[ti]Private[/ti]The Other Side of Darkness Apr 7, 2019 8:12:00 GMT
Post by Trax on Apr 7, 2019 8:12:00 GMT
// I just want to be Jekyll, but I'm always fighting Hyde. ||
Garbage. When thinking of garbage, the words edible or nourishing usually don't come to mind. Another thing that usually doesn't come to mind when thinking of garbage is eating it. Nobody wants to eat garbage because it's, well, garbage. Garbage is the expired, the rejected, the dirty, the disgusting. It's not the good, the fresh, the clean. It's what the humans didn't want or thought they couldn't eat! Why would anybody scavenge for food in the garbage? Well, Trax was hungry, that's why. Searches elsewhere turned up nothing and he didn't want to spend one more chilly night curled up with a snarling stomach. Maybe he would be lucky and find something less than gross to gnaw on, but his hopes weren't exactly up. This was the garbage he was going through and not only that, he was in the Slums. Not exactly an area noted for its fine cuisine and rich residents. Considering trash can raids were incredibly hit or miss no matter the location, the Swissy wouldn't utter a single complaint if he found anything digestible. If he could eat it, he would be happy with it.
Trax treaded the streets of the Southside carefully. Discreetly, he hugged the run down buildings lining the broken path. It was late. The midnight hour wasn't necessarily a bustling hour, but it wasn't the humans he was on the lookout for anyways. The Yardies owned this turf and he didn't want to come across any of them. He just wanted to take something to eat from the garbage cans of the humans they shared their home with. That was it. No harm, no foul. They wouldn't see it that way, though, which was why he had to avoid them. The loner trotted past an alleyway that showed promise and he quickly backed up. Standing at the mouth of the dead end alley, he seen several black bags tied up and rested against the back wall. In between the bags was a dented garbage can without a lid. There were a few random items scattered about, but from where he stood they weren't anything of use to him. After taking glances in both directions to make sure he was alone, he made his way down to the trash that awaited him.
A police siren sounded in the distance as Trax ripped into the first bag. Soiled paper products and some fuzzy green things that he couldn't identify spilled out from the gaping hole he created. His sniffer went to work, but there were too many smells mixing together for him to make any one of them out. He resorted to digging through with paws and snout. Nothing. There was absolutely nothing he could put in his mouth in the first bag. The next bag was equally unfruitful. Each bag he rummaged through produced nothing he could even think about swallowing. All that was left was the garbage can. Trax was reluctant to go through it because getting it down to the ground so he could do that would be a noisy effort. It was too tempting to ignore, though. He took a good, long stare at the entrance to the alleyway. In that time, nothing but a car passed. His nose was still being assaulted by the pungent odors of the trash bags, but he didn't think he could smell any dogs nearby. Turning his attention back to the can, he made one swift movement with his front paws and knocked it down. Some of its contents spilled out. An orange with a few brown spots rolled down towards the front of the alley. Curiosity peaked, he searched through the can. He came across another orange, but at the bottom of the can was something fantastic... a half-eaten hoagie! Yes! This was fantastic! Never did he think he would find something like that! Suddenly not caring about being quiet, he pawed at the sandwich and brought it out onto the ground. Everything around him faded away as he sunk his teeth into the delicious, albeit stale, hoagie.
ooc: Hope this is okay! Starters are not my strong point.