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Post by Meadowlark on Nov 9, 2010 14:52:57 GMT -8
Ricky whistled softly between his teeth as he darted up the stairs to the small apartment his family had. He'd sold all of his papers without trouble today and gotten money for delivering 'His Nibs' messages. It should be enough to help with rent and the like.
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Post by amanika on Nov 9, 2010 15:05:27 GMT -8
Taradan was just also making his way up the same stairwell when he heard a patter of feet maybe a flight above him. This building was useually busy with cats, but given the time of day, Taradan couldn't help but have a hunch about who the footsteps belonged to, and he hurried up the stairs, confirming his suspicion when he spotted his youngest brother slightly ahead.
"Hold up!"
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Post by Meadowlark on Nov 9, 2010 15:09:22 GMT -8
Ricky glanced over his shoulder, but didn't stop til he'd reached the landing for the right floor. "What're you doin' here?"
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Post by amanika on Nov 9, 2010 15:12:02 GMT -8
Taradan rolled his eyes, "How many times did I tell you yesterday I'd be over before work tonight?" he pulled open his coat a little, revealing the security guard uniform he was already wearing for his shift that night at the gas station.
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Post by Meadowlark on Nov 9, 2010 15:13:21 GMT -8
"Oh, right. Didn't really think y'd make it." He turned and started down the hall toward the family's rooms.
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Post by amanika on Nov 9, 2010 15:20:07 GMT -8
"Oi!" Taradan grabbed his brother's shoulder, "Where d'you think you're goin'? I got a bone t'pick with you."
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Post by Meadowlark on Nov 9, 2010 15:21:22 GMT -8
Ricky snarled, twisting to get away from his brother's grip. "'Ey! What th' hell?"
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Post by amanika on Nov 9, 2010 15:30:02 GMT -8
Satisfied Ricky wasn't going anywhere, Taradan leant down to his brother's height, meeting his eyes. "I thought I told you t'stay outta trouble?" Taradan's tone was deadly serious.
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Post by Meadowlark on Nov 9, 2010 15:30:45 GMT -8
"I am!" He exclaimed, frowning a bit. "I ain't picking pockets anymore."
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Post by amanika on Nov 9, 2010 15:32:53 GMT -8
"No," Taradan's voice was almost a growl, he was actually feeling somewhat angry with Ricky right now, "but I've bin' hearin' stories about the kind of cats you're doin' work for."
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Post by Meadowlark on Nov 9, 2010 15:33:50 GMT -8
The kit's ears went back, his eyes narrowing. "Whaddya mean?"
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Post by amanika on Nov 9, 2010 15:40:24 GMT -8
"You've bin' seen hangin' about The Palace. An' don't you dare pretend it ain't true, I'll knock you into next week if I think you're lyin' to me."
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Post by Meadowlark on Nov 9, 2010 15:42:15 GMT -8
"Sure I been hangin' round there. I work there!"
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Post by amanika on Nov 9, 2010 15:56:52 GMT -8
A growl did escape Taradan then,"Don't be smart with me!" he gave Ricky a none-too-gentle shake, "Do you 'ave any idea what you're gettin' yourself into?"
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Post by Meadowlark on Nov 9, 2010 15:59:36 GMT -8
Ricky growled. "I ain't doin' anything wrong!"
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