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Post by spiderbear on Jan 15, 2011 0:28:53 GMT -8
Bombalurina sighed, her green eyes roving the dusty pink sky, lit with mid-morning sun. Artisically, it was beautiful scenery. The picturesque lake and lush green grass made it a pleasant place to lose the day in, although for all her best efforts to photograph it, she couldn't quite capture the simplistic beauty of the park.
Shifting on the bench some, she allowed her paws to find the photographs in her lap, sifting through them. The scarlet queen eyed them critically - they just weren't working. The tree line seemed jagged and harsh, in comparison to its elegantly woven lines framed by the 9:00am sunlight touching its bark. Were she more of a sketcher, she would've been content simply to transfer the beauty held in her mind's eye to paper, but she wasn't, and her photos were failing hopelessly in harnessing the true essence of the park.
Bombalurina replaced the photos to her lap, letting them rest against her dark blue skirt, her blouse just dusting them with some of its colour.
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Post by Meadowlark on Jan 15, 2011 0:38:36 GMT -8
Mungojerrie made his way through the park to where he knew he had a chance of getting some work in this area. He didn't feel like going down to the docks today, but if he couldn't find work up here he might have to anyway. He paused as he saw the red queen. He'd spoken with her a couple times, she worked for the PI too he thought but couldn't quite recall.
After a moment's hesitation the torbie made his way over. "Hey."
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Post by spiderbear on Jan 15, 2011 0:42:23 GMT -8
Bombalurina perked at the address, turning to her side to meet a familiar looking tom - a mix of tabby and tortoiseshell by the looks - glancing down at her. Her mind raced, placing him suddenly in front of the hellmouth itself, Felidae Bank.
"Oh, uh, Hi." She smiled up at the tom from the bench, her green eyes roving his gently.
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Post by Meadowlark on Jan 15, 2011 0:48:09 GMT -8
He offered her a bit of a smile at that. "Was on my way through and thought you seemed familiar."
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Post by spiderbear on Jan 15, 2011 0:51:18 GMT -8
Her pretty face scanned his twice more, her ears perking gently in realisation.
"We met at the bank although- I think we informally work together." She half-smiled shyly, glancing down at the open bench space between them subconciously. "Jerrie, right?"
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Post by Meadowlark on Jan 15, 2011 0:53:16 GMT -8
So he had been right. "I...yeah. And I hate to say this, but with all the stuff that's been going on--holidays and all--I've forgotten y' name. Hate t' say that, 'specially when you could remember mine.."
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Post by spiderbear on Jan 15, 2011 0:58:03 GMT -8
"It's alright, I...only remember 'Jerrie'" She let out a small, almost sorry laugh, half-smiling again as she met his gaze. She outstretched one charcoal paw, shifting her scarlet legs to angle herself better on the bench, so she wasn't facing half-away from him. "Bombalurina...Bombalurina Piper."
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Post by Meadowlark on Jan 15, 2011 1:01:24 GMT -8
He grinned at that as he shook her paw. "Mungojerrie Wheeler. Good t' meet ya again, Bombalurina."
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Post by spiderbear on Jan 15, 2011 1:04:59 GMT -8
Bombalurina eyed his somewhat cheeky grin, gently aware of her weakness for bright smiles and broad shoulders, but she figured it was safe to say he would keep some distance - afterall, they were technically colleagues.
"Would you like to take a seat?" She glanced at the open bench, retracting her paw gently from his, feeling it would be far too impolite not to offer.
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Post by Meadowlark on Jan 15, 2011 1:08:16 GMT -8
He bit his lip, considering. He really ought to be drumming up work, but... "If y' don't mind."
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Post by spiderbear on Jan 15, 2011 1:16:17 GMT -8
"No, its fine." Bombalurina's gaze wandered down toward the scenery gently, merely enjoying it for what it was, but not opposed to company. Afterall, despite her misgivings with Toms, she didn't know many cats here; bar from work, or Tugger at the ball, and she was greatful for some companionship to clear her mind of thought.
Shifting herself to perch her feminine body on the bench, she allowed him enough room to sit, her lush tail flicking very lightly on the faded green hue of the bench wood.
"What are you doing out here so early anyway?" Bombi asked with some hesitation, but the least she could do was converse with someone she invited to sit with.
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Post by Meadowlark on Jan 15, 2011 1:20:06 GMT -8
Jerrie settled on the bench, tipping his hat back as he turned his gaze to the scenery. "It's not all that early, really. Lookin' for a bit of work t' do."
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Post by spiderbear on Jan 15, 2011 1:23:54 GMT -8
Bombalurina eyed him with some irony, half-smirking.
"He doesn't pay you too well either does he?" The 'He', obviously, being the loathesome P.I. himself, not of course her other boss, who she was greatful for.
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Post by Meadowlark on Jan 15, 2011 1:27:28 GMT -8
Jerrie grimaced, "No, but I only work part-time for 'im anyhow. I spend most a my time doin' odd-jobs."
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Post by spiderbear on Jan 15, 2011 1:34:11 GMT -8
"Well, at least you're pawsy." Bombalurina seemed to glance at her own in reference, "I work part time as his photographer, but I can't do much else." She shook her head. It was a white lie; she knew her voice lay dormant from when she had hung up the microphone, but she wasn't about to disclose that to just anyone - it was too raw and painful, and in that moment she remembered how toxic toms too, could be.
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