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Post by victoriousscarf on Mar 9, 2011 20:09:45 GMT -8
Leaning against his desk, Martin tried not to smirk too hard as he watched the small crew of cleaning cat shuffle around the front steps of the hotel. It was still early in the morning, and the hotel would not be seeing their busiest hours for a while yet, so he was hardly concerned. If nothing else, the fireworks that would be starting soon would be quite something.
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Post by Meadowlark on Mar 9, 2011 21:09:24 GMT -8
Coricopat emerged from the lift, his cane resounding on the marble floor a bit more solidly that it had been of late. He hadn't gone to bed the night before, ending up sleeping in his office and his leg and back were both furious at him. He looked toward the door, frowning, before resigning himself to talking to Smith. He moved over to the desk, his briefcase in his right paw. "Would you care to explain what is going on?"
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Post by victoriousscarf on Mar 9, 2011 21:12:08 GMT -8
"Oh?" Martin turned his head to see the mottled tom approaching, his expression morphing to the cat who got the cream. "One of the dealers was found on the front steps this morning. Seems he angered someone enough that they went after him--or they were leaving a message for someone else. A little hard to tell at this point though. Very tragic."
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Post by Meadowlark on Mar 9, 2011 21:15:29 GMT -8
Coricopat stiffened very slightly, but managed not to evidence his immediate concern more than that. The expression on Smith's face did not bode well. "Which dealer?"
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Post by victoriousscarf on Mar 9, 2011 21:16:48 GMT -8
Martin waved a paw in the air a couple times. "Uh... the small black one. Mestofly or something. Sometime with an M and far too many syllables."
((And that. That right there.))
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Post by Meadowlark on Mar 9, 2011 21:21:53 GMT -8
Cor tried to keep his breath from catching at that. "Is...he being seen to?" Damn it, stumbling over his words was very, very bad, especially around Smith.
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Post by victoriousscarf on Mar 9, 2011 21:30:11 GMT -8
"I believe so," Martin replied, smirking still. "I think Doctor Cohen was looking after him."
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Post by Meadowlark on Mar 9, 2011 21:32:57 GMT -8
Coricopat managed to pull his emotions fully behind his shield again and nodded. "Good."
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Post by victoriousscarf on Mar 9, 2011 21:35:01 GMT -8
"Mhm. It would be such a shame to have to find a new dealer so soon," Martin remarked idly. "Though, honestly, if leaving him on the steps of the hotel was meant to be a warning, I might give very serious thought as to whom that warning was meant."
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Post by Meadowlark on Mar 9, 2011 21:36:19 GMT -8
Cori nodded again. "I'll keep it in mind. Good day, Smith."
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Post by victoriousscarf on Mar 9, 2011 21:37:18 GMT -8
"Good day, Coricopat," Martin drawled in reply.
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Post by Meadowlark on Mar 9, 2011 21:43:33 GMT -8
Any other day, Cori might have paid more heed to Martin's words and behavior, but his mind was already long gone from the Demoniaque. He turned and headed out the front door.
((Exit Coricopat))
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Post by victoriousscarf on Mar 9, 2011 21:45:15 GMT -8
Looking even more self pleased, Martin watched him leave, returning to smirk at the cleaners. Oh, today was looking to be a good day.
[THREAD END]
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