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Post by victoriousscarf on Apr 15, 2011 9:36:56 GMT -8
Managing to wedge herself down between two barrels, paws pressed hard against her side, Clara's ears flattened as she listened to the other cats continue to rush on around her. For several minutes more she heard intermittent firing and finally silence.
Damnation, she thought, glancing down to her side again. Well, that might scar again, though it shouldn't be too bad... the wound throbbed and she winced. It wasn't like the damn skirt she wore had enough extra fabric to make a bandage with, and her hat was long lost.
Well, tonight had gone down well. Using the barrel behind to brace herself with, she finally stood, and tried to slip through the night as quietly and carefully as she should manage with her balance so far off.
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Post by Meadowlark on Apr 15, 2011 9:40:21 GMT -8
Jerrie had come down to the docks to see if Griddlebone had seen Tugger recently, he was growing a bit concerned by the rather glaring absence of the other tom. Milady had told him she'd pass the message along when she saw Tugger next.
The torbie was currently making his way carefully back to his truck. Damn he hated the docks at this hour. He'd heard gunfire earlier and frankly was long since ready to head home for the night. He stopped in the shadows when he heard somecat approaching.
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Post by victoriousscarf on Apr 15, 2011 9:42:56 GMT -8
Hissing more to herself than anyone else, Clara was using one wall of the building to support herself. She froze when she heard somecat else moving around, pulling out the revolver she kept with her, having long since lost the rifle in the fight. "If you're there, come out,"she told the shadows, gun leveled at the point she'd heard the noise from.
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Post by Meadowlark on Apr 15, 2011 9:44:21 GMT -8
Jerrie stepped cautiously out of the shadows, paws raised, "Clara?"
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Post by victoriousscarf on Apr 15, 2011 9:50:08 GMT -8
She blinked at him for a long moment, dropping the weapon. "Oh you cannot be serious," she muttered. Somewhere a deity was laughing hysterically at her.
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Post by Meadowlark on Apr 15, 2011 9:52:25 GMT -8
He looked her over, his green-hazel eyes pausing when they reached her wound. "You got somecat as can take a look at that?"
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Post by victoriousscarf on Apr 15, 2011 9:54:48 GMT -8
She leaned over to replace the revolver, and couldn't decide whether to hiss in pain or at his question. "I'm perfectly fine," she replied shortly, finally looking back up at him.
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Post by Meadowlark on Apr 15, 2011 9:57:09 GMT -8
His eyes narrowed very slightly at that. "Y'are not. I'm headed up past th' hospital. I c'n give y' a lift."
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Post by victoriousscarf on Apr 15, 2011 10:01:18 GMT -8
She blinked, wanting to protest that, and protest it hard but... her side was still throbbing and she was feeling fairly light headed. "...Alright."
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Post by Meadowlark on Apr 15, 2011 10:02:31 GMT -8
He moved over to her, and considered offering her help to the truck, but decided that wouldn't be well-received, "I'm parked about a block down..."
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Post by victoriousscarf on Apr 15, 2011 10:04:44 GMT -8
Her eyes flickered over to him as he approached, pushing herself from the wall. "I can manage a block," she informed him, straighting up and trying to do exactly that--but had forgotten the fashion of wearing heels. Taking a step on the uneven surface of the ground send her stumbling.
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Post by Meadowlark on Apr 15, 2011 10:06:44 GMT -8
Jerrie moved quickly, catching her and supporting her, "Y' sure about that? I could jus' get it an' bring it 'round."
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Post by victoriousscarf on Apr 15, 2011 10:09:17 GMT -8
She stiffened when he caught her, and remained frozen there for a moment. "I can make it," she said finally. "Just have to be more careful..."
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Post by Meadowlark on Apr 15, 2011 10:10:26 GMT -8
He didn't look quite convinced, but once he was sure she was steady again he backed off, "A'right then."
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Post by victoriousscarf on Apr 15, 2011 10:12:21 GMT -8
She was tempted to growl at him, but had been raised with too many manners to do that to a tom that was actually, possibly even sincerely trying to help her. This time she stepped more carefully and managed to make the block fine. Perhaps it shouldn't have felt like quite as much of a victory as it did.
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