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needledclawsandkittycatpaws

Her ears flickered as she smiled kindly towards the female. She tilted her head to one side in greeting, while closing her pearl white eyes.

Working from six in the morning to nine at night didn't leave you a lot of time to socialize. For the first few weeks you tried to sneak away, but it only got your wages dropped and your positioned threatened. So you came to terms with it, and got most of your conversations from bitchy customers, or angry superiors. The other worker trolls avoided you. And it's not like they could talk much with muzzles on them,too. Perhaps the big black tool that hung from your mouth made you look scary. Or tamed. And that's why you often were ignored. Although, it's probably a good thing you had it there. Some customers need a true chomping, and you were always eager to start shit. 

Muzzles were a requirement for all worker trolls to wear during work hours. And then taken off at the end of the day. Showers were also required on a every other day basis. These had to of been your favorite part. Even if the water was next to freezing.

But now it's a holiday, and one of your few days off. Nothing to scrub or carry today. You're still inside of the restaurant. You're allowed to live here as long as, and you quote, "don't fuck anything up." They leave the window open for you, though. And most times you don't bother to slip outside, but no one is even here so you have no plans on just staying here and doing nothing. 

You hop up onto the ledge before the window, and then slip out. God, it's been ages since you've come out this way. You can only smell the other workers her. Perhaps its your upbringing that makes you only want to use doors. 

Sunbeams target your eyes. Beating down into them relentlessly, and leaving your scattered brain paralyzed. You clench your eyes shut, and hop down from the window seal. The alley way where the garbage can is located is fairly lit. Tiny paw prints are etched into the soil before you. You follow their trail, and it all feels so unnatural. When's the last time you were actually outside on your own? 

Many things had gone wrong that night. Vegas' air was arid and humid for the last time she could remember experiencing. The first thing that ruined the night was that it was odd when she'd called the house and no one had picked up - thirty minutes before club's opening time. She had gotten a little worried, of course, but thought nothing of it- it wasn't exactly a situation that warranted panic, something she'd gotten quite used to feeling, now a days. Of course, when her first break rolled around and no one answered the phone, yet again, she hadn't even questioned the other co- manager and just up and left the club without a second thought. Ariell hadn't thought anything of it, knowing her situation at home and sympathizing.

The second incident occurred when she'd arrived back to the familiar gated community. Dani hurried home, dismayed to find that the lights were out. An abysmal feeling plummeted in her stomach, unsettling her nerves and security. Nothing was safe - nothing was okay. She hurried inside, hoping, praying that it had not happened again, but somehow she knew before she even got halfway up the first flight of stairs that he wouldn't be there. She tears the house apart, up heaving every blanket, opening every door, checking every single inch of that colossal house. Coming up with nothing, she retreats out into the night, refusing to believe that it had happened to her yet another time.  

The third crushing, terrible event that had gone dismally wrong, was on her way out to the desert - a place he had often retreated to in times of distress in the past. Hands stuffed into her pockets, head down, the girl hurries across town, weaving through the streets as the humid air choked the life out of her lungs, and the passing minutes quashing her resolve. With her mind as distracted as it was she never sees it coming - pulling out of the late night pub without so much as a car horn as warning. The swerving vehicle slams into her body, knocking the breath right out of her. Screeching tires alert  her to a car's presence, but her thoughts are so jumbled and fuzzy she doesn't register what had happened in the first place. Cracking pain resonates in her disoriented skull, knocking her out cold on the worn, oily pavement. Deep red blood pools around her crumpled form in the street. The intoxicated driver swivels to a halt half way onto the sidewalk, throwing themselves from their car to assess the damage they'd done. They approach the abused body cautiously. Shaking, the driver dials the emergency line, and it's not long before the blonde is being lifted up onto a stretcher, and toted into an ambulance in a heap of blood stained clothes and matted hair slick with freshly pouring blood.

okay so i have important announcement to make about this blog so all yall gather round this here campfire and ill tell you a fucking miraculous story. 

not really. 

but seriously. so my main rp partner is quitting the tumblr scene, but i rather enjoy rping here and on most days i like the community. so i dont really wanna delete my blog just yet. considering i can hardly get threads anymore the option is incredibly tempting, but either way. this is the last ditch effort before the presumable inevitable comes to fruition. since my rp partner is quitting and their muses pretty much monopolize my muses entire existence (mostly) then i will be opening up one very important open post that absolutely anyone at all can reply to. 

my muse will somehow contract a case of amnesia, by a method that i have not yet decided, and she will basically forget the entire year- which leaves room open for a lot of interaction by all new partners who wish to join and old partners alike. 

so. 

Dani's not doing a whole lot - her life has been blissfully uneventful for the past few weeks and she's enjoying  this time off of sorts of staying at home with Kitty and doing stupidly boring house things domestic things. Safe things.