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Post by Alonzo on May 21, 2011 15:16:38 GMT -5
"As far as I'm concerned you're old enough to stop eavesdropping and actually come join in, besides Misto..." his voice trailed off as he heard yelling coming back from the direction of the gathering. He turned around seeing Plato and that new cat glaring at each other, Misto crying on his knees and Victor just standing there.
"OK, it seems we have a crisis that needs averting, so I'm going to do that. Invitation's still open as far as I'm concerned though," he called as he ran off. He slowed down to a quick walk as he got nearer, Plato was pissed...he hadn't been this angry in a long time.
He walked up to him, hearing Admetus' words, "Plato," he put a hand on his shoulder, "calm down, OK?"
He looked at Quaxo, the cat almost appeared to be in pain, he was angry, but tears were falling down his cheeks at the same time, it was like the emotion on his face changed just slightly with every passing second. It was unnerving.
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Post by pike on May 22, 2011 13:26:09 GMT -5
Why couldn't these sorts of things happen when he was sober?
Munkustrap groaned, pinching the bridge of his nose. He didn't know entirely what the fuck was going on, and now a fight was threatening to break out. He didn't know much about Quaxo, barely anything, really, but he did know how Plato fought. Maybe Plato wasn't quite as tall as Alonzo, and was thin from being a stray, but what meat he had on his bones was solid muscle.
Great. Just great.
Munkustrap walked between them, giving a nod to Admetus and Alonzo - it was partly out of thanks, and a bit of an instruction to control Plato. If need be, Munkustrap was certain he could take down Quaxo single handedly, but Quaxo seemed like he'd be willing to listen before Plato would.
"First of all, this is an issue between Mistoffelees and Victor, not everyone else. While it's admirable that you're willing to come to defend them, it's none of your business. It's no one's business, really, except them, and I don't think either of them asked for a mediator."
He sighed and glanced at Misto. "You should have talked to Victor in private. Accusing him in public does nothing good, and it's inexcusable, even if drunk." He turned then to Victor. "You've barely said anything. That's your business, and I'm sorry this got out of hand. However, I would like to request that you take a few minutes to speak with Mistoffelees in private, or if you want a mediator I'd be more than happy to accompany you. That request's not one from my position as the protector, but a personal one since it seems like harsh words were spoken and he'll stew about it for months."
He hoped to hell that Victor would humor him on that one, and even had a bit of a pleading expression. Granted, no one was ever on their best behavior when drunk, but Mistoffelees was always moody, and he'd heard many of the things that Misto had said to Plato (and some of the other "lesser cats" it seemed) in the past. Mistoffelees could be mean.
Munkustrap stepped from Victor and walked to his brother. He leaned to his hear before softly whispering, "after the talk, assuming they talk, I want you to talk to Misto and keep an eye on him tonight. That's not a request."
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Post by Mistoffelees on May 22, 2011 23:09:43 GMT -5
"What the fuck am I supposed to do when he fucking... didn't..." Mistoffelees started to splutter, perplexed and confused, and drunk. He stood up, belt still hanging open, half-crouched trying to keep his balance though that seemed difficult. How had everything changed so much? Victor didn't want to, wasn't in the mood, and Misto just wanted to know what was wrong. That was all.
Then he became a whore somehow.
And Munk was being holier than thou and ugh.
"Go blow a pollicle, Munkus," Misto muttered, thinking it was beneath his breath but, in drunken state, probably a little louder than intended.
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Post by Plato on May 23, 2011 17:34:07 GMT -5
Plato still looked tense and angry. He wasn't used to Admetus raising his voice, and for a moment tensed up more because of it, then there was Alonzo trying to calm him down, and Munkustrap using the big words and huge attitude like he was better than everyone.
For a moment, his shoulders relaxed when he heard Mistoffelees mutter. He nodded at Alonzo, then Admetus, a silent gesture to indicate that he was okay. Munkustrap said his piece, as had Quaxo.
And, without warning, Plato tried to shove Quaxo to the side, fist balling back, indication that he wanted to punch Mistoffelees in the face clear as day.
"You fucking son of a bitch! Fucking don't call me a retard, you prick! Not everybody's a fucking genus like you." Again, a misused word in place of genius.
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Post by Mistoffelees on May 23, 2011 17:43:07 GMT -5
"Ohshi-" Mistoffelees scooted backwards quickly, bumping into Tugger and Munkustrap. Not good.
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Post by Quaxo on May 23, 2011 18:10:23 GMT -5
Quaxo stumbled but quickly recovered as Plato pushed him. He stood directly in front of the cat hand outstretched glaring him down, "you will not hurt my brother," his tone was dangerous, bordering on manic.
The flow of emotions running through him was almost unbearable, he felt in pain, he was having a really difficult time distinguishing his own emotions from that of the others. He was operating almost entirely on instinct.
His teeth were bared, he was snarling, he was dangerous.
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Post by Plato on May 23, 2011 18:14:50 GMT -5
"Fuck off! This has NOTHING to do with you! Who the fuck do you think you are coming out of nowhere? HUH?" Plato yelled, still struggling to get around him. The hair on his body was starting to stand on end, animal instinct setting in.
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Post by Alonzo on May 23, 2011 18:21:06 GMT -5
Alonzo was shocked, what was Plato doing? He couldn't remember him getting this angry well, in a hell of a long time at least. And this other cat, he was...scary, Alonzo didn't trust him, he glanced at Munk, looking for instructions.
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Post by Tumblebrutus on May 23, 2011 18:23:03 GMT -5
Holy shit.
Sometimes fights broke out in the Junkyard but it always came as a surprise. Usually fights were more for territory; this seemed more personal.
Tumblebrutus walked closer to the group before holding an arm out, an instinctive gesture to protect Arion. An alpha trait he didn't know he had.
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Post by Tantomile on May 23, 2011 18:55:42 GMT -5
Tantomile was still crouched next to Misto. She sighed with relief when Munk stepped in, and looked up at Misto as he stood, still worried about him. Poor dear, he was far too emotional right now. She hated seeing her friends hurt.
Her head jerked up at Plato's outburst, eyes wide with fear. Tantomile scrambled backwards, eager to get out of the circle of angry toms. As soon as she could, she was on her feet, hurrying back towards the other queens. She stood next to Bomba, a hand pressed to her mouth and her eyes squeezed shut against the energies flowing off everyone.
Half to herself, she murmured, "Well, there goes the party."
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Post by Victor on May 23, 2011 20:25:14 GMT -5
Victor stood up. "I hate you all," he said. "You always ruin everything. And who the fuck are you?" he asked Quaxo.
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Post by The Rum Tum Tugger on May 23, 2011 20:33:37 GMT -5
"Why do I have to spoil my plans?" Tugger asked Munkustrap. "Not like those two would hurt each other. It's the other's that you should be keeping an eye on." He looked at Plato and Quaxo standing off. "You realise how stupid you look, right?" he called.
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Post by pike on May 23, 2011 20:37:43 GMT -5
"HeyheyHEY!" Munkustrap yelled, moving away from his brother and to the two quarreling cats. He wasn't quite sure how the hell to break up a pending fight. Plato was just out for blood or something.
And Victor completely didn't help the situation at all. Great.
"Cut it out. Now. You don't want me to get physical." The last part was directed to Plato. He hoped it'd snap the other out of it.
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Post by Mistoffelees on May 23, 2011 20:40:43 GMT -5
Mistoffelees gazed at Victor. His face fell completely. A mixture of feelings came to mind, but they were all slow from the alcohol.
Although normally he was the type to stay in a fight, once the fists came up, now he was scooting further back.
Fine. If Victor hated everyone, he hated Victor too.
.... even Misto knew the last part was a lie.
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Post by Plato on May 23, 2011 20:48:33 GMT -5
It wasn't Munkustrap or Alonzo who deterred Plato from his escalating argument with Quaxo, but it was Victor.
"You hate me?" he asked Victor. Plato was never great at distinguishing tones, or words that were said out of rage from sincerity. He took everything literally. He was a gullible, well-meaning tom. He'd gone to beat the shit out of Misto and that brother or something for Victor! He'd taken Victor out with Alonzo to cheer his friend up! He did a lot for Victor, and this was all Victor had to say? His eyes filled with tears, and he forced his mouth to stay closed to prevent a sound as they spilled over his cheeks.
Plato turned his back to Quaxo, hands shoved deep in the pockets of his baggy jeans, shoulders hunched as he trudged away from the group. The aggression dissipated into betrayal in just one moment.
Victor hated him?
He picked up the pace to a brisk walk, then jog, and finally a run. He wanted to be alone. Maybe he'd go to the human territory for a few days, stay by the house with the television so he could work on his words and numbers. Maybe he'd go into no man's land and pick up a fight. He didn't know.
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Post by Kitrina on May 23, 2011 20:50:14 GMT -5
Kit inched back from the group. Not that she said too much, but what she said before somewhat aggravated the situation.
Like hell she wanted to get in on this drama.
Grabbing a bottle of vodka, she walked off toward some of the dens. Maybe she'd find a vacant one for the night.
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Post by The Rum Tum Tugger on May 23, 2011 20:56:41 GMT -5
"Who ruined the party?" Tugger asked. "I wanted to get laid tonight." NOt that he was upset about Kitrina leaving.
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Post by Victor on May 23, 2011 20:58:36 GMT -5
Victor stared after Plato. Fine. He marched off after Kit, grabbing her before they were out of sight of the group group and dragging her arm with him, intending it to look like they were going to sleep together.
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Post by Kitrina on May 23, 2011 21:02:47 GMT -5
"What are you doing?" Kit spluttered, almost tripping with the changed direction. She tugged to pull from him, looking over her shoulder to the group. To Mistoffelees. To Munkustrap.
Everlasting cat...
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Post by Victor on May 23, 2011 21:04:48 GMT -5
"Making a point," Victor told Kit. "Making sure he doesn't take me for granted. Making him jealous."
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Post by Mistoffelees on May 23, 2011 21:11:20 GMT -5
Everything was so loud, and then it was quiet.
Mistoffelees got to his feet and hustled to the edge of the group where then he stopped still watching. He didn't know what happened. Plato wasn't his concern. Victor was.
"He's going off with that slut," Mistoffelees whispered. "He's going off to fuck that slut..."
He was torn then. He wanted to chase after Victor and yell swears at him or beg him to stay. He wanted to curl up with the cats, maybe Tantomile, and not say anything at all. He wanted to break the rule he set for himself to make sure he never did anything with Tugger lest it end. But that would lead with only more heartache. If he lost Tugger, Mistoffelees couldn't imagine life.
His head turned, and from the corner of his eye he spotted Mungojerrie. A little more of a turn, and he focused on Arion and Tumblebrutus--where had they even come from? He focused more closely on Tumblebrutus. Tumble wouldn't put up a fight, he knew that much. He also knew how wrong that'd be. How unethical.
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Post by Kitrina on May 23, 2011 21:13:06 GMT -5
"You're using me? I should be offended," she said as she looked at Victor. "What if Munkustrap doesn't want me anymore afterward? What if more of the Jellicles start hating me?" Valid concerns, yet she didn't stop Victor.
Was it just more believable? Or what?
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Post by The Rum Tum Tugger on May 23, 2011 21:14:39 GMT -5
Tugger glowered. "Some people have really low standards," he hissed. His ears flicked briefly towards Munkustrap as he said that.
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Post by Victor on May 23, 2011 21:15:59 GMT -5
"I'm not using you," Victor said. "Just using the idea of you. What?" he pulled her around the corner, out of sight. "You think I'm actually going to do you?"
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Post by pike on May 23, 2011 21:17:38 GMT -5
"What?"
Munkustrap stared, jaw agape. Victor LEFT? Victor actually LEFT?! And then... then went to KIT?! Sure, she was maybe just a fuck buddy but.... KIT?! That slut! She should have slapped Victor, not walked off with him!!!
He took a breath to calm down. This wouldn't help. This wasn't a leader thing to do. Plato was God knows where, Victor and Kitrina were probably going to fuck, Tugger was being an arsehole, Mistoffelees looked broken, and the other cats didn't know what to do.
He didn't know what to do. He didn't know Mistoffelees well enough and his brother was being a dick about being a friend.
He dampened his lips, and looked to the other cats. "Maybe someone could give Misto company..." His attention moved to Quaxo wondering how this brother would react.
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Post by Kitrina on May 23, 2011 21:21:27 GMT -5
Kitrina looked into Victor's eyes, wounded. "Using the idea of me to get your boyfriend jealous... and now saying that? You're going to get a lot of cats mad at me." She turned her back to Victor. "Actually do me... you're saying that like I'm hideous."
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Post by Victor on May 23, 2011 21:24:15 GMT -5
"I don't care about you either way. I'm just waiting for Misto to follow." He let go of her. "Go do whatever. I'm going to wait for Misto to find me," Victor muttered, turning away and walking off.
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Post by Kitrina on May 23, 2011 21:25:57 GMT -5
"You honestly think he's going to look for you?" Kit snorted. "He's drunk. Can't even walk a straight line. You just fucked it up big time."
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Post by The Rum Tum Tugger on May 23, 2011 21:26:12 GMT -5
"Somebody get Misto coffee," Tugger said. "And me, since it seems tonight's fun is ruined."
He turned to Bomba. "Sorry, but I'll have to get you into bed tomorrow instead."
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Post by Alonzo on May 23, 2011 21:27:20 GMT -5
Alonzo glared at Victor as he left, "jerk," he muttered under his breath. He ran after Plato, desperately trying to catch up to him, to explain, to...he didn't really know, make him feel better.
"I'm sorry," he called back, focusing on Munkustrap, "I have to go talk to him."
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