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Jinks didn’t volunteer, ever. Volunteering brought attention to her and that was something that needed to be avoided. Jinks kept her glare the whole time Mishka gloated and bragged. In the back of her mind she hoped the malamute would snap her neck when she landed, but of course she didn’t. Jinks looked down at her petite frame, her stomach was hard and sloped in and you could see her rips through her thick fur. Jinks had never thought of herself as pretty but she apparently was, at least that’s what the few males she had actually trusted in her life had told her. She remembered a certain male, who she never bothered to remember the name of, go on and on about the way her eyes seemed to change color in the sun and how her neck elegantly arched in a way that drove him crazy. Jinks brought her lips back at the thought, the memory, and the time she told him to buzz off and regretted speaking to him. For once he heard her actual voice he pretty much lost it. Jinks snorted, flushing away the memory. She hated being her size, dogs always judged her as weak and helpless. How she envied Mishka for her pure size, no one in their right minds would consider Mishka weak. Jinks glowered and looked over to Maxwell who was patiently waiting by the door.

Scarlett just laid back and allowed every dog try to take boss. Them she looked over at Jinks and kinda wanted to know what she was thinking. Each time she glared at Mishka. She slowly walked over to Jinks. "You must really hate her." She said sitting down next to Jinks and whispering in her ear. "Because you are making it very clear that you are." She said to her.

A dog that went by the name of Scarlett cautiously approached Jinks, as expected. Jinks listened to what she had to say and moved her gaze to the wall across from her, refusing to make eye contact with Scarlett. Jinks really didn’t want to engage in conversation at the moment, but found Scarlett’s observation interesting. Jinks kept her eyes glued to the wall imagining little deigns that weren’t there, a stupid habit of hers. The frigid temperature made Jinks’ coat bristle and she finally met Scarlett’s gaze. Thinking of anything to say, or of any action that’d show her feelings clearly seemed impossible. The question was unavoidable, so Jinks took a deep breath drawing in the razor sharp air and clearing her head “I’m,” Jinks looked for the right word, something that would leave the subject to stop “indifferent to whatever Mishka has to say or do” Jinks practically spit Mishka’s name, but her voice still like soft velvet, almost a whisper. She then heaved her light weight body to her feet and gracefully totted to the top of her crate.

OOC:// Psh, dead muse >.>
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"We could gnaw on it-" Mishka began suggesting before Color cut her off.

"No that'll ruin our teeth."

"Are you done?" she growled.

Color laid his ears back. "It's just common sense," he whispered to himself. Ignoring Mishka glaring at him, he looked at the lock. "But what can we use to bust it? We don't have human hands and biting it would probably break our teeth. I don't think we can use anything to break it... I don't know. Maybe using the window is our best shot," he said looking at Steven and Ember.

Mishka yawned with boredom. "Well then WHAT do you suggest we do smarty?"

Color shrugged. "I don't know. We're not humans, so how can we really break a lock made by them?"

Scarlett over heard what Color said and thought about the window. 'We have to get out of here.' She thought to herself. Then she approached the window. There was already a broken part in it and she just shoved herself into it getting it to brake some more. "There we go." She said.

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OOC:// Free_Wolf - There is no need to bump up this rp. It's active, but the members are not on everyday, so we are patiently waiting for them. And I would appreciate if you wrote more for this rp.

((Oh mai gawsh! Sorry guys! I was at camp for a week and there weren't any computers!! I'm so sorry this is late ): ))

Jinks kept her snout buried in her paws as she listened to each individual voice. Each of the dogs had an opinion, each wanted to be a leader. But in reality none were the leader. In fact, the Alpha here was most likely to be Maxwell. Jinks flickered her glance over to Maxwell, her snout still buried deep in her cat-like paws. She looked back at the cold floor in front of her, images of a lethal pack echoed in her thoughts. At the front of the pack an old Samoyed Maxwell, on his flank was Steven as Beta, he seemed to fit the personality type. Then Amber, Mishka, and Scarlett as Biders, mostly because Jinks new Mishka would never make it to Beta; as ambitious and she was. Then at the bottom was Color, timid Color. The type of dog that’d roll over on his stomach and tuck his tail first chance he got. But then where did Jinks fit? No where really, she didn’t plan on staying with this group of dogs. She planned on leaving as soon and Maxwell was out. She owed him that much.

OOC:// It's okay xD
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Seeing Scarlett jump out the window and hearing Ember's voice addressing them, Maxwell slowly rose to his feet and limped over to the window. He wasn't very caring for the thought of getting out the window, especially not in his condition where the task might prove to be difficult. He studied the window, and seeing how it was only really him and Jinks left in the room, it occurred to Maxwell that this was the only way. "Yes I think we can get out the window!" he barked. Turning his head to Jinks, he said to her, "The window is our only chance. Come on, let's get out of here." Maxwell went first, struggling to get his three good legs up onto the crate. He slipped off of it the first time, but a dramatic leap helped him to push himself up onto the crate.

Now was the tough part. Not so much of a runner anymore because of his leg, Maxwell wouldn't be able to run out the window as far as the others had done. Though older than the older dogs here, he was still going to try. He rushed for that window, leaped out of it, and landed hard in the snow, practically disappearing into it. He landed with an 'oof'.

Color whined, seeing Maxwell land as he did, and went over to him to see if he was alright. Relying more on his nose than his eyesight, Color found him out without trouble. He watched as the Samoyed coughed and hacked as he slowly rose to his paws. Color laid his ears back a bit."Are you alright Maxwell?" asked Color, not wanting the older dog to get anymore injured.

Maxwell nodded. "Yes yes I'm fine. Don't worry about me." Facing the window, he called out to Jinks, "The fall's as soft as a baby." He laughed a bit, knowing fully that she was a smart dog and would already know about the soft landing, but wanting to reassure. It's about as much as we can ask for nowadays, he thought to himself.