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Post by sybbil on Jan 19, 2012 21:03:18 GMT -8
Bombalurina hissed as she was unceremoniously shoved out the courthouse front doors. Looking rather ruffled with her hackles on end and her tail puffed out to ridiculous proportions, she turned and grumped at the security guard. "It was a simple question! You can't keep the press out forever you know!" The guard glared at her and closed the door without answering. Bomba growled and stomped her foot petulantly, looking for all the world like a six-year-old kit having a tantrum.
After a moment, she sighed and began gathering up her supplies. Fortunately her notebook and her camera hadn't wet, so nothing lost there. Unfortunately, it seemed like she wasn't getting back into the courthouse today and probably not again for a good while. She felt her temper rising again. It just wasn't fair!
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Post by wolfiso on Jan 19, 2012 21:19:29 GMT -8
Cassie watched the hissing red queen gather her things from the steps of the courthouse. That guard, Mr. Hammond, was usually a patient and talkative fellow. For him to toss this one out on her tail suggested to Cassandra that she was probably a recurring problem for him.
Good.
Cassandra felt like dealing with someone elses recurring problems right now. Her own had grown rather frustrating in their complexity. There were too many gangs in town and the work to establish contacts was slow and prone to setbacks.
"It takes a certain kind of mind to stay in the business with that going on." Cassie said, stepping down the stairs with her hands in the pockets of her long gray coat. Her movements were languid, and her eyes half lidded.
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Post by sybbil on Jan 19, 2012 21:27:15 GMT -8
Bomba snorted and glanced up at the other. "And what's it to you?" She straightened and noticed, with a spurt of irritation, that this queen was of a height with her. She unconsciously tightened her paws around her camera.
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Post by wolfiso on Jan 19, 2012 21:31:11 GMT -8
"Let us say, professional interest for a colleague." She offered her hand to shake. "Sandra Black."
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Post by sybbil on Jan 19, 2012 21:42:51 GMT -8
Bomba studied at the proffered paw for a long moment, finally taking it. "Bombalurina Thompson. And what can I do for you today, Miss Black?"
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Post by wolfiso on Jan 19, 2012 21:49:15 GMT -8
You can refrain from embarrassing the profession, she thought.
"I did not expect such coldness of manner from a fellow reporter, or perhaps this is simply why you have no allies in this town, Miss Thompson." Cassandra kept the smirk in her voice and off her face.
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Post by sybbil on Jan 19, 2012 22:12:23 GMT -8
"Who needs allies when you have assets?" Bomba's smile had much more teeth than was normal.
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Post by wolfiso on Jan 19, 2012 22:19:08 GMT -8
"Assets like a tail full of mud?" Cassandra asked, tilting her head and raising an eyebrow. "We're social creatures, and you'll find more people answering questions if you know how to ask the right ones." Cassandra dropped the hand.
At this rate they'd pick a nasty fight right here on the courthouse steps. It certainly would puncture Cassie's cover as a lady of society to debase herself that way, but the chance to get under this queen's skin was almost worth it.
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Post by sybbil on Jan 19, 2012 23:03:06 GMT -8
Bomba blinked rapidly in shock, her ears falling flat against her head. She wanted to growl again, and her hackles were definitely back up. Her voice was low and gritty as she responded. "Well, what would you suggest?"
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Post by wolfiso on Jan 20, 2012 12:49:53 GMT -8
"A modicum of self-restraint to begin with." Sandra with a disparaging smile. "Charging full bore into sensitive issues without ensuring the trust of your contact tends to chafe and break their patience."
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Post by sybbil on Jan 20, 2012 17:24:51 GMT -8
She huffed and crossed her arms in front of her ample chest. "Anything thing else?"
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Post by wolfiso on Jan 20, 2012 17:52:18 GMT -8
"Much." Sandra said shortly, eyeing the other queen up and down as one might appraise a racehorse. "Though that may be more than enough for you to process at one time."
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Post by sybbil on Jan 20, 2012 21:47:32 GMT -8
Nostrils flaring in fury, Bomba delicately stepped around the infuriating queen, gritting her teeth. "I don't need to hear this..."
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Post by wolfiso on Jan 20, 2012 21:48:54 GMT -8
"Perhaps not. But your career probably does." Sandra said, turning to head the other way down the street.
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Post by sybbil on Jan 20, 2012 21:51:57 GMT -8
Bomba jerked to a halt, her spine ramrod straight. She whirled back to face the departing Sandra and shrieked in a high breathy voice. "My career is perfectly healthy, thank you very much!"
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