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Post by paranoid on Jun 12, 2010 21:38:40 GMT -5
Cinder stumbled into the junkyard, whimpering softly. A show, is all it was... to an extent. Plenty of self-harm was involved to make it was real as impossible. Generally she would never allow herself to be harmed quite so much, but... well, it was for good reason.
For the most part they were bad bruises, sensitive to the touch. Plenty of scratches were present, as well; covered and caked in dirt. She sure was a sight. It hurt like a motherfucker, but, that was part of it, right? Sympathy? She wasn't going to half-ass this; she needed to gain trust somehow.
And Jellicles were usually complete suckers for a damsel in distress.
She finally collapsed beside a shreded re-tread, curling up on the ground. It was mostly theatrics - she could handle the pain, so long as she had agreed to it - but it looked real, especially with the blood seeping slowly to the ground. Some could argue she'd gone overboard but... This was Cinder. It's just how she worked.
One eye peeked open curiously. She didn't want to call for help. Not yet. If she was really in pain, and didn't know where she was, calling for help would be stupid. She wanted to play dumb. Jellicles? What were Jellicles? Yeah... She wanted them to take care of her and nurse her and 'make it all better'. Blend with the society as best as possible so no one would suspect when shit started to go down... yes...
What could go wrong?
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Post by flashgordon on Jun 12, 2010 22:06:34 GMT -5
Munkustrap climbed up onto a large junk pile as her surveyed the junkyard; the high vantage point always aided in that, for obvious reasons. All seemed well; kittens playing, everyone going about their normal business. But even as he thought that, his ears shifted, and he picked up on something strange. It sounded distressed, some sort of ragged breathing. A troubled expression crossed his face as he started down the pile and towards the noise, worried it was a hurt kitten. And god only knew what could be wrong.
Instead he was greeted with the site of the black and white queen, her clothing torn; only a mangled shred of a small top remained, and, it was hard to tell from the angle he was at, but her shorts appeared to be all but gone. She was curled into a tight ball, bleeding slowly but steadily from several large cuts on her sides. He almost rushed up to her, startled, but realized he had no clue of who she was, and didn't want to scare her worse. So, he walked slowly to her, looking her over, but not touching her yet. She was still breathing, but now her eyes were clenched shut. Munkustrap looked around worriedly, wondering if anyone was nearby. He didn't want to move her by himself, but he leaned down, carefully putting a paw to her, which she winced away from.
God, he didn't know what to do. He was afraid of hurting her worse by moving her...
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Post by gingertealeaf on Jun 13, 2010 12:56:46 GMT -5
Rumpel knew that black and white cat. She stood out of site, sheltered by an old ripped tarpaulin, she watched as Munkustrap approached the injured queen, he was always a sucker like that. If there was trouble old Munks would be there, one of these days he would walk himself right into a trap.....
She started to question the queens injuries, she knew what Cinder was capable of and there was Munkustrap tending to these bleeding cries of attention.
It looked as though playtime was over.
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Post by flashgordon on Jun 15, 2010 23:16:19 GMT -5
The silver tabby very gently leaned down, picking up the queen in his arms. He needed to move her somewhere better, at least. Tidier and cleaner. She certainly couldn't be well tended out here, no...
He didn't notice Rumpleteazer. The smell of blood was too strong in the air, especially with her held close, so there was no chance of him smelling her, seeing her, or hearing her. Not unless she wanted to be noticed. He was blissfully unaware of any of the worries that the queen may hold for the one he held, simply trudging forward more to the heart of the junkyard, knowing someone there could help.
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Post by gingertealeaf on Jun 17, 2010 13:21:22 GMT -5
Carefully she picked her route through the junkyard, half following Munkustrap but half not, if anyone saw her she could casually throw them a lie...Off to find Plato...tch, no....just looking for somewhere to sunbathe maybe.....she would find an excuse if the need came.
At this point in time she wasn't even sure of her intentions, curiosity was making her follow. How would Cinder react to seeing her there, why was she there? Were her injuries her own deviousness? Who was behind all of this? So many questions that needed an answer.
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Post by lonzo on Jun 18, 2010 0:03:12 GMT -5
'Lonzo was sunbathing on the hood of a car in the middle of the Yard when he heard someone coming. He lazily opened his eyes, expecting the kittens or something. They were usually up and about at this time of day. He couldn't make them out just yet, but he thought he saw gray and black. Munkustrap? What was he doing? The black and white Tom sat up a bit straighter and then heard more rustling from somewhere else. He turned his head, squinted, and thought he saw orange. Rumpleteazer or Mungojerrie?
Whatever the case, he didn't care much for being disturbed while sleeping. But hey, it wasn't that big of a deal. He hoped down from the car to see who was on the ground. "Hey, who's there?"
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Post by flashgordon on Jun 19, 2010 4:59:21 GMT -5
Munkustrap's ears perked up immedietly, looking in the direction of the black and white tom.
"Alonzo?" He somewhat called, looking worriedly down at the queen in his arms. He felt strangely unsure of what to do in the situation... it wasn't normal for him. But he wasn't sure where everyone was... and frankly was not the best with first aid. As far as he knew, he would only hurt this queen worse.
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Post by gingertealeaf on Jun 21, 2010 14:24:21 GMT -5
Hearing Munkustrap call to Alonzo, Rumpel panicked and froze, hopefully she hadn't been seen yet. She wanted to talk to the other queen in private without the other Jellicles associating the pair but how? In that state Munkustrap would surely want to keep an eye on her at all times. She rolled her eyes...always the gentleman.
Maybe she should interject the situation, become a part of whatever it was that was going on, this way she could stand more of a chance to get close to Cinder, maybe even talk to her in private.
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Post by lonzo on Jun 23, 2010 0:13:29 GMT -5
"Munkustrap?" The black and white Tom sensed an urgency in the Leader's voice and quickly went to see what was happening. He jumped over old cars, boxes, and leaped down to the ground as he neared them. He didn't notice Rumple either, so she was still safe.
"Holy Pollicle! What happened to her?" Alonzo gasped, taken back a bit. He wasn't expecting this at all. He looked over the Queen in Munkustrap's arms, eyes wide with a little fear. What was going on? He wasn't used to these kinds of things happening, and when they did, he wasn't good at dealing with them. Plato needed to be there, he couldn't handle things like this on his own. Surely he would say something stupid.
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Post by Plato on Jun 23, 2010 9:18:06 GMT -5
And, as if there was some sort of magnet, whenever Plato was needed, he usually was there.
"Hey faggot!" he greeted, running up as he hopped on Alonzo piggyback-style, only then noticing the queen. "Whoa!!!!" Jumping off, he landed in more of a heap before he pulled himself to his feet. "Dude... is she... dead or alive?" A memory came of Claudia, the grotesqueness of her body. This wasn't so bad as that but, well, it wasn't pretty. Already, he took off his tshirt and draped it over the queen's form to cover her up a bit. "... she's not like... related to anyone here, is she?" Because that time was such a nightmare with Victor and Tumblebrutus...
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Post by flashgordon on Jul 18, 2010 23:11:58 GMT -5
"I don't think so." Munkustrap said, a deep frown on his face. "But she's alive. I'm not sure how far gone she is, but she looks pretty bad. We need to take her somewhere safe where we can help her."
He looked to the younger toms (though in reality, not much younger than he) with a no-nonsense expression. "I'll take her over to my den for now, see if we can find someone with more knowledge that can help. She needs it as soon as possible."
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Post by lonzo on Jul 21, 2010 18:44:48 GMT -5
Lonzo stuttered, and lurched forward a bit as Plato jumped on and then off his back. He grinned lopsidedly at first, then turned his attention back to the injured Queen and Munkustrap. He frowned, crossed his arms, and breathed heavily through his nose. What in the hell?
"Do you need us to go with you or. . . ?" The black and white Tom looked questioningly at his Leader. What was he supposed to do now? He was smarter than Plato, that was for sure, so he could probably be more help. But he didn't really want to do anything alone. He had that Leadership instinct, not as much as Munkus, but he still felt that need to lead and help others.
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Post by Plato on Jul 21, 2010 20:10:21 GMT -5
Plato looked between the pair, both hands lifting to indicate he had no clue what to do. It was good that Alonzo was there. Alonzo was a lot better than him at this sort of stuff. Even though Plato was better than him at about everything else.
"Uh..."
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Post by demeter1 on Aug 29, 2010 19:31:19 GMT -5
Demeter watched uneasily from a shadowed corner of the junkyard. It was hard to be sure sine the queen was covered in scratches and dirt, but she had a horrible feeling she knew the emaciated queen that Munkustrap and Plato were tending to.
Best to wait, she thought.
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Post by Alonzo on Sept 3, 2010 17:43:32 GMT -5
Well this whole thing was causing the cats to come from every nook and cranny it seemed. Too much attention wouldn't do any good for the queen who had seen -enough- action just recently. Stepping closer to the striped tom, he shielded the queen within his arm from view of those lookie loos and the lot.
"Straps, shouldn't we move her to a ..more private area? Get Jenny or something? She's good when it comes to this stuff...right?" He hated sounding so unsure about everything, but in cases like the one happening he really was clueless.
Glancing over his shoulder to Plato his partner in crime who at the moment was too quiet for his own good.
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Post by flashgordon on Sept 5, 2010 10:19:46 GMT -5
The silver tabby nodded, a deep frown given as he looked between the others. "I'm taking her to Jenny now, I don't want anyone following unless they can help, alright?" He kept his voice firm, tucking the black and white queen against his body carefully before turning, starting in the direction of the motherly queen's den.
God, this was horrid.
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