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Post by victoriousscarf on Mar 12, 2011 14:18:57 GMT -8
Macavity's eyes moved around the park as he sat on a bench, cigarette in paw. He was still constantly on the verge of being restless, and had thus been wondering the streets again. In broad daylight of course, so he figured he didn't need an escort or bodyguard of any type. Taking a drag from the smoke, he glanced around again. It was still chilly enough that most people weren't out to enjoy the weather, but there were more a good number of cats out and about.
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Post by Meadowlark on Mar 12, 2011 14:21:09 GMT -8
Ricky Logan made his way through the park, trying to get any of his papers sold. His eyes flickered around, finally falling on a tall red tabby. He moved over. "'Scuse me, sir? Can I interest y' in a paper? Best t' keep up t' date on th' latest happenin's around town."
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Post by victoriousscarf on Mar 12, 2011 14:23:20 GMT -8
Turning his head, Mac considered the kit in front of him, taking another drag. Yes, happenings around town. "Sure, kit," he drawled. "How old are you anyway ta be out sellin' papers like this?"
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Post by Meadowlark on Mar 12, 2011 14:25:25 GMT -8
"That'll be two cents." He considered lying about his age, it was usually he best way to get papers sold, but the cat had already agreed to it. "Thirteen."
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Post by victoriousscarf on Mar 12, 2011 14:26:30 GMT -8
Mac fished out the cents from his pocket, handing three over for the hell of it. "Thirteen? You don't look more than eight. At that."
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Post by Meadowlark on Mar 12, 2011 14:28:42 GMT -8
Ricky handed the paper over, pocketing the change and wrinkling his nose. "Well, it helps sell papes if nothin' else."
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Post by victoriousscarf on Mar 12, 2011 14:34:20 GMT -8
Mac inclined his head, accepting the paper. "True enough, I suppose. Well then, kit, you 'ot a name?"
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Post by Meadowlark on Mar 12, 2011 14:37:16 GMT -8
Ricky studied him again, considering. "Depends, who wants t' know?"
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Post by victoriousscarf on Mar 12, 2011 14:38:59 GMT -8
He shrugged. "Just curious kit. I'm not authority if that's what you're worried about."
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Post by Meadowlark on Mar 12, 2011 14:42:00 GMT -8
Ricky shrugged. "Ain't got a reason t' worry about 'em. Name's Ricky Logan. Who're you?"
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Post by victoriousscarf on Mar 12, 2011 14:44:38 GMT -8
Mac had opened up the paper, and was browsing the business when he paused at that, looking at the kit over the paper. "Logan? Have a brother of Taradan Logan by any chance? As for me, Macavity Hollister."
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Post by Meadowlark on Mar 12, 2011 14:49:24 GMT -8
Ricky nodded. "Yeah he's my older brother." He paused again, looking around. He ought to go see if he could get any more papers sold.
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Post by victoriousscarf on Mar 12, 2011 14:56:03 GMT -8
Macavity's ears flickered backward at that, not quite flattening. "Brilliant. Tell me you're not the one currently runnin' two sides of the law for him." Well, that was a round about way to ask if he was the one working for Jones, but he certainly didn't want to come out and say that flat out.
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Post by Meadowlark on Mar 12, 2011 14:58:55 GMT -8
Ricky frowned, thinking before his eyes widened. "Hollister. Y'mean y' th' cat with th' hotel... I..."
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Post by victoriousscarf on Mar 12, 2011 15:01:41 GMT -8
"Yeah," Mac said, nearly growling but hardly annoyed at the kit. "Hell."
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