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paixaorpg2007-02-09 05:04 pm
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Timmy in the Well :< [Active]
Character(s): Inu, Daniel and whatever/whoever
Content: ARRIVAL!
Setting: Joutenheim
Time: early evening
Warnings: Inu 8D;
The smell of metal stuck out like a metaphorical red flag to Inu's nose. It was sharp and direct, unlike the muddled scents of sweat and other human left-behinds. Metal was one of the things Inu knew well, he knew it in the small flat dog tags that the Igura contestants wore, the smell which he could not ignore, the chains on his wrists and leash around his neck. He moved across the ground on his hands and knees, feeling the concrete through the leather knees of his pants and the gloves covering his fingers. It was closer, now, the dogtag, a king. But there were other smells too, sweat, blood, urine. Inu turned his head, listening for the inevitable sounds of someone breathing, the slow shallow gasps, or the rapid hysterical breathes of a participant. He knew them all by smell, sound was just an added bonus.
He rounded the corner, feeling the stacked trash cans (also metal, but dirty and rusted, iron and oxygen) to his left and the open mouth of the alley to his right. Inu let his nose lead him, the chain that connected to a buckle on his collar had the weight which brought giggling and breathing. Gunzi and Kiriwar -- not that he knew them by name. He knew them by the metal Gunzi used to hurt people with, the smell of ink and skin and the heavy steps. Cheerful, heavy steps. Everyone else knew them because they were the punishers of whoever broke the rules. And the rules got broken often. Much closer now, and Inu slunk forward...
...and sharply inhaled. The silver haired young man crawled backwards in confusion. The metal was gone, and so was the other smells. It smelled almost clean, like fresh laundry or the soapy smell of bathwater. He shook his head, and felt a laxness on the chain that wasn't supposed to be there. Had he any coval cords, and a gag not been firmly slipped between his teeth, Inu would have whined. This was not right at all. He crawled forward, hearing the chatter of people. It wasn't the low whispers of people making strategies, or the voice of people acknowldging his master. Not even some victorious yells or giggling and breathing's banter and then pain.
If anything, it was a curious lack of pain. Inu turned his head in both directions, settling back on his legs, trying to get a bearing on where he was. It didn't smell familiar at all. There wasn't even the scent of a dogtag anywhere, or oil, or rust. No smell of rot, or organic matter quietly decomposing in the corner. He leaned forward again, and took a few hesitant movements forward. He wrinkled his nose and promptly ran into something warm. Someone's back leg? He should have realized that they were there, but the lack of smells (familiar ones, anyway) had completely disoriented him.
"Hey!"
Inu turned his head towards the voice, blindfold pointing in their general direction. However the voice moved on, to give their name to someone even taller (judging from how quiet their voice was) and female. Inu paused, before someone's foot planted itself firmly behind him and pushed. Stumbling on all fours is harder to do on all twos, but that was what happened.
"...Na... oh my,"
The taller female person commented. Inu 'looked' over at her, and then bumped into ... something... wood? He wasn't sure, it wasn't at all like the brick walls of the city or the fine furniture of his master's house at all.
"...uh... name..."
The woman tried again. Inu took in her scent. It was... it was somewhat like sniffing a plastic bag. Far too clean and pressed to be of any importance. There was an abundance of human-smells past the gate, however. He turned in that direction and crawled through the gate.
Content: ARRIVAL!
Setting: Joutenheim
Time: early evening
Warnings: Inu 8D;
The smell of metal stuck out like a metaphorical red flag to Inu's nose. It was sharp and direct, unlike the muddled scents of sweat and other human left-behinds. Metal was one of the things Inu knew well, he knew it in the small flat dog tags that the Igura contestants wore, the smell which he could not ignore, the chains on his wrists and leash around his neck. He moved across the ground on his hands and knees, feeling the concrete through the leather knees of his pants and the gloves covering his fingers. It was closer, now, the dogtag, a king. But there were other smells too, sweat, blood, urine. Inu turned his head, listening for the inevitable sounds of someone breathing, the slow shallow gasps, or the rapid hysterical breathes of a participant. He knew them all by smell, sound was just an added bonus.
He rounded the corner, feeling the stacked trash cans (also metal, but dirty and rusted, iron and oxygen) to his left and the open mouth of the alley to his right. Inu let his nose lead him, the chain that connected to a buckle on his collar had the weight which brought giggling and breathing. Gunzi and Kiriwar -- not that he knew them by name. He knew them by the metal Gunzi used to hurt people with, the smell of ink and skin and the heavy steps. Cheerful, heavy steps. Everyone else knew them because they were the punishers of whoever broke the rules. And the rules got broken often. Much closer now, and Inu slunk forward...
...and sharply inhaled. The silver haired young man crawled backwards in confusion. The metal was gone, and so was the other smells. It smelled almost clean, like fresh laundry or the soapy smell of bathwater. He shook his head, and felt a laxness on the chain that wasn't supposed to be there. Had he any coval cords, and a gag not been firmly slipped between his teeth, Inu would have whined. This was not right at all. He crawled forward, hearing the chatter of people. It wasn't the low whispers of people making strategies, or the voice of people acknowldging his master. Not even some victorious yells or giggling and breathing's banter and then pain.
If anything, it was a curious lack of pain. Inu turned his head in both directions, settling back on his legs, trying to get a bearing on where he was. It didn't smell familiar at all. There wasn't even the scent of a dogtag anywhere, or oil, or rust. No smell of rot, or organic matter quietly decomposing in the corner. He leaned forward again, and took a few hesitant movements forward. He wrinkled his nose and promptly ran into something warm. Someone's back leg? He should have realized that they were there, but the lack of smells (familiar ones, anyway) had completely disoriented him.
"Hey!"
Inu turned his head towards the voice, blindfold pointing in their general direction. However the voice moved on, to give their name to someone even taller (judging from how quiet their voice was) and female. Inu paused, before someone's foot planted itself firmly behind him and pushed. Stumbling on all fours is harder to do on all twos, but that was what happened.
"...Na... oh my,"
The taller female person commented. Inu 'looked' over at her, and then bumped into ... something... wood? He wasn't sure, it wasn't at all like the brick walls of the city or the fine furniture of his master's house at all.
"...uh... name..."
The woman tried again. Inu took in her scent. It was... it was somewhat like sniffing a plastic bag. Far too clean and pressed to be of any importance. There was an abundance of human-smells past the gate, however. He turned in that direction and crawled through the gate.