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WHO: Annie Leonhart & ???
WHERE: Heropa, FL, Nonah, NC
WHEN: August 11th - August 15th
WHAT: Annie stops by the Animal Shelter in Heropa to see about volunteering; Annie heads by the Heropa school for testing out to various class levels; Annie surprise hosts yoga sessions on Weds & Thurs nights in Heropa and Nonah fitness gyms, respectively. Also any day of the week for kitten and cat rescue efforts.
WARNINGS: None right now!
NOTES: Tagging in prose or action brackets is fine! I'll match to how you tag in.
Heropa Animal Shelter
Annie stopped by the office of the Animal Shelter once it was open, talking with the man at the counter about volunteer opportunities. On some level, he seemed to accept that with school starting up the next week, it was possible that teenagers would be wanting to fill in extracurriculars with something like this. He found all the appropriate paperwork, stopping the woman who ran the volunteer program and discussing with her for a brief period of time.
Which was how Annie found herself on a tour of the facility, hearing the run down of how the shelter operated, and what sort of time investments were expected out of volunteers her age. She could be found by the kennels with the dogs, or, by the end, when the volunteer coordinator has had to answer questions back in the office, as the unintentional holder of one German Shepard mix another volunteer passed on to her while they helped chase down an escapee Fox Terrier bolting down for the thick foliage at the far end of the front yard.
She held on to the lead, looking toward the dog on the other end. The dog looked back. What was she supposed to say to a dog sitting there and panting politely as he waited for some sort of instruction?
"...Good boy?"
Heropa Public High School
Annie had been studying all summer with various personal tutors among the imPorts, along with following guidelines out of books geared specifically toward the kind of testing she'd aimed to take in order to get placed into classes. Most of the information she's been cramming is going to fly right out of her head again after this is done, but her aims are focused, and even with the tumultuous events of recent weeks, from the summer camp, to the summer kidnapping fights, to her and Bertholdt and Reiner making their confession, she wouldn't be deterred from this.
If anything, it was helping keep her sane. Annie found the thought amusing in a dark way. She wasn't great at testing out on paper, but she had to be good enough to hit her aim here: testing into basic courses for a senior level education. Annie didn't want to be in highschool longer than she needed, following the structure of this society or not. That thought was enough to get her through the rounds of testing as arranged through the day, even when her pencil snapped in half right before the final mathematics test, leaving her looking surprised. She glanced around the room, hoping to find either tape or someone she could beg a pencil off of for the duration of the exam.
Afterward, she gathered her supplies, snapped pencil included, and headed out the door with her messenger bag in place. Down the hall, left around the far corner, another right... and she found herself alone. Annie stopped in the hall, the late afternoon light streaming in through the series of windows facing the back lot of the highschool. The geometric pattern of light that stretched out before her caught her attention, drawing her eyes, until she stepped to the side and leaned against the wall with a sigh. She wanted this to pay off. A day full of paper tests left her feeling more drained than a day of physical training and labor. All the complexities of feeling the weight of her decisions and the world of hurt she's caused on her shoulders gave her as much of a headache as this academic bullshit, but the one was infinitely easier to handle than the other.
She'd done school before. Handling the rest? No, that's new. If it meant she sagged against a wall for support and looked out the second floor windows of the Heropa highschool's back hallways without truly seeing anything in the oranges and yellows of sunset for a few minutes, it was what it was. No breaks, Annie. She'd be moving again soon enough.
Yoga at the Fitness Center: Heropa (Weds) & Nonah (Thurs)
Months of running through the same series of routines with instructors as their assistant and demonstration stooge, Annie didn't expect to arrive at her part time government granted job to hear, "You're running the Level One class tonight." That required talking to and corralling whoever dropped in, along with whatever regulars showed up, and it was nothing she wanted anything to do with.
But she swallowed that back, remembered something about being a model citizen, and wondered if that meant you couldn't claim a sore throat to get out of teaching a style of stretching and posturing she found both weird, and weirdly relaxing.
Which is how Annie ended up in front of a room of people with their yoga mats, yoga pants, and yoga attitudes, as a guest instructor. She breathed in, counted to ten, then attempted to smile.
It went so horribly she didn't bother attempting again for the evening, instead relying on a calm demeanor to guide the few people who showed up to class through the series of poses and holds, moving around and correcting posture here and there with a polite request. "May I touch you?"
When the same thing happened to her on Thursday night, Annie didn't even bother attempting to smile. She simple went straight in for what needed to be done.
Rescuing Kittens/Cats, Anywhere, Any Day
"Don't move." The seven month old kitten Annie was addressing mewled, ears tucked tight against its skull. Annie had no idea how this was supposed to improve Public Relations for anything, but being on call for "kitten rescue duty" in Heropa is turning out to be a joke.
For one, the first kitten she'd been called out for was actually a ball python named Kitten. Now that she was up a tree and carefully navigating the branches toward the scared animal, she could only sigh internally and hope this one didn't go for claws at her face like the last one.
Then again, maybe you're seeing her as she's talking with firemen in front of a drain on the street level, from which pathetic meows are emerging.
"Ms. Leonhart, as soon as you have the animal, call back to us and we'll haul you out with the ropes. This isn't one of the sewage pipes... most of what you find down there should be decaying plant life."
WHERE: Heropa, FL, Nonah, NC
WHEN: August 11th - August 15th
WHAT: Annie stops by the Animal Shelter in Heropa to see about volunteering; Annie heads by the Heropa school for testing out to various class levels; Annie surprise hosts yoga sessions on Weds & Thurs nights in Heropa and Nonah fitness gyms, respectively. Also any day of the week for kitten and cat rescue efforts.
WARNINGS: None right now!
NOTES: Tagging in prose or action brackets is fine! I'll match to how you tag in.
Annie stopped by the office of the Animal Shelter once it was open, talking with the man at the counter about volunteer opportunities. On some level, he seemed to accept that with school starting up the next week, it was possible that teenagers would be wanting to fill in extracurriculars with something like this. He found all the appropriate paperwork, stopping the woman who ran the volunteer program and discussing with her for a brief period of time.
Which was how Annie found herself on a tour of the facility, hearing the run down of how the shelter operated, and what sort of time investments were expected out of volunteers her age. She could be found by the kennels with the dogs, or, by the end, when the volunteer coordinator has had to answer questions back in the office, as the unintentional holder of one German Shepard mix another volunteer passed on to her while they helped chase down an escapee Fox Terrier bolting down for the thick foliage at the far end of the front yard.
She held on to the lead, looking toward the dog on the other end. The dog looked back. What was she supposed to say to a dog sitting there and panting politely as he waited for some sort of instruction?
"...Good boy?"
Annie had been studying all summer with various personal tutors among the imPorts, along with following guidelines out of books geared specifically toward the kind of testing she'd aimed to take in order to get placed into classes. Most of the information she's been cramming is going to fly right out of her head again after this is done, but her aims are focused, and even with the tumultuous events of recent weeks, from the summer camp, to the summer kidnapping fights, to her and Bertholdt and Reiner making their confession, she wouldn't be deterred from this.
If anything, it was helping keep her sane. Annie found the thought amusing in a dark way. She wasn't great at testing out on paper, but she had to be good enough to hit her aim here: testing into basic courses for a senior level education. Annie didn't want to be in highschool longer than she needed, following the structure of this society or not. That thought was enough to get her through the rounds of testing as arranged through the day, even when her pencil snapped in half right before the final mathematics test, leaving her looking surprised. She glanced around the room, hoping to find either tape or someone she could beg a pencil off of for the duration of the exam.
Afterward, she gathered her supplies, snapped pencil included, and headed out the door with her messenger bag in place. Down the hall, left around the far corner, another right... and she found herself alone. Annie stopped in the hall, the late afternoon light streaming in through the series of windows facing the back lot of the highschool. The geometric pattern of light that stretched out before her caught her attention, drawing her eyes, until she stepped to the side and leaned against the wall with a sigh. She wanted this to pay off. A day full of paper tests left her feeling more drained than a day of physical training and labor. All the complexities of feeling the weight of her decisions and the world of hurt she's caused on her shoulders gave her as much of a headache as this academic bullshit, but the one was infinitely easier to handle than the other.
She'd done school before. Handling the rest? No, that's new. If it meant she sagged against a wall for support and looked out the second floor windows of the Heropa highschool's back hallways without truly seeing anything in the oranges and yellows of sunset for a few minutes, it was what it was. No breaks, Annie. She'd be moving again soon enough.
Months of running through the same series of routines with instructors as their assistant and demonstration stooge, Annie didn't expect to arrive at her part time government granted job to hear, "You're running the Level One class tonight." That required talking to and corralling whoever dropped in, along with whatever regulars showed up, and it was nothing she wanted anything to do with.
But she swallowed that back, remembered something about being a model citizen, and wondered if that meant you couldn't claim a sore throat to get out of teaching a style of stretching and posturing she found both weird, and weirdly relaxing.
Which is how Annie ended up in front of a room of people with their yoga mats, yoga pants, and yoga attitudes, as a guest instructor. She breathed in, counted to ten, then attempted to smile.
It went so horribly she didn't bother attempting again for the evening, instead relying on a calm demeanor to guide the few people who showed up to class through the series of poses and holds, moving around and correcting posture here and there with a polite request. "May I touch you?"
When the same thing happened to her on Thursday night, Annie didn't even bother attempting to smile. She simple went straight in for what needed to be done.
"Don't move." The seven month old kitten Annie was addressing mewled, ears tucked tight against its skull. Annie had no idea how this was supposed to improve Public Relations for anything, but being on call for "kitten rescue duty" in Heropa is turning out to be a joke.
For one, the first kitten she'd been called out for was actually a ball python named Kitten. Now that she was up a tree and carefully navigating the branches toward the scared animal, she could only sigh internally and hope this one didn't go for claws at her face like the last one.
Then again, maybe you're seeing her as she's talking with firemen in front of a drain on the street level, from which pathetic meows are emerging.
"Ms. Leonhart, as soon as you have the animal, call back to us and we'll haul you out with the ropes. This isn't one of the sewage pipes... most of what you find down there should be decaying plant life."
animal shelter :
He wanted this dog and she was already padding along side him with her whip thin tail wagging and tongue lolling with and eagerness to please that made her quiver in the hot August afternoon. Levi was convinced that was all that really mattered as they hung back by the kennel run as the paperwork he needed to drop by this week until Ginger was officially his was being processed by some harried woman in a bright blue shirt signifying her as volunteer coordinator ran off and left him.
Levi had Ginger for a week and thought he would really care to have this animal shadowing him. When Annie crossed their paths being pulled along by another dog who went into a conniption, straining against its lead set off by Ginger did Levi hate his dog a little for not responding in tandem when her owner. Levi stared at Annie like she was a mile away, eyes two cold pinpoints like the dimming end of a tunnel where the lights of an oncoming train segmented. While Ginger did that thing all dogs with pitbull in them did and let her tongue hang out in clear facsimile of a wide, welcoming smile from where she sat at Levi's feet when he had come to a halt.
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The eight month old puppy found it a confusing enough exclamation to redirect his attention back up to her, sitting down and giving her a tilt of his head and a confused whine. He looked between Annie and Ginger, wanting to engage the other dog, but feeling the tension of his lead and not sure what that meant in the scheme of things. He didn't know Annie, but he didn't know the man with Ginger, either, and unknown people at this point in his life meant more possible friends.
Annie stepped in close, pulling the dog in against her leg. He leaned into her, panting and wagging his tail, ears perked forward and focused on Ginger. Annie would prefer to ignore Levi as a whole, but it wasn't recommended, given they were both in public.
"Beautiful dog," she said, settling on the truthful statement that didn't need to linger on Levi, or his thousand yard stare.
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Ginger licked his face while he cleaned the floor, hungry for her morning meal as she was attention starved. Levi made his coffee later thinking about lower intestines and shifters. It was good coffee and Levi didn't raise his voice when Ginger put her paws on his clean pants leg hitting him against his shin just over the ankle he shattered against the back of Annie's monstrous hand.
"Waiting for updated shot records," Levi doesn't say anything sharp to Annie as his mouth sets into a thin white line, neutral if a bit tense he doesn't feel a throb in his ankle. He doesn't feel a whole lot right now. Levi compartmentalizes.
When Levi snaps his fingers and points to the ground beside his feet the pitbull mix rolls onto her side, mouth panting wide like a smile. Her soft white belly is knotted with black scars peppering there and the silky red fur above her back legs. Levi gets on one knee and runs a hand over her exposed flank.
"Shelter said animal control found her trapped in concertina wire of some assholes junkyard of a property," Levi explain calmly as Ginger's amber eyes going heavy with pure content of being patted down locked out of the world of eager puppies and the glacial divide between the two humans hovering around her, "There is so much in this world and it's filled with people throwing out good things like trash."
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Shelters for lost animals. Shelters for lost people. The kindness paid to the dying, as long as the dying weren't considered people, too.
It isn't the cheeriest subject. It's one they can both identify too well.
"People don't seem to be aware of the worth of what they have." As a blanket statement, what she said could mean anything. It addresses Levi's statement in turn, of throwing out good things like they're worthless, but it's not just that, not just about this world and the things on it, or the people in it. Ginger suffers trauma by the self-absorbed nature of an owner who sees her as property. They all suffer at the perceptions and heavy-handedness of someone else.
The dog at her hip huffs, looking up to Annie and licking at her arm. She glances back down, blinking, and the puppy breaks eye contact, another wag of his tail on the cement before he leaned back into her and nuzzled at her knee, trying to scratch an itch on his muzzle. He still glances toward Ginger, how appealing it is to trot over and sniff noses, sniff rears, bow down and see if she'll engage in play, but the cues are all wrong, and he's getting bored of waiting.
"Not before damaging the damage is already done."
Her attention focuses on the dog, her hand traveling to the ruff of the puppy at her side. She digs her fingers in, a light touch, steadying before it turns into a petting motion that sets the puppy's tail thumping all over again.
"Who'll take care of her if you leave unexpectedly?"