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Post by Dr. Jar on Feb 21, 2013 12:16:16 GMT -8
Ashley was sitting inside, still playing with the cat, but he picked him up and seemed entirely too startled by her suddenly wandering into the room. He was apparently going to walk out and leave for some reason. "PATTI LOOK! LOOK AT HIM!" He spoke a little too loudly, despite not drinking as much as she had, and likely scaring the soul out of her. The small white cat's love had temporarily shifted to tolerance, as even he did not like being held this much, but he stared benignly back at Patti. "Raow?"
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Post by Dr. Maneep Pamplemousse on Feb 21, 2013 14:59:34 GMT -8
Patti sat bolt upright, sending her jacket flying through the air. "What?!" She looked around frantically and then spotted Ash standing by the door, looking at her with wide eyes. "Where'd'ju? Wha'd'ju? Um..." Ash was some sort of fucking ninja. What was he doing in her apartment anyway? And why was he holding a cat? She stared, wide-eyed at the man and the cat, the wheels s l o w l y turning in her head. The cat was familiar. Maybe it was the bowtie. Her eyes widened and glistened in the corners. She spoke slowly. " Friss-kers?" She stood up and walked towards them. " Myister Friss-kers?" She reached out tentatively and rubbed the little cat behind his ear. "Where'd you come from, little mayn?" A tear broke free and ran down her cheek.
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Post by Dr. Jar on Feb 21, 2013 15:10:37 GMT -8
"He came back and found me somehow! He must be made of magic! I don't even know how this night was so messed up but LOOK AT HIM it's a miracle!" He half-hugged her with joy and his eyes watered intensely with happiness, or just plain emotion. The cat pushed his whiskers forward at the newcomer, and had the benign interest of non-shy cats. "Puuuruu?" He rubbed against her hand offering no answers, besides maybe that he really liked to be petted, even by perfect strangers. He purred quietly, and rubbed against her with his other cheek. He also stopped wriggling even though this position was awkward and let his legs dangle downwards like his photograph. Ashley shifted him so that he could hold him more firmly and the cat looked a little more at peace.
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Post by Dr. Jar on Feb 22, 2013 16:52:24 GMT -8
Mr Friskers leapt out of his arms eventually to dash around and headbutt their legs affectionately. He had no idea what all this attention was about, obviously. "Pruuu? Reoooww?"
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Post by Dr. Maneep Pamplemousse on Feb 22, 2013 20:44:31 GMT -8
She pet the cat for a few minutes, then got very serious. "I am very happy for you that your furry little buddy has found his way to..." She hiccuped. "But, I need to be going... to the, erm..." Suddenly very aware of her location, she bee-lined directly to the toilet, the door swinging mostly shut behind her. Horrible, horrible sounds ensued.
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Post by Dr. Jar on Feb 22, 2013 21:17:52 GMT -8
Ashley paid no mind to Patti vomiting horribly, though he'd ask "ARE YOU OK?" also a bit too loudly, before feeling around and finding a piece of string to drag along the ground. "Frisk Friskk....Patti you can sleep in here where you were earlier..How did you sneak in? Wait you can sleep on the bed. I'll sleep over there....When I sleep..." Mr. Friskers chases the string with the intensity of a tiny maniac, biting it several times in his excitement!
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Post by Dr. Maneep Pamplemousse on Feb 23, 2013 7:08:36 GMT -8
Patti came out a few minutes later, wiping her mouth with her sleeve. "I'ma go brush ma teef 'n... stuff. G'nigh." She squeezed his shoulder as she walked past, and disappeared to her apartment.
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Post by Dr. Jar on Feb 23, 2013 11:37:50 GMT -8
"Mrow?" "Goodnight Patti, I love you!" He watches her leave and thinks of about three things at once which seems to prevent him from doing anything really, and instead decides that he's tired now, and the floor is nice. He curls up in a half-circle on the ground, and Mr. Friskers curls up against his stomach, chewing on the string.
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Post by Thy Dungyeon Maestyr on Feb 23, 2013 23:49:25 GMT -8
Ivan- "Whoa, hey. Can you feel the love 2nite? I kid." Ivan strolled in sheepishly and picked his way over to his room.
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Post by Dr. Jar on Feb 26, 2013 11:22:40 GMT -8
That night, and well into the morning, Ashley dreamed. He had never been someone who had dreams of any particular lucidity, and the best he could hope for were often night terrors, and yet tonight he had the clearest vision.
He stepped into the smoky den from the door above, descending the dark stairs into the gloom and muttering in the yellow dimness below. A dozen tables littered the floor below, cluttered with men of every shape and size, hunched with their chips and cards clutched close with all the seriousness of a hunter stalking prey. They had come to play, the same way they had every Friday.
Joe looked nervous, big guy had come every week for three weeks, at his urging but had never calmed down any more than the first time. He seemed outright jumpy, and why shouldn’t he be. These men wouldn’t have been half as friendly if they knew the truth. Ash pushed blue uniforms into the farthest corner of his brain, as if he feared mindreaders might pick it up somehow. You never know what might slip. “Calm down Joe, we’re not here to play for keeps.” He reminds his friend, but Joe was reluctant. Of all the dangerous places that Ash had taken him, Joe was the least fond of this place. And for good reason. He didn’t voice his thoughts, but he was thinking about it.
“It’s illegal, Ash.” Joe reminds his smaller friend nervously. Joe…big guy, one of the biggest he knew, though admittedly not all of that was muscle. Sometimes he wondered what got a nice guy like Joe into this line of work. He deserved better. He could have been a baker, or a mechanic, or…anything else.
Ash had the good sense not to respond to his comment here, and instead settled down with the usual crew, whose faces were hidden in slouched hats over the tops of their heads. No one had dealt yet. They were on time. Every week those familiar faces would be hidden behind towers of cards, shifting battlements. He played games for bullshit.
Ash grinned. “Hey guys, how’s it going?” His voice came out thin and high, but when was it not? A few noncommittal grunts responded to his question, a great owl shooting him a look. The question had always been ‘why did you bring a pigeon?’ ‘Because he’s a friend and friends play cards. Now deal.’
Ashley woke with a start. What was that? Did...did he just dream of playing cards with BIRDS? What had he eaten last ni...oh his head hurt.. a lot.
Mr. Friskers played with a loose piece of twine jovially on the ground, more than wide awake. He needed a litterpan, it was time to forget things like weird dreams.
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Post by Dr. Jar on Feb 26, 2013 13:15:16 GMT -8
In the room, Mr. Friskers was sleeping in his litterbox with his legs splayed out, dreaming of cat-dreams. He purred quietly as he slept, and his paws twitched from time to time.
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Post by Thy Dungyeon Maestyr on Feb 26, 2013 14:27:25 GMT -8
Ivan- "Whoa, we got a litterbox now? Oh, little dude, that is not what that's for." He decided to let sleeping beasts lie and went for breakfast.
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Post by Dr. Jar on Feb 28, 2013 7:40:20 GMT -8
That night, Ashley slept in a covered, nonbald bed. Mr. Friskers came by to spend time with him as the night progressed, curled up, purring at his side. He pet him until he drifted to sleep.
They came and went several times, every Thursday night to the den to talk and play cards. Playing ball, he called it. Joe was more than a little reluctant every time, but he seemed into the game when he played. He always had that hang-up about it being illegal, but it was good intelligence for their boss. Ash was happy, because they were able to play cards and not get in trouble.
He always brought some seeds for Joe, and reassured him. He was the strongman in their relationship. And hell, he took him fishing to make up for that. Sometimes he was sure that he was Joe’s only friend, and that was a sad thing. A guy his age should look forward to getting married, starting a family… And yet it was always those two in the car talking on late nights during a stake-out. Those two. Or he and the Detective. Maybe those two should get married, he joked.
“Never let them read you too much, Joe, they’re predators.” Ash reminded him, when they were in the den. It was some irony coming out of his mouth, but that was how things go. Ash had become friends with a guy who played with them and some Sparrows, big guy with a strong voice, thickly bearded, taller and wider than even Joe. He had a friendly winning air to him, and had been a boxer in the past, or so he said, when asked about his job, he said he was a ‘people person’ whatever that meant. He had that kind of charisma, and ended every sentence on an exclamation point. He was a Raven.
Those Ravens were bad news, but this guy was alright, he told himself. His laughter was infectious, and he had such a big persona, what wasn’t to like? He was an easy friend, and what Ravens were open enough to accept a Falcon like him? The guy had some kind of strange accent, he was pretty sure he was a Chinaman or something like that. His name was Haruki.
Ashley woke with a start. What the heck was he dreaming about anyways? Didn't he have better things to think about? Like...the apocalypse? And yet he was serial dreaming about total nonsense. He brushed off his clothes and pushed away the thoughts of...whatever the hell this was into a corner of his mind. He had more to discuss than this.
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Post by Dr. Jar on Mar 12, 2013 23:04:22 GMT -8
Mr. Friskers spent the day running back and forth in the room at breakneck speeds, playing with pieces of string and cord, and pieces of wood. He seemed perfectly happy to be indulging in mindless behavior in general. Mr. Friskers wasn't the brightest of cats, but he seemed to notice Ashley looked a little less...aggressive than usual on his return, and purrowed a greeting to him. Purrow? Ashley lay in his bed, even though it was before dinner, dumping his dufflebag on the floor, and then laying back on the bed and staring at the ceiling. Mr. Friskers sat on his chest and purred, and the two didn't say a word to each other.
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Post by Thy Dungyeon Maestyr on Mar 12, 2013 23:53:46 GMT -8
((Anything you want Ashley to do before dinner can be edited in... Wanna visit sick Seth? Whatever?))
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