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Post by Msterope on Feb 19, 2010 13:04:02 GMT -5
{This thread exists on the same time-line as the Junkyard, and will change when the other one changes.}
DEMETRIUS
He wasn't a cat who slept in. While other cats were still sleeping and catching up on their sleep, Demetrius was up working with the henchcats and making sure everything is in order. It was, afterall his job. Being Overseer, one can't get lazy. One wrong move and then the whole of the henchcats are in an uprising! Mind you, that would just make it easier to punish them for doing things wrong, but again that just is messy and unorganized. Demetrius loved organisation. Perhaps it was one of the reasons he was given the Overseer spot in the first place.
Moving silently, like a ghost, through the archives, Demetrius came upon the little queen he'd made his personal assistant. She was competent, smart, and pretty; but Demetrius had only given her the job because she respected his position and seemed to want to just be helpful. None of that "I want to have your kitten, Demetrius!" or "Oh Demetrius, why can't you just settled down"? Those always irritated him. But she was good enough. He would see how long she lasted.
"Hannah, have you found that file I was looking for?" Glancing up from her work as she sorted through various other files, the little golden tabby reached into her file-folder and pulled out a red-marked file.
"It's been organized alphabetically for you, sir. All currents are marked in blue, all previous are marked in red." Smiling somewhat arrogantly at the young queen, Demetrius gave her an absent stroke across the head. She almost leant into it, but caught herself and went back to her work.
"Thank you Hannah." Demetrius headed out of the archives back towards his room.
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Post by Cayran on Feb 19, 2010 15:54:22 GMT -5
(ATALO)
Being the next Napoleon of Crime, Atalo probably shouldn’t have still been lounging around his den. It was still early by most’s standards, however, Atalo was running slightly behind. He deserved it though…sleeping in that is. If anyone thought any differently, well then, what could they do?
Yawning and rolling out of his bed, Atalo leaned forward, running his fingers along the bridge of his nose. He had never been a “morning” tom, however, he had grown to adapt and get use to the fact that early mornings were just his…curse for being the tom he was. Finally deciding that he could move about and actually become productive, the Persian-esc tom checked his over all appearance before stepping out to wander the halls of the warehouse.
In the dim morning sunlight that cracked through the windows, Atalo looked truly magnificent. He would have been considered either gorgeous in such lighting, or remarkably haunting. It was a trait that he had grown particularly fond of. He smirked as his figure disappeared and reappeared as he went in and out of the sunlight, and with one final turn, Atalo entered the main room of the Warehouse. It was empty and quiet, save for the nervous shuffling of hench cat feet, however Atalo had grown use to it. His father, or someone of value would be up and about soon, but until then, he would clear his mind and prepare for the day to come.
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Post by whisperinthewind on Feb 19, 2010 19:55:34 GMT -5
RIZZIALAE Mornings were certainly not made for Rizzialae. As the brightly colored queen rolled out of bed, she couldn't help but want to fall back against her bed and drift back to sleep. But no, she always had the darnedst time falling asleep once she was already awake in the morning. It was a curse.
"Rizz, you need to learn to get to bed earlier and up earlier," she scolded herself aloud. Standing up, she stretched her arms above her head and made her way over to her vanity. She flicked the only two working lights on the edges of the mirror on and ran a hand through her tangled mane. After checking her reflection for a while to ensure she looked presentable, Rizzie sauntered out of her room and into the empty halls of the Warehouse.
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Post by electricia on Feb 20, 2010 10:01:20 GMT -5
CHONEYCO
Choneyco's ears twitched and he subconscious cringed his nose coming into contact with something fluffy. At nearly the same time the male realized head ache and made a noise like a quiet moan mixed up with a mew. Squeezing his eyes Choney lifted up a paw to rub over his face - and collided with a mass of thick, silky head fur. Finally the memory came back when the tom found out that the nice, tidy room wasn't his own; right, last night had been wonderful ... but it was time to go now. Kissing the small, tiny thing onto her forehead Neyco left the bed and her den. Through the many corridors of the warehouse he passed a mirror and checked himself in the part of a second before heading forwards when Rizzialae caught his eye: "Hey Rizz! Nice morning?" Grinning most friendly Choneyco caught up to the female and nudged her shoulder.
((Bone will come in later; you know ladies need longer in the morning))
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Post by Nemi on Feb 20, 2010 14:11:39 GMT -5
LYSANDRA
Where was she? Lyra opened her heavy eyes and realized how sore her shoulders felt. The room she was in was empty, meaning the tom she 'kept company' the night before had already gone. Some nameless warehouse warrior... or thief, maybe? Lysandra didn't know. She tried to stretch, but recoiled in pain. She reached over her shoulder and cringed. Fresh scratches. Lovely.
She tossed her headfur, thankful that it covered most of the red lines now sitting on her shoulder blade. She made stand up and leave the small, dirty room, trying not to remember the night before, and trying to make something out of today.
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Post by whisperinthewind on Feb 20, 2010 16:06:48 GMT -5
Rizzialae "Morning Choney," Rizzialae greeted. "I'm not much of a morning person, but it's a nice morning I guess." She shrugged.
The striped queen smiled and asked, "What about you, Choneyco? Morning being kind to you?" She ran a hand through her hair and leaned up against her door. She had pretty much failed at trying to get away from her room, and Choneyco was a good excuse to stay near it. And Rizzialae was all up for excuses, if it meant she could get back inside and sleep some more later.
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Post by electricia on Feb 20, 2010 16:40:52 GMT -5
CHONEYCO
Neyco shrugged but nodded: "Me either. But what doesn't one do if duty is calling ..." The tom grimaced and rolled his eyes. The grin kept on his face: "Actually yes, in general. Next to head ache and a minor black-out", he answered quite truly and frowned; he could remember to have talked to and drank several glasses of wine with this queen before they got closer ... surely they 'had' - or not? Choneyco wasn't entirely sure and pretty annoyed in mind; that wouldn't happen once more!
If he hated something it was if he didn't know anymore what or what not happened with whom ...! Finally his full attention turned back to the female in front of him: "You're really enthusiastic about facing 'the law', huh?", Neyco asked with a smirk. It didn't require much effort to recognize that she actually wanted to return to her sweet sleep.
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Post by spectratherestless on Feb 20, 2010 22:22:33 GMT -5
MALPOUR
Malpour chuckled silently to himself as he perfected his "prank". As soon as someone entered the dark room, he would pull the rope, which would cause a pail of water to come tumbling down. The cold water would splash the victim and the pail would land completely over their entire head, cutting off their eyesight. Then they would take a step forward and slip in the puddle of water. He hid himself well in the shadows and patiently waited; this was going to be GOOD.
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Post by Desdemona on Feb 21, 2010 0:49:15 GMT -5
DAMENKA
Damenka groaned as she shifted, half awake. Her body ached a bit and she opened her eyes slightly, the light of the day making her squint. She stretched before she hauled herself off of the blanket covered floor she lay on. She scratched her head; what time was it? Slowly, she walked out of the room she was in and towards the main room of the warehouse. She was sure that at this time it would be essentially empty. Maybe a young tom she could taunt or a dumb queen she could get any news from. She was looking at the ground when she entered the room, scratching her head, trying to ease away an oncoming headache. When she looked up she saw Atalo and froze for a second. This was not the tom she was expecting to run in to. Panic struck her for a moment and she hesitated before shifting to one side of the room and sitting down against the wall. She hoped that she could simply keep quiet and that he wouldn't consider her anyone worth talking to. It was way too early for her to watch what she said.
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Post by x22x on Feb 21, 2010 14:04:11 GMT -5
SYRAVASH:[/b]
His breathing slowly evened out as he glowered down at the unmoving hench cat beneath him. Vash had been up the entire night, and really Vash barely slept at all. Too many schemes, too much chaos inside his mind, and there was just simply not enough time to sleep. He'd get all the sleep he needed once he was dead. Despite the previous claims that he'd live forever to torment all those in the warehouse for all time. Wiping some of the sweat off of his forehead using his bicep. There was some of the henches blood on his paws and arms beneath his elbow. Oh, he definitely took exactly what he wanted from the hench tom before he decided to kill him.
He smirked, knowing full well his own perverse mind was something he picked up on watching his father. Looking around the empty room, he stood back up, and headed towards the corner, picking up a towel and began to wipe the blood from his paws. Random cackles of laughter escaped his mouth as he cleaned himself off. He had left his servants in his room last night, preferring to be alone with the tom, though Vash wasn't modest and didn't mind an audience; from time to time. Throwing the towel down on the dead henches head, Vash left the room. His eyes pierced ever watchful, and he saw Malpour in the distance by a door, snickering to himself. Shaking his head, Vash walked in the opposite direction.
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Post by Cayran on Feb 21, 2010 19:39:56 GMT -5
(ATALO)
Despite what Damenka had wanted, Atalo had seen her. He wasn’t going to speak to her though, he wasn’t stupid. He caught her vibe and quickly took note that he wasn’t wanted around her. Fine by him. He had more important things to do.
Snorting in disproval, the tall white tom cat waved her off. He turned just in time to see Demetrius exit the archives room and quickly followed in pursuit. “Morning Demetrius…” he called, his dark voice echoing through out the hallway. “Busy?” As he approached his brother, collogue, and friend, Atalo quickly eyed him over, once more appreciating his sensual beauty. Atalo was quite grateful that not only was Demetrius someone in whom he could trust, but someone worth looking at as well. He was a two for one package, and Atalo of course, didn’t mind.
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Post by Desdemona on Feb 21, 2010 19:52:33 GMT -5
Damenka
Damenka let out a sigh as she watched Atalo walked away then closed her eyes. Thank Heavyside for that. She opened her eyes and looked around the room, surely someone would be around that she could talk to soon. She waited a few minutes more then, getting impatient, stood up to find someone. She left the room and began walking down a dark hallway, her emerald green eyes adjusting to the light quickly. She came to a doorway, and though she sensed there was something unusual about it, her headache caused her to ignore it and she kept going, unaware that Malpour was waiting on the other side.
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Post by spectratherestless on Feb 21, 2010 20:10:30 GMT -5
MALPOUR
Malpour frowned when he saw Vash pass him; however, his mischievous grin returned once he saw Damenka enter the door. His eyes glowed in excitement. Gripping the rope a little tighter, he pulled down on it, causing the pail of water to fall on her. Malpour fell to the floor laughing, clutching his sides as he looked at the now-soaked queen.
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Post by delorium on Feb 21, 2010 20:43:43 GMT -5
PAIGE
Paige turned the corner slowly. Normally she wasn't this cautious, but these people are evil...supposedly. Well they work for someone evil, is that the same thing? She didn't see anyone and tried to look like she had at least one ounce of confidance. She hadn't seen anyone since she had awoken that morning. She thought she heard some voices from down in the archives, but really didn't want to bother anyone, or be punished. "I can't avoid other cats forever, so I'll just go find some, they'll be nice to there own kind...right?" she thought to herself. This thought cheered her up, until she came across a body with a towel on it's face around the next corner. If she hadn't already seen things like this in WWII books she would've passed out right there. She kept wandering until she found a cat that was...rolling on the ground laughing. "He must be nice enough," She thought. She went up to him and tapped him on the shoulder "Um, Hi, I'm Paige, there's a dead body over there." She said, trying to look like she wasn't about to cry.
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Post by Electra11 on Feb 21, 2010 23:32:59 GMT -5
(Assuming that Paige is with Malpour, not Syravash)
VERITY
Verity had been awake. Oh, yes. She'd been up for hours. She'd gone and prowled the alley in the earlier hours of the morning, looking for food or...physical entertainment (of any kind). Not finding any of either, she'd trailed back to the Warehouse where she'd begun pacing the hallways. She walked past a queen she didn't know, ignoring her. She wasn't up for chatting. She walked past a body of some henchie with a towel over his face and she ignored that too. She was the Spy, she didn't clean up someone else's messes.
Veri kept walking. She came upon Syravash. She got into stride with him. If she couldn't have physical entertainment, she'd have to have mental entertainment. Vash might be able to stimulate her tired (and bored) mind. "Vash," she said in greeting. "We have someone new in the Warehouse. A new recruit?" Verity hadn't seen the queen before, she might just be some tom's plaything. Maybe Vash's.
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