08-04-2018, 09:34 PM
//was trying to avoid joining threads bc actually just made this dude a few days ago, but i saw that nobody else replied so here i am
Leroy understood how it felt to be rejected, as the mutt was literally kicked out of his old crib. Sometimes, he himself felt like a ghost, like a spirit. Once the centre of all the attention, all the conversation, and now these people don’t even know who he is. The good part was, that was temporary. He would have a name for himself in no time at all. All he needed was some vulnerable people that don’t understand danger, or some random oaf willing to do some dirty work. Lucky for him, he still had his life ahead of him.
The same couldn’t be said for these two saps, who Leroy had spotted whilst pacing around the outskirts of camp. Back when he was a pup, he thought you’d need a lot of moxie to speak to a ghost; now that’s the norm. Hell, the leader of this joint was a ghost. Judging by the fact that these two phantoms were all alone out here, Leroy guessed that no other Tanglewood fellow came out to say hi. That’s my cue. "Hey fellas," he’d quip, strutting to the two ghosties sitting unnaturally close together, ”you two ‘re lookin’ real spooky right now. Anythin’ I could help ya with?”. He wasn’t often this fortunate, but seeing that these guys were ghosts, he figured that there was no way to take advantage of them, and besides, they’re ghosts, haven’t they lost enough?
Yikes. It sounded as if Leroy had a sense of sorrow for a second there.
Leroy understood how it felt to be rejected, as the mutt was literally kicked out of his old crib. Sometimes, he himself felt like a ghost, like a spirit. Once the centre of all the attention, all the conversation, and now these people don’t even know who he is. The good part was, that was temporary. He would have a name for himself in no time at all. All he needed was some vulnerable people that don’t understand danger, or some random oaf willing to do some dirty work. Lucky for him, he still had his life ahead of him.
The same couldn’t be said for these two saps, who Leroy had spotted whilst pacing around the outskirts of camp. Back when he was a pup, he thought you’d need a lot of moxie to speak to a ghost; now that’s the norm. Hell, the leader of this joint was a ghost. Judging by the fact that these two phantoms were all alone out here, Leroy guessed that no other Tanglewood fellow came out to say hi. That’s my cue. "Hey fellas," he’d quip, strutting to the two ghosties sitting unnaturally close together, ”you two ‘re lookin’ real spooky right now. Anythin’ I could help ya with?”. He wasn’t often this fortunate, but seeing that these guys were ghosts, he figured that there was no way to take advantage of them, and besides, they’re ghosts, haven’t they lost enough?
Yikes. It sounded as if Leroy had a sense of sorrow for a second there.