Places to Go, People to Meet

[Scamp]

(takes place January seventh, open to Scamp, Angel, and all dalmatians. Sorry for the bad title ^ ^")

Scamp made his way to the top of a grassy hill, panting loudly. It was the third day he and Angel were on the run together and somehow he had already managed to send them to Europe. Well it wasn't exactly his fault for accidently boarding a catering plane. It had sausage on it for lord's sake!

The scruffy pup planted his rear on the ground and looked around. Wide open spaces, fields to run in, and he was pretty sure he had seen a lake on the way here. He grinned. Yep, this was the place for him. He then spotted what seemed like a farm a close distance nearby. He tilted his head curiously at it. Maybe there was a nice dog there who would give them food.

[Mooch]

Mooch was far from the farm. Annoyed with Lucky, annoyed with Dipstick and Wizzer, annoyed with Two-Tone following him around. He was just annoyed. Ears pinned back as the dog smelled an unfamiliar scent. His head tilted to the side as he sniffed the air. He padded after the scent and found himself face to face with a gray puppy.

"Who are you?" He asked.

[Angel]

Angel couldn't hide the makings of a smirk as she trotted along behind Scamp. When he'd talked about getting away from his family, she hadn't realised he'd meant this far away - and neither, she thought, did he - and she wasn't missing an oportunity to playfully remind him about that fact. A fact, it turned out, that made her all the more relieved that she had chosen to go with Scamp, or she might never have seen him again. And the English countryside was certainly an interesting comparison with what she was used to.

Cerulean orbs studdied the dark-furred mutt as he approached. His body caried a certain sort of charm which was in no way reflected by the manner in which he demanded to know who they were, and for a fleeting instant, Angel was reminded of a young version of Buster; not a comparison which endeared the sheepdog to her. "My name's Angel." she replied curtly, hoping that the older pup wouldn't prove to be as persistant a part of her life as Buster had been.

[Mooch]

A smirk slid across Mooch's maw. No longer interested in the grey furred mutt but his little friend now intrigued him. Ears perked high as he stared at her. Angel was her name and what an Angel she was. Prettier than Two-Tone? Not that he'd ever admit it to her face but...hell to the yeah she was prettier than TT!

"Well hey there Angel," he said, "Welcome to the Radcliffe farm, pretty lady. My name's Mooch. I'm the coolest pup on this farm you'll meet. And don't let anybody tell you otherwise!" He grinned.

[Scamp]

Scamp turned around to see a gray sheepdog and was about to answer when Angel padded up next to him. He smiled at his traveling companion. "Hey there, Angel. Glad to see you could keep up." he teased her affectionately. He narrowed his brown eyes at the sheepdog. "I'm Scamp." he said curtly, sitting close to Angel protectively. "She and I are traveling together. We're from America."

He didn't like how nice this dog was being to Angel. She was his love interest, and no one was going to tear them apart. Especially not some funny-looking mutt. He frowned. Enough with the idling, maybe this dog could offer them some hospitality. "So Mooch." he started. "Would you happen to have some food to eat? We're pretty hungry, and we could use some rest."

[Mooch]

Mooch planted his rear on the ground and scratched behind his ear. He smiled at Angel, raising his eyebrows flirtatiously before turning to Scamp.

"Food? Rest?" He shrugged. "Sure you seem like cool dogs. I mean you guys are from America! That's awesome!" He turned and started to walk towards the farm. "Follow me!"

[Scamp]

Scamp clenched his teeth as Mooch made yet another obvious move on Angel. As much as he didn't like the farm dog at the moment, He and Angel needed to stop for rest eventually. He gave a nod to Mooch and started to follow after him. Maybe they could settle their differences later.

He stopped for a moment and looked back over his shoulder at Angel. "You coming?" he asked. If she wasn't going, then he wouldn't. He would never leave her for some barn.

[Angel]

Angel didn't even try to hide a roll of her eyes. Males flirting with her was nothing new - she'd had to take it ever since she'd become old enough to be taken seriously as a street dog - but it was a long time since anything they'd said had impressed her, and Mooch certainly didn't seem about to break that record. There was a time when she would have returned his flirting with some of her own, but not anymore; not in front of Scamp. She owed him too much to do that to him, even if they both knew that her flirting was never serious.

"I'll come." she replied, raising her rear from the ground to follow the two grey-furred canines. Like Scamp, she too was pretty hungry, although that wasn't a state she wasn't used to - she had gone hungry relatively frequently while living on the streets.

[Scamp]

Scamp smiled at her. He was glad she wasn't annoyed with him for checking in on her once or twice. He knew she had grown up on the streets by herself, and was perfectly self-sufficient. But he couldn't help worrying sometimes. Just like his sisters used to say. He felt a sharp pang if guilt for leaving home, but it quickly went away. He had come too far to go back.

He turned back around and followed quickly after Mooch, his stomach reminding him of his growing hunger.

[Mooch]

Mooch trotted ahead, looking back every so often at the newcomers. They were from America which was really cool! Mooch had heard so many things about American dogs and their pets. Tail wagging, he brought them to the kibble.

"Dig in guys!" he said, "The finest cuisine on the farm!"

[Freckles]

A spotted figure padded with swift paws, passing by the are. It wasn't until she smelled two unknown pups when she stopped, looking at them with curiosity. "hey Mooch, who are those two?" The freckled tomboy asked, padding towards the two, sniffing Angel and then Scamp. "I don't think I've seen you around before." She told them with a titl of her head. "The name's freckles. nice to see new dogs 'round the farm."

[Scamp]

Scamp's mouth watered as soon as he saw the kibnle in front of him. There was enough to feed a whole farm of dogs! He was about to dig in when a dalmatian pup approached them. He looked back up and gave her a nod. "Nice to meet you, Freckles." he said. "I'm Scamp and this is my good friend Angel. We're from America and we decided to stop for a rest." It was nice having a welcome. Scamp was starting to wonder if maybe they should stick around a bit.

[Freckles]

"Ah, so you ain't from 'round these parts are ya?" The pup said, "It is always nice to meet foregin dogs, especially dogs our age. A pleasure to meet you both. And..." Freckles looked around for a second, and then approached Scamp's ear. "That dude, Mooch, is a really big flirt. Ya and your friend should be careful with him. Just warning you, since Angel doesn't look like the girls 'round the farm." She told the mutt in a whisper, only audible for them both.

She backed up a little and said, "Now, you can have all the kibble you want. We are 101 dalmatians, so they'll have to buy more eventually."

[Scamp]

Scamp frowned as Freckles told him about Mooch's 'reputation'. He gave her a grateful nod. Now he would be extra cautious around the sheepdog. His jaw dropped. "There's 101 of you?!" he exclaimed in bewilderment. He casted a glance at Angel saying, can you believe that?! He turned back to Freckles and grinned. "That's so... Cool! I can't wait to rest of them!" he told her.

[Freckles]

Freckles nodded, almost proudly. "Yuppers, 101 of us!" She stated happily, before giving the mutt a low chuckle, "It would take weeks to get to meet us all, but if you stick 'round for a while I am sure you'll catch up with everyone." The pup stated with a happy grin, "There is always roon for two more dogs in the farm." The pup raced a paw and scratched her ear, looking almost the same way Scamp did when scratching. "Though fleas seem to be a problem in here sometimes, it is a nice place to stay!"

Freckles rolled onto her back and began speaking again, "Almost no rules, and we can run 'round this huge farm whenever we want. We also get food and a nice and cozy shelter." She stated, at last.