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Post by sybbil on Mar 10, 2011 23:10:15 GMT -8
Maggie had finally found the room where Mistoffelees had been placed for his recovery, clutching the book and other various toiletries and food-stuffs that she had taken from her house. She was quietly terrified about what condition the tom would be in, hoping against hope that his injuries weren't horrific. She reached for the door knob and heard voices from inside. Apparently, Mistoffelees already had another visitor at the moment. As she shamelessly listened at the keyhole, her skin began to crawl and her blood began to boil. How dare he! Then she heard the conversation draw to an end and quickly fled a little ways down the corridor, not wishing to be caught intruding. Taking a deep breath, she looked up at the cat that exited from Mistoffelees' hospital room.
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Post by victoriousscarf on Mar 10, 2011 23:12:19 GMT -8
Jones swaggered out of the room, not fully closing the door behind him and spotting the young queen in the hallway. His grin became perhaps even more sickly sweet. "Ah, are you here to visit young Mistoffelees then? How surprising."
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Post by sybbil on Mar 10, 2011 23:19:02 GMT -8
Holding her packages close, Maggie tucked her chin in, never breaking eye contact with the immensely fat tomcat. "Why, pray tell, is it surprising? He is a dear friend of mine." Yes, tell me why, you fat buzzard.
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Post by victoriousscarf on Mar 10, 2011 23:23:17 GMT -8
Brows twitching upward, Jones chuckled at that. "That lad? A dear friend? That's what's surprising, my sweetling. He's been worthless for years after all. Perhaps if I knew he actually had any taste..." His expression was bordering a leer at that.
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Post by sybbil on Mar 10, 2011 23:32:05 GMT -8
Maggie's hackles were up now, and she showed a bit more fang than was usual when she sharply replied to the black tom with the ridiculous flower on his over-ample chest. "Mistoffelees has never been worthless, and he tries his damnest to be the best that he can be, monsieur."
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Post by victoriousscarf on Mar 10, 2011 23:34:01 GMT -8
"Oh please," Jones replied, a little taken aback but not enough to actually react. "I think I would know my own nephew. I've raised him since he was five after all."
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Post by sybbil on Mar 10, 2011 23:43:08 GMT -8
Maggie's brown eyes widened at that and some of the color left her face. "You...You're his uncle?" It made so much sense suddenly, why Mistoffelees was still so skittish around Ox and Fred. Poor Mr. Mistoffelees, having to live with this...this horrid parody of a relative!
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Post by victoriousscarf on Mar 10, 2011 23:47:19 GMT -8
"Of course," Jones said, drawing his height up slightly. Not that he was terribly taller than his nephew, but with his bulk as well, he came out to be quite a big larger. "I took him in as a kit when his parents died. And look at the way he repaid me..." he said, shaking his head sadly.
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Post by sybbil on Mar 10, 2011 23:53:23 GMT -8
Her fury returned in a flood and she could barely keep it under control. As it was, her voice grew a little bit louder and her ears fell back flat against her head. "Surely, you are mistaken. Mistoffelees is a good tom, I don't see why he could ever be a disappointment."
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Post by victoriousscarf on Mar 10, 2011 23:58:36 GMT -8
Jones snorted. "Clearly you don't know him at all then. Which makes a certain amount of sense, a young, beautiful morsel like you really has no reason being around him after all," he said, expression turning into an actual leer. "Surely there are better toms to spend your time on..."
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Post by sybbil on Mar 11, 2011 0:13:51 GMT -8
Maggie's rage boiled over. Dropping her packages onto a nearby chair, she stomped straight up to the fat cat and slapped him across the face with all her might, which was surprising considering her size. Her shout echoed down the hallway as she screamed at the top of her lungs in a combination of three separate languages. "C'est rien que de la merde! Ordure! Dreksau! Schweinhund! How dare you?! I would never spend time on you if you were the last cat on Earth! You fat, old, pompous, perverted snake!!"
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Post by victoriousscarf on Mar 11, 2011 0:21:21 GMT -8
Jones actually took half a step back, staggered at that. From down the hall several nurses popped out of rooms, blinked, and retreated backward, not willing to step in or figure out what had just happened. Reaching forward, Jones grabbed the wrist of the paw that had slapped him, shaking her. "You'll regret that someday, sweetling," he growled, before shoving her back and stalking out of the hospital.
((Exit Bustopher Jones))
Mistoffelees blinked from where he had curled back up on his side at the sounds of yelling. God, that sounded a lot like Maggie... oh hell, he though, ears laying flat. He hoped to whatever god was out there Maggie had not run into his uncle... but now that he was listening, that sounded an awful lot like his Uncle's voice replying. He covered the bottom of his face with his paws, letting out a shaky breath, hoping that he wasn't right about what just happened, but half hoping Maggie would step in and explain anyway.
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Post by sybbil on Mar 11, 2011 0:29:47 GMT -8
Maggie ripped her paw out of the fat cat's grasp, and felt a sinking feeling in her gut as she watched the tom stalk away. Shaking her head, she ignored her stomach and retrieved her packages from the chair where she had deposited them. Breathing heavily, she opened the door to Mistoffelees' room tentatively. Seeing that he was sitting up in bed, she smiled tiredly. "Hullo, Mistoffelees. I brought some of your things from the house."
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Post by victoriousscarf on Mar 11, 2011 0:33:28 GMT -8
"Oh hell," Misto let slip out on seeing her enter. "I mean, Maggie. Thank you so much for coming by. Please, please tell me that wasn't you, and that you weren't just yelling at my uncle in the hallway?" He took a shaky breath, almost on the verge of panic and forced himself to calm down a little. "I am glad to see you but what just happened?"
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Post by sybbil on Mar 11, 2011 0:44:40 GMT -8
Her eyes darkened, and she ducked her head. "...yes, that was me. I'm sorry but...he..." She busied herself with unpacking the contents of the packages for a moment until she finally burst out. "That thing that called itself your uncle deserved what he got! He was saying you were worthless and a disappointment and I couldn't let him do that! I couldn't bear it, Mistoffelees! Not when I remember so many times... Then he made an offer for me to...to..." She shuddered violently, rubbing her arms as though frozen. Her tail had returned to it's ruffed up state, twitching every so often.
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