- Invitation Status
- Looking for partners
- Posting Speed
- Multiple posts per day
- 1-3 posts per day
- One post per day
- 1-3 posts per week
- One post per week
- Slow As Molasses
- Writing Levels
- Beginner
- Elementary
- Adaptable
- Preferred Character Gender
- Male
- Female
- Nonbinary
- Transgender
- Agender
- Primarily Prefer Male
- Primarily Nonbinary
- No Preferences
- Genres
- Modern/Supernatural, Fantasy, Modern, Horror, Magical, Mystery, Action Adventure, Scifi, Romance, Angst (but with happy endings)
Warren Booker pushes open the doors of Archway Animal Shelter, his bleach blond hair flopping over his eyes. His right eye is blind, and as he walks into the shelter, he accidentally bumps into the edge of the door due to lowered depth perception. He chuckles nervously and waves at the person behind the desk. "Hi. Uh . . . I'm here to adopt a dog."
Living alone in an apartment has started to get to him. Besides being more paranoid than normal, he's started to get lonely. A dog seems like a good pet to start with. He leans against the shelter's smooth tile walls, the chain necklace around his neck rattling as he glances over at a few nearby posters and cards on a bulletin board. He spots a Chihuahua on one of the cards and curls his lip.
He's not entirely sure what type of dog he wants, but one thing's for sure: it can't be small. He wants something that'll be able to protect him if need be.
Warren's brown eyes flick down as his phone vibrates in the pocket of his black cargo pants. He pulls it out, flashing the person behind the desk an apologetic smile before reading over a text. His jaw tightens. He's got another job offer.
It can wait for now. He clears his throat and looks back at the shelter worker. "Sorry. As I was saying, I'd like to adopt a dog, please. Have any big ones?"
Living alone in an apartment has started to get to him. Besides being more paranoid than normal, he's started to get lonely. A dog seems like a good pet to start with. He leans against the shelter's smooth tile walls, the chain necklace around his neck rattling as he glances over at a few nearby posters and cards on a bulletin board. He spots a Chihuahua on one of the cards and curls his lip.
He's not entirely sure what type of dog he wants, but one thing's for sure: it can't be small. He wants something that'll be able to protect him if need be.
Warren's brown eyes flick down as his phone vibrates in the pocket of his black cargo pants. He pulls it out, flashing the person behind the desk an apologetic smile before reading over a text. His jaw tightens. He's got another job offer.
It can wait for now. He clears his throat and looks back at the shelter worker. "Sorry. As I was saying, I'd like to adopt a dog, please. Have any big ones?"