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Post by Mariska on Mar 13, 2012 12:07:07 GMT -8
One month after fate She would sit there, as she had for a good amount of time now. She had stopped trying to count the days, because as far as she could tell time didn't matter to her at this point. The shelter around her was the size of a walk in closet, and the ceilings hung low. She had been lucky to be the first to find it after the bombs had gone off and the city was in chaos. The wall she leaned against was, in fact, a wall (as was the roof) from one of the homes that had been hit, while the ones opposite and around her were more like piles of fragmented concrete, possibly from the foundation of another home. The walls were littered with various peeking holes that she had made in order to better make sure she was safe and alone. Between the wall she leaned on and the beginning of the concrete was an archway with a ramp-like floor that she would sneak in and out of during the night to gather food, water, and anything else she could find. From it hung her faded red sweater, now very dirty and with a hole or two in the sleeve. Mariska herself looked less than ideal as well. When the bombs went off, an explosion had blown through her apartment and knocked her out, subsequently releasing Sebastian from her home. She had not seen him since. The dark red hair above her left eye was caked with blood, staining it an even deeper color. She had been unable to wash it since waking up in the remains of her apartment. Her face, hands, and bare feet were covered in dirt as well and she did her best to not look at them for long, as it made her feel sick. She hated being unclean. Yellow eyes scanned the "room" she sat in and she sighed. She had been managing fairly well, she believed, and she felt safe enough for now. She armed herself with a metal baseball bat she had discovered in the rubble, and the food, while scarce, was enough to keep her and Indigo alive, though she admitted to giving him more than he needed. Indigo now made a little squeaking noise and climbed out of the cargo pocket in her grey pants, those too having been found in the area surrounding. The rat twitched his whiskers and scaled the girl, using her white tank top as a grip, and, after a minute, he would perch on her right shoulder. “ Evening.” she would smile at him. It was still a few hours from the sun setting, so they would continue to wait in near silence, the occasional squeak escaping from Indigo.
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Post by Vespyr on Mar 13, 2012 22:06:41 GMT -8
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What a fine day it had been.
Fleesh padded along the roof ledge of an empty shop on Long Beach Boulevard. From this height, he could see a fair amount of the city; reflected in his singular amber orb were Downtown's remote rooftops and beyond the city skyline, a hint of the sea. Each small wave's crest glinted the afternoon sunlight; at a distance, the entire ocean glittered. Albeit, as seen through the overabundance of smog hovering still like a pestilence on the horizon, it seemed a bit dull. Still, a nice enough view for a cat. Fleesh was no lover of beauty but he could appreciate what he saw. Smog or no smog, to see the ocean always made him feel small.
And that was important.
He trotted on, and coming to the edge of the roof, leapt down onto the remains of an awning. The striped fabric had been mostly burned away, but the framework still remained for the cat to pad casually along with the unperturbed ease of an tightrope walker. From there he jumped down to the top of an exploded refrigerator, and finally, to the ground. All the while, his ears remained perked forward attentively. In the case that something were to come harsh the mellow of his pleasant afternoon, he was ready. A cat, of course, is always ready.
It was then that the air carried to him a faintly recognizable human scent. Fleesh stopped and sniffed casually at the air, his curiosity piqued. The odor was of a female human he had met before, obviously... but he couldn't remember who. So he followed it.
His keen nose led him to a pile of rubble. Perhaps he was smelling a corpse, buried here? But no, there was no decomposition in the scent... only the foulness particular to humans when they did not practice good hygiene. But where was she?
The lean orange cat padded about in the rubble for a few minutes, trailing the scent along through a few cracks and crevices, until he found what appeared to be a tunnel, or a ramp, that led into the heart of the rubble. By now his curiosity was stabilized, for he had found her. To his surprise, as he padded nonchalantly into the hideout as if it were is own home, he found the female human that he'd met briefly awhile ago...
His single amber eye was fixed uncannily on her as he recalled the 'conversation' they'd had, although he had a hard time remembering where it had led to. He must have fallen asleep. But at present, he sat up straight, rather politely, and faintly purred in greeting.
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Post by Mariska on Mar 13, 2012 23:39:06 GMT -8
The sun still had not set, and so Mariska still sat. As if a godsend, or some other entity, some entertainment finally came her way. She looked to the “door” of her shelter to see a familiar face. Looking back at her was the Cat she had met some time ago, and she would greet him cheerfully.
“Hi Cat.” The words would come out hoarse. She spoke rarely these days, even less than before the chaos began, and the irritation of speaking once more took its toll on her throat. The Cat was a very good listener, if she recalled correctly, and she was pleased to see him unharmed by what was going on around them. She would lightly tap her leg to encourage him to come over to her, and if he did and would let her do so, she would outstretch a hand for him to smell. She loved Indigo's company, but she was excited to see a familiar face, and hoped he would at least stay for a while.
Hoping to entice him to stay further, she would offer him some water, using a shallow cup as a way to let him drink if he wanted. Indigo, still perched on her shoulder would twitch his whiskers and let out a squeak in protest of the visitor that he registered as a predator getting special treatment.
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Post by Vespyr on Mar 15, 2012 17:38:30 GMT -8
=_<
The tips of Fleesh's orange ears edged forward, ever-so-slightly, in response to the girl's greeting, and he bent forward to sniff at her proffered hand as one might kiss the hand of a lady. He did so only to be cordial, of course; it was always an amusement to felines when humans proffered their hands as such. Why? Firstly, because such a gesture went off the assumption that the cat wanted to smell them, which was hardly ever the case. Secondly, because it is so typical of humans to obey socially 'mandatory' behaviors like always greeting people no matter what. Politeness. If someone doesn't acknowledge your existence, they are simply rude and have no manners, according to the human race. The cats had learned this, and if they—for reasons—did not want to appear standoffish, they simply went along with it.
And so Fleesh politely, like a good house guest, greeted the lady in the manner of her choosing and then politely accepted when she offered him a drink. With the cup on the ground between his front paws, he lowered first his haunches and then his well-groomed chest to the floor and feigned a drink. Not thirsty at all and aware that clean water was hard to come by, therefore the girl should really be saving this for her own sustenance, Fleesh merely had to lap at the water with his tongue to give the impression that he actually drank.
Benefit of being a cat: you hardly ever have to try very hard to be discreet about anything.
Fleesh, after a long, satisfying 'drink', lifted his leonine head and glanced at the small creature that was perched so enticingly on his hostess' shoulder. His sights didn't linger on the rat for more than a moment, but that was all the time it took to flash a devilishly threatening glint of the eye; an animalistic sort of thing that only animals would understand, of course. (So discreet.)
Before his hostess could blink his amber gaze would be fixed on her again, somewhat indifferently.
Casual. Like old friends getting together for dinner.
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Post by Mariska on Mar 20, 2012 14:27:10 GMT -8
She was pleased when the cat sniffed her hand. Good Cat.[/b] She had always been fond of cats, they were excellent companions. Her constant moving, however, meant that it was far too difficult to find a place of residence that allowed felines. Plus, Indigo was far more portable than a cat. She would watch him drink and again was pleased he accepted her offerings. She reached out to take the cup back, pouring the excess water back into the bottle. Indigo would make eye contact with Cat and shudder. Indigo did not like this visitor and would let it know by scooting closer to Mother's neck, hiding behind her hair.
Mariska would furrow her eyebrows at this. She chose to ignore Indigo. He was not a very good host. She sat silent, looking at the cat, still smiling slightly. She wasn't sure what to say to him, not that he could say anything back really. To avoid awkwardness she would simply ask:
"Have you been doing well?" God, she was terrible at dinner parties.
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Post by Vespyr on Mar 22, 2012 19:00:51 GMT -8
=.^...?
The girl was smiling. Fleesh, in turn, remained cordial by closing his one eye slowly to show that he was comfortable in her presence. He didn't understand her words, per se, but the tone was a familiar one and he could decipher two things:
1. She was inquiring something of him. 2. Her tone was casual, friendly, and the words sounded generic. From observing humans say this kind of thing to each other he knew that the appropriate response was usually something just as casual, friendly, and generic. Even if their mood didn't quite match the sentiment, they would often lie. (Fleesh always thought that part was somewhat ludicrous.)
To match the girl's 'tone', Fleesh tilted his head casually to one side and glanced off in some arbitrary direction for a moment, as if he were pleasantly considering something. He would nod his leonine head once, ever-so-slightly, a perfect imitation of the typical 'Yeah, I've been doing pretty well' response. Then he returned his amber gaze to the girl, and tried his hardest to lift his brow. This was difficult because cats don't really have eyebrows, but he was still able to give off the impression of raising his brow as if to say, 'and you, Miss?' by widening his eye a little bit and regarding her with polite curiosity.
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Post by Mariska on Apr 3, 2012 21:12:19 GMT -8
This cat was classy. Mariska was taken aback by how polite he was. She had no doubt he got all the lady cats. It was probably the eye patch, ladies love eye patches. She began to ponder the complexities of human greetings. Clearly things were not going well, but she felt compelled to take his response (could she even call it that?) as the truth. Could the cat even comprehend what she was asking or was he just doing cat things that she was misinterpreting? Wait a second. Did he just raise his eyebrow?? Can cats even do that?? She was caught a little off guard
“I…uh…I’m doing okay.” She would stammer out, looking around her shelter. She wondered where Cat had been staying during all of this. He looked well cared for, so he must have found an owner of sorts. The sun had set not too long before she replied to her guest. She really did enjoy his company, but there were so many things to do.
Snatching her sweater from the door, she asked “Wanna come scavenging?” as she slipped the worn garment over her head. She would wait for his response, if there was any, before securing Indigo in her pocket and quietly crawling out the door. If the cat chose to come with her, she would be happy to have the extra pai- err – single eye. If he decided to escape into the night, she would bid him farewell and hope he got home safely.
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