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Post by cayran on Dec 11, 2012 22:14:46 GMT -5
Cori continued to admire the night sky; the stars far more prominent during the winter season. It looked though that clouds were rolling in, meaning either frigid rain or snow. He much preferred snow, but there was no picking a choosing when it came to the weather.
Pulling his eyes away from the sky, he glanced over at Anna, the corner of his lips twitching into a small smile. It was rare he ever smiled, let alone "grin", so it was somewhat of a step for him.
"I just needed to step outside. If you get to cold, let me know, I'll escort you back inside and to your room. I don't think though that leaving the territory would be wise for now, so we can take a brief stroll around the warehouse." He said softly, rubbing the back of his neck with one hand.
The territory that was considered "hench" wasn't to big or vast, but big enough to venture about it one wanted to.
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Post by mika on Dec 11, 2012 22:29:08 GMT -5
Annabella didn't catch the smile. She would have liked to, however. Coricopat didn't seem like the type who smiled often, so seeing it would have been something. Instead, she watched the stars. "They're beautiful." She observed, then pointed, "Looks like bad weather. I hope it's snow."
She turned and grinned at him, "My Nana June used to tell me that if it wasn't a white Christmas, it was bad luck for the rest of the year." For a moment, she adorned a Jamican accent, "'Which is why I have to take care of you, you silly girl.'" The young queen laughed softly.
Her ears perked up as she looked at him, then smiled and nodded, "Aye, I'd love to." She turned and stepped next to him, making sure to keep a comfortable distance apart.
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Post by cayran on Dec 11, 2012 22:44:56 GMT -5
"I take it then that you've had quite a bit of bad luck?" He asked, referring to the lack of white Christmases. He had only witnessed two himself. Still, the kitten that resided deep within him secretly hoped for one - not like he'd play in it or anything, no, he'd just admire it.
"Your Nana? As in grandmother, or nanny?" Cori tilted his head, casually strolling along. He, like Anna, kept a good foot or two between them, though he remained closer than usual due to it being dark, and because of their surroundings. Plus, Cori wasn't the type of tom to linger close to a queen without her permission.
"Either way, your family and their acquaintances must be large. " He added, his hands curling behind his back as he walked.
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Post by mika on Dec 12, 2012 9:08:48 GMT -5
Anna smiled and shrugged, "I do alright. I'm not dead, so...I think I'm okay." She gave a soft laugh, looking at him and then away.
"Nanny. Nana June would just be upset if I called her by her real name." She smiled, recalling to herself the sight of the much older queen. Even when Annabella was younger, she remembered Nana using a cane to get around. Though, she was certain it was more for protection and scare tactic than any actual need for it.
His last question made Anna pause for quite some time. True, while her family was large, most weren't actually related to her. Tommy, Rick, Nana, and Tony were the closest thing she had to a family and yet none of them were by blood. Louis, her mother, and her father with his grandmother...even the men in her father's...
She smiled and looked up at him, "What about you and your sister. You two close still?"
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Post by cayran on Dec 12, 2012 22:14:59 GMT -5
So it seemed they were back to his sister again. Cori did love his sister, but that didn't mean he wanted to talk about her. Talking about her made their separation "real," and as logical and Coricopat was, that was one make believe he liked to pretend to. Nevertheless, Cori didn't show his discomfort through his expression, instead, the tall tom cleared his throat and looked away, his fingers twitching ever so slightly.
"Close enough," he mumbled, running his teeth across his lips. Cori and Tantomile still had their bond, they just weren't what they use to be. They weren't "Coricopat and Tantomile" anymore. They were separate beings, and chose to be viewed as such.
"As said, she has her life, and I have mine."
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Post by mika on Dec 15, 2012 0:26:54 GMT -5
Anna looked at him, then went quiet. She knew the feeling of having someone that close to you and then having it taken away. Louis and her didn't speak much due to her father. Subconciously, and she wasn't sure whether on her own part of Louis', Harris had drove a huge ridge between the two of them. However, they were still civil. No animosity of a sort through the two.
Just after the day Louis gained part of her father's business, everything changed.
She sighed and looked back up at the stars, not sure of what to say. Instead she just smiled, "Nana used to sing me a song on nights like this."
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Post by cayran on Dec 16, 2012 19:32:19 GMT -5
Cori cleared his throat and glanced down at her before his eyes found the stars again. "Did she now? Lullabies?" He asked, one eyebrow cocking upwards. Coricopat himself was an "okay" singer. He wasn't anything special. All cats could sing, but some were much better than others. Cori's voice ranked somewhere in the middle - nothing amazingly beautiful, but pleasant all the same.
"Prrasha said you were...or are famous, that so?" He asked, licking his lips and rubbing them together out of habit. "I mean, don't take this the wrong way, but I...I've never heard of you before." Though, Cori really wasn't one for knowing those sorts of things anyway.
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Post by mika on Dec 16, 2012 21:04:29 GMT -5
Anna turned and looked at him, smiling softly. "No, not a lullaby so to speak...just a song she said her mother used to sing her." She thought back for a moment, then smiled more. "When I was just a little girl, I asked my mother, 'What will I be? Will I be pretty? Will I be rich?' Here's what she said to me: 'Que sera, sera.' Whatever will be will be. The future's not our's to see. Que sera, sera." Her voice was very light, like bells on Christmas. It almost cut through the friged air and wrapped around them.
In short, she was really very good.
She turned away after a moment, looking up at the stars. She missed Nana, so much. The woman made Anna the way she was today. Well, almost. The kindness and the love, that's what she granted the child. She wished she could fly to Scotland and she the small Jamaican queen right now.
But Coricopat's company wasn't all that bad. He was kind, no matter how much he tried to pretend that he was nothing but uncaring and aloof.
She smiled and looked at him, "Well, I'm famous by association, you could say." She shrugged, "You must have heard of my father." She took a breath, "Harris Victor Ramsey, business tycoon and the leader of the multinational protection group Ramsey Core. Billionaire, playboy, philanthropists when he sees fit, and father to the hit artist..." she motioned to herself, "Annabella Ramsey." She smiled weakly, "I could sing you a pretty tune if you wanted, but I'm not that great. There are plenty greater than me, and I'll fade with the rest."
It was rehearsed, and it sounded it. She shook her head, "You hit the nail on the head when you said everything famous dies in time...my father just decides what does and when." She looked at him, then swallowed, "By the way...has Macavity..mentioned my father at all to you?"
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Post by cayran on Dec 16, 2012 22:11:44 GMT -5
Coricopat shrugged and shook his head, his jaw tightening slight as his mind tried to place her father's name. "No, I'm afraid not. Macavity and I don't hold many conversations. What conversations we do are based on his dreams and future predictions. That is what I am here for after all." He mused, smirking slightly despite secretly hating the fact. There was a part of Coricopat that thrived on Macavity's interest in him; the part of him that loved his rank amongst Macavity' goons. Then there was a side of him that was ashamed by it, but the tall, dark tom tried to not linger on such thoughts.
Blinking and looking over at her, Cori nodded, folding his hands behind him as he walked. "If you want to sing, you can. I don't mind." It might actually be refreshing. Many of the queens, including his sister would sing every now and then as they went about their daily routine, and he'd be lying if he didn't say he missed hearing a song in the air.
"May I ask you a question though?" He pondered, the question itself coming out of thin air. "Do you have a significant other?" Cori was genuinely curious. "I mean, based on your social status and your overall pleasant appearance, why not be with another rather than in the warehouse?"
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Post by mika on Dec 22, 2012 2:45:18 GMT -5
Anna let out a sigh of relief. Good, he didn't know of her father. That saved the small queen from a lot of greif. She turned and looked at him. "Dreams...?" She blinked, very confused, "That's it? Really?"
She stopped and smiled, trying to remember the next verse. "When I was just a child in school, I asked my teacher, "What should I try? Should I paint pictures? Should I sing songs?" This was her wise reply. "Que sera, sera. Whatever will be will be. The future's not our's to see. Que sera, sera."
She stopped, blushing very deeply. She was...not good with relationships. Annabella had a very hard time distinquising between what were platonic and what were intimate feelings. She usually got the two confused and in turn, what started as a need to help someone, turned into her thinking she was in love. It was because of this that her father ordered that her bodyguards follow her every where she went, checked everyone she met, and made sure she didn't get hurt.
She turned and looked at him, "No...I don't." She smiled and rubbed her arms, "Well, I came here to look for someone. And when my father disapproved, Macavity offered me a place to stay. So...here I am." She motioned.
She smiled, "What about you?" She nudged him, very gently, "With your own pleasent appearence, I don't doubt the queens are declaring their love for you every week. And the fact that your Macavity's brother isn't something to stick your nose up at."
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Post by cayran on Dec 23, 2012 23:32:58 GMT -5
"Really," Cori mumbled, ears flattening atop his skull. Macavity's dreams were odd and dark, and honestly, Cori had no clue what most of them meant. Nevertheless, he told Macavity what he liked to hear, and because of that, Cori remained safe.
His ears perked as she sung, and the dark toms head tilted, listening intently. She had a very nice voice, he had to admit. It was on the same line as Jemima's, and possibly even better. She nearly earned a smile out of him as she sang, and he sighed when she stopped, his trans broke. "Very pretty..." He said softly, eyes flashing from her to the ground. "Very pretty indeed."
No one sang in the warehouse. If they did, it was to drunken stupor. Nothing sounded nearly as pretty as what Anna just did, and it made Cori miss the melodic tunes of the jellicles.
Cori remained quiet as she spoke of her lack of a love life, and he snorted and smirked, shaking his head. "Oh no, I don't have anyone, nor do I have the every week love declaration that you proclaim." Truth be told, Cori COULD have someone if he wanted, he just kept to himself. He didn't want most of the queens in the warehouse tribe - they were to brutal. As "emotionless" as Cori was, he eventually wanted someone with a decent mind and heart. Such was hard to find.
"Here you are..." He mumbled in return, smirking again. "Well, I was advise to stay away from the toms in Macavity's company. They are no good. They won't treat you as you should be treated..."
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Post by mika on Dec 24, 2012 2:04:08 GMT -5
Anna smiled, lacing her fingers behind her back as they continued to walk. "Thank you, Coricopat...." She looked back up at the stars, and glanced at him, meeting his gaze and smiling a bit more, looking away again.
She turned and looked at her feet for a moment as he spoke, then met his gaze, "Really? I would have figured that you would..." She stopped turning a deep red and glanced away, "Nevermind..."
She smiled and shrugged, "Then it looks like I will not be able to hang around with you anymore...seeing as your one of Macavity's men and all." She grinned cheekily.
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Post by cayran on Dec 24, 2012 17:02:05 GMT -5
He would what? He wondered. One eyebrow cocked as he observed her, and the tall tom shrugged. If she meant she figured he'd have a mate, then although flattered, he didn't. He just, well, didn't ever go out of his way to talk to others. Truthfully, Anna, Macavity, and Prrasha were his main acquaintances. He had met one more tom who was decent within the warehouse, and he spoke to him in passing. Other than that, Cori kept to himself.
Raising both eyebrows, Cori's head turned sharply towards her. "What? Oh..." He mumbled, smirking with a nod. "I suppose not then. None of us are sane here Ms. Anna. It would be best if you avoided us all, myself included." Coricopat wouldn't ever physically harm her, nor would he say anything TO offensive, but he just was well...off beat. Probably not the sort of tom she wanted to affiliate herself with on a daily basis.
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Post by mika on Dec 26, 2012 13:57:45 GMT -5
Anna looked at him, then let out a soft laugh, "Don't worry, Coricopat." She nudged him, very gently, "You and Prrasha are the only friends I have here."
She looked at him and smiled, knowingly. She had been exposed to this life for as long as she could remember. Hell, by the time she was an adolescent, she knew how to properly remove a bullet and cauterize a wound. Granted, her father's men were more...professional and they had some sense honor. Macavity's men...they were there for the pure purpose of being cruel. Her father's men...to be cruel and get paid.
She was pulled from her thoughts when something white flew by her face. She made a surprised sound, then turned to see it fall on the ground, followed by another, then another. Her face split into a grin. "Snow!"
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Post by cayran on Dec 26, 2012 23:24:25 GMT -5
Friend. He hadn't heard that word when referenced to him in heavyside knows how long. Munkustrap had once considered him that, and Mistoffelees, but that was a long time ago. Their feelings and view of him had most likely changed, leaving Coricopat undoubtably friendless.
Cori though, hadn't minded. At least, he didn't think he did until now. Now that someone considered him a friend, he had realized how much he had missed the sentiment.
The dark tom nodded and bowed his head, his lips pursed as he tried his best hold back a blush and a smile. "Thank you..." He murmured, eyes looking away. "You are..." he tried to finish it, but no words came out. Hopefully she'd figure it out. He was trying to return the sentiment. Nevertheless, he figured in due time, she'd be able to see threw him as well, and would change her mind.
A wet, white blob caught Cori's attention as a snowflake landed on his nose, and he looked up, watching as it began to fall around them. "Well look at that..." He said softly, eyes squinting in a "smize." He loved snow - he liked the cold. It was right up his alley. "Its the first snow of the season."
(When do you want them to run into Tony? In this thread, or another?)
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