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Post by nightwhisper on Feb 22, 2015 4:45:03 GMT
She looked up, taking her arms away from where they had instinctively gone- to protect her head. Still trying to avoid looking directly at the dog, she held out her hand to see if it would let her pet it. In her somewhat limited experience trying to tame ferocious beasts, she found that if they trusted you, they would probably be less likely to kill you.
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Post by spottedleaf on Feb 22, 2015 18:35:17 GMT
The dog sniffed her curiously and then shoved her hand so that her hand landed on it's back, asking her to pet it.
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Post by nightwhisper on Feb 22, 2015 21:51:31 GMT
She smiled, pushed her glasses up with her free hand, sat comfortably on the floor, and pet the dog gently, scratching behind its ears every few moments. She had heard that dogs liked that.
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Post by spottedleaf on Feb 22, 2015 22:43:27 GMT
The dog wagged it's tail contentedly. Suddenly, a young girl appeared, not too far away. "Puppy!" She squealed in delight. The dog whipped it's head around, and bared it's teeth. It sprinted toward the girl, barking.
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Post by nightwhisper on Feb 22, 2015 22:59:52 GMT
Quickly, Claire scanned her memory. Whistling. Dogs often came when someone whistled. She didn't have a dog whistle, which would be ideal, but she could whistle. She closed her eyes and gave her best, loudest whistle.
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Post by spottedleaf on Feb 22, 2015 23:27:35 GMT
The dog paused, turning to face her and tilting it's head curiously.
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Post by nightwhisper on Feb 22, 2015 23:30:48 GMT
She forced a smile on her face and crouched down, patting her legs. "Come on, buddy," she said.
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Post by spottedleaf on Feb 24, 2015 0:54:43 GMT
The dog debated for a moment and then trotted over to Clair. Then the scene faded away, into a bus. Clair was sitting across from a man holding a newspaper. He turned it to show her the headline 'Brutal Murderer Finally Apprehended'. "Do you know this man?" He asked, gesturing to the picture. Clair got the feeling that she knew the man but something horrible would happen if she told.
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Post by nightwhisper on Feb 25, 2015 0:19:49 GMT
The first thing that popped into her head was that this man was a stranger. Stranger danger, as she had been taught. Why should she tell him about thinking she knew the murderer? She pretended to study the image, making it believable but not overdoing it, and then answered, as casually as she could, "no, sorry. Don't know him."
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Post by spottedleaf on Feb 25, 2015 0:25:03 GMT
The man glared suspiciously at her. "Are you sure?" He demanded. Then, more quietly, he added, "If you did, you could save me."
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Post by nightwhisper on Feb 25, 2015 0:29:36 GMT
She pitied the old man, but forced herself to say in the same even voice, "I'm sorry. Like I said, I don't know him."
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Post by spottedleaf on Feb 25, 2015 0:46:10 GMT
He gave a final glare before the bus faded away.
Valerie reappeared. "Your result is Erudite," she stated with a smile.
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Post by nightwhisper on Feb 25, 2015 1:46:46 GMT
She blinked then a small smile crept onto her face. She could stay home. She could've anyways, but it would be most logical to choose the faction that your aptitude test indicated. Look at her, talking all about logic. She really was Erudite. She got up from the chair, carefully smoother down the back of her knee-length blue pleated skirt, smiled at Valerie and said softly, "Thank you," before exiting.
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Post by spottedleaf on Feb 25, 2015 16:27:20 GMT
Valerie smiled and waved at her and went to call the next person after spotty figured out who that was
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