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Post by qualapec on Jan 19, 2011 23:46:58 GMT -8
Cain started whistling as his building came into sight, passing an alleyway as he did so.
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Post by victoriousscarf on Jan 20, 2011 0:08:54 GMT -8
Well, it was one of those "now or never moments." Macavity waited for the other to pass by the alley before springing out with his block, using his height and strength to bring it down, and then almost jumping back from the body as it fell, the cement falling next to it. He glanced at it and considered being sick.
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Post by qualapec on Jan 20, 2011 0:20:33 GMT -8
Brachen emerged from the shadows and strolled up to the body. Stopping and staring, he kicked it. He turned to Hollister. "Nice shot, kitten. To be honest, I wasn't expecting you to get it with the first shot." He hummed. "Now what do we do with the murder weapon?" He met the other cat's eyes like a teacher, challenging him with the question.
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Post by victoriousscarf on Jan 20, 2011 0:24:18 GMT -8
Mac took another step back, blinking rapidly at the body. "It's a piece of cement," he said. "Throw it in the middle of the river, or off the docks. Wash the blood off, and doesn't look inconspicuous."
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Post by qualapec on Jan 20, 2011 1:07:21 GMT -8
Brachen was pleased. It was a fairly easy test, but so far his pupil was passing with flying colors. "Yes. Gold stars all around."
still, he noticed the dumb expression on Hollister's face, stunned. He supposed he had to deal with this. Too many new cats couldn't stomach the first one, lost their taste for the sport too soon. "See that? It's a body. It used to be a cat, but isn't anymore. There is nothing remarkable about it." A long moment passed. "If it makes you feel any better, let me say this," he tried to keep the exasperation out of his voice, "you don't like gamblers, right? Well that tom gambled with his life and lost it. It's as simple as that. But you did good tonight. You have promise."
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Post by victoriousscarf on Jan 20, 2011 9:21:39 GMT -8
Mac finally turned his gaze back to the other tom. "So, we just leave the... body here, right? To look like an accident, just remove the rock?" He wasn't entirely sure the gambling thing was helping, but it was something. He leaned against the apartment building, finally deciding it was long past time for a cigarette and fumbling around in his pockets for one and the matches.
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Post by qualapec on Jan 20, 2011 11:09:27 GMT -8
Brachen nodded patiently, in the same manner he would with a slow child. He took out a sack from under his heavy black coat and held it open. "Here, put it in this. Don't want to get that red all over everything." Well, he didn't mind getting it all over everything, but other cats always seemed to take issue with it.
"Unless you want to keep it for your scrapbook or something." He was actually perfectly serious, as he still had a memento from the first cat he'd killed, but he tried to turn it into a joke since others generally liked to interpret it that way.
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Post by victoriousscarf on Jan 20, 2011 14:32:55 GMT -8
Macavity lit up the cigarette, taking a long drag before he reached down to pick up the block of cement, dropping it into the bag and taking it. "It's ta bi' for somethin' like that. Better ta drop it in the river."
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Post by qualapec on Jan 20, 2011 19:14:52 GMT -8
Brachen appreciated the ease with which Hollister replied. "Good. You know quite a bit; you pay attention to me. It's flattering. Now --- what did we learn tonight?"
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Post by victoriousscarf on Jan 20, 2011 19:18:22 GMT -8
Mac took another long drag of the cigarette, the bag held in his other paw. "Use the environment around you, element of surprise, how ta look like an accident, evidence," he listed off, pulling out the first things he could think of.
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Post by qualapec on Jan 20, 2011 19:49:25 GMT -8
"Wow, you can still function at a higher level. Congratulations, your first offing." Brachen spread his arms wide and cackled. "I say we go out for ice cream tomorrow to celebrate!"
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Post by victoriousscarf on Jan 20, 2011 19:55:36 GMT -8
Taking another long drag, Mac's eyes widened slightly and he shrugged. "Sure," he said finally. "Thinking coffee wouldn't go amiss at the moment though." Anything to sooth his nerves a little bit more.
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Post by qualapec on Jan 20, 2011 20:08:28 GMT -8
"My apartment isn't too far from here," Brachen offered. "I like good coffee and I promise that I'm not luring you back to my lair to vivisect you or anything."
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Post by victoriousscarf on Jan 20, 2011 20:54:55 GMT -8
Mac raised a brow at that. "I figured you would have done somethin' like that a lon' time ago, if you were goin' ta," he said, stuffing the cigarette out. "Coffee sounds... good."
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Post by qualapec on Jan 20, 2011 21:25:38 GMT -8
"I like the way you think. Too many toms are too afraid of me to function properly. Wherever do they get the idea that I'm scary?" Brachen started walking back to his building. It wasn't too far away, and the warm thrum of energy from the killings. It had been a busy night for him, but the urge in his head was quieted for the night. "That's good. A nice warm drink for a chilly night." He shook his head and knocked some of the snowflakes from his fur as he bounced up some steps to the door.
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