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Post by Kitrina on Dec 29, 2010 21:10:27 GMT -5
Kit kicked a rock before climbing up on the hood of the car. It felt particularly unpleasant since she was found out, and she feared Tugger quite a bit. Still, Munkustrap was coming to her. Those times were magical; she generally could forget the stress until he left.
Even though it was freezing, she wore a long sleeved tshirt with her jeans and sneakers. Her tail pulled snugly around her, arms hugging her knees to her chest. She was just too stubborn, maybe.
God, how was she able to after so many years break so easily with a few drinks? And then this. Was Munkustrap more than just a friend? ... were they even friends? He could be such an asshole sometimes.
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Post by Quaxo on Dec 29, 2010 21:28:35 GMT -5
Quaxo was wandering...again, well maybe this time could be called exploring instead of wandering. Misto was once more at his human family's place and he was trying to get better acquainted with the junkyard; well, that and maybe get to know some other cats as well. This place seemed particularly full of issues though...there was Puck and Kamaria, even Misto had something going on.
He sighed and shivered, it was far too cold to be out. He was used to being in a house with heating and all of those nice little luxuries.
As he was walking he came upon a car with a queen sitting on the hood, as he looked at her he felt a flurry of emotion engulf him, more intense than he had ever felt. Pain, anger, sadness, grief. It was all so strong, so hard. His knees began to give way, his vision got fuzzy, and he collapsed to the ground in a heap.
Oh God, not again, he thought, before losing consciousness.
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Post by Kitrina on Dec 29, 2010 21:31:52 GMT -5
She was on her feet, ears having picked up on the sound. Cautiously, she jumped off the car and approached the fallen tom, using her sneaker to nudge his side. "Dude. You dead?"
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Post by Quaxo on Dec 29, 2010 21:39:21 GMT -5
Quaxo awoke, vision still blurry, aching as if he'd just been in a fight. He looked up into the eyes of the queen he saw from before, the emotion attacked him again, albeit with slightly less strength than before. He managed to stay conscious this time, though tears rolled down his cheeks of their own accord.
"You, you're in so much pain," he said in a raspy voice, barely more than a whisper, "how...how..." His voice trailed off.
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Post by Kitrina on Dec 29, 2010 21:40:50 GMT -5
"... uh. Dude? No, I'm not," she lied, looking around. No one was there. Great. Not like she knew medical shit and something was fucked up in the tom's head.
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Post by Quaxo on Dec 29, 2010 21:47:03 GMT -5
"Yes you are," Quaxo insisted, being driven by nothing more than his power at that point, he was barely aware of his words. "You have so much pain bottled up, someone must have hurt you really badly. I can feel it, something awful happened to you." He shuddered, some of his mental capacity coming back to him, he sat up with great effort, putting his head in his hands.
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Post by Kitrina on Dec 29, 2010 21:49:57 GMT -5
"Okay, you're starting to freak me the fuck out," she muttered, taken aback. Yeah, something happened but how the hell did he know it? He couldn't have. Just some freak. Great. And she was alone with him. Great.
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Post by Quaxo on Dec 29, 2010 21:54:37 GMT -5
"Don't be scared," he said, getting shakily to his feet. Great, another attempt at explanation. "I can feel emotions of others. I know something has happened to you, it's so strong, it practically knocked me off my feet, as you can see." He wiped at his eyes, only then realizing tears were still falling. "Something truly awful happened to you. You're suffering more than anyone I've ever met."
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Post by Kitrina on Dec 29, 2010 22:08:14 GMT -5
She stared at him before taking a step backward. "Who are you?" she asked. Maybe she wouldn't have been so anxious were it not for all of this.
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Post by Quaxo on Dec 29, 2010 22:11:12 GMT -5
"Please don't be scared," he reiterated, "I'm not your enemy. My name is Quaxo, I'm new here, Mistoffelees is my brother." He paused, wiping at his eyes once more, "I swear it's true."
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Post by Kitrina on Dec 29, 2010 22:22:34 GMT -5
"I'm not scared," she snapped, again that temper flaring. Swearing it was true? Crying? Misto's brother? Stranger things that happened.. Ugh. The hell was with him? Crazy dude freaking her out.
She wasn't scared. No. She just wanted to curl up and hide but he didn't need to know that. She could fight if need be. Maybe.
Quaxo. So his name was Quaxo. Was she supposed to introduce herself?
Fuck, why'd she get the crazies? First Chris, now--
Chris...
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Post by Quaxo on Dec 29, 2010 22:40:57 GMT -5
Quaxo stood his ground, "you are scared," he said. "Maybe not of me, but you are scared." He took a step toward her, "you know that what I'm saying is true, and deep down you know that I'm telling the truth." He straightened himself up to his full height, "this isn't so hard to believe is it? There are psychic twins here aren't there? And then there's Mistoffelees. It's not ridiculous to think there are others with power."
He suddenly got the sense of a different kind of pain almost like it was mixed with love...guilt, "you loved someone, didn't you?"
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Post by Kitrina on Dec 29, 2010 22:50:44 GMT -5
She took another step before tripping on her sneakers and falling down. She winced before scrambling to her feet, dusting off the seat of her pants. "It doesn't matter," she muttered. Some freaky guy with freaky connections. So many fucking freaky cats in this fucking Junkyard. Freaking her out.
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Post by Quaxo on Dec 29, 2010 23:02:33 GMT -5
"Please stop," Quaxo said, "I'm not here to hurt you. I just want to talk, I want to hear your story. You need to talk about it, it's eating you up. You're so scared of your past, and now your worried that I'm getting to you aren't you? Well you need to trust me and believe that I want to help you, I've been saying that a lot recently... I get the feeling that you trust very few people out there."
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Post by Kitrina on Dec 30, 2010 0:00:53 GMT -5
"When you trust someone, that's just asking for the end." Her stubbornness set in, but maybe there was the part that was thrown off. Someone wanting to listen.
She shivered as her arms wrapped around her form. It was freezing. She craved warmth but moving seemed hard with this strange cat. Could it hurt? She didn't know.
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Post by Quaxo on Dec 30, 2010 0:05:06 GMT -5
Quaxo took another step forward, "you're going to destroy yourself if you don't let someone in. Why not make that someone me? I know you need to talk about it...I know it. Whatever this is, it's eating you up inside."
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Post by Kitrina on Dec 30, 2010 12:12:59 GMT -5
"You don't even know me," she answered, guarded, arms crossing tightly before her chest. "There's no way you can. Talking's just for wimps who can't tough it up. I'm not like that," she grunted.
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Post by Quaxo on Dec 30, 2010 19:06:15 GMT -5
"I know I don't know you," Quaxo said, taking another step forward, "but I'd like to." In response to her second comment he stared her in the eyes, "you don't actually believe that. You want to talk about it, you're just can't bring yourself to. Something in you feels like you need to be punished, even though you don't."
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Post by Kitrina on Dec 31, 2010 0:10:07 GMT -5
"You know nothing about me. Stop pretending like you do. I mean like you know how I think and shit. Fuck." Another shiver was given as she forced herself to look away. The American was always stubborn about everything. This was no exception.
The air was becoming unbearably cold. "If you're going to keep pestering me, can we at least go to my den or something?"
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Post by Quaxo on Dec 31, 2010 0:21:00 GMT -5
"Look," Quaxo sighed, "you can be stubborn all you like. You're right, I know nothing about you, I don't know what happened to you, I don't know your story. All I know is how you feel, and I know that there is not a single cat out there who deserves to go through that alone."
At her next statement he sighed again, "look, I don't want you to see me as pestering you, or prying you for information. I just want to help you. That really is the only thing that I want out of this."
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Post by Kitrina on Jan 1, 2011 11:25:05 GMT -5
Silence passed through them.
"Doesn't matter," she mumbled. "I deserve it anyway." Her arms wrapped more snuggly around her, a few steps taken toward the car. "You can come with me if you want. I'm freezing my tits off." And, scooting around the back, she struggled to push up the trunk just enough to wiggle inside.
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Post by Quaxo on Jan 1, 2011 14:45:46 GMT -5
Quaxo followed silently. They were getting somewhere at least, she had admitted she had issues though she still seemed to feel very leery about something. I get the feeling she doesn't trust that I really want to help her.
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Post by Kitrina on Jan 22, 2011 15:18:20 GMT -5
Once inside, she wrapped her arms about her, leaning against the inside of the trunk. She allowed her eyes to shut. The other cat seemed harmless, at least. Freaky as hell, but harmless. That was... something...
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Post by Quaxo on Jan 27, 2011 19:52:00 GMT -5
Quaxo looked around as he got inside, he sensed the beginnings of trust in the other cat.
"So," he said, slightly awkwardly, "do you want to talk yet? Or are you still convinced that I have ulterior motives?"
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Post by Kitrina on Feb 5, 2011 11:16:44 GMT -5
"You don't need to play fucking therapist," she snapped, though maybe there was slightly less venom in her voice. Her sarcasm was heavy.
"So, what do you want, hot stuff? I was born in America, fell in love, came overseas with my love, who then was killed? That fucking good enough for you? Asshole," she added as an extra mutter.
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Post by Quaxo on Feb 5, 2011 15:15:47 GMT -5
"I'm not playing therapist," Quaxo said, trying to stay calm in spite of the barrel of emotion that was being dumped on him, "I really do just want to help."
When she spoke next Quaxo flinched, "that...that's awful. I'm so sorry, but why do you keep this all bottled up?" He felt something then, a pain unrelated to what had happened, "they don't believe you do they?"
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Post by Kitrina on Feb 7, 2011 10:22:25 GMT -5
"You think I'd willingly tell anyone this shit?" She snorted, though maybe one point hit close to the truth. Tugger. Tugger who found out, who didn't believe her. It made her feel ill.
"So, who the fuck are you?"
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Post by Quaxo on Feb 7, 2011 12:40:12 GMT -5
"No," Quaxo replied, "I suppose you wouldn't."
"Who am I?" He thought a second, "Well I've already told you this but, my name is Quaxo, I'm new to the junkyard and I am, as I believe you've called me, a freak. Mistoffelees is my brother and other than him, I know no-one here in the junkyard or even in the city for that matter." He paused, "or did you want something else?"
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Post by Kitrina on Feb 9, 2011 22:05:02 GMT -5
"Thought by now you'd change your story. Go for the bitch with the American accent, easy lay," she snorted. "For all that I know, maybe you're gay."
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Post by Quaxo on Feb 10, 2011 2:57:33 GMT -5
"I like to think of myself as an equal opportunities enjoyer," Quaxo replied, a hint of the playful kitten always in the back of his mind flashing in his eyes, "but if it makes you feel better as far as I'm concerned toms are a bit more equal than queens in my eyes."
He gave a half smile, "I really do just want to talk you know. No ulterior motives or anything, and no matter how many times you ask my reasons will remain the same."
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