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DarkHeartedSorrows Vice Captain
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 Posted: Sat Nov 12, 2011 9:09 am
Word of mouth was a dog's greatest tool in Summerwood. While they couldn't use technology or write letters, it was fairly simple to let gossip take care of what needed to be heard. In this case, Santos had spread word of a meeting. The white Great Dane looked anything but his usual goofy self as he sat outside the Police Station at the time of the meeting. Instead, he looked rigid and in control; every bit the lead police dog that he'd been trained to be. When he was younger, he might have appeared less confident. He might have been concerned about what the humans would think of a pack of dogs meeting outside the station. He might have failed this situation. But he'd trained hard and become stronger as he grew older. Like most days, he wore his gold badge, but today he also wore a service vest that appeared to be well-packed. A pile of similar vests sat beside him; he expected quite a number of his officers to be here. Unfortunately, he also expected there to be outcasts. It was inevitable with his method of calling a meeting - the outcasts would hear and get curious about what the cops were planning and decide to sit in. Hopefully, they wouldn't make this task any harder than it had to be. Quote: Your dog will be arriving outside the station and sitting around Santos. They may have questions, which they may ask, but there are a lot of dogs. He may not answer.
Police dogs, you do not know who the outcasts are. You may have suspicions, but prior to this meeting Santos warned you against starting unnecessary altercations. Also, do not grab a vest. Santos will be handing them out shortly.
Outcasts, it is your judgement to decide whether you want to reveal yourself, but you are at a police station, surrounded by cops. You may want to think about that.
Other professions, word of mouth is that you are just as needed as the police, but you have no idea what is going on.
Please link an image of your dog in your first post. Do not post a full image, because there will be a lot of dogs arriving here.
Feel free to make conversation with other dogs. Meet your neighbors, find out who else is making an effort for the city, etc.
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Posted: Sat Nov 12, 2011 9:46 am
 Wiley panted hard as he ran. Sure, it was his day off, but it wasn't often that Santos called a meeting for all the police dogs. It had to be something important, and Wiley was not going to miss it. It could be an emergency. Wiley knew that every dog was needed during city-wide emergencies and he wanted to be there in case something extreme went down.
Then again, it could just be an update on department policies. Now that would suck. Wiley hadn't got out of bed extra early just to hear about new rules and regulations. Ick. Nevertheless, he would go and find out what Santos needed to say. Besides, Wiley hated his days off. He'd much rather go off and patrol the town instead of watching the TV like his human partner would.
The German Shepherd ducked through a backyard, barking a cheery "Good Morning" to the dog lazing about in the early morning sun. The humans may not like his dash through their properties, but none of the pets minded. It was the fastest route to the station, not to mention to avoided the danger of cars along the streets. Plus it was relatively outcast-safe, being in the middle of suburbia. Most strays weren't bold enough, or rather stupid enough, to sniff around people's backyard in brood daylight. Wiley hopped a low fence and raced across a street, not even bothering to stop and watch for cars. A large truck honked at him, but Wiley paid it no heed. He was too focused on getting to the meeting.
At last, the police station came into view. Wiley slowed his pace down to leisurely trot and circle around to the front of the building. It appeared that he was the first one here. The dog caught sight of Santos, their Chief. Something about the dog's posture concerned Wiley. He seemed...focused. And serious a well. When Wiley caught sight of the service vests piled beside Santos, he knew that his initial thoughts about the meeting were correct. This was no policy update.
"Good Morning, Sir!" Wiley greeted, fluffy tail wagging. "I hope everything's alright?" The officer ventured, trying to see if he could get any information before the official meeting started.
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Posted: Sat Nov 12, 2011 10:46 am
 Bouncing from paw to paw a young rookie dog anxiously awaits the arrival of his first vest. Its his first time being apart of the force's meetings. He has been dreaming of this day since he became a trainee at the police station. The young dog was an odd one always working on bettering himself to be the best police dog. His thoughts strayed back to this morning when he'd been told to come to the meeting. Milo will never forget that moment. The toxic colored Siberian husky looked toward the lead police dog sitting so regally, Milo would call him Santos the Great. Milo had been looking up to Santos since he'd met him. Santos was Milo's hero. Now, Milo would be gaining a vest similar to the one his hero was wearing. Just the thought of wearing one sent him back to bouncing. Milo knew that this wasn't just a normal meeting the vests proved that. A dog only donned one when there was serious trouble. Milo stepped closer to his hero staying out of the way of senior police dogs. He sat as close to his hero as possible, which luckily enough, was only a few feet away. He sat there as patiently as possible waiting for the meeting to start and to hear the news that was apparently important enough to call a meeting in the first place.  An average looking dog strolls somberly up to the front where the police are. He's on the clock working for a band of strays as their means of information. He's not well known to the police world nor to the strays. He used to have a pack of strays that would do anything to get information, but those days are over. He is one of the best informant dogs out there that can go places others would never dream of, hide in almost anything, and bring back more information than any other. He looks at the crowd of police dogs and smirks to himself. "They have no idea that their little meeting is being watched by more than citizens of a rougher nature." He full out grins at the prospects of this job.
The red tribal marked doberman sat right in front of the crowd where the lead dog was sitting. Ah, Santos the Chief its been awhile since I'd seen the likes you. he thinks to himself. Last time I saw you, you were only a regular police dog. I wonder how long its been and if you recognize me. Arimik looks at those siting or standing next to him and spots his bosses mate at the back of the crowd far away from him. Perfect this will be a piece of cake.
Arimik stares up at the Grand Chief Santos, he turns his grin into a pleasant smile. Thats always been one of his tricks. Look as innocent as possible even when facing a police dog. He travels back to when his pack had been at its best in his mind to kill sometime. Those were the good old days when that pack had roamed the streets. Bah, those days are over, back to whats important. He opens his ears to hear what the police are up to.
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Posted: Sat Nov 12, 2011 12:52 pm
As Pippin wove his way through the crowd of gathering dogs to report into the chief, he noticed with neither satisfaction nor disappointment that he was easily the smallest dog there. No matter. He and his squadron of incredibly short police dogs were just as skilled and loyal as any of the others, but if his teammates were busy on patrol, he could just as easily relay any information to them. The vests, though... well, he might need some help carrying those back. Those were pretty heavy for a corgi to drag back. He squirmed his way up to the front, near Santos. A German Shepherd was standing there, one of the classic black-and-tans. Pippin saluted the both of them. "And a good morning, sahs!" he barked, dropping his paw. He didn't have anything specific to ask, but he did want a seat up front. He wanted to see the chief... not the backs of other dogs! Boston, for her part, wasn't particularly eager for the meeting. It was the aftermath of the meeting- the part where they got to go out and kick a**- that she was interested in. The Akita was... decidedly not your standard Dudley Do-Right of a cop. While she wasn't crooked or anything scuzzy like that, she wasn't a cop out of a love for following the rules. She was a cop because she honestly cared about the city being a safe place. If that meant cutting a few corners, well... it was good that she was good at not getting caught. It was possible- quite possible- that she was easily confusable for a non-police dog. After all, she wasn't allowed to be high-profile and she was decidedly rough around the edges. She'd been in her share of street fights growing up, too. As she looked for a place to sit, she noticed the stack of vests and groaned. She was in for the long haul with this meeting. Better find someone tolerable to sit next to. She didn't think she could handle anybody too excitable for as long as this would take. A handsome doberman with dark red stripes caught her eye. Dang. She'd never seen him on the beat before, but she would not have minded if she did. She plopped down next to him and roughly nudged him in the shoulder; the canine equivalent of the first-bump. "Any bets on what ol' Santos is cookin' up, stranger?"
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Posted: Sat Nov 12, 2011 2:02 pm
A recent transfer to the Summerwood police force Vegas had yet to really socialize with his co-workers or the citizens of the city that was now under his protection. Upon hearing about the meeting from the one dog he had befriended on the force, Astraea, he had decided he would seize the opportunity to mingle with his fellow officers as well as some of the commoners of the city.
Vegas was technically on duty but he made his way out of the station and around to where the meeting was taking place, if a call came in and he was needed his handler would certainly call him. Making his way to the front of the gathering he took a seat next to a tan corgi who appeared to be colleague. However Vegas had a problem he wasn't sure how to go about starting a conversation without sounding awkward so instead he waited patiently for someone to address him.
When word of this meeting had reached him through the grapevine Rostam had been hesitant about attending, although he was on good terms with the force he wasn't sure how well his attendance would be taken. Finally he decided that if there was something big going on in the city he called home he would like to know about it, if only to protect himself. He slowed down as he reached the station and eyed the dogs that were gathering. He recognized a few though he had never really met them and he tried to decide where he was best off to sit. Scanning the small crowd that was forming he decided to hang near the back and he sat down just behind a toxic hued husky.
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Posted: Sat Nov 12, 2011 2:15 pm
Sweet Pea probably wasn't a dog you'd expected to turn up at a meeting called by the chief of police dogs, but then again, she was full of unexpected surprises. Her silk-kissed red form pranced to the gathering, tail wagging behind her like she was attending any other get together. There wasn't even a falter in her smile as she glanced the service vests.
Deciding she'd like to be near someone who seemed to know what he was doing, she gathered herself next to a black and tan German Shepherd and sat with her tail twitching like she could barely keep it still. Her multi-colored eyes focused on the the white Great Dane in front of them for only a second before she was no longer interested in his statued frame. The city was a definite change from her slow drawl of a farm life, so she couldn't help the excitement that painted her features as she leaned over and whispered as if she weren't supposed to be speaking. "Hi there."
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DarkHeartedSorrows Vice Captain
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Posted: Sat Nov 12, 2011 2:32 pm
 Blayze had heard of the police dog meeting from one of the police dogs that lived with her owner. She thought it would be interesting to go see, especially since they were asking for normal dogs to be there. She wasn't quite normal, Search and Rescue was nothing to bark at. It was a serious job, one that she took very seriously. Reaching the station she saw the large and growing crowd. She moved to sit next to a brown and olive colored German Shepherd. "This looks promising. Are you part of the force? I don't believe I've seen you before." She said to him. Doyle heard of the police dog meeting like many of the other strays, word of mouth. It was quite an effective, and yet noneffective, ways of communicating. After all if the police wanted to set up a meeting like this there was no way to keep the strays from finding out. And the best way for strays to avoid the coppers was to sit in on meetings like this. Doyle had no pack of strays to depend on so this was his best chance of finding out what the enemy had in mind. He ended up next to a toxic colored dog, such strange colors and markings, just in time to hear him speak. "Yeah should be quite interesting to see what goes down." Doyle said not really thinking that he may be discovered as a stray.
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Posted: Sat Nov 12, 2011 2:40 pm
((Word of warning, I'll probably be out most of the rest of today, so I wouldn't suggest anyone wait on a response from my characters. @A@))
Kaiden approached the meeting, his steps brisk and his pace quick. He had been called to a meeting, but not just any meeting -- a police meeting. It would be his first since his initiation into the team, and although he knew they had been called for an important reason and he tried to keep his demeanor serious, he couldn't help but to feel tingles of excitement spark from his paws and dance up all the way to his ears.
Thankfully, he was able to keep it from showing and didn't make too much of a fool of himself, and, as he got closer, the sight of the heavy vest -- first on Santos, and then the large pile next to him -- was enough to sober him up. Eyes darting from one member to the next, he waved his tail pleasantly, glad every time he recognized a police dog he had watched from afar in his younger days, before his dream of being a police dog had been realized. Santos, of course, was one of them.
The others he attempted to commit to memory, and for a moment he considered speaking to one, to get to know the team, but he didn't want to appear disrespectful, especially considering the importance of the meeting. Instead, he settled around the fringes, leaving the better seats closer to lead dog for the higher-ups.
Brook peered around at the gathered dogs, her lowered ears betraying her nervousness. She was an outcast herself, but not one interconnected to a mass of others like some other outcasts may have been. It was simply her and her sister who chose to roam the streets and woods together, trading the life of ease and comfort for a breeze through the excitements of solitude. They were friend or foe to neither the strays that shared their title or to the police dogs that strived to keep them in check, but she couldn't help but to feel uncomfortable in the presence of so many police dogs.
Still, she was curious, and she sat as close to the lead police dog as she dared, wondering what sort of trouble was brewing and whether she and her sister would have to take any precautions. She hoped that her collar, despite its raggedy state, would be enough to ward off any suspicions.
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Posted: Sat Nov 12, 2011 3:00 pm
Vegas saw a flash of red to his right out of the corner of his eye and turned his head in time to see a female shepherd sitting herself next to him. He took a moment to look her over and took note that she appeared well cared for and was obviously in good physical shape which meant she must have some sort of job to do.
When she spoke he took a moment of pause to make up his mind on whether he believed her a friend or a foe before responding. "Yes ma'am, I am indeed an officer of the Summerwood Police Force. The name's Vegas, it's a pleasure to meet you..." he trailed off with a questioning look in his eye hoping she would provide her name without any blunt, persistent prodding.
(Have to go to work now but I will be back in 7.5ish hours and will be able to respond to anything directed at my dogs at that point in time before I work on homework and go to bed -read as: play sims3 to procrastinate-)
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Posted: Sat Nov 12, 2011 3:59 pm
 The almost white akita approached the group of dogs, staying in the back. It seemed forever since his encounter with others, due to a recent accident of him in the dog hospital. Viewing the others, he simply lied down watching one certain dog, Santos, the one hosting the meeting.
His mind went blank. This was to be a meeting of all police dogs, so why were some of them unrecognizable to them? He shrugged. "Probably just from a break I guess." he mumbled silently to himself. He knew this was an important meeting and wanted to get as much information as possible.
Yawning, he regretted waking up so early, but a police dog was to be ready for anything.
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Posted: Sat Nov 12, 2011 4:12 pm
Arimik is nudged on his shoulder immediately drawing his attention to brown akita. He smiles sweetly and answers her question. "Not at all ma'am. I'm afraid I know about as much as most of the crowd." This might be bad, If she's a cop I'll have to be extra careful. I know the old I wanted to be a cop story! Ari turned his attention back up to the front."You know, its sad to say I'm not a police dog. I wanted to be, oh, how I wanted to be, but I never made the cut. Oh, well I guess being pet was more of my calling."Not a complete lie, I did want to be one back in my puppy years, but sadly I really didn't make the cut. Apparently I was too "rough" for them. He preceded to keep an eye out for any thing that might slip him up in the future with her. He looked back up to center stage to see what "ol' Santos" is planning.
Milo ears perk at the sound of dogs sitting around him. He turns to survey the dogs. There is a white green and black great dane just behind him and a black and purple Labrador retriever with strange markings just to his right. He grins as the lab answers his statement with one of this own. "I know! I've been waiting for this for what seems like forever. Are you from around here? I don't believe I've seen you before."He then turns toward the dane. "Hi, there! I don't believe I've seen you around either. My names Milo."Having said his greeting he turns back towards Santos unaware that he is next to two strays. All he can think of is that he is going to get to be like his hero by wearing that wonderful vest.
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Posted: Sat Nov 12, 2011 4:26 pm
Blayze grinned and wagged her tail at Vegas. "Nice to meet you Vegas. I'm Blayze..... I'm with Search and Rescue!" She tossed in her occupation just for the heck of it. She did love letting others know that she would go out and search for those who were lost. "I must say your name is quite interesting! And your coat is such a nice color." She could tell he was properly taken care of and in great shape. Which was good for a police dog or so she thought.
Doyle looked at Milo and shrugged. "Yeah from around here somewhere." He said noticing the great dane behind them, "Hello Milo. I suppose you could say I'm the dark stranger." Which was true his name did mean descendant of Dubhghall which translated to dark stranger. How Doyle learned what his name meant was a mystery to everyone. He went back to looking at Santos, waiting to hear what the chief had to say.
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Posted: Sat Nov 12, 2011 5:03 pm
Wiley's tail wagged as more and more officers began to show up. Sure, it would mean that he wouldn't be getting any info out of Santos before the real meeting started, but at least this now meant that the meeting would start soon. Wiley saw a lot of dogs he knew, as well as a few obviously anxious rookies. The GSD laughed at thought of his own rookie days. A cheerful greeting broke him out of his reminiscing. "Pippin!" Wiley laughed. Pippin, to him, was a legend on the force. In the line of duty, size and weight certainly had its advantages. But Pippin hadn't let that stop him, and was an exceptionally skilled officer. Wiley admired the dog greatly. "I hope you're doing well?" Wiley asked.
Another voice, quiet and brimming with excitement startled him. Wiley whipped around came face to face with a red merle Aussie. She smelled distinctly like the farmlands outside of the main city. Wiley flipped through the list of officers on the police force, trying to identify her. Wiley was one of those dogs who knew everybody, though not everybody knew him. But he would have remembered a police officer that smelled like the farms, especially one that smelled of it so strongly. His mind went into overdrive. Was she a stray? A spy? Outcasts always tried to infiltrate these meetings.
Wiley looked the strange dog over, head-to-toe, and found nothing but a perfectly groomed coat topped with a friendly expression. This was no stray, but rather a curious civilian. Did she know that this might be a dangerous matter? Wiley gave the dog a friendly, yet exasperated smile. "Hello there, ma'am. Officer Wileus E. Scott." He always introduced himself to civilians with his full name. "Decided to come see what all the hullabaloo was about, hm?" He turned back to Pippin. "Officer Pippin, it seems we've been infiltrated by a dangerous civilian." He joked. It was all meant in good fun, but in the back of his mind Wiley was worried that they had dangerous outcasts lurking amongst their ranks.
And how right he was. Chuckie giggled uncontrollably from his hiding spot. He wasn't in the crowd of officers and house pets, no, he was too recognizable. And Chuckie didn't want to spoil the party! He laughed again. "Silly silly officers!" The pitbull sighed. "Don't know they've got some baddies that've crashed the party!" He bust out laughing again, rolling onto his back and waving his legs up in the air. The humor broke quickly though, and Chuckie was back on his feet, hiding in between a building wall and a dumpster. From here, he had a perfect view of the police station and the dogs sitting around their chief, Santos.
Chuckie growled, a low rumble emitting from the back of his throat. Oh, how he wished to grab that Dane between his teeth and rip him apart piece by arrogant piece! Slowly, of course. What would be the fun in doing it all in one go? Chuckie giggled, once again in good humour. What fun this day was turning out to be.
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Posted: Sat Nov 12, 2011 5:31 pm
Slimeball had heard through whispers about some meeting near the police station. He was intrigued and wanted to see what was up. He told his aquaintance Poison to come along with him. Slime didn't have any friends. He never took the time to make any, nor did he want any. He was happy being alone, but at the same time, he did enjoy a nice minion when he could find it.
Poison followed along silently behind Slimeball, a bit excited about this meeting. Slime had told him about it, and though he usually tried to steer clear of any trouble, he did want to know why a bunch of the dogs in the neighborhood were meeting up near the police station. He hoped there would be something fun to do there, be it some kind of game or just picking on the short dogs with Slimeball. It was their favorite past-time afterall.
The two arrived a little late and found a spot hidden in the shadows but close enough they could lurk and hear what was going on.
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Posted: Sat Nov 12, 2011 8:06 pm
Chuckie's ears pricked forward. There were other dogs that had just entered the alleyway, and Chuckie didn't know whether they were cops or not. The criminal froze, not even breathing, as he waited for the dogs to pass by and head for the police station. Chuckie waited and waited, but the dogs stayed in the alleyway. He peeked out from behind the dumpster to check them out. There were two of them, both with the staple outcast shaggy appearance to them. So they weren't cops. That was good.
Not good, however, that his hiding place was now occupied by other dogs. Chuckie hated sharing. Especially with dogs of a...lesser caliber than himself. Then again, it wouldn't do to start a fight right outside of the police station. No no no, it would not indeed. Chuckie supposed that this could be one of those times where he was...civil. He stepped out from the dumpster and giggled softly. "Well well well, kiddies, come for the party?" Chuckie asked. Despite his best effort to appear at ease, his hackles were raised. His hackles were always raised around other dogs. The pitbull never did seem to play with others very well.
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