make her over analyzing everything so that she was basically someone else's doormatt. Her eyes darted upward when she heard a high pitched bark, interupting all her deep thoughts. She wasn't sure what she had to think deep about. It seemed that she was always distracted with the easiest simple minded things. At the moment, her distraction was a small puppy, succeeding in grasping her attention. It's big brown eyes stared at her as it's long tounge hung from the side. The picture was absolutely adorable and made Cierra's heart melt instantly. She really had hoped that the city had some sort of volunteer place like her old town did, but all it had was this pet store.
It wasn't too bad though. At least it had this place in case she ever changed her mind or got a new place. She was tempted to ask if she could play with the puppy staring at her, but for some reason, she didn't think she could do it. It was too strange sometimes, carrying a dog, although too adorable. Being a husky it was a little... just strange in general. She hadn't changed in a while, and she was debating to take off work to go for a week. Her enjoyment came from being in a dog form. No one really did much to a stray red husky except lightly pet it or admire it from afar. Cierra was fine with that. Especially the running. Oh, the running was so much fun on all fours! Cierra could go so much faster, feeling the wind she created whipping at her ears and nose. Rolling around in the grass without having to be stared at too much. It was just plain fun for a temporary amount of time.
Looking over at the kittens, she made a slow smile. Though she was a dog, she loved pretty much all. Just being in the store made her in a better mood. The little things in life just really made her feel more at home. This little smile of feeling a kitten's soft paw on your finger or the feel of it's fur under your hand. She would have to return to this place. Since Cierra had an eye for another job, perhaps there was something important she could do here. The issue with her job now was just that she couldn't do it forever. She wanted a carreer. Working at a little coffeeshop wasn't exactally something that she thought she was going to rank up at. It was almost like a friendly fast food place, replacing the grease with chocolate, milk, and caffine. A thought came across her mind as a masseuse, but she would need to be a lot stronger.
Giving up here, she turned and walked out, still looking around at the animals. A bird squaked at her, following a tweet as she exited. The man at the counter made a friendly wave and a flashing smile. She returned the smile, only to barge out of the door almost ramming into someone. It was only when she saw a figure right about to her nose did she back up. Her hand went over her heart, feeling that it raced quickly temporarly. Her eyes had been too close to the target to quite make out who or what it was, so now she looked up at the figure, afraid of what might come out. Sometimes when she had buimped into someone or nearly as she had, very angry raged people had taken out that fire in them out on her. Though they probably didn't mean it to be personal, she took it that way.
THE DARK'S DECEIVING
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