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"Speaking"; Tags: Open to anyone! ; Notes: click on the box and use the down/up arrows to scroll! The plot comes from this prompt - ""It's 4 PM in the Sandlot, and you're looking for a place to nap.""
The day was surprisingly hot. It had been warm as of late, but the current day kicked it up a notch, making it feel like summer, let alone spring, was just around the corner. It made the work day quite tedious compared to normal. The humans were more active, coming out to enjoy the weather in droves, making it difficult to slip away with stolen goods. The heat weighed down on his body and drained his energy, leaving him tired a lot sooner than normal. Realizing the difficulties of the day's situation, Void had attempted to hunt down prey. Any prey he could find, but his efforts were unsuccessful. That left him frustrated. Hot, tired, and frustrated. He refused to go back to the gang empty pawed, but he found that he needed to stop and regain some energy before he could continue on. If he kept trying now, he would continue to fail.
That was why Void found himself walking towards the Sandlot. The place was ignored by the humans like it didn't even exist. It was overgrown, providing great cover from others. It was a pretty good spot to take a nap. He felt disappointed in himself that he was actually reverting to taking a nap after a morning and the afternoon of failure. However, he knew that at times he had to just do what he had to do and a nap was exactly what he had to do. Sighing, he started to pad into the Sandlot, careful of the thorns attached to some of the overgrown plants. Finding a dusty spot big enough for him to crawl up in, he emitted a yawn and stretched down onto his belly, back legs kicked out comfortably, head rested on his paws. His eyes drifted closed in hopes of a rejuvenating sleep soon to come.
Beowulf hadn't really been thinking much, it was one of those days, and he just wanted to hide away in the sandlot away from everyone. He kept a good guard of the place really, he'd met some interesting others so far from being here. Not that it had been his plan, he came here to get away from others not to find them. In the end though it wasn't his private spot and sometimes that would happen. Even if he did not like it.
It was a fairly okay afternoon the heat from the early morning was finally easing up yet still it was a rather uncomfortable heat. There fore he stayed in the shade as much as was able, just watching the area closely from the shadows like he always had. Many would not even know he was there, it was perfect really.
After a while though another dog had walked onto the scene, the scent was very obvious. Another Dodger. Beowulf sighed quietly, another dog he may have to interact with. He was always curious how this would go though, most of the Dodgers did not want much to do with him though.
Before Void had laid down Beowulf had already stepped quietly out from the shadows. He was in the open now and Void would have seen him by now for sure. "Greetings" He offered with an expressionless glance, his tone flat but not dead or even cold just flat. It was him though. Ice blue eyes watched Void curiously.
"Speaking"; Tags: Beowulf ; Notes: Sorry this is pretty lacking! If you need more, just let me know!
Unfortunately, it looked like Void's hopes of a nice afternoon nap would be shattered. Another dog had already set up shop in the Sandlot before he laid, pun intended, claim to it. Another Dodger who stepped out of the shadows and the overgrown weeds before Void could even get comfortable on the dusty ground. The bully's displeasure wasn't hidden from his face as he huffed and grumbled something inaudible under his breath. That nap... oh, that glorious nap... it was all he wanted and it didn't seem like he was going to get it. He couldn't rustle up any grub for the gang and he couldn't get his nap. It just wasn't his day!
"Greetings," Void grumbled in return, sighing as he reluctantly brought himself back up to his paws. The dog before him had quite a reputation amongst the Dodgers... although, it wasn't so much his own reputation as it was the reputation of his father. A murderer. A heinous beast of a thing that all of the Dodgers seemed to despise. Their negative feelings towards his father, from what he noticed, fell onto Beowulf, perhaps just not as viciously as they would have been if he was his father and not himself. Void didn't pay much attention to the public opinion of a dog, especially not a dog that had helped him out not even a week earlier. "Didn't expect to see you here..." he muttered, shifting his weight awkwardly and glancing around at the array of useless shrubs.
Beowulf had been a bit grateful that it was Void and not some random loner, it was so surprisingly what came through these parts. He did stay here to hide away from the others but really it was a good place to guard against those trying to sneak into Dodger turf, perhaps cos they thought it was abandoned. A nice easy point of attack? Oh, well he was here, waiting and watching from the shadows. He'd caught a few off guard as well.
"This is generally where you'll find me if need be, its away from the others and .. yeah!" He assumed Void knew his reputation, it was hard not to. It seemed every Dodger got some warning or something against him, like a big bad wolf to avoid in horror tales. "They tend to leave me alone here, not cause any big scenes or dramas" They'd either stick around because they were curious, or of course they'd instantly leave. Beowulf had met some interesting canines, he was not used to the level of hyperactive energy some of the dogs had and it was a shock, but he managed to get through okay.
"It is surprisingly difficult to get by with a black mark against your name" He half shook his head but after so long, he smirked a little. Not cos he enjoyed the title but just out sheer amazement at how judgemental a group could be. So it was more of an awkward wow. Still, it was home, most wouldn't be surprised if his left from all the treatment he got but no, Beowulf planned on sticking around. They'd have trouble throwing him out even.
"Speaking"; Tags: Beowulf ; Notes: If you need more to work with, just let me know!
Well, Void now knew that the sandlot wasn't the best place to go to if he wanted some peace and quiet away from others. Not anymore, at least. Beowulf apparently spent most of his time there because it was away from the others. That was the exact reason Void liked to use it as a napping spot when he was out on the job. He supposed he would have to find a new one. He didn't want to land himself into a conversation with somebody when his intentions were to relax and refresh. He couldn't blame the other dog for finding refuge in the overgrown abandoned lot. That dog had a reputation that followed him like a shadow... and it wasn't even his own reputation. It was his father's. The part that had to do with him was just wary speculation due to what his father had done. It wasn't fair, but life wasn't fair sometimes. That was just how things worked.
Void nodded slowly. Even though he was disappointed that the lot wasn't truly abandoned when he needed it, he understood why Beowulf was there. He also understood what it was like to have a black mark against his name. Back in the ring, he was a vicious, brutal killer who relished in shedding the blood of his opponent. He lived for it and every dog in the ring knew it. That made life in the Saints tricky at times, what with the sideways glances and the tense or wary reactions from select dogs as he passed them by. Then he became a Dodger and he had to overcome his Saintly reputation again. He had to prove that he wasn't going to snap and tear them into pieces... he had to work hard until that wasn't a possibility at all. He'd come a long way, but he still felt like some of the Dodgers were less than comfortable with him around. The difference was that it didn't bother him as badly as it used to. It made him uncomfortable still, but it didn't necessarily get to him. Sighing, he replied,"I know what you mean."
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