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Post by sansa on Mar 8, 2015 1:12:27 GMT -5
Demeter was a black and gold blur toward the end of her journey back to the Junkyard. She finally slowed down when she passed by the Gates and was in the familiar comfort of of the junk piles. She thought it'd be okay. She should have known better, god, she should have known something would go wrong. She had gotten disillusioned after her evening with Gilbert. She had thought that she was stronger than she was. That she could handle a brief trip into the city on her own. And so soon after the disaster of her last trip out of the Junkyard? God, what was she thinking?
Maybe she was mistaken. Surely there were plenty of ginger and black cats out there. And why would he need to leave his Warehouse, anyway? He had other cats to do his errands for him, didn't he? It couldn't have been him. She made her way through the Junkyard, sticking to the shadows. It couldn't have been him. She flashed strained smiles at the few Jellicles that she passed. It had to have been him. He was following her. He was punishing her for what happened at the Ball. He still wanted her. He was going to try to take her. Oh, god. She shouldn't leave the Junkyard again, not without somebody to protect her.
Eventually, she climbed onto the top of the car. The metal was hot under her feet from the summer sun, but she barely took any notice as she sat down on top of the roof. Her heart rate slowly returned to normal, her breath evened, and her fur started to lie smoothly along her back. She unfurled her fingers slowly until the small human gloves fell onto the roof in front of her. She smoothed them out next to each other, exploring the texture curiously. It was worth it, at least. Right?
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Post by dodd4 on Mar 11, 2015 9:12:13 GMT -5
((so wold Deme like mind Tugger dropping by?))
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Post by sansa on Mar 11, 2015 10:07:41 GMT -5
((Hehe, I'm sure Deme would mind, but I wouldn't!))
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Post by dodd4 on Mar 11, 2015 11:07:13 GMT -5
the handsome Maine Coon tom was napping atop a junk stack stretched gloriously in the sunlight when he was woken by the noise of someone running from the direction of the gate.
he stretched and rather than be annoyed at the interruption his curiosity was aroused. was there another Policle on the loose? something else?
gracefully he made his way down the stack in time to see Demeter settle on to the junked car.
ahhhhh Demeter. that explained it, she had probably stuck her head past the Gate and saw her shadow.
Rum Tum Tugger put on a strutting swagger as he sauntered up to the car with a winning friendly smile,
"hello Pretty Lady something up?"
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Post by sansa on Mar 11, 2015 13:48:57 GMT -5
Almost without a second thought, Demeter slid the gloves under her lap and out of sight when she heard a voice nearby. It felt like it was meant to be a secret. Something sacred between her and Gilbert, as private as the conversation they'd had in her den. Her gaze flitted around until she found the source of the voice. Her tail twitched. Of course Tugger would want to bother her.
"What do you want, Tugger?" She barely recognized her own voice whenever she spoke with the Maine Coon. It was sharp, impatient, not at all as warm as she tried to be with others. She took a moment to thank the Everlasting Cat that she'd impulsively hid the gloves. That was not a conversation she wanted to have with the tom.
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Post by dodd4 on Mar 11, 2015 15:05:02 GMT -5
the handsome tom swished his tail, "why I just wanted to see if you were all right or if your tail was on fire, the way you came tearing through the Yard." he said amusedly.
"hey I know that I can rub you the wrong way, that I am not everybody's cup of Kibble, but if you've got trouble I want to help okay?" Tugger said with a shrug.
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Post by sansa on Mar 11, 2015 18:41:24 GMT -5
Demeter's ears flattened and she looked away, lips pressed together. Of all the Jellicles who could have seen her, it just had to have been Tugger. Of course. "I don't need anything, Tugger. Okay? I just-" She swallowed hard to stop herself from babbling. Her evening with Gilbert had left her feeling exceptionally vulnerable, and she wasn't sure what she would say if she let herself keep talking.
"Have you talked with Munkustrap since the Ball?" she asked. Maybe he would leave if he knew his brother was looking for him. "He mentioned that he wanted to increase security. And you're very helpful with those kinds of things, aren't you?" She sighed. She shouldn't have bothered with the sarcasm. It wouldn't get her anywhere.
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Post by dodd4 on Mar 12, 2015 12:10:54 GMT -5
the handsome tom gave his mane a shake and tossed Demeter a cocky grin, "well actually I was there and helped out when that Policle attacked. and as for increasing security THAT was what I doing when you came running through the Yard, keeping watch." Tugger said then he gave a grand sweeping gesture and waggled his eyebrows,
"and behold a damsel in distress!"
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Post by sansa on Mar 14, 2015 11:00:06 GMT -5
Demeter frowned. "Don't call me a damsel in distress," she said, her voice quiet and filled with frustration. Her tail twitched. It had always felt like a joke when Tugger treated her with any sort of compassion. Like he was mocking her for being cautious. She tried to gather her courage to tell him just that when his previous comment crossed her mind again. "Wait, what Pollicle attack?"
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Post by dodd4 on Mar 14, 2015 17:34:39 GMT -5
the maine coon gave a shrug, "an ugly brute got loose from a humans car and charged Jenny and some stray and was run off by Misto, Coricopat, and yours truly, okay okay yeah the stray helped some too but then he split." Tugger said with an exaggerated casual air.
the handsome tom flipped his tail.
"Tumble took word to Big Bro and he said Tigthen Security at The Yard and here we are."
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Post by sansa on Mar 18, 2015 0:55:43 GMT -5
Demeter listened intently. Jenny, Misto, Cori, and... Tugger. All safe now, thankfully. Her ears twitched at the thought of humans so close to the Junkyard. "Munkustrap didn't- didn't say anything about this when we spoke earlier," she admitted. Perhaps he didn't want to worry her, since the situation was clearly being taken care of and there wasn't much of a threat. She shifted to ask another question, but her knee knocked against the gloves and they fell off the car. "What did- oh, no."
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Post by dodd4 on Mar 18, 2015 10:01:28 GMT -5
the sudden movement of the falling gloves caught the green gold eyes of the Maine Coon tom like a magnet. "hey cool those look like mine! only they've got the watchyamaclems for the toes...fingers." he said. Tuggers ears perked and eyebrow arched.
"the pretty Lady is accessorizing...comes tearing in like her tail is on fire...sits by herself...you found a beau!" Tugger declared striking a pose one paw cupped to to the sky, head back tail just so. then he spun to face Demeter.
"but then why would you smell of fear? the nose knows Goldie, look know that I am not your favorite person and that I can be a shallow jerk, but we're Tribe dig? so dish is there something you need help with?"
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Post by sansa on Mar 23, 2015 16:00:40 GMT -5
Dememter did not hesitate to jump off the car after the gloves, landing in front of the Maine Coon. "No, I did not." She snatched the gloves out of Tugger's paws and searched her mind desperately for an excuse to get him off the topic. "I just... thought Electra might like these."
She climbed back onto the top of the car and laid the gloves next to her lap, out of reach and sight for Tugger. "And nothing's wrong, it's only that..." She studied Tugger out of the corner of her eye. He was part of the guard, after all. Wasn't he? And she hadn't seen Munkustrap yet. Who knew how busy he was. It was very likely that he wouldn't have much time for her. And if there really was an issue that needed to be dealt with, she had to tell somebody, right? She continued on reluctantly, her voice low. "...I thought I saw Macavity out there. Which is impossible, because I'm sure he rarely leaves his home nowadays. That's all."
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Post by dodd4 on Mar 23, 2015 16:53:27 GMT -5
the maine coons rs went back as his face turned thoughtful.
"I dunnknow Unca M left it the night of the Ball and if he's feeling his oats he might."
Tugger said. he gave Demeter a determined look and said in a serious tone, "he if want we can take this to Pop, I mean if Unca M is getting frisky he should be told!"
then he added tentatively,
"unless you want me to do it for you."
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