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Post by Deleted on Dec 15, 2012 15:50:51 GMT -5
The tall white and scarlet princess still sat awkwardly against the crate. Her ears flicked every so slightly when he popped his knuckles. It made her think of Colbalt. He used to do that a lot. She was really starting to miss him. Almost enough to live this Mr. Roger's neighborhood and go back to the hell she was in. At least it was normal...well...for her anyway. She closed her eyes and focused on the Somali toms voice. It helped bring her back to the conversation. "I have never been there. This is the first place I have ever been" She answered honestly. "I was born there" She said pointing to the warehouses that looked small in the distance.
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Post by cayran on Dec 16, 2012 19:21:03 GMT -5
Amaury's gaze followed her finger as she pointed towards the warehouses, and his ears flattened atop his skull momentarily. "Those Macavity's warehouses?" He asked, red eyes cutting back towards her, his body still facing the buildings. By habit, the hand clutching his bottle of alcohol twirled about, slushing the liquor inside, and he took a brief sip. "Ah' bet ya' had a pleasant childhood..." he stated sarcastically.
The somali's tail twitched ever so slightly, and he smiled simply. "Ah' was bo'n in a rusty ol' shack nea' da' swamp. Tha' place was eaten' up with voodoo, but ah' suppose it was home fo' a while." To be honest, nothing really felt like home to him. He'd had moved around so much that settling wasn't really an option. He just accepted where ever he lived and that was that.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 17, 2012 23:21:50 GMT -5
Vipurr's ears flattened and flicked back up when Amaury spoke about her childhood. Her childhood was all about the next lesson on becoming an assassin. The childhood surprisingly was still the highlight of her sorry life. She looked at him quietly. Studying him as he spoke. She watched him swirl his liquor. He was completely vunerable right now. An easy target. He would not last more than a few seconds. A pathetic opponent. Vipurr found her self blinking quickly and she shook her head. Wait! He is not a target. Stop sizing him up. You are not that jellicle anymore!Vipurr scolded herself. She looked up at the Somali and spoke, her voice in a low alto, "Sound's like your childhood was as pleasant as mine" She 'joked' dryly. "What is voodoo?" She asked. She had never heard the term before.
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Post by cayran on Dec 18, 2012 22:42:43 GMT -5
Amaury was oblivious to the looks she was giving him. His eyes had momentarily flickered back at the warehouses in the distance, though had he noticed her look, he would have simply assumed she was "checking him out." Well, technically she was, but for other reasons than what he would have initially assumed.
The tom smacked his lips in thought at her question, and he smirked as she compared their childhoods. "Well," He began, rubbing the side of his face, "Voodoo is ah' sort of religion ah' suppose? It involves lots o' magic - black magic ta' be frank. Some voodoo is used fer' good. Fer' example, ah' got dis cousin who practices it fo' healin' purposes. Many though use it ta' try and curse or harm otha's. It is kinda hard to explain ta' be honest." He rambled, flashing her his pearly whites again, though this time apologetically. He hated not being able to give her a clear answer, especially about his own place of birth. "It's just a very mysterious, dark practice ah' suppose."
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Post by Deleted on Dec 28, 2012 19:53:15 GMT -5
Vipurr looked very thoughtful for a moment. She smirked slightly and spoke rather dryly, "Sounds like it would come in handy where I came from" She said very vaguely. Vipurr looked up at the Somali and looked away quickly. As if she had just realized she said it outloud. She started inspecting the crate she was leaning on very intently.
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Post by cayran on Dec 29, 2012 22:02:23 GMT -5
"Well," Amaury began, his red eyes cocking in her direction as he smirked, "Ah' don't doubt there is somthin' on tha' lines of voodoo here. There is always dark magic cher, always somethin' lurking in the shadows, ain't I right?" He mused, one eyebrow raising. The somali tom took another swallow of his drink before he put it down. He turned and walked towards her, though he still kept a bit of distance between them as to not invade any personal space.
"How bout dis cher, how bout you take me somewhere, hmm? Ya' know dis place betta than ah' after all. Ah' don't know nothin' bout dis here city." She might not want to be in his company much longer, but it would at least get her out of the junkyard for a while. She seemed to be itching to get away, and Amaury was itching to do the same.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 30, 2012 9:00:02 GMT -5
Vipurr tensed at his sudden movement. She would be ready to strike, again she started calculating his movements and her own in her mind. Hand to hand was her favorite way to kill....WAIT. She had to stop herself. A second later and the handsome Somali would have been on the ground dead. She took a deep breath and focused on his voice. That cajun accent was soothing. Annd she liked figuring out as if it were a british accent. Vipurr felt a cool collection wrap around her. She stood, relaxed and then allowed him to come near her. "Sure...I know the city....sometimes a little to well" She gave a dark grin. The princess had murdered hundreds of cats in the city. She wondered what a lot of the city jellicles would think to see her walking on the street with another jellicle?
"This way" She motioned with her white paw and scarlet tipped fingers. The tall white and scarlet princess walked in front of the Somali, and in her opinion he should feel special. She was allowing him to be at her vulnerable side.
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Post by cayran on Dec 31, 2012 22:56:53 GMT -5
Amaury's eyebrows remained raised as he watched her. Her face seemed to go through different emotions, and the Somali wasn't sure what answer she might give him. Either way, Amaury figured that he would either be walking through the city tonight with an escort, or strolling down the street tonight, by himself, with his liquor as his only company.
When she agreed though, the look he had been giving her during his wait faded into a wide grin, and the rudy tom clapped his hands together and stood straight.
"Good!" He exclaimed, trailing behind her. "Ah' didn't much wanna go walkin' by m'self." He said honestly with a chuckle. "Now ah' got a'bit o' company and a perdy face ta' look at." Whether or not she'd be okay with the compliment, he didn't care. He was just happy to have gotten THIS far with her. One step at a time.
"Now," he began, moving to walk beside her. "Take me where eva' cher, ah' ain't got nothin' planned."
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Post by Deleted on Jan 7, 2013 21:27:14 GMT -5
Vipurr was unsure if she should like what Amaury said, or be offended. Her first reaction was to turn around and pin him to the ground and make him explain his words. However, she realized that behavior is frowned upon in this community. Yet she used it so freely at the warehouse. She collected herself and forced a neutral smile. She led him towards town. After a few silent blocks she felt the need to break the silence. "I have not really taken time to really look at the town.." Vipurr admitted. She was actually quite impressed by the architecture of the surrounding buildings. "It's actually .....beautiful" She said slowly. She was pretty sure that was the first time the word had escaped her mouth.
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Post by cayran on Jan 7, 2013 22:34:55 GMT -5
Well, she didn't hit him, so that was a good sign. It probably wasn't a sign allowing him to lay compliments on her at any giving chance, but at least it offered him some options when it came to talking to her. She wasn't just some jellicle queen after all. She had a background and a rough one at that - he needed to approach her differently.
Nodding, the somali followed her gaze towards the tall buildings, his breath creating steam in the cold air. "Yea, ah' suppose it is ratha' perdy." He said softly, pushing his bangs out of his eyes. "Though," he paused, pursing his lips in thought, "Ah' wish there was mo' trees round' here, ya' know? Humans have a knack fo' cuttin' down trees, and ah' don' much like it. These buildin's need some nature."
Had he been born and raised in a city, he probably wouldn't have thought anything of it. The country life though was what he was use to, and so, he wanted to find a part of it anywhere he went.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 15, 2013 21:04:35 GMT -5
Vipurr just tried to stay focused on the Somali's words. Her mind however kept jumping to different areas where possible ambushes could occur. After all this was her first time out of the yard since she escaped the warehouse. She kept an ear turned to Amaury. \ "I must admit, I prefer the woods over this place. Its quiet. " She then looked over at him again. Despite the booze smell, which she actually didn't mind that much anymore, he smelled nice. "There is a forest on the other side of town. Some old farms about a mile south of town. " She said. She knew quite a bit about the area for never really looking at it.
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Post by cayran on Jan 17, 2013 22:14:03 GMT -5
Amaury noticeably perked at the news of a forest not to far away. And a town...a SMALL town. His red eyes darted quickly towards her, a smiled teasing at his lips as ears stood erect.
"Really?" He asked, visibly trying to contain his excitement. "How far cher?" Amaury knew that going tonight probably was out of the question, but knowing the town was in reach thrilled him to no end. He'd have to make a day trip to the place, make him feel at home again.
Cities were fine, they just weren't...home. They didn't make him feel at home per say. Just there.
"You been dare' be'fo?" He asked, curiosity and hope etched in his voice. "if so, maybe ya' could point me in da' right direction or hell, maybe even come with me." The somali smirked, shrugging his shoulders at the thought. He definitely wouldn't mind her company.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 20, 2013 21:18:18 GMT -5
Vipurr looked back at the Somali tom. She then looked beyond his shoulder towards the direction of the yard. That yard made her feel so utterly out of place. Her dark green eyes then refocused on the eager Somali tom. The white and scarlet princess kept a hard face. She thought on his words. She felt as if she didn't have to watch herself as much with him as she did back in the yard. He was laid back, where as everyone else was on egg shells around her which made her even more nervous. She gave a slight smirk, "I think I would like to come with you." Vipurr's eyes almost sparkled at the idea of getting away.
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Post by cayran on Jan 25, 2013 22:30:00 GMT -5
"Great!" Amaury exclaimed, clapping his hands together once with a nod. The Somali's grin spread from one ear to the next, dimples forming slightly below the curve of his cheek bone.
"How bout' we head 'dere ta'morrow den. You okay with dat?" He asked, stifling his excitement. He didn't want to seem over zealous, or too excited. Vipurr seemed to not LIKE that sort of behavior. So, he cooled it. "
"How long do ya' think it'll take us ta' get there? An hour, two hours, more? Ah' just wanna plan ahead is all, make sure we leave early enough ta' give us enough down time dere', ya know?" Amaury wasn't one to plan, though, when excited enough, the tom would go to any lengths to schedule things down to a "T."
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Post by Deleted on Jan 28, 2013 20:11:06 GMT -5
Vipurr did not relish the thought of going back to the junkyard tonight. To many cats asking to many questions and all of them the same. She was only now starting to feel like she didn't have to jump every time the Somali moved. "Why do we need to wait until tomorrow," She said softly. She looked up and added quickly with a shrug," its about a half hour walk to a field. We could make camp. The woods are about another two hour walk we can deal with the next morning." She waited to hear the toms questioning or answer.
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