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Tweak says, "I believe I can fly"

Kyle [ Kyle XY ] (not_an_alien) wrote in indarkness_logs,
@ 2010-08-14 00:31:00

Entry tags:

!complete, 2032 08, dug, kyle trager, susan pevensie

RP: Trajectory
Characters: Kyle, Susan, Dug
Time/Date: Late morning, August 14
Location: outside
Warnings/Rating: None. They are non-swearing innocent characters. XD
Summary: Kyle watches Susan shoot some arrows, then plays fetch with Dug
Status: Complete

River had seemed unusually agitated that morning, and after she'd excused herself to her room (in her way, but Kyle understood), Kyle had been at something of a loss as to what to do with himself. Weekends were always tricky. Sometimes they were the start of unusual weather, or the end of some other phenomenon. This week, he'd heard mention of people in costumes. It didn't make much sense to him, but he hadn't been affected.

The video had gone unseen; he saw the warnings first, and he knew River had watched it. So he knew what was on it, and he didn't want to see it. He was glad it was gone off his devices, and he hoped not to see another like it.

When he saw Susan cutting through the lobby with her bow in hand, Kyle hopped up to follow after her. He knew her, sort of. In the 'I've eaten breakfast with you a couple of times' way. "Hi," he said almost shyly when he'd caught up with her.

Susan glanced back to the boy, and she offered him a little nod. She'd overheard an argument between their self-appointed leaders this morning, and it had made her uneasy ... and it made her hope she never won a lottery. "Hello," she replied, brows lifted as she wondered if he wanted something or if he was just being friendly.

"Are you going to shoot?" he inquired with a gesture to her bow.

Susan nodded slightly. She thought about offering to teach him, but she simply didn't have the patience for that this morning. "Would you like to watch?" she inquired.

Kyle nodded eagerly. "Yes, please." It would give him something to do, and later, he could tell River about the arrows and the targets, and see if she was any calmer at all when he next saw her.

With a curt nod, Susan turned to step out of the hotel. She moved to the space she'd set up for practice, though it wasn't anything remotely like a challenge. Not with that damn line all over the place. Still, she did what she could, and it wouldn't hurt to keep in practice. For all they knew, next week would see the release of more wolves - or worse. But then, maybe next week it would rain cotton candy and there'd be a garden of candy canes growing.

She hated this place.

Once she ensured her targets were set up and steady, Susan moved as far away as she comfortably could, and took aim to shoot. She did glance to Kyle to make sure he was in a safe place before she fitted an arrow to her bow and drew back the string. Letting the arrow launch, she watched as it struck the target a little higher than she'd aimed.

Yes, she definitely needed some practice. Fitting in the next arrow, she took a more careful aim, and drew back to fire.

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hithere
2010-08-15 08:57 am UTC (link)

He'd been sniffing around outside, exploring. There were all sorts of wonderful smells in the area and they changed every day. You could smell the same place that you smelled yesterday today and it would smell completely different.

Humans didn't know what they were missing.

"Squirrel!" There had been a sound. A... a whooshing sound. Like a squirrel flying! Sort of! Not really! But it could have been! Dug had not seen a flying squirrel before and did not really know what sounds they made.

Coming out of point, he dashed off excitedly in the direction he'd heard the noise from. It wasn't long before he smelled the two people standing around.

And they were throwing sticks. This was obviously a game of catch that they'd set up for him! How exciting!

He dashed forward with great enthusiasm when Susan fired her next arrow, leaping into the air with great energy and... completely missing the arrow as it shot by him. But he did chase after it, barking wildly, and collected it if it fell to the ground, and barked at it and jumped at it if it got lodged into something.

"No! No stick! You are mine! Come here so that I may fetch you!" he whined.

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secret_queen
2010-08-15 09:13 am UTC (link)

"Oh shit!" Susan swore before clapping one hand over her mouth when she saw the dog lunging after the arrows. She hadn't known Dug was out, or she might have thought twice about coming out to practice. "Sorry," she apologized to Kyle, flushing slightly. Some people here swore like drunken sailors, but ... she generally didn't.

Kyle grinned. "I don't mind. River's teaching me to swear in her language," he assured Susan before he glanced down the field where Dug was barking at the arrows lodged into the target. "Should I go get him?"

Susan sighed, because she didn't really see Dug sitting still and not chasing after the arrows, which meant she was probably going to be Dug's playmate for now. She didn't want to risk shooting him, after all, and it would be just her luck for him to jump up in front of an arrow. "It's all right," she said to Kyle.

"Dug, c'mon. Those aren't ... those aren't for you, or for chasing. Where's your ball?"

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hithere
2010-08-15 09:45 am UTC (link)

He barked excitedly, only peripherally aware of the fact that Susan was trying to get his attention, darting around the target excitedly as though expecting the arrow to jump up and into his mouth if he kept barking at it.

"Stick! Stick! I know that you can hear me stick, and understand me even if you do not speak dog because I am speaking human!" he gave two quick glances over to Susan before looking back at the arrow, as though worried if he looked away for too long it would go missing. "My ball? I do not know. I think I have lost it. But that is okay because you have sticks for me to play with!"

He gave up on the arrow that was lodged in the target, stopping briefly to scratch his ear before trotting back over to where Susan was. "Do you have any more? I cannot fetch that one. It is too high."

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secret_queen
2010-08-15 10:25 am UTC (link)

Susan shook her head slightly. "Those ... those aren't sticks, Dug. They're arrows, and they have pointy ends that can hurt you." That, and she didn't fancy the idea of him breaking one of the few arrows she had here. It wasn't as though there was anywhere to get more of them, so she was trying to be careful with the ones she did have.

"We can find something else for you to play with," she suggested as she glanced around. There were a few piles with wood in them, but none of them were really stick-sized.

"What if we play chase?" Kyle suggested. "I can run fast," he said to Dug before he glanced to Susan. It was something to do, right? And maybe he could distract Dug and let Susan practice, though he kind of doubted that as well.

"Or Dug can help us look for something we can throw for him," he amended after a moment before looking to Dug. "Would you like to help us find a stick for you?"

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hithere
2010-08-16 04:47 am UTC (link)

"Ar...rows," Dug tried out the word, sitting down briefly in front of Susan and scratching his head again as he tried to puzzle out that word. Pointy ends that hurt, he understood, but as long as he caught the stick, why would it matter?

"CHASE!" he said excitedly, getting up and chasing his tail around to demonstrate how good he was at that game. "I am a very fast runner! I run all the time and can chase even the fastest of squirrels! Though squirrels are very fast and I have not caught one yet. Are you as fast as a squirrel?" he asked Kyle, suddenly curious.

And then they were suggesting that he could help look for sticks, and he nodded enthusiastically. "I can help! I am a great tracker! My pack sometimes sends me on a special mission to recover The Bird, because my old Master really wants The Bird, but I do not really know why as we have never been able to find it..." he stopped, and thought about that for a moment before something caught his attention, and he turned his head sharply in place, pointing with his nose, "SQUIRREL!" he exclaimed.

The fact that he had yet to actually see a squirrel in this place was irrelevant - squirrels were tricky things and were very good at hiding.

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not_an_alien
2010-08-16 05:06 am UTC (link)

Kyle glanced over to Susan. "Am I as fast as a squirrel?" he inquired before he watched Dug point and talk about squirrels.

Susan blinked. Was he as fast as ...? "Probably," she agreed. "You could probably ... out run a squirrel." Not that she knew. Squirrel moved pretty fast, but only to the nearest tree.

She started down the field to go gather her arrows before they "accidentally" came to harm at the mouth of dog.

"I'm as fast as a squirrel," he informed Dug. "But we should find sticks. I don't want to accidentally run over the line," he said. "And you shouldn't accidentally run over the line, either."

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hithere
2010-08-16 05:48 am UTC (link)

The squirrel temporarily forgotten, Dug turned back to Kyle. "I would be careful," he whined, which was true enough. He'd be careful as long as he remembered, which wasn't always. "We could run only away from the line and slow down when we got close?" he suggested, his tail wagging loosely.

But he was content enough to look for sticks, and soon distracted himself with that, putting his nose to the ground and searching the immediate area for anything that could be used to play fetch with. He found what appeared to be a good throwing stick, and tugged at it in his mouth, but it turned out to be the root of a plant and was stuck pretty far in. Dug was unable to get it out. It didn't stop him from trying very hard to get it out.

"This stick does not want to play," he informed Kyle, digging at the ground around it briefly before giving up and putting his nose to the ground again, searching for something else. "Do you enjoy chasing?" he asked Kyle curiously. "I enjoy chasing. It is my favourite thing! Aside from sleeping and eating and cuddling. Oh and sleeping! And eating! I love to do those things too. And chasing!"

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not_an_alien
2010-08-16 06:13 am UTC (link)

Kyle glanced over to where Susan was fetching her arrows, and he thought about River and hoped she was okay. His eyes shifted toward the hotel, but he couldn't see her room from here.

"I like chasing," he said. "And sleeping and eating, and cuddling River." He hadn't cuddled anyone else, so he didn't know if he would like it the same.

He looked to what Dug was pulling at, and shook his head slightly. "Because it is a root, not a stick." He glanced to the plant, but nothing about it seemed very stable for a stick to throw. He knew there was a pile of wood behind the hardware store, so he patted his thigh to call Dug as he started in that direction. "I think there may be sticks back here."

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hithere
2010-08-17 02:45 am UTC (link)

"What is a... root?" Dug asked curiously, stopping briefly to scratch again before his ears perked up and he raced towards Kyle and past him in the direction he'd indicated, doubling back and running small circles around him.

"I like cuddling all people!" he added cheerfully. "People are soft and warm and they pet my tummy and scratch behind my ears and it is very nice and happy. When they let me cuddle," he frowned a bit. "Sometimes people say they do not wish to cuddle. I do not understand this."

Master Mal was a common one for that. He would often push Dug away when Dug was just trying to be friendly.

Movement caught his eye, and Dug remembered that Susan was still gathering the not-sticks. He barked somewhat urgently at her. "Hurry! Hurry! We will leave to get sticks without you!"

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not_an_alien
2010-08-17 03:10 am UTC (link)

"Root is the part of the plant that keeps it stable in the ground. Feeds it nutrients and water. Searches down deep." Kyle glanced to the withered looking plant. "Things do not grow well here."

He smiled as he followed after Dug. "Not all people like the same things," Kyle elaborated. "Sometimes it is too warm to cuddle furry warm dogs." He turned to see what Dug was barking at, and he grinned slightly. "She will join us," he assured the dog.

Honestly, he thought Susan was more likely to take the distraction to continue her practice, so he decided to try to keep Dug occupied in an area that wouldn't cross Susan's path.

"That pile, there," he said as he pointed toward it. "See if there are sticks to fetch."

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hithere
2010-08-17 04:15 am UTC (link)

"Because there are no new-trints?" Dug asked, scratching a bit again. "There is water, I know, because Mistress Jaime keeps a bowl of it in our room for when I get thirsty, so the plant could have water." He trotted along, thinking about what Kyle said about people wanting different things. "If it is too warm they could just pant and then they would be cooler. Like this!" he sat down on his hind legs and demonstrated to Kyle how to pant.

"Oh oh! Sticks!" he said enthusiastically when Kyle pointed out the pile. He darted eagerly forward, jumping into the pile to root through it. There were sounds of shifting sticks, and soft whimpers as splinters got lodged in his paws and were ignored, and he came out a few moments later with a rather oversized stick, wagging his tail happily as he tried - with a bit of success - to lug the stick over to where Kyle was standing.

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not_an_alien
2010-08-17 04:48 am UTC (link)

Kyle almost protested that there wasn't the kind of water he meant, but maybe there was a well deep-down in the earth. He didn't know. Either way, it wasn't the water inside, so he just shook his head and grinned to Dug.

"People sweat," he said matter-of-factly. "They do not pant. Canids cannot sweat, so they must loose their heat through their panting and the pads of their paws." Kyle watched as Dug dug at the pile of sticks, and he shook his head slightly at the size of the stick.

"Maybe something smaller to play fetch with?" he suggested as he started toward the pile himself. He sorted through it, shifting things aside carefully until he came up with what looked like a thick dowel. It was roughly a foot long, and he thought it should work well enough.

"What about this? Would you like to fetch this?"

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hithere
2010-08-18 01:57 am UTC (link)

"What is sweat?" Dug asked. "Is it like sweets? I tried some of those the other day and they were very, very yummy, just like they smelled, but they made me sick and Mistress Jaime was annoyed." He frowned. He had not liked that day. His tummy had not been well at all, and he had been most distressed about it. "Is that what you mean? Sweats are not for dogs? That is what Mistress Jaime said."

At least, that is what he thought she had said. There had been a really interesting looking bug crawling around at the time...

He dropped the stick he was holding when Kyle approached to help look through the pile, limping very slightly on a paw that had a splinter in it but not caring in the least about it. He trotted back over to the pile along with Kyle, sniffing away at the boards and things were pushed aside until he started bouncing excitedly when Kyle seemed to settle on one. "Yes please! Oh, oh yes please! Please throw that so that I may chase it! Yes please I would so much like to fetch that! Oh boy oh boy!"

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not_an_alien
2010-08-18 02:32 am UTC (link)

"Sweat is fluid that leaks from our pores to aid in cooling the body when it is overheated," Kyle explained. "Not sweets," he corrected. "Sweets are very different from sweat."

Kyle grinned when Dug seemed to approve of the stick. He looked around to find the longest point from where they were to where a line was, and he threw the stick in that direction. He was careful not to throw it so hard that it came too close to the line though.

Susan had seen where the pair of them had gone, and she thought to check in with Kyle before she went inside, in case he went looking for her.

"Going to head in," she said as she shifted the quiver of arrows onto her back. "Don't wear him out too much," she added with a little smile.

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hithere
2010-08-19 01:22 am UTC (link)

Dug tried to listen and understand what Kyle was saying, but in fairness he was holding onto a stick and Dug was just really, really excited about getting to chase the stick, and was doing a lot of enthusiastic hopping around in front of Kyle, ready and prepared to chase.

As soon as the stick was thrown, he bolted after it with speed that some people might find surprising, given his usual state of mind. He grabbed the stick easily enough, taking a moment to sit and knaw at it before he remembered that he was playing chase, and turned around to bring the stick back to Kyle, not releasing it immediately so that Kyle would be forced to play a brief game of tug of war to get it from him, making soft growly noises of excitement.

He did not notice Susan heading in, but if he had he might have tried to follow and get her to play as well. As it was, he'd likely forget that she had been outside, and would be content enough to play with Kyle for the rest of the afternoon.

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