The Shack. (Main RP Area)

The Shack



This is your safe haven. Make sure you stay quiet or the labs might find your location!

Tic

“I know him so well!~” Tic sang, as he laid across the once green sofa, his limbs poking over the sides. His white hair fell around him, a halo of snow. His eyes blindly watching the ceiling above him, imaging the colours that were once painted there. He let out the final note of his song, that he had no clue of how he knew it. It just popped into his head, and within the mist of boredom, it sounded like the perfect thing to do while waiting for the others to wake up.

It had been a few days since they had escaped the lab. Tic no longer had to stare at the white coats, waiting for a needle to cease the pain that had taken over his head. Thump, screech, thump, static, tick. The constant headache that he couldn't switch off, like a broken raido, playing round and round, not able to stop. For the most of it, it was deafening, so easy to become so emerged in it, that he forgot that it was there. It drove him insane, the effort of thinking became too much, an instinct came so easily, that for the most part, Tic let him mind wonder.

The white haired teen sat up and looked across to those with him. His eyes lit up at the site of their eldest member, Todd. The old man was something of a legend among them. A wise crack, someone always on the move, no matter how slow.

“Toddy Woddy Poddy!” Tic yelled, prancing over to the old man, basking in the sun light that cracked through the wall.  “Play with Tic! Tic needs fun, or Tic will die!” He whined, his dog DNA coming through in whispers.

Addressed: Todd
Word count: 292
Song: Chess- I know him so well

Sleeping. One of the universes best things. Todd sure enjoyed them. Snoring in the summer sun, comfortably laying in his dog form, collecting the heat against his fur. The little bald patched on his back, burning up slightly as the heat, but that wasn't enough to make the old man move. The sun was only going to be out for a few more hours, and then it would vanish behind the hills. After half of his life living inside one white room, the sun was a precious thing to cherish and to savour. Even if it meant sleeping in it all day.

The grey whiskers frisked and wiggled as the scents of the midday danced into the hut, that serviced as their hide out. Todd didn't care where they went, as long as it had a nice bed and a roof, the old coot was fine. Pity that the room only had a roof, and barely one at that. It shook during the night storm that almost blew their shelter away. Todd couldn't complain, it was much safer than the labs.

He shook his head, shaking away the memories. Now was the time to sunbathe, not delve into the past. However, the past was jumping across the room to meet him.

“Toddy Woddy Poddy!”“Play with Tic! Tic needs fun, or Tic will die!”

Todd cracked a tired eye open at the male, until the word play pricked up his ears. He cocked his head to the side as his tail wagged slightly.

“Play?” He asked, his heart thumping harder. The male pulled himself up, his bone crackling before he stood in a bowing position, his little stub of a tail dancing back and forth. The male dived forwards, jumping between the legs of his friend in human form.

He barked in delight, wiggling before running around, jumping over the sleeping forms around him. The sun would still be out later, now was the time to play, despite his old bones protests.

Addressed: Tic
Word count: 331

It had actually been more of a pleasant sleep than Riley had been expecting. The dingy shack they all decided to sleep in wasn't exactly the sturdiest of structures, but at least they didn't need air conditioning. The small gaps here and there, allowed any wind outside to creak the shelter, sounding like Todd's bones whenever he did something strenuous...like stand up.

Laying on the ground in her human form, Riley still hadn't quite got the hang on switching between the two forms when she wanted to. So when her leg began to twitch in her sleep, it looked rather comical seeing a human leg twitching, rather than the dog leg twitching and chasing after the stick in her dreams.

Hearing a little commotion, Riley cracked an eye open with a yawn. As she stretched each limb, waiting for her sight to focus, she realised that Todd and Tic were awake. They were more than awake. They were playing!

This sprung Riley onto her feet as she grinned at Todd weaving in and out of gaps and around people and laughed. “Come on. Come play!” was her excited voice as she lowered herself to the ground, but still remained human...though her butt was wagging as if she still had that tail of hers.

Not even waiting for Todd's response, Riley rolled onto her bag and grinned up at Tic. “We're playing together, yeah?” she asked until her eyes spotted something.

In the corner of the room, she spotted Todd's walking stick balanced against the wall. Glancing at Todd for a second, she didn't say a word. Slowly, she shimmied over to the stick, before pouncing on it at the last minute, afraid someone else would claim the stick as their own. Despite the fact the stick wasn't her own either.

Addressed: Todd
Mentioned: Tic
Notes: she loves the sticks
Word Count: 301

Henias laid on the other side of the couch where Tic was, relaxing in his Human form with his hand on his chest, his leg hanging off the couch. Once Toc screamed to Todd about playing, he sighed and groaned in irritation. Sitting up a bit he swept the tuft of dark brown hair out of his face, revealing his chocolate brown eyes.
‘’You shouldn’t play in this situation. Who knows what will happen if they find us.’’, he muttered and he laid his head back down on the arm-rest of the couch, looking up at the ceiling. ‘’Playing, hmpf.’’

He almost fell back asleep but opened his eyes again as he heard Riley coming into the conversation, too. That boxer was getting on his nerves slowly, her playful behavior was annoying in almost any way possible, because she always tossed or ran him over when running into a game. There was never a peaceful day for Henias when being around Riley.
He turned his head a little so he could watch the ongoing scene, and saw Riley attacking Todd’s walking stick. Then his dog instincts kicked in as well. ‘’Stick? You dare to claim that stick?’’
He jumped off the couch and turned into his Swiss shepherd form, running over to the boxer who was now playing with the walking stick as a human; it looked quite awkwardly.

He tried grabbing the stick from her with his jaws, he couldn’t help but wag his white fluffy tail playfully. ‘’Give me that stick, you don’t want trouble with a police dog, missy.’’, he said, grinning slightly. Then all of a sudden he realized what he was doing and laid down, frowning. ‘’Dang, this dog inside of me is strange, really… I should act more mature. But then again…’’
He looked at the walking stick and smirked, pawing at it. ‘’Stiiiiick!’’


Addressed: Riley
Mention: Todd, Tic
Word count: 310
Note: So does Henias ;D