Run Boy Run (Open)

[daniel christopher johnson]

It was two in the afternoon. It was warm enough for him to be wearing shorts and a short sleeved T-Shirt. Daniel concentrated on his breathing and tried to keep it as even as possible. He’d been running for about 42 minutes now and there was no way he was slowing down now. To be able to keep himself healthy, he was going to have to keep active. There was only so much he could with the equipment at home. This town was small enough and there was little else for him to do other than run around it. He’d managed to run roughly three quarters of the way without stopping. But he was beginning to feel himself tire and he would soon need to have a rest. The fact was, where? He was currently in the streets and there didn’t seem to be any benches for quite a way. Dan continued to listen to his feet pound against the flat pavement, keeping his mind in tune with how fast his feet were going. He was pleased with himself. Despite the town’s size, Dan would’ve only kept going for half and hour before going back home. Each day he would’ve increased the time limit to see how far he could get. If he could get round the whole town in less than an hour he would move onto something else.

A couple more minutes past and Dan’s breathing became even more ragged. Soon enough, he slowed down to a gentle walk, not allowing himself to give up quite soon. He was pretty sure there were sweat patches underneath his arms as well as on his back. It wasn’t a nice feeling. Ignoring this feeling for now, Dan let his breathing even out, letting the adrenaline fill his limbs. He kept on forgetting how much of a nice feeling it was to have this running through his body. Especially since he was fit and healthy, it was an added bonus really. Making sure his breathing was roughly back to normal, he took off down the street again, increasing his pace over time. He didn’t care if he got tired out quicker than before, just as long as he got as far round as possible in an hour.

Coming to a complete stop a little while along the street, Dan bent over, one hand on his knee, the other on his side. “Cramp. Cramp.” He muttered to himself, breathing deeply. Maybe he’d pushed himself a bit too far this time. He reminded himself not to try this again. Leaning against a nearby wall, Dan let himself calm down, his chest heaving as his asthma started to clench at his chest. Oh how he loathed this thing. It made things unbearable sometimes. Even more of a reason why he should stay active; it helped make things easier with the asthma. He let himself rest for five minutes tops before standing straight and taking a look around. The street was virtually deserted apart from one or two people. He didn’t want to go home right now and it seemed like a good place to shape shift. He just needed to find a dark alley to change in. Walking for a minute or two, he eventually found one. Taking one last look around, Dan slipped down the dark passageway.

Letting himself relax like usual when he wanted to shape shift, Daniel focused on the image of his dog. He felt himself shimmer, tremble and then start to change. It was over in a few seconds yet didn’t stop him from grimacing in pain and grind his teeth together. Even after managing to shapeshift for quite a few years, the pain still got to him, no matter what the form was. Thankfully this was one of the few that hurt less than others, but hurt none the less. Dan sat there for a couple of seconds, letting himself grow used to the new body he was in, vaguely unaware that someone was watching him, despite his new sense.

[brent zachary mckinney]

[atrb=border, 0, true][atrb=style, background: #FAFAFA; border-left: #fbb90f 2px dashed; border-right: #fbb90f 2px dashed; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 5px; padding-left: 5px; padding-bottom: 0px] Maybe I was naughty once but now I'm 'nice'   Brent was still deciding on his plan of action for today. Leaning against the wall as he munched on a packet of Doritos wasn't exactly the most exciting thing in the world... and he couldn't. Keep. Still. Brent didn't want to go running like that dude over there but he just wanted to move and do something because that had to beat just standing around aimlessly. Actual exercise, especially running, and Brent just didn't work. He'd always been forced into PE shit when he was a kid but, no, he was not being reminded of those horrible times again. You simply had to take a look at the sweaty, almost dead-looking guy over there to see that running was dangerous. Besides, he was 248% sure that it would mess up his hair so that was another reason not to participate. And, gosh, was dead-looking guy actually dying now, or what? Half of Brent was finding this amusing, while the other half was rather concerned. People obviously didn't know what a bad thing running was. Okay, Brent had now decided that in order for him to be a good citizen he was going to have to follow after this guy to check if he was going to die or not. Clearly not to just satisfy his rapidly increasing curiosity. Pfft, like Brent would do something for a reason as stupid as that. When dead-looking guy turned down what appeared to be a narrow alleyway, Brent still followed. It would be the perfect place for dead-looking guy to die in peace, wouldn't it? Well, nobody was dying today, Brent was here to make sure of that. Except, dead-looking guy never did die. He turned into a dog. Ah, so he had to be a shape shifter like Brent's flatmate and ex-puppy - that made sense! Dead-looking guy turning into cute-looking dog was rather awesome, Brent had to admit. The sprite had always loved dogs. He couldn't explain why or how, but he just did. Well, the closest you would get to a proper explanation from Brent would most likely be a keysmash. That wasn't particularly useful though. "Awww," he couldn't hold back his squeals any longer, "You're the most adorable doggie in the world!" [/style]   TAG: tag here NOTES: :3 OUTFIT: clicky! template by kaykay of sp

[daniel christopher johnson]

It took him several seconds to be able to get used to the feel of the dog’s body, but Daniel got there in the end. However, he’d been so distracted with the new feel that he’d failed to realize that someone was behind him. Really he should’ve noticed, what with his senses enhanced and all. He nearly winced as the person practically squealed about the fact that he turned into a dog. Turning around, he let his eyes adjust to the light and take in the shape of the person who had spoke. Dan mentally slapped himself for forgetting about not letting anyone see him. Well there was no going back now. Once someone had seen him turn, there was little he could do to make them forget about it. Dan just hoped that whoever this was didn’t go blurting it around to everyone. The last thing he wanted was for everyone in the town to know he was a shape shifter. He stared at the male for a few more seconds, wondering how to proceed with this situation. Dan didn’t recognise the guy in front of him, so there was no way he’d know what Dan was really like.

Trotting over to the young male, Daniel hesitantly sniffed at him, being careful as to not sniff at his crotch. He didn’t want to make the young male feel awkward, though it would’ve been rather interesting to see his reaction. Once he had made sure he didn’t recognise the guy, Dan backed up a few paces before plopping his butt down, his tongue lolling out of his mouth. He made an attempt to smile at the guy, but how well it turned out, he wasn’t quite sure. Could dogs smile? In any case, he let out a small bark to show he wasn’t going to do anything harmful before getting up and walking out of the alleyway. He was getting tired of the darkness and combined with the light, it was hurting a tad. He didn’t wander far away from the male, only straying a couple of steps from him before sitting down again and barking. Dan wasn’t the liveliest of dogs in the world, but he had his moments.

He waited until he could see the male turn around before pacing over to him and circled around his legs. He wasn’t close enough to trip the guy over, but kept his tongue out and every so often looked up at him. Daniel was quite fond of getting attention when he was in an animal form. Though it really depended on what the person was like in the first place. But by changing into something like a dog, maybe a cat, he was bound to get a little and this guy clearly at a thing for dogs. He moved from around the guys legs to by his side, his tail wagging. He didn’t really have any plans for what to do really. Once Dan had turned into a dog, he would’ve had a little bit of a run about anyway, stretch his legs in a way. He was a bit rusty, but he always managed to get the hang of it sooner or later. Walking on four legs was much harder than he originally thought.