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Post by wolfiso on Mar 17, 2011 12:26:43 GMT -8
Mr. Seidensticker had insisted Victoria go home early, and so it was shortly before five pm when she stepped out of the courthouse. She could feel how thin the soles of her boots had become and tried to remember how much money she had set aside and if she could afford new ones. The weather was rather nice today, sunny with a light breeze and so she'd left her scarf at home. Her work clothes and coat being sufficient to keep her warm.
Watching her step, so as not to cut her thin soles on anything, she stepped off the curb.
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Post by Meadowlark on Mar 17, 2011 12:33:03 GMT -8
Coricopat, started backing his car out of it's spot, looking back over his shoulder as he pulled out, and looking down as he shifted it into forward gear, he looked up as he pulled forward and there was a solid thud against the hood of his car. He slammed on the brakes and threw the car into park as he got out of the car. "Damn. Are you alright?" Wonderful, icing on the cake to this day.
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Post by wolfiso on Mar 17, 2011 12:56:07 GMT -8
There is something to be said of how the laws of physics treat unequal masses. From where she lay on the pavement, dazed from the impact with the automobile and then the ground she wondered for a moment if she'd left a dent in the vehicle.
She looked up at the voice to see the Tom getting out the car and attempted to stand. Her legs worked though she was a little dizzy, so she put a paw on the hood of the car to steady herself. "I- I think I'm unhurt."
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Post by Meadowlark on Mar 17, 2011 12:57:51 GMT -8
He frowned at that, his own heartrate accelerated far past what he figured was healthy. "Are you sure?"
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Post by wolfiso on Mar 17, 2011 13:07:35 GMT -8
She took stock of herself. Her right pawpad was a bit scraped up from the ground, but she could patch that up at home. She could feel aches on her upper back and the front of her pelvis, but those were probably just bruises. She was a bit winded, but that would pass.
"I'm terribly sorry about this, Sir." Manners taking over as she looked around for a place to sit. Just for a moment, long enough to catch her breath. "I wasn't looking where I was going. Please, don't trouble yourself about me."
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Post by Meadowlark on Mar 17, 2011 13:13:35 GMT -8
He shook his head. "It's no trouble. I was headed to Felidae General to drop some things off for a friend. I could give you a lift."
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Post by wolfiso on Mar 17, 2011 13:28:51 GMT -8
"The- the hospital? Oh, I don't think it's that bad. Really, if I just sit down for a moment I should be alright." She stepped out of the road and brought her unbloodied paw up to check her head where she had hit it as she fell. She could feel no blood, so she assumed she must be fine.
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Post by Meadowlark on Mar 17, 2011 13:30:23 GMT -8
Coricopat shook his head. "You can't be certain of that, and I'd feel much better about it if you did get it checked on."
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Post by wolfiso on Mar 17, 2011 13:35:32 GMT -8
She dropped her eyes and her hand. "Well, I suppose... alright then."
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Post by Meadowlark on Mar 17, 2011 13:36:22 GMT -8
He motioned to the car, opening the passenger door for her.
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Post by wolfiso on Mar 17, 2011 13:42:46 GMT -8
Victoria climbed into the passenger seat, perching herself away from the backrest and settling her hands demurely in her lap. It occurred to her that she did not know this cat's name, although it was inappropriately late to ask now.
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Post by Meadowlark on Mar 17, 2011 13:43:41 GMT -8
Cori got in on the other side of the car and started it up again. "I don't believe I caught your name, though I'm certain I've seen you around."
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Post by wolfiso on Mar 17, 2011 13:48:00 GMT -8
She nodded. "My name is Victoria Duetermann. I work for Mr. Seidensticker." She risked a glance at him.
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Post by Meadowlark on Mar 17, 2011 13:51:21 GMT -8
"Ah, that explains it." He nodded. "Coricopat Zimmerman. ADA."
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Post by wolfiso on Mar 17, 2011 13:58:56 GMT -8
Old training and manners were the only reason she managed to get out "It is good to meet you Mr. Zimmerman." Her posture, which had before been somewhat drooped to be kinder on her abused back, tensed and she shifted to the best posture she could manage, despite the protest of her bruises.
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