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Post by Quaxo on Dec 23, 2010 13:03:48 GMT -5
It had taken some time but finally he was here, this junkyard, home of a group of cats that called themselves the Jellicles, was where he was going to find his brother, he was sure.
He walked in bag slung over his shoulder, a determined but happy look on his face.
"Only question is," he muttered to himself, "where to begin?"
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Post by Rumpleteazer on Dec 23, 2010 14:40:15 GMT -5
Rumpleteazer had finally ditched her twin, which wasn't a very easy task. And now she was wandering around the junkyard, looking for someone to annoy. She wasn't very fond of being alone, though being around Mungo was tiring.
As she wandered toward the entrance, she caught sight of a tom that didn't look familiar. And she thought she knew everyone in the junkyard... Curious, she made her way toward him, smiling. "Hey. You're new." Subtle was something Rumple was not.
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Post by Quaxo on Dec 23, 2010 14:53:56 GMT -5
Quaxo grinned at the cat, "well I'm new to here anyways." He readjusted the bag on his shoulder, "so, this is the Jellicle junkyard right? Maybe you can help me, I'm looking for someone."
She was curious and not really much else, he kind of got the air of mischievousness from her as well. Probably best to be sure not to leave her alone with your rucksack.
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Post by Rumpleteazer on Dec 23, 2010 15:06:41 GMT -5
Rumple smirked. "I'm Rumpleteazer. And yep, this is the Jellicle Junkyard, in all its glory." She waved her arm up at the piles of junk, giggling. "Sure, I could help you. I know everyone round here."
She gestured toward his headfur, giggling again. "I like yer hair, very punk." And he was pretty cute too, now that she noticed it. Besides, she was getting bored with the toms around here, most of them either too stupid or too high and mighty. New cats were fun.
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Post by Quaxo on Dec 23, 2010 15:19:09 GMT -5
Hmm, attraction, interesting.
"Oh," he said, "how rude of me. He held out this hand, "my name is Quaxo, pleasure to meet you."
At her comment on his hair, he winked, "thanks, I quite like it myself."
"OK, so I'm looking for a tom I was told lived around here, he'd probably be similarly built to me, but he kind of...what's the word? Sparkles."
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Post by Rumpleteazer on Dec 23, 2010 15:42:11 GMT -5
She shook his hand, grinning. "Nice to meet cha, Quaxo." Rumple crossed her arms over her chest, idly playing with the pearls around her neck. "Sparkles? Sweetie, only one cat around here sparkles. Mista Mistoffelees."
She raised an eyebrow. "What do ya want with Misto?" Sure, Misto could take care of himself, but she didn't want to be at fault if she led some stranger to Misto, and he ended up hurt again. She hated getting blamed for things.
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Post by Maturin on Dec 23, 2010 15:43:20 GMT -5
"Sparkles like a chandelier or sparkles like the rhinestones on a gaudy drag queen?"
Addressing the two from his seat on a stained and tattered Laz-E-Boy, the refined siamese tom smiled. "Your answer does matter."
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Post by Quaxo on Dec 23, 2010 15:51:02 GMT -5
He laughed a little at that, "Mr. Mistoffelees now is it?" He paused a moment at her question, choosing his words carefully, "Mistoffelees and I knew each other a very long time ago, we were quite close. We got separated and haven't seen each other since, so I decided to look him up."
He looked around for the source of the second voice, smiling slightly as his eyes found the Siamese, "much more like rhinestones last time I saw him, though I would rather prefer if you didn't refer to it as like a 'gaudy drag queen.' And you are?"
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Post by Rumpleteazer on Dec 23, 2010 16:03:13 GMT -5
She nodded at his answer. That sounded fine. And she wasn't feeling protective enough to interrogate him. Misto could protect himself, she reasoned.
Rumple's eyes flashed over to the Laz-E-Boy, and she made a face. "Creeper. How long have you been sitting there?" She wasn't entirely fond of Maturin, for some reason. Maybe it was her dislike of the older cats, always spoiling her and Mungo's fun. "I don't think Misto sparkles like either of those, he ain't gaudy, for sure."
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Post by Maturin on Dec 23, 2010 16:39:37 GMT -5
His head canted to the side in a rather arrogant manner, and also to allow his sleek, diamond-studded black leather collar to glint in reaction to the movement. He smiled charmingly; a smile he'd won many queens over with. Now, it just furthered his impression of being a cocky asshole.
"On the contrary. You say Mistoffelees, I say 'RuPaul's failed apprentice'. But we are all entitled to our opinions here, aren't we?" he purred, his tail tip curling. "It doesn't matter how long I've been sitting here, Rumpleteazer. Not my fault if you aren't aware of your environment."
He got to his feet, tugging once at his khaki pants and then at the soft brown waistcoat he wore. There was no doubt that his clothes were expensive and he came from a very, very wealthy home. "Maturin in my name, sir."
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Post by Quaxo on Dec 23, 2010 16:51:19 GMT -5
Quaxo frowned, restraining himself from hissing, "and I say you'd better watch your mouth you smarmy bastard," as if he was going to let this loser get away with talking about his brother like that.
As he stood and announced his name, Quaxo rolled his eyes, "I've decided I don't really care all that much to be honest."
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Post by Maturin on Dec 23, 2010 17:01:08 GMT -5
He appeared to be wholly unaffected by Quaxo's reaction. "Of course you don't. Why would you, now that I've made my opinion clear - which greatly offends you and doesn't comply with your own?" Maturin smiled. "It's very normal behavior."
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Post by Rumpleteazer on Dec 23, 2010 17:04:10 GMT -5
Rumple rolled here eyes, and muttered to Quaxo, "And bein' an asshole is his game." Right, this was why she hated Maturin. She and Mungo were gonna have to find his human home soon and make a little trip out there. If his collar was any indication, the family had to be loaded, and nothing cheered her up better than a good haul.
She shrugged. "Ignore him. It's wot I do." She sniffed and brushed off her black and blue plaid skirt, before glancing back at Quaxo. "Eh, don't worry about it. Maturin don't care about anything unless it's got boobs."
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Post by Quaxo on Dec 23, 2010 17:07:17 GMT -5
He threw another glare towards the Siamese before turning his back on him completely. "So, do you have any idea where I could find my br--, I mean, Mistoffelees?"
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Post by Maturin on Dec 23, 2010 17:09:55 GMT -5
Rumpleteazer's reaction only fueled him. He thrived on it. Bearing his blindingly white teeth as he grinned, Maturin flicked his tail to the side and allowed his eyes to wander over the queen's figure for effect. "They best be real and big too, my darling."
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Post by Rumpleteazer on Dec 23, 2010 17:22:19 GMT -5
Rumple was about to answer Quaxo when she heard Maturin's comment, turned, and caught him staring at her. She shuddered, her face twisted in disgust. "Everlasting Cat!" Yes, her bra was stuffed, but just enough to bump her up to a B cup. And how the hell did he know that? Not even Mungo could tell, usually, and he grew up with her.
"Pervert! I'm half your age! I would punch you if you weren't so damn tall!" She shuddered again, and turned back to Quaxo. "Yes. He's around here somewhere. I don't know exactly where, but I'll help you look if it means getting away from him." She jerked her thumb over her shoulder. Maturin's comment meant she completely missed Quaxo's slip.
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Post by Quaxo on Dec 23, 2010 17:27:29 GMT -5
Quaxo turned back, dropping his bag at his side and glaring up at Maturin. "Look buddy, I don't know how you're used to being treated around here, but as far as I'm concerned you've overstayed your welcome with us, so unless you feel like losing those pearly whites of yours, I'd suggest you back the fuck off."
Something about this cat really set him off, he could feel the pride and arrogance rolling off of him. It was disgusting.
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Post by Maturin on Dec 23, 2010 17:36:41 GMT -5
Maturin laughed. "You're a newcomer, I'm not. Mind yourself, lad, and check your boiling point while you're at it. It won't do you much good to be so quick to have your feelings hurt! You're a grown tom, now."
He grasped the front of his waistcoat, looking pretty dapper. "Rumpleteazer's used to it."
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Post by Rumpleteazer on Dec 23, 2010 17:50:56 GMT -5
Rumple sneered, jutting her hip out and propping her fist on her hip. "Just because I'm used to your perving don't mean I like it, Maturin. 'Specially when I'm tryin' to get to know a new tom. I don' need ya scarin' him off."
She sighed, and placed a hand on Quaxo's arm. "Let it go, he loses interest eventually." She was used to this, unfortunately. Thankfully he left her alone when she was with Mungo, since her brother lost his temper a bit too often with the sleazy Siamese. Maturin gave her the creeps.
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Post by Quaxo on Dec 23, 2010 17:58:28 GMT -5
"Whatever," he said, picking up his bag. You're here for your brother, not to pick a fight
He turned back to Rumpleteazer, "OK, lead on then, let's go find us a cat."
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Post by Rumpleteazer on Dec 23, 2010 18:12:22 GMT -5
"Yeah, sure." She smiled, quickly walking past Maturin towards the center of the junkyard. She ignored the urge to hit the older tom as she walked past, and glanced back at Quaxo as she led him around the piles of junk.
"Hmm... Let's see... Misto really could be anywhere..... I guess we'll look by the tire and car first, see if he's anywhere around there. We can always ask someone, Victoria and Victor would know where he was..." Rumple had the annoying habit of thinking aloud, speaking of things and cats as if she expected her listener to know exactly what she meant. She didn't clarify, either, just kept walking into the junkyard.
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Post by Quaxo on Dec 23, 2010 18:18:23 GMT -5
He followed her, weaving through the yard, nodding and smiling as she rattled off places and names that meant nothing to him.
"He's definitely here though right?"
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Post by Rumpleteazer on Dec 23, 2010 19:08:46 GMT -5
Rumple nodded. "Oh, yeah. He's usually around, unless he goes back to his family's house. But I'm pretty sure I saw him here earlier."
They had reached the main area of the junkyard, and Rumple made her way to the pipe, bending down to peer into the darkness. "Misto?" she called hesitantly. Sure, she was on fairly good terms with the tuxedo cat, but they weren't best buddies. She hoped he was around here, it would be tedious to search the whole junkyard.
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Post by Mistoffelees on Dec 23, 2010 21:52:18 GMT -5
The pipe was an area Mistoffelees claimed for himself, yet he was absolutely perturbed by it at that moment. It smelled of sex. Not just any sex, but all too familiar toms with said sex. This was HIS pipe. Sure, that might have been assholish to claim it for his own, but the cats always took to the outside of it. Inside, Mistoffelees would rest. He would often make the transition from his street clothes to his tuxedo there.
At the sound, he sighed reluctantly and crawled out of the pipe, dusting off the front of his black skinny jeans, the ones with just a hint of sparkle that thrilled him to bits, and often led to a lot of "FAG!" remarks. Solid black that day for him, not that it was much of a difference from other day to day variety.
"Damn Plato and Alonzo," he muttered, eyes moving from her to the new cat with no recognition. He always talked about his past being a mystery, and to him it was. He'd been at the junkyard for so long that the thought of a previous life had vanished from his head.
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Post by Quaxo on Dec 23, 2010 22:09:08 GMT -5
Quaxo dropped his bag as Misto emerged. He couldn't believe it, after all this time he finally found him, they were finally back together.
"Oh my God," he said, "it's you...it's really you." Tears came to his eyes as he walked towards him, "Misto, you can't possible remember me...but, well I'm your brother. God I missed you."
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Post by Mistoffelees on Dec 23, 2010 22:12:27 GMT -5
The tuxedo cat blinked. And blinked. And blinked some more. Say what? That was one of the weirdest things he'd heard in his life, if not the weirdest. His brother? He didn't have a brother. Not that he knew of. He didn't know much, though never cared much either. "I don't think I've seen you before."
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Post by Rumpleteazer on Dec 23, 2010 22:15:15 GMT -5
Rumple grinned as Misto emerged. "Oh, awesome, I found you! Great..." She trailed off as Quaxo approached the pipe, and took a few steps back. Wait, his brother? She glanced between the two toms for a moment before looking at her feet.
"Huh. Well. I should be going..." She trailed off again, and turned to leave. Why didn't Quaxo tell her the truth? Did he think she wouldn't believe him? Stranger things had happened in the junkyard.
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Post by Quaxo on Dec 23, 2010 22:17:23 GMT -5
Quaxo laughed softly, "no of course you wouldn't remember, we haven't seen each other for just shy of 17 years." He wiped at his eyes, "I realize this must be hard to believe, but it's true, I promise. What can I do to convince you?"
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Post by Mistoffelees on Dec 24, 2010 0:22:27 GMT -5
"Wait-" Mistoffelees said to Rumpleteazer, extending an arm though he let it fall. He sometimes looked down upon the thief duo, maybe because he was a bit too goody-goody for them. He didn't really know. But this was scaring him, this stranger. Convincing him? How? Things being true? Everlasting Cat.
"I..."
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Post by Quaxo on Dec 24, 2010 0:31:45 GMT -5
Quaxo looked at his feet, of course he wouldn't believe him. It was ridiculous, but...he had come all this way, he had to convince him. He...he just had to!
"I'm sorry Misto, really I am," he sighed, "but..." a tear fell, "you just have to believe me. It's true."
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