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Post by victoriousscarf on Dec 5, 2010 22:30:26 GMT -8
Macavity's leg gave out about five blocks down from where the original shoot out happened. He at least managed to drag himself into a small alley, near what looked like some apartment buildings, hunching down, his coat drawn up around him, and god only knows where his hat went.
He cursed under his breath, and checked his gun, making sure it was still loaded. Sonofabitch idiot that was running the operation, he should have been able to see that coming. After several minutes he tried to stand and found him couldn't. Really, by then he should have been able to work through any amount of pain, but his leg actually refused to support any weight anymore. His ear was also grazed and he thought his arm might be bleeding, though he had no idea why.
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Post by Meadowlark on Dec 5, 2010 22:36:39 GMT -8
Doc Cohen was on his way home from a late shift at the hospital. It was still an adjustment, being back in the states and working in a civilian hospital. Sleep was intermittent at best, but at least he wasn't on-call. He had pretty regular hours, now if fewer cats would get themselves shot in this town...
He growled under his breath, muttering in a mixture of Russian and Yiddish about idiots who can't be satisfied with the death overseas it was necessary here as well. He dug the keys for his apartment building out of his pocket and slipped through the alley next to it, faster this way and he really just wanted to get into his rooms and attempt to sleep again.
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Post by victoriousscarf on Dec 5, 2010 22:37:58 GMT -8
Mac's head whipped around at the sound of someone approaching and he had his gun pointed at them before he registered anything about them.
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Post by Meadowlark on Dec 5, 2010 22:43:09 GMT -8
The Russian Blue saw the motion and paused, light from the streetlamp at the end of the alley catching the barrel of the gun. "Hold there. I am just passing through." Though the angle of...wonderful, the other cat was injured. He really should just try and get to his apartment. The idiot got himself shot and he was some other cat's problem. On the other paw, he could have simply been caught in the crossfi--Doc shook his head slightly at that. Carrying a gun? Who was he trying to kid? The other cat in the alley probably caused a good deal of the crossfire.
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Post by victoriousscarf on Dec 5, 2010 22:48:24 GMT -8
Macavity blinked at the sound of that voice. It sounded familiar, why would it sound...? He tilted his head, considering the other cat. He tried to push himself up, using the wall as a support and failed, hissing, though he lowered the gun for the most part, though it was still head in his paw, if not pointed at the other's heart anymore. "Just passing through?" he laughed. "In this town?"
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Post by Meadowlark on Dec 5, 2010 22:49:39 GMT -8
Doc's eyes narrowed, a legitimate question he supposed, but nonetheless he didn't appreciate it. "Da, to home."
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Post by victoriousscarf on Dec 5, 2010 22:54:17 GMT -8
Mac blinked rapidly at that. Da? Russian accent, same build, he looked somewhat silvery in this light...? There was no way... "Doctor Cohen?" he asked somewhat softly, remembering him from all those years ago when he had tried to carry his little brother all the way to the hospital.
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Post by Meadowlark on Dec 5, 2010 22:58:04 GMT -8
The Russian Jew froze, his posture growing wary. He still couldn't make out much of the other cat, mostly just a profile. "Who wants to know?"
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Post by victoriousscarf on Dec 5, 2010 23:01:48 GMT -8
Mac shook his head, laughing slightly. "I don't think I ever did tell you my name," he muttered. "But Macavity Hollister. You... treated my brother years ago." He still didn't fully lower the gun.
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Post by Meadowlark on Dec 5, 2010 23:03:44 GMT -8
That didn't help much. He'd treated a lot of cats...wait... "Hollister? The kit with the wounds from a bottle...yes?" Perhaps he did remember this cat.
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Post by victoriousscarf on Dec 5, 2010 23:12:14 GMT -8
Mac nodded, realized it was dark enough that the other probably couldn't even see him, and said, "Yeah. That was him." His tail curled and uncurled behind him. God, he hurt. But he could barely move at that point so there wasn't much he could do about it.
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Post by Meadowlark on Dec 5, 2010 23:14:30 GMT -8
Yes, he remembered the other cat now. He took a couple careful steps forward. "You are injured." There was no question of that, considering the cat hadn't moved more than to lower the gun a bit since Doc had first seen him.
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Post by victoriousscarf on Dec 5, 2010 23:18:16 GMT -8
"Yeah," Mac said and wished he could lie about it. "But I..." he wanted to be able to say he was fine but he couldn't even stand.
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Post by Meadowlark on Dec 5, 2010 23:25:05 GMT -8
Eto prekrasno. Figures his conscience was working tonight. "I live just around the corner. If you lean on me do you think you can make it there?" Of course he lived up two flights of stairs as well, but they'd deal with that when and if they got there.
Eto prekrasno = that's wonderful
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Post by victoriousscarf on Dec 5, 2010 23:28:11 GMT -8
Gaping at him, Mac looked him up and down. He stood quite a bit higher than the other after all, and probably weighed quite a bit more as well. But on the other paw, he would prefer to neither bleed out or freeze to death that night, and snow had already fallen that day. He sighed. "Perhaps," he said and realized that sounded highly ungrateful. "I should be able to manage it."
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