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Post by greyscalerainbow on Oct 7, 2014 8:55:40 GMT -5
A champaigne and copper tabby rounded the corner out of an alleyway, cigarrette held lightly in his teeth. Pascal had just finished his rounds and following up on a little extortion elsewhere in the city, so now he had a bit of spare time to himself. Making his way to a nearby pub he settled in front of it, leaning his back against the rough brick as he watched the smoke he exhaled curl into the air above his head. Absently he wondered if any cats would be about at this time, but having a lonely smoke and maybe a bottle of whiskey would suit him just fine.
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Post by scarlette on Oct 19, 2014 0:58:49 GMT -5
And most certainly, there were a few cats about the area. A few were the late night pub-hoppers, if you could call it that, a few others coming to make a get away and enjoy a drink in their lonesome, and then there was another option, but she didn't exactly count as a sort of generalization. With a joint between her lips, not a cigarette nor cigar, and the lingering smell of cannabis on her fur, the rather leggy queen coughed in a manner that was beautifully unladylike. She wiped her mouth briskly and sniffed a bit before puffing out a small billow of smoke. It was almost as if she was well acquainted with the plant she was smoking--she let off few signs that she was inebriated at all. But then again, she was notoriously known for her generally 'always high' personality. She just went with the flow and had few worries to say the least. Or, more or less, that's what she liked people to believe. The silver queen, well into her 30's could pass for younger truthfully. Despite her unhealthy habits, she was very into her appearance and overall health. She was strong, no doubt physically. In fact, in such a dark area of town, she could be perceived as awfully intimidating--but this tom seemed pretty sturdy in his posture.
Essmerelda was more than considered an adult. She was a full grown woman. And with that authority over herself and her choices, she chose to spend her night wandering London, dropping into any parties she could, and getting drunk off her tail before returning to reality and actually having to be a useful member to society. But for now, it was her time. Well--'her time' as in time to lose herself and not remember anything the next morning. After all, that was the fun of being an adult with no rules.
Initially, she thought she'd been seeing things. So, squinting a bit, she realized the figure of a male and blew out a stream of smoke before licking her lips and flicking the joint to the ground. "Guess I ain't the only one 'round here that wants t'eh get in a quick smoke . . . " She trailed off into a raspy sounding chuckle and it seemed rather unclear if she were trying to make conversation with the tom or if she was just talking to herself and making observations. Essa, speaking in a raspy chuckle, continued on, "An' here I thought all them Brits were so classy." The Siberian's idea of personal space and the majority of the English felines in London's idea of personal space varied more than the dietary habits of an elephant and a mountain lion. Then again, Essa was just a personal woman all around. Even towards complete strangers, she always seemed so interested and curious about everyone. So, nudging the tabby, she smacked her lips and gestured with her head at the pub. "Y'eh catchin' a drink, man?" It was a funny notion to think that after only a few minutes in eachother's presences, that Essa seemed willing to talk over drinks with a tom she met smoking in an alleyway. But this was Essmerelda. She had nothing but time and zero responsibilities--what could talking with strangers hurt?
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Post by greyscalerainbow on Oct 22, 2014 8:57:59 GMT -5
Pascal's ears twitched and he turned his violet gaze up to the older queen near him, noting the distinct scent of cannabis without so much of a flinch. It stank, sure, but he was sure his smokes stunk more to others even than that. She certainly was different from other folks he usually saw lurking about, especially friendly too; usually cats were wary and territorial on this side of town due to the shady atmosphere and paranoia the Hidden Paw was around every turn. He delicately pulled the joint from his lips and puffed out some smoke, not able to stop himself from smirking in amusement, "Oh, not all of us are so classy we refuse a smoke every now and again." He shifted position ever so slightly at her nudge--normally he didn't let others touch him so casually, especially upon the first meeting but judging from the high the queen already had established, be deemed her harmless.
"Eh, I was considering it. I got all my work done, so I should be able to once I have my smoke." There was nothing wrong with some casual conversation.
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Post by scarlette on Oct 26, 2014 17:17:06 GMT -5
Essa wasn't exactly an observant she-cat. However, she could definitely tell that her overall personality thus far didn't clearly aggravate him the way it did many other cats. For that, she was glad. She certainly liked starting fights to be fair, but not tonight. Tonight, she just wanted to talk. Essmerelda was an interesting annoyingly female and she enjoyed meeting other interesting people.
Hearing his response, a rather fluffy ear tip twitched and she smacked her lips a bit. "Cool. Y'eh seem pretty lax for a guy takin' a smoke this late at night. Heheh, I like talkin'. Hope that aint a problem, babe." Finished with her joint, she tossed it to the ground rather ungraciously and huffed out the last of the smoke. "Y'eh mentioned work, eh? What's a big guy like you gotta do 'round here?" She asked curiously, her eyes not exactly staring at him or anything, considering her dilated pupils. But even with an unfocussed gaze, her attention was all on him. She never really blamed anyone, however, for thinking she wasn't paying attention. She never seemed all that there in the first place--even without the distraction of drugs.
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Post by greyscalerainbow on Oct 26, 2014 18:19:26 GMT -5
The tabby shrugged, taking another drag of his cigarette, "Eh, you could say I'm lax; it's just I have a pretty cool head and prefer to observe a situation before flyin' off the handle like some cats in the area here." It was true, he did have a stressful job sometimes, but on an easy night such as this, it wasn't an issue. There was nothing wrong with a little conversation every now and again and this queen certainly wasn't a threat. "I don't mind talkin', it's fairly harmless," at her question Pascal smirked and winked at her, "An' as for the type of work I'm into, that's classified." Hopefully that was enough to steer clear of that topic, given how it could go south quickly.
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Post by sansa on Jan 29, 2015 1:54:57 GMT -5
((Both of these characters are no longer on this board. DEAD.))
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