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Post by Tsughi on Jan 11, 2012 18:19:12 GMT -8
Plato slowly realized the cat would not give up until he gave him the truth. Being arrested couldn't be so bad...
"None of them," Plato said somberly and clenched and unclentched his fist nervously. "The true one is the one where my parents aren't around anymore and that I had something to do with it." Shaking his head he gave the pair a bitter smile before looking down at something that wasn't there.
The figure of his father was in front of him now, sleeping in a drunken haze. Instinctively the fur on the back of his neck bristled and his tail flickered angrily. "Even only half of that's true. Dad probably took care of Mum," He shook his head again to clear the image. "I just returned the favor."
Two bright orbs challenged the pair now. "So what? You going to throw me out like the rest of the lot? Arrest me? Shoot me? Or slit my throat and make a son follow his father?"
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Post by victoriousscarf on Jan 11, 2012 18:39:37 GMT -8
For a moment Martin actually looked surprised, giving Macavity a side ways look.
Meanwhile, Macavity was blinking at him before his paws went to his pockets, scowling when he realized his smokes were back upstairs with Griddlebone. "I may have slit throats in the past boy, but I see no reason ta go after yours." He realized vaguely his paws were shaking.
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Post by Tsughi on Jan 12, 2012 3:33:06 GMT -8
Plato could recognize the shock that he had gotten so used to but what he didn't see was the fear. Both of them looked vaguely surprised, but neither of them had moved from their standing positions to get away from him. Inwardly confused he turned to Macavity with a stoic face. "So are you just going to throw me out then?"
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Post by victoriousscarf on Jan 12, 2012 10:22:58 GMT -8
Macavity shared a long look with Martin, who scowled at him, before turning back to the kit still standing in the middle of his foyer. "This really ain't the time ta be talkin' about these things, or the place. My office is a floor up if you're interested in hearin' about any job offers."
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Post by Tsughi on Jan 12, 2012 15:23:43 GMT -8
Plato blinked at the wildy striped tom, completely stunned. Did he just say...?
"Job offer?" He repeated incrediously. "You're jokin'." No one had showed him anything but the door and now this cat was offering him a job? Today was his lucky day. Finally he would be able to move out of the muck his father left him in.
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Post by victoriousscarf on Jan 12, 2012 16:56:04 GMT -8
Macavity rolled his shoulders. "Look, tell you what. Come back in the morning, and we'll talk, see if there's anythin' ta figure out. You can stay here for what's left of the night if you like," he ignored Martin's harsh look and continued. "Since there are rooms on the fourth floor for just these occasions. If you like the fourth floor rooms enough and we come ta some sort of agreement, you might even be able ta move into one of them. But I'm not jokin' and I've gotten used ta sleepin' through the night, so if you don't mind continuin' this at a saner hour? My bed is gettin' itself cold."
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Post by Tsughi on Jan 14, 2012 7:56:28 GMT -8
Plato hesitatingly nodded his head, still a little bewildered at how events took such a rapid turn. "Of course," He said surprisingly quietly. "I'll stay." He didn't think it was necessary to say that he had no where else to go.
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Post by victoriousscarf on Jan 15, 2012 15:32:01 GMT -8
"'reat," Macavity said with a nod. "Smith, set him up in a room. I'm goin' back ta bed before the missus 'ets angry. We'll talk tamorrow," he added to Plato, before sweeping back over to the lift.
Martin scowled before nodding, shifting through his notes before choosing a room and holding out a key. "Here," he huffed. "Room three, fourth floor."
((In the next few posts we can either end this thread and start a new one, or continue this one the next morning, whichever you prefer.))
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Post by Tsughi on Jan 15, 2012 15:42:36 GMT -8
((How about we move it to his office? That way you can do that inturrupting knocking on the door thing))
Plato took the key gingerly and mumbled a small thanks. The calico glanced up at Martin for a moment and opened his mouth to say something, then rapidly shut it. Without another word he turned to the lift to begin his search to find his room.
END THREAD
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