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about us This is Komorrah, a city full of corruption, poverty, and crime. While there's good and bad in every city, this one has dogs. A lot of stray dogs.
Set in a modern-day, fictionalized version of New York City, Komorrah has much to offer our gang dogs. Strays on the street feed from human negligence and thrive on the loopholes they can fit their snouts in. It's every dog for themselves
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"They love me at the Chelsea, they adore me at the Ritz!"
It was over a month since Cooper had joined the Dodgers, over a month since he'd left his cushy rockstar life behind for the life of a street dog... and he still didn't have a job. Y'see, gang dogs have jobs and Cooper was a gang dog now so he should have a job. He didn't have one, though. I should probably get to work on changing that, he thought. Currently, he was just chilling in a cozy corner of the Labyrinth, tail curled around his paws in an almost cat like manner, eyes taking in the sights and ears taking in the sounds of the world around him. Being lazy, but technically not intentionally. There was nothing for him to do and he didn't feel like going exploring for yet another day. Yeah, I really need to get a job, he decided with a little nod to himself. Jumping to his paws, he started to trot along the maze that was the Labyrinth, eyes scanning the streets in hopes of finding a fellow Dodger. Not just any Dodger, though. A working Dodger. A Dodger with a job. To be completely honest, the singing dog didn't have a clue about what job he wanted to take on. It wasn't that he didn't want to pick one, he just wasn't sure which one he would enjoy or fit in best with.
Thus, Cooper's mission: try out all of the jobs and decide on one after he's gotten a taste of them all! It was a mission he had just decided to engage in, but it was a mission he was determined to complete! Successfully, too! Humming a tune as he trotted along, he suddenly stopped in his tracks at the sight of a Dodger. It was Howl, the scraper! Looks like resourcing would be his first test... if Howl agreed to help him, that is. "Yo, Howl! What's up, dog?" he called as he trotted over to the scraper,"I've got a proposition for ya!"
tags: Howl ooc: Hope this is an okay starter! I'm not too happy with it tbh lol
The Tervuren stretched his back down into a deep play bow. Standing up more now, stretching each of his back legs out behind him. His black mouth exposed a pink tongue in a wide yawn. He shook his whole body, shaking off the nap that he took after the early morning walk he took. His fur still cool given that the pale color doesn’t absorb much heat other than the insulation close to his skin, his own body heat keeping him warm. It must have been a pretty good nap considering how stiff he felt. His black framed paws began casually trotting in the direction of the exit of the Dodgers home base. It was time to grab himself a snack and a meal to bring back to his gang. He wasn’t a high strung dog and took his time with his tasks, he figured if he got it done then there was nothing to worry about. Running late, if he was supposed to go out with a group, was to be expected but the dog always produced food for the storage for his gang. He just didn’t feel the need to have to go scraping from sun up to sun down. However he was often exploring the city in that time frame. Whether he was just exploring the sights and smells, looking for herbs, or feeding himself, he was always on the move. A strong habit to break after years of the constant travel he endured. He couldn’t help it, he just had a wandering mind and wandering paws.
He almost reached the exit to get the job done when a boisterous tan dog called to him as he made his way in his direction. Yo? What a strange greeting. He wasn’t used to the slang that some dogs used. He understood the concept of dialects and not every dog was raised in the forest… alone. But it didn’t mean he didn’t find some strange still. He thought back to the strange, tall, black, salty smelling dog. He had to be the strangest sounding dog he has ever met!! The tan dog had a proposition to make. Seeing as he wasn’t in any kind of a rush he figured he would hear the dog out. “Go ahead, I’m in no rush.” He told he dog, ears perked forward as usual and tail gently wagging behind him. He was comfortable enough to feel at ease around the dog and he started to feel like this was his home. He enjoyed living in the city and around other dogs. He wondered what the singing dog would ask of him.
"They love me at the Chelsea, they adore me at the Ritz!"
Cooper, admittedly, was a bit worried that his sudden intrusion wouldn't be appreciated. The dog named Howl seemed to be on his way somewhere. Some dog just randomly approaching him might not be received so well. However, that wasn't the case. Not at all. It was Cooper's lucky day; the tan dog was in no rush! Perfect! He could make his proposition without worrying about holding the fellow Dodger up. That just might mean that Howl would be willing to take him under his wing... tail? Whatever a dog would take another dog under. Grinning, he nodded,"Awesome!" Now to actually make the proposition. There was nothing to be nervous about. If Howl said no, surely another scraper would say yes. So it would be no big deal if his idea wasn't met by a willing participant this time. "So I've been hanging around here for a little while now, getting a feel for things and all that jazz," he started, laying out the backstory so that what he said next would make more sense"but it's about time that I actually start pulling my weight around here. Things is... I'm not exactly sure what I should do. I've been a gang dog for, what, a month? I've got no clue what I'm good at or bad at yet..." His voice trailed off to let him soak in all of that information. It probably was a lot to take in, especially in an unexpected conversation.
After half a minute or so passed, Cooper finally informed Howl of his idea,"I got to thinking... what better way to find out what job is my jam than to try them all out? That's where you come in! Mind if I tag along on one of your... scrapes to see if it'd be a good gig for me?" His tail wagged lightly, his maw curled up in an eager smirk. All he had to do was wait and see if Howl was as game as he was. Now that he actually put it out on the table, he wasn't nervous. If anything, he was excited! His future lay before him... this was the first step in the journey to his future! Maybe, just maybe, Howl would be a part of the journey, too.
The little dog was an enthusiastic one. He rambled on about his situation for a few moments. It was a bit much to take in but he understood. It hadn’t been that long since Howl himself had joined the gang life, really the city life as a whole. It was a lot to take in so he felt for the dog. Yet, he knew what he was good at. Living a life in the forest left him with survival skills and the ability to feed himself. The transition to feed multiple dogs was a small one and didn’t take long to pick up. But he was used to being alone and hunting alone. He has never been a teacher other than to himself and well… he didn’t have a cautious nature. Except when it came to having to be near humans. They made him more uncomfortable than scared. He found them unpredictable and obviously as an unowned dog, he didn’t trust their intentions.
The tan dog seemed to imply that he hadn’t even been a stray until now. He probably didn’t even know how to feed himself. A different dog might be annoyed or bracing for the agonizing lesson this might turn out to be but Howl was just far too care-free. Given that he was about to leave to go on a scrapping trip he didn’t mind if the singing dog came along. Did the poor tan male pick the best teacher? Well… that is questionable. “Sure.” The pale Tervuren started walking through the entrance of the Labyrinth assuming the male would know to start following him. He was also very poor at planning out what he had in mind for such a trip. One would want to think about whether a hunt or to steal was the best option but Howl was very good at playing everything by ear. However, with a pair stealing was made much easier. “I know a place.”
He had in mind what humans know as a deli. They sold bulk meats, and loaves of bread and made sandwiches, so had a variety of chips and soft drinks and what not but most importantly the cured meats. He managed to snag a sandwich from an unsuspecting patron before, as they were leaving the deli and haven't been back, due to the doubt that he would be able to pillage the little shop without another dog. Luckily for him Cooper wanted to come along for the day!
For future reference, this will be what I am thinking for the deli
"They love me at the Chelsea, they adore me at the Ritz!"
"Sure." Well, that ended up being a lot easier than Cooper thought it would be! Howl didn't even seem to hesitate, he had no question to ask. He just agreed to the singing dog's proposition. Easy as pie! Hopefully the actual work would be as easy as getting the help to learn the job, but he highly doubted that. Did he feel nervous? No, but he didn't necessarily feel confident. He felt... indifferent. Curious, but not nervous or confident. He was a dog who had been pampered for most of his life. All he had to do to find food was to find where in the bus or the green room at the venue his food dish had been placed. Maybe, on occasion, attempt to steal a piece of pizza out of the hand of one of his owner's bandmates. That was it. Were there instincts inside of him, thanks to his wild lineage, that would help him take to scraping for food? That remained to be seen. Despite being neither confident nor nervous, there was a rush inside of him. Adrenaline, maybe, or perhaps excitement. He couldn't wait to discover if he was going to be good at hunting for food or not!
As he fell in step behind the Tervuren, Cooper replied to the single word of agreement Howl had spoken,"Awesome! Many thanks, dude!" His tail flicked as he heard that his teacher for the day knew of a place they might be able to snag a meal. That made things easier! Well, he assumed that it made things easier. He... didn't exactly know if it did or not. It just seemed like it would be easier than having to hunt for a place to find food, then actually get the food. "Cool," he replied to the news. He walked along in silence for several minutes before he decided to ask a question. After all, how was he supposed to learn all about the job if his questions weren't answered? He hoped that Howl, who seemed to be a pretty cool character, wouldn't mind him asking the occasional question. "What do you do if you don't know of a place?" he asked, picking up a trot until he was standing alongside the scraper so that he could look at him while he waited for his answer. Looking at a face was a lot better than looking at a... tail. Unless that... tail... belonged to a Poodle.
Dark ears flicked back for the briefest of moments as the singing dog thanked the large Tervuren for bringing him along. His pace keeping steady as Cooper trailed along. He had almost forgot that he was supposed to be teaching this dog how to gather food rather than just tag along and help him. His voice piped up behind Howl asking what he would do if he did not know where to go. “Right… you can get to know the city by exploring or consulting with a map-maker, they tend to have dusty paws from drawing in the dirt.” He almost forgot that those dogs even existed. He never had to use maps since his memory was used to memorizing travel routes, and just plain liked to wander around so learning the city by exploration was his favorite. “There is also a lot of opportunity, humans tend to be careless with their food so you can try to steal it from them or they put what they don’t eat in… the large blood smelling boxes, metal I think it’s called….” He realized he didn’t know what a lot of human items were called. He never was taught their names nor had to ever explain them to another dog.
“Uhh…” He stumbled on his words, a tad thrown off by the fact that he still hasn’t learned what the dogs call human objects. He made a mental note to do so already, foolish dog. “You can also hunt prey animals or trade with owned dogs, but that is for higher ranks, not dogs just starting out. Don’t worry about that yet.” He didn’t want to overwhelm his companion but they were options he thought he could at least mention. He was a scavenger and was able to do so but he kinda ignored the rules…. Not on purpose and not to disobey his gang but he had been providing for himself for so long he knew the role and it was natural for him to go off on his own and hunt and find food however he thought fit. But if this dog was new to the idea, it might be best he start small. (Like raiding a freaking deli was a small task -insert author eye roll here-).
"They love me at the Chelsea, they adore me at the Ritz!"
The map-makers. They were... interesting dogs to say the least. Cooper honestly didn't know what to think of them. They were different and he couldn't decide if it was a cool sort of different or a weird sort of different. They spent a lot of their time drawing in the dirt. There was a reason they did it, but it still seemed like an odd thing to do. That reminded him... he needed to try out that gig, too. Maybe when he went to talk to one of the map-makers about trying out their admittedly odd job he could see about learning the different places of the city to help him out in the scraping world. That is if he ended up fitting the bill of a scraper. Who knew. He might be terrible at it. That was why he was out there with Howl, after all. To find out if he would be capable of the job and if he would actually like to do the job. He couldn't pick a path based on his skill alone. He also had to enjoy it or what kind of a life would he find himself leading? Not a very fun one and he lived to have fun. "I've got to talk to one of them about trying out that whole map-making thing so I can kill two birds with one stone then," he replied, doing little more than thinking out loud if he was being completely honest.
According to Howl, there were plenty of opportunities to get food. Humans, as Cooper knew all too well, tended to be careless with their meals and snacks. Stealing from them was an option. Rooting through a... a what? A large, blood-smelling box? Metal maybe? The singing dog tilted his head to the side. "A garbage can?" he asked. He'd picked up a lot of the human lingo from touring with the band. Up until a short while ago, all he'd really known was the human lifestyle, the human language. He didn't lack in the understanding of human terms department, that was for sure. He was pretty sure Howl meant a garbage can. Another term for it was trash can, but garbage was what Cooper heard more often. Howl continued on, explaining that they could even hunt prey animals and trade with the owned dogs. Well, dogs like him who were just starting out couldn't, but higher ranked scrapers could. "Have you ever hunted before?" he asked curiously. "Hunting sounds like a rush," he added with a little nod, as if to confirm the belief with himself. Obviously, the glorified useless roadie had never hunted before, but from what he heard about it, it sounded like the perfect opportunity to get an adrenaline high and he definitely liked the sound of that.
tags: Howl ooc: I may or may not have snort laughed at that last line of your reply xD.
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