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Post by victoriousscarf on Mar 13, 2011 19:54:46 GMT -8
Martin arched a brow, still grinning that lazy smile. "Having my ear bit off is hardly my thing, Zimmerman. Is it yours? Is that what you two have been up to?"
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Post by Meadowlark on Mar 13, 2011 19:57:48 GMT -8
Coricopat took a deep breath, reminding himself that his claws weren't actually sharp enough to rend Smith's jugular at the moment. "I haven't seen him for over a week outside of work and the hospital, Smith. He's an employee of the hotel."
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Post by victoriousscarf on Mar 13, 2011 20:00:26 GMT -8
Martin arched a brow and inclined his head. "Certainly. But depending on how you define work, you might have to warn me which storage cupboards to avoid."
"That's enough," Mac snapped finally.
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Post by Meadowlark on Mar 13, 2011 20:01:37 GMT -8
Cori growled, his ears lacing, but he took another deep breath to try and calm himself down at Mac's voice. He glanced at the red tabby, almost apologetically.
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Post by victoriousscarf on Mar 13, 2011 20:04:16 GMT -8
Mac had been much more annoyed at Smith anyway. "Smith, go... make a bell boy cry of somethin'. Cor, I want you in my office now," he snapped out, turning on his heel and making his way upstairs.
Martin glanced at Zimmerman again, smiling that same smile. "Well, good luck then. Do try not to let him get hurt again like that, hm?"
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Post by Meadowlark on Mar 13, 2011 20:06:48 GMT -8
"Rot in Hell, Smith." Cori replied as he headed for the lift.
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Post by victoriousscarf on Mar 13, 2011 20:08:15 GMT -8
Grinning, Martin watched him go before going to do exactly what Macavity had suggested.
((Exit Martin))
Macavity was in his office, pacing around in some agitation.
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Post by Meadowlark on Mar 13, 2011 20:09:23 GMT -8
Cori stepped off the lift, sighing slightly before heading toward the penthouse, opening the door quietly and entering.
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Post by victoriousscarf on Mar 13, 2011 20:10:18 GMT -8
Mac paused to lean against the desk, crossing his arms over his chest as he looked Coricopat over. "So then," he said slowly. "Want ta start from the top?"
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Post by Meadowlark on Mar 13, 2011 20:12:58 GMT -8
Cori glanced toward one of the chairs, but instead shifted his weight to his right leg. "I assume you heard about what happened on the steps this morning?"
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Post by victoriousscarf on Mar 13, 2011 20:14:44 GMT -8
"Somewhat," Mac said. "He was found beaten and taken to the hospital yeah? Cohen called me ta let me know he was goin' ta be fine. You stop by?"
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Post by Meadowlark on Mar 13, 2011 20:15:47 GMT -8
Cori nodded. "On my way to the courthouse and then again once I was off work. He told me Jones had stopped by to gloat, since it had been his thugs who'd done it."
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Post by victoriousscarf on Mar 13, 2011 20:17:11 GMT -8
Mac blinked and swore slightly. "Of course the arrogant bastard would gloat. You know anythin' about that night then? How he 'ot in that sort of situation?"
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Post by Meadowlark on Mar 13, 2011 20:18:35 GMT -8
"I..." He hesitated before replying clinically, he'd really rather not think about that night at all. "He showed up drunk. In my room. We had another fight and he left."
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Post by victoriousscarf on Mar 13, 2011 20:21:22 GMT -8
"He... what?" Mac blinked at him. "No, wait, what? So, he was drunk and you fought with him, and you let him leave in that sort of state?"
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