K9

Link: Enter
Admins: Artemis and Lakota
Level: Intermediate/Advanced.
Activtiy: Daily active.

• Lands are Unclaimed.
  
• Staff Positions open.
  
• Active Staff.
  
• New members by the day.
  
• New Layout.
  
• New site. So its active.

Plot: Life as we know it has changed dramatically. Now, in the year 2121, it has now become a post apocalyptic world. Humans are gone, and the animals are the only ones thar are ruling. For several years, the humans were unable to come to the surface after a nuclear strike. War had gone on until the humans ultimately destroyed themselves in a nuclear war. Several years later, the radiation had vanished and the animals were the only ones that thrived. Dogs now became the dominant species and ruled over most of the city. The dogs have set themselves into three main packs: the Elwes pack, which is situated in the Southern part of the city; the Richter Pack, which is situated in the North and the Aridale pack, which set themselves in the center of the city. These three packs have proved themselves the strongest. If you're strong enough, wont you join their packs and become one? And let the new life begin...

It smelt like rain. It looked like rain. Luke thought it had been raining. Until she stepped outside. It simply looked and smelled like rain and although there was no actual rain, it still put her into a foul mood. And perhaps the fact that she was late for work and trying to put an outfit on while running down the street didn't help as well. Now, don't be peverted. Her button down shirt for work was hastily being pulled over a tanktop, her skirt was slighty lopsided, and her apron? Misput, not lost. Luke glanced hurriedly around, noticing how much it hurt when she did so because her shoulder bag was being held up by her teeth. But the apron was safely hauled onto her shoulder. It was all good. Well not really, it was only the added bonus that her bulky cast on her arm wasn't helping anything. It was more of a burden than anything else. The fact that she was late was the real reason for her mood - and it was all her fault. But who wanted to admit that? She had woken up late, scrambled around for 15 minutes trying to look for some type of food. Stale Fruit Loops did nothing for her stomach, but then again she could steal something off the diner.

A sigh left the girl as she moved the bag from her mouth to her shoulder, effecitively buttoning up her shirt and working on straightening her outfit just a tad. Luke had to work out her money schedule before it got too late. The diner was paying her well enough - well over what they were suppose to be. But all that went to school, the doctor's appointments were adding up, and she didn't have the time to have a second job. Maybe she'd give up the apartment, live in that haunted house around here.

Luke's gaze shifted down, wincing every so slightly as she was bumped through the crowd of people getting here and there. Nervously, she pulled her hair more around her face, shielding herself from the crowd of heated bodies that pressed against her so tightly. Her breath became ragged, trudging up the road of hypervenalating; it wasn’t that each movement she made felt like someone was digging into each bruise she had – no, it was the fact that everyone was so close and .. moving. Trying to calm herself, Luke brought a shaking hand to thread through her hair before she finally broke free and ran across the street. Her bruises seemed like they were made yesterday – not days ago. But still, it felt like lifetimes since she’d left David. Yet, in reality, it had only been three days. The cast on her arm had felt like lead in the past few days – but it was only a hollow reminder of what had happened. And she didn’t want to be reminded.

Finally, the girl arrived at the diner, slightly breathless. She paused before moving in and clumsily threw her hair into a pony tail with one hand. Needless to say, it looked a mess. But did she care at the moment? No, not at all. She already had a near panic attack on the way here, most likely would get food poisoning from those Fruit Loops, and she looked a mess. Well, better late than never. Luke took a deep breath and tried to open the door. Unfortunately, it didn’t work so well and Luke had to put most of her body weight into the door to actually open it. Stupid bright ugly cast.

Inside it was hustling – Mary was juggling a few cups in one hand and large dishes in the other. This was defiantly turning out to be a great day. Luke hurried towards the counter, trying to comb back the loose hairs around her face. Mary shot her a glare, but she ignored it without much thought.

“Sorry, Bryce!” Luke’s voice was pleading as she glanced behind the small window to the cook, and owner of the store. He grunted in response, but didn’t say anything remotely worth hearing. Unfortunately, he was use to her lateness, even though she had been working for two days, at the most. But Luke believed he understood her, somehow. Then again, it could all be in her head.

Luke had been stuck on bar duty – and she hid behind there, refilling coffee pots without much comment. Mary had been forced to cover the tables – something she was not happy about. However, the cast on Luke’s arm wasn’t her fault and the agitation from Mary was making her frustrated. Without glancing up, Luke poised her pen over the paper as she spoke, “Good afternoon, have you decided on your order?”