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Post by X2 on Mar 15, 2015 23:32:20 GMT -5
The slick Persian-Mix walked down the street, his head held high as he took in his immediate surroundings. The tom had yet to meet anyone truly interesting, but talk on the streets since arriving in the city still proved to intriguing to pass up. There seemed to be two powerful and influential tribes, the Hench Tribe, and the Jellicle Tribe. But after weeks roaming around, he still had not yet run into individuals from either group. Tantallis continued his search, but in another week if his search proved fruitless, then he was prepared to move on to the next town. Slipping quietly inside a fenced-in area, Tantallis stumbled upon a construction site. One that appeared abandoned, if the rust and state of some of the broken human machines was any indication. The Persian smoothed his fur, as he jumped into an orange/yellow rusted area. It was used for digging up dirt and such by the humans, but Tantallis didn't see the harm in using it as a resting place. His striped tail hung over the side, bobbing back and forth to a soundless tune in his head, as his eyelids slowly began to shut. A soft sound of footsteps below caught his attention. And while his eyes opened, he stayed in his relaxed laying position.
[OPEN]
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Post by Moonstruck on Apr 28, 2015 19:32:00 GMT -5
Absently fluffing her pristine fur, Griddlebone sauntered her way back to the warehouse and generally satisfied and a pleased-with-herself expression. Despite not having her normal situation the white queen was still rather content with the current state of affairs - it left her with much more freedom and without the tedious need of keeping of her lovesick facade. Instead she simply did as she so pleased, just much more honestly. Or at least as honestly as she did anything.
Upon returning to the warehouse the white Persian decided on investigating if anything interesting was going on in the construction site. As she walked passed one of the old human machines a new scent caution her attentions and a smile curled her lips as she looked up at the time. "Well aren't you a new sight?"
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Post by X2 on May 6, 2015 23:27:11 GMT -5
Tantallis had picked up on a faint scent headed his way and his nose twitched slightly as he breathed in. The smell wasn't unpleasant, but he made no moves, aside from opening his eyes to the clear darkened sky of the night. It wasn't until the cat grew closer and spoke that he rolled from his back to his stomach in a fluid-with purpose motion. He slowly picked his head over the side of the machine and his sky blue eyes landed on Griddlebone for the very first time. He subtly took in the form of the persian and 'Not bad' was the first thought that popped into his mind. "Am I?" He asked in a silken smooth tone as he leaned back into a comfortable position, still keeping his eyes locked on the white buxom queen as he propped a foot on the rim of the machine. "Doesn't that depend on your definition of new?" Was his next question, his features honed and carefully placed. However, a small half smile did wind its way onto his face, while he kept eye contact with Griddlebone. His tongue touched the roof of his mouth, as he anticipated an interesting conversation in his head. They rarely worked out that way, but it didn't stop him from hoping.
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Post by Moonstruck on May 8, 2015 22:54:13 GMT -5
Despite having to look up at the cat - a tom she noted - Gridd made sure that her posture was perfectly alluring in the normal posh and relaxed way she had about her. The white queen was completely self assured in her appearance and the way others perceived said appearance. Griddlebone expected to be appraised positively like she always was, nearly demanded it in the way she held herself.
And in return the queen appraised the tom; especially taking in his pretty blue eyes. So very pretty blue. The queen was looking forward to seeing such pretty blue eyes more often. Despite her internal positive appraisal Gridd kept her face vaguely neutral with a slight bit of positiveness, her brow quirked " Now by what definition exactly would you not be considered new?" She asked, leaning casually on a cleaner piece of equipment as she anticipated more than a brief exchange.
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Post by X2 on May 9, 2015 21:13:15 GMT -5
His eyes didn't miss the body language Griddlebone gave off or that she leaned casually against a peice of machinery. He wasn't sure what it was about him, but he did seem to capture the attention of others. And she looked like she was getting comfortable for a long conversation. He gave her a smirk, both friendly and lecherous at the same time. "By many, and by many others I would be considered brand new. Everything boils down to perception."
The tom watched comfortably from where he was half laying-half sitting. He admitted to himself, and he was sure it was coming across in his posture or in his face that he was enjoying the view. She was pretty, he knew that. In a way though, she looked and reminded him a bit too much of Garnet. He squashed that thought from his mind and looked back over the pretty persian again.
"I have been in this city for far too long to be considered new. And perhaps I have frequented this construction site too many times to be considered new. Maybe I am a new sight from your perspective. Or perhaps you're just a new sight from mine." He wasn't sure if he had laid it on too thickly, but from previous towns, to some of the locals, he was labeled as an irritating jerk.
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Post by Moonstruck on May 12, 2015 19:18:08 GMT -5
The white queen continued to watch the tom, or rather watch the tom watch her. She knew exactly how she looked and the alluring way that she presented herself was always a deliberate choice. Griddlebone adored the attention her and her beauty afforded her, lapped it up like a newborn kitten tasting milk for the first time. And she didn't miss the lecherous tone to the tom's smirk, a tone often aimed at her. Gridd also took the time to appraise the reclining tom - though she could only observe so much from her vantage point. Though for a new tom, he did seem quite at ease in the territory of a generally feared tribe. Or perhaps he hadn't realized he'd wondered right into Hench territory. Interesting.
The white persain cocked a brow and tilted her head while regarding the tom. Cryptic. She had to suppress the urge to role her eyes at the cryptic antics, she'd encountered plenty of that when Mac was in one of his moods. And from a hand full of other cats in the tribe. "I doubt you could frequent the construction site without smelling of the tribe mon cher." She commented off handedly taking a moment to inspect her claws, ensuring their usual pristine nature before her lip curled into a smile and she once again focused back on the tom, "And oh I've no doubt I'm a new site to your pretty blue eyes."[/colors]
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Post by X2 on May 14, 2015 23:50:55 GMT -5
Tantallis seemed to be a bit amused by the conversation, despite he was just wetting his appetite. He was quite similar to Griddlebone in that way. He lapped up attention, every bit as she did. He himself had no idea of her love attention, but he himself had first started out being the enigma he was for the attention. And now, he lived for the attention. His eyes did catch on that she was staring at him and admiring him (or was that just his wishful thinking), every bit as much as he was admiring her.
He allowed himself to stretch slightly, giving her an eyeful. And why not? Her eyes were on his body, he might as well give her something. Then with a graceful and fluid motion that was almost unseemly of a tom of his size, he jumped and landed just in front of Griddlebone. "Or your tribal protectors aren't doing a very good job." Came his cryptic and omnious reply. His paw went up to his mane, threading his fingers through it and relieving it of the few tangles his jump had caused. At the words of his 'pretty blue eyes', Tantallis allowed himself to believe it wasn't just his wishful thinking. "You're not the first buxom persian I've seen." Well, she wasn't the first buxom queen he'd seen, but he tended not to run into too many persians.
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Post by Moonstruck on May 21, 2015 23:13:23 GMT -5
Griddlebone was definitely admiring the tom, she was always fond of pretty little things. Especially when those pretty little things were cats who seemed to enjoy looking at her. And the eyeful of pretty tom she was given delighted her - it was evident to her that he was showing off (evident from all the years and experience she herself had in doing that very thing made it very simple to spot). Showing off meant some for of interest. Despite the fact that with the tom being so new to the warehouse and that the white queen hadn't heard any whispers of a wealthy or influential tom of his description, the interest suited her just fine. Griddlebone always enjoyed being admired. And it meant no silly or bothersome strings to deal with. And up close his eyes were even prettier. The queen's smile kept her lips curled upwards in pleasure as she gave a dainty shrug in response, "Our tribe's reputation allows a little more leeway in protecting the borders - those looking to avoid trouble stay away. But what would I know about patrolling?"
However his comment about her not being the first buxom persian had her pouting slightly as a paw went to her chest, "Such a shame." She played momentarily at false sympathy before the demure faded from her expression and coyness took its place, "But I can guarantee, they were nothing quite the likes of me." Griddlebone rarely ran into other persians, and with the tom closer and able to get a better inspection Griddlebone was able to notice the persian attributes of the tom.
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Post by X2 on May 26, 2015 20:19:52 GMT -5
He tilted his head slightly to the right as he studied the older queen. Now noticing she was older then he was, though it was difficult to tell. But her eyes just had something about them that meant she had been through and lived through a lot. Of course, this didn't automatically mean she was older in age. Maybe in experience, though he had been through a lot over the years too. Still, he moved closer, his paw lightly touching her mane, twirling some of the strands between his fingers. "I don't doubt that." And like that he had dropped his paw away from her mane and walked a couple steps away from her as he stared at the warehouse in the distance. "But perhaps you can help me with something." It was half phrased as a question, and half as a statement. Showing a bit of smugness.
((Is it weird that I constantly think of a strawberry sundae with hot fudge melted on top, whenever I look at our font colors for these two?))
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Post by Moonstruck on Jun 5, 2015 22:11:29 GMT -5
((haha no of course not! it's a wonderful thing to think of!))
She critically watched as the tom twirled her mane between his fingers, mostly critical of ensuring that he didn't create any bothersome tangles. It was by no means any secret that Griddlebone took a lot of pride in her appearance and spent a substantial amount of time and interest in maintain the pristine and near perfect visual image that she was. The white persian had a reputation to uphold. And her own vanity to appease. "Perhaps." She prompted as she watched the tom turn his focus away from her (she noted with only a little bitterness) and towards the actual warehouse. "Though I'm not horribly inclined to do favours for strangers." Once again Gridd inspected her nails, despite knowing they were perfect with a smug little smile of her own.
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Post by X2 on Jun 15, 2015 13:33:21 GMT -5
Tantallis didn't turn his head when he heard her speak, but he did smirk a little to himself. "Am I really so strange?" His tone was a combination of amusement and something darker. Though that darker bit was subtle, and could be easily missed. His smirk was gone by the time he looked over his shoulder and back at Griddlebone. He had been called things a lot worse than strange, and it didn't even phase him when she colored him as a stranger. "The names Tallis. There, learned something." He spoke with a voice smooth as butter. "But if I'm too strange. I could always go to someone else for my favor." There were plenty of cats in the city, but honestly he didn't want to be indebted to any of the alley cats. A queen like the white persian in his vision? Somehow he felt alright with owing her something....small. After all, what he needed was small.
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Post by Moonstruck on Jun 29, 2015 16:33:31 GMT -5
For a moment annoyance and vague anger sparked through the white queen, her comment had been said to prompt him to actually get his name out of him. Not many cats enjoyed or were please with being called strange and it could negatively affect his reception of her. That was something Griddlebone didn't want. And deviations from even the tiniest of her plans or intentions never went over well with Gridd. Her ire was immediately doused once Tallis offered his name, her smile no longer strained in its presence on her face. His name was all she'd been after. "Griddlebone." The fluffy white queen loved others knowing her name, they knew of her and so they'd speak of her. Vain as always.
"Strangers hardly know each others names, mon cher." She cooed, the French endearment falling off her tongue easily. In a better mood than moments ago with having actually gotta the tom's name. Tallis. Interesting name. "Now, Tallis, tell me what favour you're asking."
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Post by X2 on Jul 19, 2015 20:58:33 GMT -5
Tantallis arched an eyebrow. She had said her name with some confidence. It was an appealing trait, but he almost felt like she expected him to know of her, just by her name. "That's an odd name. Mean anything?" He asked, genuinely curious. Though it didn't matter either way, Griddlebone was just a name he'd never heard before. He frowned at the french, it reminding him too much of his past and shut down some, because of it. She may or may not have been able to tell, but he was already coming across as a puzzle, and aloof. So it would play in with some of that. "Yes. That favor. I'm seeking an audience with the Leader of some tribe called the Henches. It's all anyone's been talking about since I arrived in town. Do you know where I might find this tribe?"
((The post sucks, I'm sorry...but I didn't know what else to do.))
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Post by Moonstruck on Jul 31, 2015 12:39:33 GMT -5
((no worries darling))
Tallis' question about her name surprised Gridd. To the point she actually had to pause and think through the question, and the white Persian realized that she'd never actually been asked that before. Interesting as the importance some cats put on their names. Oh well. With a dainty shrug she replied almost dismissively about the idea of her name having a specific meaning "Not to my knowledge, my mother simply wanted to ensure a memorable name." It wouldn't have done to have a common name that could be mistaken for another cat with that way her mother had taught Griddlebone to wind toms round her pretty little claws.
Despite her mental primping at her earned reputation with her mother back home, she did notice that the tom didn't react favourably to her French. That was interesting, normally she received the opposite reaction. Intriguing, mysterious, potential fun. Gridd's observation was completely sidetracked as she laughed, overly amused that he had unwittingly stumbled into the very tribe he was looking for. "My dear, you're in Hench territory. Oh Mac with be all ruffled knowing you waltzed in unawares." She took a breath and pointed at the warehouse the construction site was behind, "The warehouse is our main base dear, now what do you want to speak to Macavity about?" If there was something she enjoyed more than adoration it was knowing things that could help her, others may call it a love for gossip but she often was able to use what she learned for her own purposes.
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Post by X2 on Oct 6, 2015 15:01:43 GMT -5
Tantallis shrugged, still not too interested in the meaning of her names, or names in general. However, it was odd enough that he felt the need to ask her. His eyes surveyed the construction zone, the abandoned zone, machines and all. But at her words, his eyes immediately went to the warehouse in the distance.
Fantastic.
After weeks of hoping to run into a henchcat from the numerous hangouts that he learned they liked to frequent, and nothing. He managed to find the bloody thing on a whim. "Good." He spoke low, and was about to head off in that direction, when her curious questions stopped him from moving away. He raised an elegant eyebrow up, amused that she was curious to his intentions. And why shouldn't she be? He was a stranger after all. "Unless your name is Macavity, you're not getting anything out of me. Apologies, Griddlebone."
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