The Never-Ending Tale

[Therin]

Yes. Tale. Not story. Story violates copyrights. Tale doesn't. I think.

Anyway. The premise: There isn't really a premise.
The rules: Don't to anything too incredibly random or off topic. This is to find out whether multiple people can write well as the same character.

The Beginning:

His name was Marcus. People who didn't know him often tried to call him Mac. But, as he invariably told them, he had a dog named Mac, and he would rather not get himself confused with his dog, thank you very much. He was six-foot seven, and built to fit. People looked up at him, but, as he would be the first to tell you, nobody really looked up to him. He simply wasn't role model material. This didn't bother Marcus. Nor did it bother Mac, who was as large in the dog world as his master was in the human one.
Mac didn't know what kind of dog he was, but, as you are probably aware, dogs don't generally worry about that sort of thing. Mac did know what kind of bone he liked (The huge beef leg bones), what sort of item he would rather play catch with (Frisbee. But a tennis ball or stick would do just as well once Mac had ascertained that there were no frisbees to be found), and which breed of dog he would rather associate with (The female one).
Marcus didn't know what city he lived in. It was simply the one he had grown up in. Had he been to a jungle in his life, it might have put him in mind of a great steel and concrete jungle. But he hadn't, so it put him in mind of what it was: A city. People often noticed this about Marcus. He was honest. Not out of any particular desire to be honest, but simply because he hadn't the imagination to be otherwise. Those he met were friendly to him, and he to them, but Marcus didn't really have any friends aside from Mac. And, by and large, this was accepted and approved of by all parties involved.

Now here is where I explain what's going on: My hope is that someone will pick this up where I have left off, and take it farther. And that then someone else will take it from there. And so on. But please. Make it well written. And above all, have fun.

[Ultrawolf]

It was just another day in the life of Marcus and Mac...at least as far as they knew. Marcus loved taking Mac on his daily walk to the nearby park. Mac generally didn't stray too far from Marcus, but all of a sudden Mac ran off leaving Marcus alone. Confused Marcus followed Mac's trail which led him to a part of the park he had never been in before. Generally Marcus stuck to his daily trail but he guessed Mac wanted to try something new so he followed.
And there, Marcus found something that would change his life forever. There was a young child huddled in the corner crying. Mac was licking him trying to cheer him up. 'That Mac, He's got a heart of gold' thought Marcus.
"Hey what's wrong kiddo?" Marcus asked. The boy continued to cry and Marcus noticed a photograph the boy held. The boy showed the photograph to Marcus. The picture portrayed an older boy standing next to the young boy who seemed so very happy.
Marcus asked the boy what his name was. The boy replied softly, "Ricky". Ricky sniffed and explained to Marcus that his older brother had passed away in a motorcycle accident. Ricky told Marcus that his brother was the only family he had ever known. Ricky's parents had died when he was too young to remember. Marcus remembered his own brother, Barry. Barry had died at an early age. The doctors had told his parents that Barry's kidney wasn't working right. They put him on a waiting list for a new one...but he never got it in time.
In that instant, Marcus decided to do everything in his power to make Ricky look forward to a bright future rather than back at a tragic past. He would act as an older brother to Ricky.

[Therin]

Having made his decision, and being one to stick to decisions he made, Marcus introduced himself to the boy, and introduced Mac before straightening to his full height and offering his hand to help the boy up. The boy hesitated, unsure of this hulking giant of a man who stood over him, but when Mac tackled and began licking the boy's face, all distrust was suddenly gone. Marcus laughed as he pulled Mac away to give the boy room to breathe, and then he offered his hand again.
Ricky took the hand and was lifted to his feet as easily as he himself would pick up a stray cat. He smiled tentatively up at the huge man beside him, whose waist was level with Ricky's nose. Marcus smiled back. It was a smile of such sincerity and kindness, such guileless honesty and caring, that Ricky could do naught but grin happily as Mac bounded around them, barking in his deep, thunderous bass at nothing in particular.
Marcus bent to pick up a large stick, and Mac suddenly froze, his floppy ears turned forward and all attention centered on the plaything in Marcus' hand. When Marcus offered it, Mac trotted casually forward far enough to sniff the stick, the hand that held it, the arm, the legs below the arm, the giggling child to the right of the legs, and, finally, the air in general. Having ritualistically determined the absence of the sacred Frisbee, Mac looked inquiringly up at Marcus, wondering whether the stick was to be thrown or fought over. Marcus drew back his arm. Mac tensed, ready for anything, fully prepared to take down and maul the offending stick when it tried to escape. Which it did. Marcus hurled it far across the park, and Mac took off after it in great, leaping bounds, to the amazed merriment of young Ricky.

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Again, anybody is allowed to add to this, if you want. Just as long as your grammar and punctuation are ok and your addition makes sense.

[Tobias]

Marcus and Rickey laughed as the huge canine lunged forward and went on after the stick. Marcus turned towards his new little friend, glancing into his eyes, seeing the sparkle of joy in his eyes. He knew that the boy had found hope. He just smiled even more, feeling a deep happiness being satisfied. He felt as if Barry was there again, but younger again. It was then that he felt the heat of the panting of Mac. Peering down, the huge dog only looked up, his deep dark eyes and his maddly fluttering tail only suggesting another throw, for time's sake. So Marcus pulled the stick hard, fighting against the dog for the stick. When he freed it, he handed it to Ricky. Grabbing the stick reluctantly, he stared at it, feeling a sense of overcoming joy. It was then that he pulled back and flung the stick as hard as possible, letting it soar over to the distant landing spot, where Mac was already in hot pursuit

[Therin]

A pair of binoculars rested in the hands of a dark-clothed man who stood atop a nearby building. There were many such vantage points around central park, and there was always a set of binoculars on at least one of them, monitoring someone's goings on. Currently, they were all filled. The park was crowded at this time of day, and thus the spying was quite productive. This particular pair of nocs was trained on the comings and goings of the huge dog, the stationary position of its huge owner, and, most importantly, the small child who had taken up residence in the big man's shadow.
One hand left the nocs and reached into an inner coat pocket to retrieve a cancer stick. This it stuck between expressionless lips before diving into the pocket again and returning dutifully with a lighter. The thumb flicked. The ligher flared. The mouth screamed, and the hand holding the lighter tossed the lighter away reflexively, while the other hand performed the same treatment on the nocs. The mouth cursed, and the hand that had until recently held the nocs waved about painfully in the air. Then the man in the dark clothes paused, and looked around for the nocs. Then he cursed some more, in wonderfully expressive Italian this time, and left his vantage point atop the building. His place was soon claimed by another dark-clothed man. He waved to a few more dark-clothed men who were waiting on the stairs. Then he left the building.