06-12-2018, 11:32 AM
It's a good idea to leave your troubles— Dale Cooper was someone who tried not to dislike too many things. He disliked the normal things such as pain, anger,and bigotry. But, one uncommon thing the canine disliked was sleeping underground and being hidden from the sun's warm rays. After several long hours of pacing his bland and boring room, Cooper decided that he couldn't stand the dark for any longer.
So, Cooper began to hunt. He searched storage closet after storage closet, gathering light sources like a squirrel gathers nuts. In one closet he found old Christmas lights that he was sure would twinkle reg and green, though he had a feeling that(based on the mess of a ball they were in) putting them up would be a hassle. He grabbed the ball of lights in his mouth and continued his search for light. His next find was a ball shaped lamp, the size of his head, that would hang from the ceiling. It was a soft yellow and could stand in for the sun! Oh this was splendid. His last find was a dusty box of white fairy lights, seemingly unopened.
With his treasures in tow, the Vizsla-Collie mix returned to his room. Without help, he began to hang his finds. The yellow lamp had been difficult to get to stay but now it was there, adding a warm glow to the room. Next came the fairy lights, hanging from random edges of the ceiling and spanning widely across the room. "Diane, I've nearly finished lighting my room, now all that's left is to untangle the Christmas lights. I hope i come out of it alive and, if not, I suppose I'll see you soon." and with that semi-dark comment, he set to work on untangling the bundle. —at home when operating a vehicle.
"SPEECH"
So, Cooper began to hunt. He searched storage closet after storage closet, gathering light sources like a squirrel gathers nuts. In one closet he found old Christmas lights that he was sure would twinkle reg and green, though he had a feeling that(based on the mess of a ball they were in) putting them up would be a hassle. He grabbed the ball of lights in his mouth and continued his search for light. His next find was a ball shaped lamp, the size of his head, that would hang from the ceiling. It was a soft yellow and could stand in for the sun! Oh this was splendid. His last find was a dusty box of white fairy lights, seemingly unopened.
With his treasures in tow, the Vizsla-Collie mix returned to his room. Without help, he began to hang his finds. The yellow lamp had been difficult to get to stay but now it was there, adding a warm glow to the room. Next came the fairy lights, hanging from random edges of the ceiling and spanning widely across the room. "Diane, I've nearly finished lighting my room, now all that's left is to untangle the Christmas lights. I hope i come out of it alive and, if not, I suppose I'll see you soon." and with that semi-dark comment, he set to work on untangling the bundle. —at home when operating a vehicle.
"SPEECH"
PERCY
Flew up through the clouds at night was born to fight. Mythical, so mystical - think what you like. You could be the sword, the shield defender of the people down below, you know I fought for love. Be kind to those around ya' don't be merci less. Remember me for my name is Perseus.
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