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Post by victoriousscarf on Dec 26, 2010 20:57:59 GMT -8
Martin glanced around the alley, pulling his collar a little tighter around his neck as he nearly skidded over some snow. Bloody weather, blasted city, damn boss making him work so much on a ball that was the most ostentatious thing he had ever heard of. Approaching the club, his steps faltered slightly.
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Post by amanika on Dec 26, 2010 21:19:29 GMT -8
Taradan was leant against the wall by the club entrance, though out of sight from the street, arms folded, and the collar of his overcoat turned up against the cold. He watched Martin approaching, recognising the other cat, though he choose not to give an inidcation of familiarity.
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Post by victoriousscarf on Dec 26, 2010 21:23:28 GMT -8
Martin eyed the other tom. "I was unaware you had other jobs," he said blandly. "Playing guard?"
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Post by amanika on Dec 26, 2010 21:27:33 GMT -8
Taradan gritted his teeth at the sneer in the words. "That's coz it ain't none of your business." he said shortly.
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Post by victoriousscarf on Dec 26, 2010 21:50:10 GMT -8
Martin's eyes narrowed slightly. Everything was his business, didn't the damn tom know that yet? "Well," he said, the sneer only growing. "Do I need a passcode to get in inside or can you just let me in?"
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Post by amanika on Dec 27, 2010 4:42:16 GMT -8
"Y'can come in," Taradan's reply was gruff, "just don't give me no reason t'throw you out."
He was a different cat when working different jobs, admittedly, he might have responded with a little more respect if it had been someone like Macavity arriving, but as far as Taradan was concerned, he was in control here, and he was damn good at his job, he didn't have to be anymore polite to Martin than any other customer. The fact that he had been considerably less so had everything to do with Martin's own attitude.
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Post by victoriousscarf on Dec 27, 2010 11:07:40 GMT -8
Martin scowled at him, but did not say anything else as he breezed inside the club glancing around and freezing when he saw a cat sitting in the corner. Seriously? Was the world laughing at him?
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Post by Meadowlark on Dec 27, 2010 11:10:58 GMT -8
Coricopat's grey eyes scanned the speakeasy as his tail tapped lightly against the leg of his chair. He had his file out and was working on his claws as he listened to the band. He frowned very slightly as he saw Smith. Not in his haven, anywhere else he wouldn't mind dealing with the other cat--alright that was a lie, but still.
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Post by victoriousscarf on Dec 27, 2010 11:22:59 GMT -8
Martin almost sneered when he saw Zimmerman in his corner, and oh yes, with that damn nail file out. How lovely, did the man have any other hobbies or things to do with him time? Well, apparently if he was in a jazz club. He instantly moved the place into the category of not worth it clubs, since if it appealed to Zimmerman's taste, it must be terrible. He strolled over to the other cat anyway.
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Post by Meadowlark on Dec 27, 2010 17:00:44 GMT -8
Oh and now he was coming over. Wonderful. Cori returned his gaze to his claws, focusing on them, though his ears twitched in Martin's direction.
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Post by victoriousscarf on Dec 28, 2010 10:57:28 GMT -8
"Well, then, Zimmerman, whatever brought you here?" Martin asked, his voice relatively pleasant.
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Post by Meadowlark on Dec 28, 2010 13:53:00 GMT -8
Cori finished with the claw he was filing before responding. "I don't see how that's your business, Smith. And yourself?"
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Post by victoriousscarf on Dec 28, 2010 15:47:16 GMT -8
"You hardly get an answer without giving one," Martin informed him, sitting down, eying the nail file.
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Post by Meadowlark on Dec 28, 2010 16:17:15 GMT -8
"I did give you one, just not the one you wanted to hear." Came the reply.
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Post by victoriousscarf on Dec 28, 2010 16:48:41 GMT -8
"An informative answer for an informative answer then."
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