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Post by Meadowlark on Nov 3, 2010 18:49:23 GMT -8
Ricky dodged through the main room of The Palace. He hated the looks he got from the other people working there, but really, how else was he supposed to get to the stairs? He'd found the cat he'd originally lifted the wallet from earlier and had been given a whole quarter for being such an upright young kit. Waiting until the other cat was out of sight before bursting out laughing had been hard, but he'd managed it. Now though he needed to check in with his other job. He had a momentary alteraction with the cat at the foot of the stairs, but managed to get past him and knocked on the door to Mr. Jones' office, pulling his hat off and running a paw over his messy headfur.
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Post by victoriousscarf on Nov 3, 2010 18:52:04 GMT -8
Jones looked up at the sound of a knock. His cigar had sadly been used up awhile ago, but he had replaced it when a tumbler at his elbow. "Come in," he called out.
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Post by Meadowlark on Nov 3, 2010 18:59:06 GMT -8
Ricky hesitated but opened the door, stepping in and closing it again behind him. "Evenin' sir."
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Post by victoriousscarf on Nov 3, 2010 19:08:01 GMT -8
Jones looked up to see one of his spies step in. "Ah," he said, waving a paw. "Mr... Mr. Logan correct?" He didn't care much for these ruffians he picked up off the street, but they could be helpful.
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Post by Meadowlark on Nov 3, 2010 19:14:07 GMT -8
The kit nodded, "Yessir." Cat, he wished he was just about anywhere else. He didn't fit here. Maybe Taradan's boss at the Chrysalis could use an errand boy. Though he doubted it.
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Post by victoriousscarf on Nov 3, 2010 19:28:31 GMT -8
Jones nodded and gestured for the other to some farther into the room and take a seat at the chair in front of his desk. "Since you're here, you have something for me?"
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Post by Meadowlark on Nov 3, 2010 19:31:09 GMT -8
Ricky nodded, coming over and setting the note on the desk before sitting in the chair. "Anythin' else y' need me to do, sir?"
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Post by victoriousscarf on Nov 3, 2010 19:40:24 GMT -8
Jones considered, taking a drink and then swirling the glass around in front of him. He glanced down at the note, quickly scanning the information before turning back to the kit in front of him. "Maybe," he said, still thinking. What he needed was something on Sonya damn Vlask, but he wasn't sure who was in the right position to do it. He frowned at his glass.
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Post by Meadowlark on Nov 3, 2010 19:44:26 GMT -8
Ricky's ears flickered uncertainly at that. "Kay..."
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Post by victoriousscarf on Nov 3, 2010 20:30:43 GMT -8
Jones glanced at the kit and frowned. "Can you get a message to Yew Street by eleven tonight?" he asked, voice clipped.
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Post by Meadowlark on Nov 3, 2010 20:34:41 GMT -8
"T' Yew Street? Yeah, I c'n do that."
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Post by victoriousscarf on Nov 3, 2010 20:41:09 GMT -8
Jones nodded and pulled a sheet of paper toward him, writing something quickly in his flowing script. Even his letters were fat.
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Post by Meadowlark on Nov 3, 2010 20:50:59 GMT -8
"Who does it need t' get to, sir?" Ricky asked quietly. Best to know than be late delivering it.
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Post by victoriousscarf on Nov 3, 2010 21:21:01 GMT -8
"The third house on Yew, 1546, the big blue one," Jones said, adding an extra flourish.
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Post by Meadowlark on Nov 3, 2010 21:24:23 GMT -8
"Alright, got it. Anythin' I need t' know 'bout after I drop off the message?"
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