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Post by victoriousscarf on Dec 29, 2010 17:44:15 GMT -8
"I have no idea what you're talking about," Martin growled. "Now get your paw off of me or I will break it."
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Post by amanika on Dec 29, 2010 17:52:49 GMT -8
"I'd like t'see y'try!" Taradan growled back, still not quite letting go, "I ain't got time f'you sneaky gameplaying, so don't act like you ain't bin' passin' stuff on t'Zimmerman."
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Post by victoriousscarf on Dec 29, 2010 17:59:40 GMT -8
"To Zimmerman? Oh please, I only informed him of something you seemed to hardly be hiding. You don't want information to get around, keep a better hold of it," he said coldly, wrenching his shoulder out from under Logan's paw.
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Post by amanika on Dec 29, 2010 18:10:12 GMT -8
Taradan growled again, shoving slightly as Martin let go. "You ain't worth the energy. You're scum."
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Post by victoriousscarf on Dec 29, 2010 18:13:40 GMT -8
"Scum I may be, but at least I'm intelligent," Martin said, brushing his shoulder off. "Which is more than can be said for you."
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Post by amanika on Dec 29, 2010 18:28:19 GMT -8
"I'm intelligent enough t'know when you're playin' me f'a fool, " Taradan retorted, "I ain't gonna hit you, like I said, you ain't worth it."
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Post by victoriousscarf on Dec 29, 2010 18:34:34 GMT -8
Martin rolled his eyes. "A rock could figure that out, it hardly gives me any faith in your brain. Is your brother as smart as you? He must be, to be stupid enough to work for Jones."
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Post by amanika on Dec 29, 2010 18:41:24 GMT -8
"I suggest y'get out before I change my mind an' make you." Taradan spoke through gritted teeth."
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Post by victoriousscarf on Dec 29, 2010 18:50:33 GMT -8
"I had been leaving anyway," Martin informed him, still brushing off his shoulder with distaste. "Believe you me, there is nothing keeping me here."
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Post by amanika on Dec 29, 2010 18:56:24 GMT -8
"Good!" Taradan retorted, "An' don't think of comin' back, you're barred!
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Post by victoriousscarf on Dec 29, 2010 19:04:25 GMT -8
Martin sneered. "Have no fears on that account, I would never have returned if threatened with burning oil." Turning, he strode off into the night, shaking his head at the stupidity of other cats.
((Exit Martin))
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Post by amanika on Dec 29, 2010 19:10:28 GMT -8
Taradan growled as he watched Martin go, turning and slamming his fist none-too-gently into the doorframe when he was sure the other was out of sight. He skinned his knuckles, but felt a litle better for it.
[Thread End]
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