(Open) -- Disgusting Discovery

[abitabi12]

Eric, a small black and tan shorthaired Chihuahua wiggled it’s tiny body happily as his owner, Mari, reached down to pick up the slightly drool-covered bouncy ball he had proudly fetched from the depths of a patch of wildflowers. She tickled his ears and he yipped excitedly until she threw the ball into a swathe of grass, slightly dew-covered as it was still early morning. He bounded off, his little legs going as fast as they could to propel him into the green waves.

Mari smiled to herself and walked a short way down the path, her ponytail swaying slightly as she meandered towards the pond. She was dressed in a Juicy Couture hot pink tracksuit, teamed with some white sneakers and a heavy amount of makeup- she never left the house without her face immaculately turned out, as if every day was a cocktail party or a red carpet event.

She heard a tiny eruption from the bushes to her left as Eric appeared, minus his ball. He was excellent at finding his toys but mediocre at best when remembering to bring them back. She knelt down and clipped his black diamante leash to his matching collar and they walked side by side into the clearing and onto the wooden boardwalk and docks that surrounded this side of the pond. Eric loved to swim but the cold pond water would be too much for his little body to cope with, so a leash was a must.

Small boats and a few pedalos were tied up nearby and a few fishing tents dotted the far side of the pond. Water lapped at the dock quietly and some floating birds drifted slowly towards her and Eric. She walked to the end of a small pier jutting out into the pond where one solitary and well-maintained boat was tied and sat down with her legs hanging off the edge. The ducks honked at her for a minute or two until Eric yipped at them and they fled, their legs running quickly on the water until they built up enough momentum to spread their wings and fly. They crossed the pond quickly and settled once again on the water at the other side.

Mari thought that was all Eric was barking at but he persisted barking and tried flinging himself at the edge of the pier, struggling on the end of his leash. Mari pulled him back and picked him up despite his wriggling and protesting and she edged closer to where Eric was barking. Suddenly she could smell a putrid, rotting smell and saw a large refuse sack floating on the top of the water. She stepped back, her nose curled up and brought her hand to her mouth as her gag reflex tried to kick in.

“Ugh Eric, some idiot must’ve dropped some rubbish into the pond. How disgusting…” she spluttered, backing off down the deck. She placed the small pooch on the floor and leaned on a wooden post, trying to get some sweet air back into her lungs.

[Runey Marie Clark]

[/style][style=width:382; max-height:250; overflow:auto; border-left: 10px dashed #CE412F; text-align:justify; font-size:10; padding:5; background-color:F7F7F7; color:#9f9f9f;] MORNINGS HAD NEVER BEEN RUNEY'S STRONG SUIT. MAINLY BECAUSE SHE HAD THE HABIT OF DRINKING HER NIGHTS AWAY. WHETHER SHE WAS READY TO TAKE ON THE DAY OR NOT, SHE LIFTED HERSELF FROM HER MOTEL BED AND HEADED INTO THE BATHROOM TO CLEAN UP. IMMEDIATELY THE STENCH CAUGHT HER. SHE HAD BEEN THROWING UP THE NIGHT BEFORE. RUNEY WAS SURPRISED SHE WAS EVEN LIVELY ENOUGH TO MAKE IT TO THE BATHROOM. IT HADN'T BEEN A GOOD NIGHT. SHE FOUND THIS SMALL TOWN WAS RUINING HER FEEL GOOD VIBE.

SHE QUICKLY GRABBED HER STUFF AND HEADED TO THE KITCHENET SINK. IT WAS AS GOOD A PLACE AS ANY TO BRUSH YOUR TEETH, RIGHT? SHE WOULD JUST GET THE MAIDS TO DESTINK HER ROOM AND PROMISE THEM TOMORROW WON'T BE THE SAME THING. ALTHOUGH SHE KNEW IT LIKELY WOULD BE.

WHEN DONE WITH THAT SHE CHANGED OUT OF HER DIRTY CLOTHES AND INTO SOMETHING NEW. HER SIGNATURE BAGGY PANTS AND TANK TOP, SOMETHING SHE HAD GOTTEN IN THE HANG OF WEARING DESPITE THE GENERALLY WARM WEATHER IN LOCKHART. SHE WINCED AS SHE LOOKED OUT THE WINDOW, A SUDDEN HEADACHE NOW THAT THE SUN WAS UP AND SHINING. SHE GRABBED A PAIR OF SUNGLASSES FROM HER STASH ON THE COUNTER AND AN ENERGY DRINK FROM THE FRIDGE.

YEARS OF HANGOVERS HAD GIVEN HER TIME TO PERFECT HER ROUTINE. SHE KNEW FROM HIGH SCHOOL BIOLOGY THAT CAFFEINE NEVER HELPS HANG OVERS BECAUSE IT DOES THE SAME THING THE ALCOHOL DID--DEPRIVE YOUR BODY OF WATER. SHE KNEW BETTER THAN TO BE DEHYDRATED AN HUNGOVER.

SHE TOOK A BIG GULP AND LEFT THE ROOM, DECIDING TO FACE THE SUN AND MAYBE GO TO THE POND. ALTHOUGH SHE HATED TO SWIM AND SHE DIDN'T EVEN EAT FISH, BUT SHE LIKES THE POND. THE ONE PLACE IN THE TOWN SHE COULD GUARANTEE A FUN TIME. AND NOT HER USUAL PARTY FUN, BUT NORMAL FUN.

AS SHE ARRIVED, SHE NOTICED A TEENAGE AND A YAPPY DOG. GREAT, SHE THOUGHT. SHE ABSOLUTELY HATED DOGS, AND FRANKLY YOUNG PEOPLE. TRYING TO AVOID ANY EYE CONTACT, SHE WALKED PAST THE DOCK, ONLY TO BE MET BY A HORRID SMELL THAT WAS WORSE THAN THE BATHROOM SHE HAD AVOIDED. SHE TURNED TO SEE THE BAG AND THE GIRL GULPING FRESH AIR. SHE SMILED TO HERSELF AND THEN WALKED UP TO THE GIRL. "BIT OF A STINK, IS IT?" SHE SAID SARCASTICALLY, GRABBING A STICK ON THE GROUND AND HOOKING THE BAG, PULLING IT UP ONTO THE DOCK. "NOW WHAT COULD IT BE? ANY GUESSES?"

TAGGED:MARI - 421 WORDS

[abitabi12]

Eric started yapping again as soon as the stranger approached. His tail waggled excitedly as he noticed it wasn’t ‘quite’ as smelly as the thing in the pond, although it wasn’t as perfumed as his master. Mari looked up through her fake eyelashes and composed herself a little noticing she had company. ‘Ugh, who’s this,’ Mari thought, turning to face the stranger, ‘she looks like a -total- tramp”. She was constantly judging people on appearances and early in the morning was no exception. Baggy clothes weren’t something she’d be seen dead in unless she had a tragic redecorating accident – even then she’d probably beg the paramedics to dress her in something more befitting to see a young, single and attractive doctor save her life.

She decided that she’d do some idle chit-chat and then walk away before it got awkward but the girl walked straight past her towards -ugh- towards that. She took a few steps backwards as she watched the bag being picked up and grimaced as it made a splat noise on the dock. She looked at it as it oozed a brown putrid liquid and gagged again, this time finding it even more difficult to hold down the fruit salad that she’d had for breakfast. Eric appraised it with the same look of disgust- his little nose wrinkling slightly and his ears tipping back.

She didn't like the idea of seeing what was inside, but she wasn't going to let this girl have the satisfaction of laughing at her so stepped towards the pile of putridness and gingerly and took the stick off the girl. She grimaced while she poked at an open hole then managed to get the stick caught and pulled upwards, ripping the bag open. Out came a small torrent of water which ran across the dock and back into the pond and more of that vile smell. Her breakfast went over the side of the dock, to be pecked at by the ducks that had made their way, unnoticed, back to this side of the pond.

“What –is- that?! Was that some sort of dead animal in there?” She gestured with a hand at the bag, her other hand was still firmly gripping Eric’s lead which was all that was holding him back from investigating the contents himself.

[Runey Marie Clark]

[/style][style=width:382; max-height:250; overflow:auto; border-left: 10px dashed #CE412F; text-align:justify; font-size:10; padding:5; background-color:F7F7F7; color:#9f9f9f;]RUNEY MOVED BACK, MOTIONING FOR THE GIRL TO HAVE AT IT. SHE HADN'T JUDGED THE GIRL TO BE ONE TO OPEN A ODOROUS BAG. BETWEEN THE DOG, THE OUTFIT, AND THE OVERALL APPEARANCE SHE DIDN'T EXPECT THE BAG TO END UP OPEN.

ONE THING ALCOHOL ALWAYS DID TO RUNEY WAS ENHANCE HER SENSE OF SMELL, OR AT LEAST CHANGE IT. SHE GENERALLY AVOIDED BAD SMELLS. BUT SHE WAS DO EXCITED ABOUT SHOWING UP THIS GIRL THAT SHE HAD RISKED IT. SHE SLOWLY MADE HER WAY BACK TO THE LOCATION OF THE BAG, WHERE THE TRAIL OF IT'S CONTENTS LED BACK INTO THE WATER. AVOIDING THE THICK LOOKING LIQUID, SHE MOVED TO THE EDGE OR THE DOCK, HOLDING HER BREATH AND LEANING OVER.

SHE COULD FEEL HER DRINK COMING BACK UP, BUT SHE KNEW THERE WASN'T ENOUGH OF ANYTHING TO MAKE ANYTHING ACTUALLY HAPPEN. SHE WOULDN'T PUKE. SHE KNEW THAT MUCH. SHE HAD LEARNED TO CONTROL IT WHILE AWARE OVER THE YEARS.

WHATEVER IT WAS, IT FLOATED ON TOP OF THE WATER LIKE SOMETHING LIGHTER THAN IT. "ONLY IF SOMEONE PUT IT IN A BLENDER AND MADE AN ANIMAL MILKSHAKE." SHE SAID, AGAIN SARCASTICALLY. IF THE GIRL HAD BEEN LOOKING AT IF EVEN FOR A SPLIT SECOND SHE WOULD HAVE SEEN THAT THERE WERE NO CHUNKS, NO EVIDENCE OF IT PREVIOUSLY HAVING BEEN ALIVE.

OF COURSE, THAT LEFT THE QUESTION-- WHAT WAS IT? IF IT WASN'T AN ANIMAL, WHAT ELSE WOULD LET OFF THAT STENCH? MORE INVESTIGATION WAS NEEDED, BUT RUNEY WAS SURE SHE WOULDN'T BE SWIMMING IN THAT POND FOR A WHILE. "GOT ANYTHING ELSE?"

TAGGED:MARI - SORRY, SORT OF SHORT. :/