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Post by petserpit on May 8, 2015 18:33:43 GMT -5
The air seemed to change as evening drew near. Somehow thinner, softer as the young tom drank so deeply and he thought the vague, metallic scent of the Thames to seep thickly through with each breath. He lay on his belly, astride the open mouthed sewer pipe. A low sound of weary bliss escaped him with every slow flexing of his lithe form, blistered by the heat of the late spring sun, as he revelled in the coolness of the approaching twilight. His languid movements died quite suddenly, yet with great satisfaction, as the sharp cracking of his spine flickered in his ears. He fell silent. As he lay there, he almost chuckled aloud, but refrained for fear of breaking the silence of the evening with unnecessary, boorish noise. To him, though, it all felt rather silly, as throughout the day there had not been a single extremity to cause such weariness in him. As his consciousness began to waver, he supposed it had been the heat......
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Post by X2 on May 8, 2015 18:53:56 GMT -5
Tommy wrinkled his nose up at the stench of the sewers, but he had heard it was a quick way back to the yard. Being still new to that part of the city and the yard, he got turned around four times and then flat out got lost trying to find his way back. He finally smelled the scents of more cats beyond the foul stank in the air that he was currently surrounded with. Following his nose, he found a pipe and climbed into it. Eventually it lead him to another opening and he was back in the junkyard, near the center of the junkyard if he wasn't mistaken. He growled under his breath,"You better be around here Mert." Looking from left to right he spotted no one, save a tom that was lying quite motionlessly a few steps away. Tommy's eyes went wide and in a flash is was beside the white tom, his paws easily on him as he shook. "Hey man....buddy. Err tom. You okay?"
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Post by petserpit on May 8, 2015 19:24:41 GMT -5
The soft and gravelly muttering floated to the resting tom's ears, and they twitched as embrace of sleep curled away. Plato blinked into the warm darkness of his folded arms, as listened intently to the swift, light patter of the stranger's approach. For a moment, he supposed that this unfamiliarity should make him anxious, but his scorched. tired mind lazily assumed the presence of a Jellicle. However, even in the comfort of assumption, he had not been prepared for the sudden touch upon his back. Suddenly, he sat erect, his golden eyes flashing at the tom at his side, with an expression, not of threat, but a kind of angry fear. The word of concern had been lost on him, as he sat silently and stared, his chest pulsing at it's centre. It looked like a baby bird pushing at the soft, inner shell of the egg.
"It-...ah..." He spoke stiffly, stammering as he studied the grey tom's face for a sign of familiarity. "It was hot today."
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dodd4
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Post by dodd4 on May 9, 2015 18:02:16 GMT -5
((hey would mind if I joined with Peanut Butter?))
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Post by X2 on May 9, 2015 18:16:49 GMT -5
((I don't mind at all. As long as it is alright with Petserpit.))
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Post by petserpit on May 10, 2015 15:24:16 GMT -5
((I don't mind ))
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Post by dodd4 on May 10, 2015 16:45:07 GMT -5
after seeing the very pretty queen back to the Junkyard and her Den Peanut Butter decided to explore the yard, and after saying his goodbyes he set out.
after seeing an old car and a big tire he heard voices, and when he looked around a stack of junk he saw two young toms one very thin and the other muscular. with a broad grin he did a windmill tumble lading on his feet in front of them with a big friendly "HI!!!".
suddenly a lithe short hair tom with an orange marmalade color body and a siamese's dark head gloves and boots landed in front of Plato and Tommy with a big smile on his face.
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Post by X2 on May 10, 2015 18:11:15 GMT -5
The silver tabby tom didn't seem to be phased by Plato's demeanor over something as simple as the physical touch that Thomas had given. Or Tommy had just been completely oblivious, which was more likely. His round eyes stared intently at Plato before he had spoken, inspecting him. Not that he could do anything; he was no healer. But whatever he saw, and Plato's words confirmed the diagnosis. He gave a smile, while his paw attempted to fan and cool off Plato.
If this had been Merton, he would have had both paws over him, fussing about like a mother hen before picking him up and getting him into shade. "Then we should get you into the shade." Tommy looked off looking for some shade. His efforts were interrupted by a small orange marmalade tom tumbling in. "Hey there." Came his natural reply.
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Post by X2 on Jul 19, 2015 19:30:53 GMT -5
((If this is not replied to within a week, it will be declared dead.))
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Post by X2 on Jul 20, 2015 13:41:24 GMT -5
[Admin Note: Exiting Plato out for Petserpit]
Plato looked at the silver tabby tom with caution. He was uncomfortable with the close proximity Thomas was displaying and lethargically got up from where he was laying. "I...uh....I'll be fine." Plato had no desire to be rude, but he was a total stranger to Plato. "Thanks for the consideration." He started as he got up and away from Tommy and Peanut Butter. "But I have things I need to do today....Bye." Plato kept his eyes on the two toms until he rounded the corner and they were out of sight.
[Exit Plato]
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Post by stubinz on Jul 20, 2015 13:47:04 GMT -5
Peanut Butter cocked his head "soooooo his being all nervous like have anything to do with those bully types I saw on the street earlier?" he asked then he shrugged. "so where would somebody find food around here?"
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Post by X2 on Jul 20, 2015 13:56:16 GMT -5
Tommy had paused in his fanning, and full on stopped as soon as Plato stood up ad began to back away. He waved lamely as he watched his retreating form. "Oookay. Bye then." His head whipped around as the smaller tom began to speak. He gave him a hard stare. "What bully types?" He knew the marmalade tom had asked about food as well, but his mind was curious about what he had meant when he mentioned bullies.
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Post by stubinz on Jul 20, 2015 14:03:57 GMT -5
Peanut Butter shrugged again "I think someone called them Hunches or Henches or something like that," he said as he turned and looked in the direction of the car and the gate beyond that. "you know I think I saw a snack cart on the street by the gate, maybey we can score some food there, come on!" he said then began to move in that direction. ((EXIT Peanut Butter hopefully and with a rumbly tumbly stage left!))
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Post by X2 on Jul 20, 2015 14:08:40 GMT -5
Tommy had heard of them, Henches, of course. He had been on the street for a while before being rescued and taken in by the Jellicles. But he had only heard of them by reputation. If he had run into any of them while on the street they had never told him they were from the Hench tribe. Still, he hadn't been able to find Merton anywhere, not since last night. He was a magnet for trouble, and Tommy could only picture that Merton had found himself in trouble, probably with these Henches. "You go on ahead. I'll catch up with you later." He was going Hench hunting. Hoping against hope that it would lead him to Merton.
[Exit Thomas]
[[DEAD]]
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