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Post by Meadowlark on Dec 23, 2010 22:37:59 GMT -8
Munkustrap Hollister entered the Demoniaque, his shoes clicking on the marble tiles of the foyer. The words from the bank echoing in his head. Paid in full. Accompanied by a note from his brother. He needed to see his brother, he wasn't thrilled about it, but nonetheless. His blue eyes flickered about, taking in the ornate decoration, the hotel decked out for the holidays. He drew his overcoat a bit tighter around himself, feeling out of place. The worn fabric on the coat was certainly not suited to this particular part of town.
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Post by victoriousscarf on Dec 23, 2010 22:49:55 GMT -8
Martin glanced up and then back down, looking up again as he noticed the silver tabby. "You there," he called out as the other passes near his desk. "May I inquire as to what your business here is?"
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Post by Meadowlark on Dec 23, 2010 22:51:24 GMT -8
Munkustrap paused, turning to look at the desk clerk, one eyebrow arching. "I'm here to see Macavity Hollister."
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Post by victoriousscarf on Dec 23, 2010 22:55:56 GMT -8
Martin arched a brow. "And do you have an appointment?" he asked, voice dry.
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Post by Meadowlark on Dec 23, 2010 22:57:40 GMT -8
Munkustrap's blue eyes narrowed slightly. "I do. To discuss the matter of payment of a debt." He lied smoothly, his courtroom habits making it easy to do so.
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Post by victoriousscarf on Dec 23, 2010 23:03:22 GMT -8
Martin's brow arched even higher. "If you're sure. He should be up in his office on the second floor. Though, I should warn you, if you don't have an appointment it won't be my fault if you get kicked out on your tail."
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Post by Meadowlark on Dec 23, 2010 23:05:50 GMT -8
The silver tabby offered a slight inclination of his head. "I'll take that into consideration." He moved away, up the stairs to the second floor, locating his brother's office.
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Post by victoriousscarf on Dec 23, 2010 23:11:17 GMT -8
Martin watched him go, adjusting his glasses slightly. He felt there had been something familiar about the cat, but could not place it.
Mac was humming to himself as he paced the small office, fiddling with a pen as he considered, paperwork strewn across his desk.
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Post by Meadowlark on Dec 23, 2010 23:14:11 GMT -8
Munkus finally reached the office, knocking lightly.
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Post by victoriousscarf on Dec 23, 2010 23:17:29 GMT -8
Mac paused, ears twitching at the sound of the knock. Damn, he had been absorbed in thought. He stepped behind his desk, sliding into the chair. "Enter," he called out.
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Post by Meadowlark on Dec 23, 2010 23:19:06 GMT -8
The younger tom opened the door, stepping inside and closing it again behind him. "Afternoon, Macavity."
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Post by victoriousscarf on Dec 23, 2010 23:27:38 GMT -8
Mac's eyebrows rose at the appearance of his middle brother. "Afternoon, 'Straps. What do I owe this to?"
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Post by Meadowlark on Dec 23, 2010 23:28:40 GMT -8
The tabby seemed to hesitate, mentally willing himself to speak. "I wanted to thank you."
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Post by victoriousscarf on Dec 23, 2010 23:31:03 GMT -8
Mac raised a brow at that, leaning back in his chair and finishing around for his cigarettes. "Oh?"
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Post by Meadowlark on Dec 23, 2010 23:32:37 GMT -8
Munkus glanced around, considering taking a seat, but not really planning to stay long. "I went to pay the mortgage this morning."
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