Trash Cans and Alleyways(Open)

[Kai]

Jishin

"How did I end up here?" the young pitbull mumbled to himself as he turned into an alleyway. He had been traveling up and down the city in search of an exit; but seeing how he was still in the city, the poor dog was lost. Jishin's stomach growled with anger, it had been a few days since he had fed the thing and now it was complaining up a storm. With a small growl, he turned slightly and looked at his stomach but before he could speak, he crashed into a tin can of trash. The bin fumbled over and landed with a load 'THUD' making Jishin wince.

"Just great," he muttered, narrowing his navy blue eyes. He stood up and looked around, hoping not to attract the attention of a human. The male didn't know why he feared humans, but he did to the point of hating them. It must be because of my nightmares... he thought as relief flooded him as no human appeared. Yes, Jishin was plagued with nightmares almost every night; the only reason he could think of was that t had to do with his past. Hs unknown past. He had no memory of his past but over the months he had managed to peace together one thing: He watched his mother die.

He sighed and looked to the trash that was split into the alley; his stomach lurched at the sight of a half eaten hotdog. Without thinking, he dove for it and gulped it down and then went head first into the trash can to see if there was anything else that was good to eat.

[Montgomery]

Scar a.k.a. Frank

Lord knows how long Scar had been curled up behind all the garbage cans and sacks of garbage. He was just waking up when he heard some dog mutter in the alley he was asleep in. Without thinking he hopped out and turned to see who was there. The blurry figure of the pitbull was intimidating, but Scar didn't show fear or aggression. He merely tilted his head when the dog lunged and ate the old hot dog.

"...Gross...C'mon kid...Let's go get you some food...Don't eat that shit...It's just nasty..." The scarred up German Shepard offered a warm smile as he padded towards him. "My name is..." He paused. What was his name? He never remembered what he was called before the big incident. All he could remember is that other dogs and people called him Scar, or Frankenstein. The dogs he killed called him Zombie, just because he never seemed to die.

"My name...is...erm...is Frank...What's your name?" ::Smooth...good idea for a name last minute...::