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Post by Dr. Jar on Dec 20, 2012 0:24:28 GMT -8
"Collarbone is broken." He coughs out. "I'm Cassius." He offers simply, without offering his broken arm to him. He saw a few sparks, he was pretty sure, and stared out towards the open door, before bringing himself back to the present.
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Post by Thy Dungyeon Maestyr on Dec 20, 2012 1:11:43 GMT -8
Humbert- "Ho, man, sorry. Good luck with that.
Well... I kinda wanted to hit up a pharmacy for fun stuff, maybe pick up a new thousand dollar Burberry jacket for free, get some candy.
After that, I might go by the Hostess Factory. I could eat whatever I want. Just me to feed, after all. I'm gonna skate. If you go out scavenging, maybe I'll see ya sometime, Cash. Later!" You can say some parting words as he plops down the razor scooter and makes for the end of the alley.
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Post by Dr. Jar on Dec 20, 2012 1:28:24 GMT -8
Ashley watches him leave, and isn't sure what the point of that was. He looks at Patti as if looking for answers, and flexes his fairly useless arm. "I suppose everyone has their place here. Maybe his family got out safely." He remarks to no one.
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Post by Thy Dungyeon Maestyr on Dec 20, 2012 2:41:05 GMT -8
cat across alley- "Meow!"
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Post by Dr. Maneep Pamplemousse on Dec 20, 2012 8:14:55 GMT -8
Glad the lunatic was gone, Patti turned her attention to Ash. "Shit, man, that had to hurt like hell. Have a seat for a second." From not far away, they heard a faint meow. She turned and saw a black cat at the other end of the alley. She grabbed a piece of bacon off the plate and knelt in the doorway. Using her "animal/baby voice", she called out to the little guy. "Here kitty. There's plenty more where this came from. No more rats and pigeons. Come on, little dude, come here..."
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Post by ◊◊BLOODBEASTER◊◊ on Dec 20, 2012 18:22:02 GMT -8
The cat looked wary for a second, but upon smelling the food, made a fast kitty-styled trot over to Patti. She noticed that while the cat looked pretty grubby, he was actually wearing a nice leather collar with a nametag that she couldn't quite read. The cat began purring and rubbing against her legs. Cat- "RrrrRRRRrrrrRRRrrrr"
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Post by Dr. Maneep Pamplemousse on Dec 20, 2012 21:20:19 GMT -8
"Awwww... There you go, little guy. Maybe you'd like to come upstairs later and snooze on a nice fluffy chair. How 'bout that, eh?" She very slowly, but confidently, attempted to pet the cat once he began to eat. For the remainder of the guard shift, she would try to lure the cat into the building and maybe get him to relax enough to lay down and hang out with them. At the end of the shift, if the cat seems friendly and amenable, she would pick him up and take him upstairs to the community center.
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Post by Thy Dungyeon Maestyr on Dec 20, 2012 21:39:36 GMT -8
It works out! It's pretty freakin' tricky. It's impossible to get a better look at his collar. And picking him up at the end of it all, while possible, gets him immediately cranky. Fortunately he isn't psycho scared like animals get sometimes, just hating you. But if the cat is a sweety, it'll probably forgive and forget later. And you got him off the streets, so it's a good deed.
Last thing you see before he is released to run and hide on the 6th floor is the name tag reads "Donovan, Male, Neutered, 14769 51st Ave S, Tukwila WA 98188
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