- It's just another day (Ricky/maddie)

[anthony DAI JAGIELSKI]

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,background-color: #FFFFFF; width: 400px; padding: 20px; border-left: 1px dotted #4D4D4D; border-right: 1px dotted #4D4D4D; text-align: justify; font-family: arial; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 90%; text-transform: lowercase;] Being out of the Juvenile center was good, there was no point trying to deny that. However, the fact that he still needed to do some service was not the best thing ever. Eyes looking around the place while he tried to make up his mind on how exactly he felt about working at the animal shelter. Granted whether he liked it or not made no difference because he needed to do it and by the end of the day it was a hundred times better to be here than to pick up trash at the highway or whatever it is that they would have put him to do. At least at the animal shelter he was able to keep himself busy in a way that wasn't so terrible. Anthony wasn't exactly one to stand in front of the cages and make funny faces at the dogs, cats and whatnot, or to speak to them in a baby voice. No, you might never see him doing something like that. However, he did had a sort of soft spot for animals, if not he would have never taken Moon into his life. That cat had showed up one day and he had learned to love the little fella. Sure the cat came and went as it pleased, people might say that he is his cat, but he knows better. Moon is a stray cat, he would never be fully his, nor he wants him too. Anthony likes the idea of the cat being free but choosing to come visit him, it mean they had some sort of connection. But he was getting off track, he had been thinking on whether he liked working here or not. Yes, the answer had to be yes, people tended to give him his space, he was good at what he did and the company was nice most of the time. His brown eyes moved around the room once more, looking at some spots in particular until he finally decided to be productive or something. His feet began to drag him away from the spot he had been taken for the last ten minutes, it was time to do something. "I am taking Orion to shower him! I could use some help!" Anthony called out as he moved to a cage and took out a dog that was called Orion. The dog was mix between a Labrador and a husky, that was his best guess. His hand took the leash and he guided the dog to the back where they showered the dogs and cats. He looked around, setting the dog inside and then taking off the leash. Despite the fact that the dog was rather big, he was one of the most calm and docile dogs he had even come across with. Anthony moved to roll up his sleeves. Usually the guy was quiet and silent, but since people were not close him he decided to be slightly louder than he usually was and let the know that if anyone had some free time than he would appreciate the help. Sure he could do it on his own but it would just be quicker if someone was kind enough to lend him a hand. Anthony was not sure if anyone would actually show up, they all had things to do here and there and he was by no means demanding anyone help, it would just be easier and quicker if he had an extra pair of hands. His feet took him around the room, grabbing some shampoo, a brush, then some towels. Finally he set it all on the small table next to tub like thing where they washed the dogs. He didn't say anything as he began to run a hand across the dog's back, Orion might be nice but he tended to tense up when he was about to be showered, so call him a softy but he tended to try and calm him down from time to time. His eyes moved to look down at the dog, who in returned moved his head up to look back at him. His tail began to wag, causing Anthony to nod as he saw that was the green light to move on. Anthony Dai Jagielski, the though guy from Brooklyn who had just gotten out of Juvenile for beating the hell up of a rich kid at Manchester. Yeah, now here he was washing a dog at the local animal shelter. Funny how life works. Anthony wasn't a person to start fights, although some people might look at him that way after what happened; adding the fact that he is a silent guy and you have an instant recipe for people to talk endless ly and assume they are right since he won't take the trouble to correct them. They were entitled to think what they pleased as long as they will leave him alone to his own devices. There was no desire in Anthony's mind to fit in with the douchbags he had encountered at Manchester; nor the local brats that seem to file up there as well. Anthony was fine, he was just going through his final year, finally a Senior, finally ready to leave that school and do what he pleases. Not that he didn't have any friends, oh he did, he just didn't went around like a little social butterfly. Friends needed to be important, to have your back when needed no matter what; and he was sure most of those kids would stab the other on the back just to climb higher in their little game of thrones. Why was he even thinking about it? He rolled his eyes and moved to continue petting the dog until he was certain that it was in fact calm. Then he grabbed the hose, checking the water temperature. Apparently no one had time to come help, not that he was surprised, so he decided it might be best to just start on his own. Since he was apparently going to finish it alone as well.

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