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Post by victoriousscarf on Dec 9, 2010 20:12:41 GMT -8
Jones did not watch him go, already thinking about the rival he was supposed to have.
((Exit Jones))
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Post by Meadowlark on Dec 10, 2010 23:16:04 GMT -8
Ricky finally reached the main floor, pausing in the shadows of the stairs as he surveyed the room. Probably best to just dodge out of there the same way he'd come in. Not like there was anything else for him to do there.
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Post by havlockvhett on Dec 11, 2010 1:12:23 GMT -8
Having been tactfully dismissed for Jones to have a conversation with one of his, seemingly numerous, employees, Franz had taken the opportunity to run downstairs and grab a bite. Saint that he was, the bartender even brewed him up a decent cuppa.
Having waited out the limit of his short patience he tried to amble back up to Jones' office in a dignified sort of fashion. What he managed was more of a restrained charge, one that was arrested abruptly when he spotted a cat lurking in the shadows. Franz tensed, wanting to go for his gun but holding himself down to baring his teeth. Surprises like this made his trigger finger itchy. Nobody slunk in shadows around a speakeasy for any good reason.
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Post by Meadowlark on Dec 11, 2010 1:16:09 GMT -8
Ricky eyed the tall cat warily, his tail thrashing agitatedly for a minute, his own lip curling back very slightly. The kit seriously considered stepping aside to let the older tom past but didn't actually feel like it, opting to stay where he was.
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Post by havlockvhett on Dec 11, 2010 1:22:59 GMT -8
It wasn't even a cat, just tiny, uppity little kit. The itch in his trigger finger didn't go away. Franz hissed, drawing himself up to his full height and looking down his nose at the stranger. "And what are you doing skulking about?"
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Post by Meadowlark on Dec 11, 2010 1:24:47 GMT -8
The sensible part of his brain--the part that had told him to step aside initially--suggested answering the question and moving, and was ignored again. "Ain't none a your business."
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Post by havlockvhett on Dec 11, 2010 1:31:49 GMT -8
Franz slipped the single button of his jacket loose and snapped his shoulder holster's case open with his bad hand, making the motions slow and menacingly deliberate. "I beg to differ." Sure, he could pull on his new job or flash his badge, but if he couldn't squeeze some respect for a kit on his own any hope of a fledgling reputation in this town would be shot.
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Post by Meadowlark on Dec 11, 2010 1:34:01 GMT -8
Ricky's ears went back at that and a growl thrummed in his throat, but he actually did listen--at least partially--to that quiet voice telling him to back down. "I was up to give 'im some info." He still didn't move.
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Post by havlockvhett on Dec 11, 2010 1:41:07 GMT -8
Franz remained unimpressed and on guard, fingers hooked in a holster strap. "If you work for the boss then why are you pussyfooting around?" Dominance had been established, it was a good point to introduce rank hierarchy.
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Post by Meadowlark on Dec 11, 2010 1:44:34 GMT -8
"Oh like hell I'm gonna just waltz out inta th' main room wit'out seein' who I should avoid so's I don't get a kick on my way outta th' door." The kit's voice was somewhere between snapping, growling, and borderline patronizing.
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Post by havlockvhett on Dec 11, 2010 1:55:36 GMT -8
The kit's accent was as grating as it was difficult to parse, almost as bad as those damn Welsh hussairs. "Watch your mouth." Franz sneered. "And why exactly are you avoiding your fellow employees? That is, if you aren't running me on a total lark about that." He was trying to decide whether to make a grab for the kit and drag him into Jones' office, both to make sure his new employer was indeed still breathing and to get some verification. But this was one of his only good suits and if the little heathen scratched it up he was screwed. Maybe just wait him out, fish a little.
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Post by Meadowlark on Dec 11, 2010 1:59:50 GMT -8
"Oh for Bast's sake, even my mother c'n handle language like that." The kit snorted. "As t' my 'fellow employees'" He managed a passable mockery of Franz's tone, "I don't work 'ere I run errands an' in case y' ain't looked around, I don' exactly fit in 'ere."
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Post by havlockvhett on Dec 11, 2010 2:13:32 GMT -8
A horrible screech, like a gasket whining just before the pop echoed eerily in the hallway. A snarl worked its' way through his grinding teeth. "Street rats don't belong anywhere but the gutter they crawled out of."
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Post by Meadowlark on Dec 11, 2010 2:17:34 GMT -8
The kit snarled, his eyes fixed on the older cat, watching for any sign that he'd need to move quickly out of range. "Guess you'd know wouldn't ya?"
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Post by havlockvhett on Dec 11, 2010 2:26:48 GMT -8
Franz stepped forward, crowding the smaller cat and reducing his avenues of escape. "You trying to get your skull rattled loose?"
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