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Post by psychicgrunge on Jun 10, 2010 20:59:00 GMT -5
"Was there someone else with you?" Coricopat asked. He felt someone else. Giving in to the inevitable, he let his mind search. He had enough feeling that something was wrong to permit the deviation from his normal avoiding of such activities.
"Shit!" Coricopat said, clutching his head. That was unexpected. Bloody Misto and his painful mind. Even worse when he seemed to be so scared.
"What's wrong with Misto?" he asked.
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Post by Tumblebrutus on Jun 10, 2010 21:34:43 GMT -5
Tumblebrutus was about to answer yes when he watched the other, his gestures, his movement. And his swear. And--
"How'd you know Mr. Mistoffelees was with us?" the cat asked before seeming to realize the situation. The question.
"What's wrong with him?" he asked, not quite even processing the other didn't know. "He.. he was looking for my brother before. That was all. Is.. is he upset because... because of me? Guilt?" Almost hopeful.
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Post by psychicgrunge on Jun 10, 2010 21:44:15 GMT -5
Coricopat opened his mouth, but rather than answering, he cocked his head to the side.
Then he took off, running in the direction of Mistoffelees.
He stopped when he found Misto by himself.
"Was there someone else here?" he asked.
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Post by Mistoffelees on Jun 10, 2010 22:19:28 GMT -5
Mistoffelees became tense as he lifted his head, the slices on his cheek still flowing from blood, that shirt soaked, his flesh otherwise pale. He shivered and tried to curl up. The problem of multiple cats with powers were the conflict. The energy. Mistoffelees tried to guard himself, to pull up a sort of shield, but his body ached, he felt weak.
Small fists rubbed at his eyes furiously as he sniveled.
"No."
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Post by psychicgrunge on Jun 10, 2010 22:28:23 GMT -5
"It stung," Coricopat said. "That doesn't happen without someone else. You're too strong. I can't shut you out."
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Post by Mistoffelees on Jun 10, 2010 22:34:13 GMT -5
Mistoffelees shook his head, not lowering his head. "Don't," he said, partly in warning, the other in a plea. He wouldn't think about it. He wouldn't think about the fear, the pain, the one responsible.
His stomach knotted up, and his face stung further, a whimper escaping.
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Post by kamaria on Jun 11, 2010 3:50:29 GMT -5
Kamaria was torn. Stay with Tumble, or follow Cori to see what had happened to Misto?
Ears flattened back in distress, Kamaria absentmindedly hugged herself.
"I'm not sure what to do here, Tumble," she said quietly.
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Post by Tumblebrutus on Jun 11, 2010 9:19:20 GMT -5
The tom turned his head, biting his lower lip before he gave the headstone a last squeeze and rose to his feet. "Come on..." He led the way, breaking into a run in the direction Coricopat had gone, rounding the hill before coming to an abrupt stop, heels digging into the dirt, tail becoming rigid, hairs pulled out wide as he a hand pressed to his mouth.
Blood.
So. Much. Blood.
"Pounce..." he whispered, a step taken backward, then another. There was too much blood. Too much. A look was given to Kamaria then, disorientation. Claudia? No. It couldn't have been. He was just there.
Another step taken, then another.
Help. He needed help. He needed a sort of stability.
His tail pulled snugly against the back of his legs, one step and then another until he was finding himself at a greater distance. "D-don't go there--don't--you'll die, too-" he formulated, unsure of the words, the sentences. The everything. It was against him. Victor had Mistoffelees, and then there was blood. Everyone knew. There was blood. Tumblebrutus was foolish. Everyone knew. There was blood. A repeated circle.
"I need to go now," he said softly, hands covering his eyes. Unsure of himself, no move made. "I... I need to go."
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Post by kamaria on Jun 11, 2010 17:04:34 GMT -5
Kamaria followed at the heels of Tumble, and skidded to a halt when they reached Mistoffelees and Coricopat.
"What happened? Are you okay?" she asked, worried, hairs at the back of her neck standing up. She was thoroughly unsettled, now.
Tumble's confusion and disjointed mutterings made her change focus, though. She hesitantly put a hand on his shoulder.
"...Tumble?"
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Post by Tumblebrutus on Jun 11, 2010 23:09:46 GMT -5
He tried to blink back tears as he shook his head a little bit. "I--I need to go now--I--we need---now--we need to go." Terror. Pain. Blood. So much blood.
He hated blood.
He wanted to block it out. To not see it.
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Post by psychicgrunge on Jun 11, 2010 23:28:31 GMT -5
Coricopat's head twitched. The angst was getting to him. He needed more nip to block it out.
For the moment though, he glared at Mistoffelees. He was searching for the answer Misto wouldn't give. He shouldn't do it, but he was still worried.
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Post by Mistoffelees on Jun 12, 2010 9:29:21 GMT -5
"Take him away," Mistoffelees groused out, forcing his head up as he looked at Kamaria. "Take him away." A growl then, a reference to Tumblebrutus. It was enough that Coricopat was there but he couldn't shake the other so easily. It'd be impossible. But if he had to deal with someone, he'd rather deal with fucking one cat than three.
"Get him the fuck away from me," he then snarled at Kamaria, looking directly at her, the blood and scratches on his face fully on display. He'd let Coricopat stay. Maybe wash the wounds. One strike out of three...
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Post by kamaria on Jun 12, 2010 9:35:13 GMT -5
Kamaria recoiled as if Mistoffelees had slapped her face. She had no idea why he was like that all of a sudden, but it scared her. It also upset her. What had she done? Why was he lashing out at her?
She wrapped her arm tighter around Tumblebrutus.
"Come on," she murmured, trying to lead him away. She didn't know where to. Just... away from there.
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Post by Tumblebrutus on Jun 12, 2010 9:59:18 GMT -5
The tomkit nodded his head as he allowed himself to be pulled from the scene, eyes falling shut. He needed to be gone. He needed to be out. Somewhere. He wasn't sure where. But out.
Each step away seemed to alleviate something, more distance between himself, and what really wasn't a good situation at hand.
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Post by kamaria on Jun 12, 2010 10:37:21 GMT -5
"That was... intense," Kamaria murmured, still walking, needing to put more distance between herself and Mistoffelees. His behaviour was disconcerting. She wondered what had happened, but he'd looked like he would tear her throat out if she'd stayed to find out.
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Post by Tumblebrutus on Jun 12, 2010 10:43:38 GMT -5
"I dunno..." he murmured softly, eyes squeezing shut. "I just... don't want to be there... anymore..." The stress was increasing drastically for the tom; he didn't like it.
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Post by kamaria on Jun 12, 2010 10:51:03 GMT -5
Kamaria nodded.
"Lead the way, and I'll go with you. Unless you'd rather be alone," she murmured. He was obviously upset, and while she felt she was rubbish at comforting, she wanted to try.
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Post by Tumblebrutus on Jun 12, 2010 10:59:05 GMT -5
"I don't know where to go." He frowned then as he leaned a little bit against the queen. "I don't know where to go. There's too much stress."
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Post by kamaria on Jun 12, 2010 11:18:31 GMT -5
Kamaria hugged Tumble closer, feeling kind of protective of him, as if he was her little brother.
"Let's go back to the main area of the junkyard. Maybe your dad or brother will be around. Or Pounce," she suggested. She didn't know if that was what he needed, but she was trying, she really was.
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Post by Tumblebrutus on Jun 12, 2010 11:39:48 GMT -5
Tumblebrutus leaned more against he, breathing slowing to a more normal pace. It was nice, this sort of embrace. Really nice, in fact. Nice enough to not verbally reply to finding the others there, to how needy he really was.
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Post by kamaria on Jun 12, 2010 11:44:42 GMT -5
"That's more like it," Kamaria said with a small smile when Tumble started relaxing. A step in the right direction. Good.
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Post by Tumblebrutus on Jun 12, 2010 14:59:30 GMT -5
His pace slowed then, again a little lost, again looking to her for some sort of advice, or something, as if she knew the answers. "I hate blood... " he said after a moment.
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Post by kamaria on Jun 12, 2010 15:14:29 GMT -5
Oh, if only she had all the answers. Life would be so much easier.
"I know you do. I do, too..." she said quietly. She wondered what kind of horrors he'd seen. She knew of his sister, but none of the grisly details.
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Post by Tumblebrutus on Jun 12, 2010 15:34:12 GMT -5
Spotting the pipe, for once not occupied, he climbed up on top of it, somewhat curled. Eyes moved back to that spot. "It's weird. All the Jellicles treat me in two different ways. They either make fun of me, or treat me like a little kid. Only thing that's consistent is that they walk on eggshells around me."
He scraped at a pipe, words a lot wiser than one might take the gangly cat for. A teenager who could be obnoxious and a bit of a troublemaker when in with the right company, aka Pouncival, one who often could be terrified of his own shadow, who desperately latched onto the toms around his age as if they were a safety blanket. But now, Mistoffelees wasn't his anymore, not that he really was in the first place. But those flirts... the way they danced together--
Victor knew, and still took the cat from him.
Maybe he deserved him.
A thought went to Pouncival, and some of the strain. It seemed different, but he couldn't place it. A strain that came and went ever since Tumblebrutus remembered queens and toms coming into the picture with that one embarrassing day. It wasn't like anyone told them, or he really got it until a bit later, and he swore to himself that he would never let George go through what he did emotionally.
"I thought they were making fun of me," he said after a minute. "Doing a bad joke. She'd been gone for a long time. I didn't know."
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Post by kamaria on Jun 12, 2010 16:06:38 GMT -5
Kamaria followed Tumble and sat next to him, pulling her legs up, hugging her knees as she gazed off into nothingness, thinking.
She didn't know Tumble very well, but she had taken an instant liking to him, and it upset her whenever people treated him badly.
"I'm sorry if I fit into either of those categories. I don't mean to, I really don't. I guess I'm guilty of walking on eggshells around you, though," she admitted.
"It's just that... You seem fragile, and I care about you, so I don't want to say or do anything that might upset you."
Hopefully he wouldn't be upset about the 'fragile' comment. She meant well, she really did.
"I'm so sorry. That must've seemed like the cruelest prank ever," she said quietly, glancing at him sideways.
"I don't know the details, but no matter what happened, it must have been horrifying, losing her..."
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Post by Tumblebrutus on Jun 12, 2010 16:15:47 GMT -5
He shifted, arms wrapping around his waist, not exactly tense but unable to relax any. A sadness came to his features, a nod given. "I should have believed them... Munkustrap and Mungojerrie would have no reason to lie. Especially Munkustrap." His palms rubbed together.
"It's messed up, really. Victor got out of it good, but he always did. He can do anything." An admiration he was often silent about, an idealization in a way. "Dad... he's cool. I like him a lot." He stalled, then sighed. "I just wish he'd love me as much as he loves Victor... or Mr. Mistoffelees." A formalization. A separation in his mind. But it seemed true. He was always seeming to be around Mistoffelees, and Victor, well, that was the older son, and Victor did everything.
Maybe he'd just spend more time with his Mom.
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Post by kamaria on Jun 12, 2010 16:27:34 GMT -5
Kamaria nodded, a twinge in her heart when he mentioned Munkustrap, and a slight flutter when he mentioned Skimbleshanks. Urgh, bad timing. Not the moment to start wallowing in confused love-related emotions. She mentally shook herself, focusing on Tumble again.
"You can do anything, too, if you set your mind to it," she said encouragingly. She really believed he could, too. She was a strong believer of the saying 'where there's a will, there's a way'. She tried to be, anyway.
"I like him, too." Oh boy. Liked him, indeed. Wait. Emotion-wallowing again. Another mental shake.
"I'm sure he loves you just as much as Victor and Misto. Have you talked to him about any of this?"
Good cats thinking little of themselves broke Kamaria's heart. Bit backwards, really, since she thought little of herself, too, but that's the way it was.
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Post by Tumblebrutus on Jun 12, 2010 16:34:38 GMT -5
"No," the cat mumbled, again scraping at the pipe with a claw. "That's just what cats say if they know something's true but don't want to believe it." His head shook. "He goes to talk to Victor and Mistoffelees. I'm not a priority. Probably just a disappointment." He lowered his head.
Do anything if he set his mind to it? The only thing he could do was tumble to a degree and dance.
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Post by kamaria on Jun 12, 2010 16:41:04 GMT -5
"That's not true," Kamaria said quietly.
"I still think you should talk to your father. He might not be aware of how he's making you feel."
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Post by Tumblebrutus on Jun 12, 2010 16:59:32 GMT -5
"Why would he care? He'll just tell me he loves me all the same, and that I'm being ridiculous, or tiptoe around me if I do. Besides, he's got his stupid train and everything to attend and doing whatever with Misto and visiting Victor." He snorted, arms folding in front of his chest then, a bit indignantly.
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