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Post by victoriousscarf on Mar 15, 2011 20:02:09 GMT -8
Macavity glanced around the house, trying not to wince or twitch too hard. He'd barely slept the night after Griddlebone showed up, though he'd held her through out it before she had to leave in the morning.
He attempted to lean somewhat casually against the wall and figured he failed the way his tail was lashing around. He barely spared a glance for the girl dancing on stage, looking around instead for a flash of grey, hoping his mother was actually around. Truly, he didn't want to ask where she was, but would if he had to. One way or another he was not walking out of that place without seeing her.
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Post by qualapec on Mar 16, 2011 13:54:44 GMT -8
It was time to survey her little kingdom, her world of traded desires and under table deals.
It wasn't pretty, but it was Grizabella's.
She emerged from her office and smiled warmly at the girl coming off stage. "Lovely, darling," she commented with a nod.
She slid out of the back room and emerged. There was a good crowd tonight - there was always a good crowd, but there were more lost souls tonight than usual. Grizabella was proud to sell them their fantasies, sell them the tolerance and acceptance they couldn't find in the real world for one night.
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Post by victoriousscarf on Mar 16, 2011 14:01:25 GMT -8
((May I recommend Plum as a color code my dear?))
Macavity tensed further when he finally spotted her. Taking a deep breath, he knew he should approach and at least attempt to speak to her and yet... it was so hard to take that final step forward and actually acknowledge her again. Still tensed, he leaned farther against the wall before pushing off and weaving through the crowd toward her.
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Post by qualapec on Mar 16, 2011 14:08:24 GMT -8
((danke, I went with orchid))
Grizabella knew something was wrong the second one of the tom's in the crowd started making a B-line for her. Experience, instinct, and the dark light raised her paranoia.
She felt a little sick the closer he got, the more of her realization sunk in. She realized that he saw her, that he knew and there was no way out.
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Post by victoriousscarf on Mar 16, 2011 16:50:10 GMT -8
Macavity came to a faltering stop in front of her. "Grizabella?" he asked, voice low and he hoped she would just assume that was how he normally talked, at least for that moment.
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Post by qualapec on Mar 16, 2011 19:19:20 GMT -8
Grizabella swallowed, torn between fleeing and trying to pretend she didn't recognize him. But no. She'd known this day was coming. She took a deep breath and masked her emotions behind a businesslike expression. "Macavity," she said, his name came out in a whisper. "Please, step into the back room with me." She paused, waiting for him to make a move. She didn't want him to feel like he was just another client...but mostly she didn't want to turn her back to him yet.
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Post by victoriousscarf on Mar 16, 2011 19:24:21 GMT -8
"Oh," he said, almost growling. "So, you do recognize me. Good ta know." He spread a paw out in front of him, and growled out, "After you."
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Post by qualapec on Mar 16, 2011 21:05:17 GMT -8
She kept her expression neutral. "Of course."
She turned smoothly and made for the back room; confident, trying not to look behind to see if he was following her.
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Post by victoriousscarf on Mar 16, 2011 21:09:12 GMT -8
For a moment, Macavity wavered, almost not following her, before he scowled and started weaving through the crowd behind her. Hell, he hated how this looked a great deal, but it was her fault for running this type of house, not his.
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Post by qualapec on Mar 16, 2011 21:38:48 GMT -8
Grizabella tried to keep her breath steady, her gain normal. Nothing out of the ordinary. Nothing strange. Just a client. Nobody had to know...
If she thought about it too much, she'd have a heart attack. She led the way to the quiet back room, back to her business office.
Jason - her tom, her muscle, was standing at the door, and he cast a suspicious glance to the tom following her. "Is there a problem, Madame?"
"No problem, sweet." He knew there was. "Could you tell Eva to put some tea on for me?" She asked, smiling softly as she entered her office.
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Post by victoriousscarf on Mar 16, 2011 21:41:27 GMT -8
Mac was about ready to have that heart attack to. He spared a glance for the tom standing in front of the door and dismissed him out of hand. There was no way he couldn't take the tom, who was clearly there as muscle. Probably not too intelligent either. He managed to keep his expression clear when she mentioned the tea, though it set his fur on edge. Instead, he followed her into the office, coming to a stop in the middle of the room and shifting from foot to foot.
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Post by qualapec on Mar 16, 2011 21:56:12 GMT -8
She didn't want Jason around in case things went poorly. He'd know that and be on guard anyway, the darling, but this was a long time coming, and she needed to deal with it herself wherever it went.
She stopped at her desk, and took a moment to study her son's face. Grizabella hadn't had such a close look in far too long.
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Post by victoriousscarf on Mar 16, 2011 21:58:26 GMT -8
Macavity crossed his arms over his chest, returning the stare. She hadn't aged particularly well, but that was a face he certainly remembered. "Well then, mother," he said, putting as much venom and pain as he could into the word. "It's been a while."
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Post by qualapec on Mar 16, 2011 22:04:06 GMT -8
"It has," Grizabella responded. She made a noise and leaned against her desk, she couldn't take her eyes off of him. Not the gorgeous kit she'd left behind, but he was in there somewhere. "I suppose I knew this day was coming. You can only run from yourself so much."
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Post by victoriousscarf on Mar 16, 2011 22:06:40 GMT -8
"Had a fun time of it then?" Mac asked, bitterness lacing his voice. "Runnin' from yourself and everyone around you? And you certainly didn't do anythin' ta make this day come any faster."
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