A Pet Project (Lata Paine X Jalene)

[LataPaine]

Kitten has been trying to avoid humans ever since she escaped from the laboratory, but she quickly found that she doesn't have the instincts or the experience to hunt out in the wild. Every so often, she would wander into a town at night and dig through dumpsters and trashcans while searching for anything she can eat. After getting her fill, she would just return to the woods.

It is currently late at night and she is out searching for food once again, crawling low to the ground while letting her blue eyes scan the area to make sure there aren't anyone around. She soon found a large dumpster next to a build and crawls over to it, sniffling rapidly at the foul air before standing on her back legs and bringing her hands to the side before looking inside. She soon climbs inside, rustling through the bags while searching for something to eat.

 

[Jalene]

He peered around the corner, pushing the glasses up on his blunt muzzle. He shivered in the cold, his thin body trembling, despite the heavy trenchcoat draped around his shoulders. He watched eager as the slim figure crept out of the darkness and carefully up to the dumpster. He'd been watching for weeks, noting how often she seemed to come into town to steal from the dumpsters, noting where she visited, and finally, all the patience and perseverance had paid off. He crept quietly up to the metal container, worn sneakers making little to no sound on the concerete of the alleyway. Carefully, he reached up to the heavy rubber lid that was propped up against the wall, hesitating for just a moment before he brought it crashing down, quickly slamming the padlock gripped tight in his paw through the locking bar that could be used to secure them against theft.

 

[LataPaine]

Kitten continues sniffling through the foul stench, searching for anything that could smell remotely fresh so that she wouldn’t have to eat anything rotten. Her large ears twitch to the slightest sounds she hears close by, stopping for a moment to listen carefully, but then returns to her searching as she pushes through bags after bags of filth and garbage. She begins to feel a little frustrated as she feels her stomach rumbling, feeling quite hungry since she hasn’t eaten in over a day. The streets were busier than usual and she barely got a chance to scrounge around for something to eat.

Distracted with the sounds of cans and bottles, she barely notices the male anthro coming up to the garbage dumpster, but then her hears twitch his sounds. Looking up with wide eyes, she suddenly sees the lid being brought down. She screeches as the sound of the slamming lid echoes in the dumpster, hurting her ears as cowers into a corner. She breathes heavily and rapidly as she sits in the dark, letting her eyes look around rapidly at the ceiling above her. She begins to whimper and move, standing on her back legs before reaching up and starting to scratch at the locked lid.

She meows loudly and tries using her hands to push up on the lid, starting to feel claustrophobic as she begins breathing in heavily and deeply. She begins to panic and beat harder against the lid, having some flash backs of being trapped in a very small cage back at the lab. After a few minutes, she finally stops and curls into a ball in the corner of the dumpster, trembling and whimpering while tears flows from her blue eyes.

 

[Jalene]

He stood there, frozen, hands resting on the dumpster, feeling the scrabbling and the scraping, the meowing, all the noises of her struggle. He glanced around fearfully, waiting for all the commotion to die down. When she was still, he unlocked the wheels of the dumpster and wheeled it around, pushing it through a series of dark alleyways to reach the darkened rear entrance to his warehouse. It wasn't really his, per say, but the company that owned it had gone under, and it had been abandoned for years. Perfect for a place to stay for the kind of introvert he was, perfect for what he had planned for her.

He wheeled it into through the large roll up door, shutting and locking it behind him. He quickly pushed it over near the scavenged workbench, putting the hand drill he'd found to work at the bottom corner of the bin, metal scraping on metal for a few long moments as he burrowed a hole down near the bottom of the container. Tugging the drill free, he replaced the bit with a length of rubber hose, quickly pushing it through the small opening and turning the nozzle on the gas tank. He'd stolen it from the back of an ambulance some weeks ago, when he'd first hatched his plan. The anesthetic gas quickly filled the small container, with the scrawny feline twisting the nozzle back off once he was sure enough of the gas had flooded through the dumpster.

 

[Jalene]

(I'm going to be out for a few days, just wanted to let you know)