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 Posted: Wed Apr 28, 2010 11:54 pm
"If we filled the cushions with catnip, he wouldn't leave the damn thing alone." Writ grinned, noting the nasty claw marks over the lacquered straws of wood.
He paused, the expression on his face stuck on wide-eyed inspiration.
That idea might be funny enough to work. He looked to Seamus, "You know if there's a pet shop anywhere around here? I'm totally up for the idea."
Seamus did say that kitty needed some cheering up.
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Posted: Thu Apr 29, 2010 12:36 pm
Seamus, solemnly, dug into the pocket of his jeans and held up a plastic baggy of suspicious green material. He shook it a bit, straight-faced.
"A Carnegie is always prepared for any situation, my friend."
He dug into his other pocket, procuring a laser pointer. He clicked it on and off, experimentally.
"Especially when one's friends include a man-eating catman."
Seamus was always prepared. It's a shame he couldn't fit a frying pan in his shoulder bag for emergencies - those new steel ones looked like they might stand a better chance against sharp claws.
"A little slow in the game, aren't you?" He tsked in exaggerated disappointment, giving the bag another swing before tossing it over to Writ. "For emergencies. And unless you enjoy loving, cuddly kitty men trying to wind around your legs, I suggest you administer from a safe distance."
When Vale was high, he loved everything. Even Murphy. Until he remembered that Murphy had gone and kissed his little lass, and then the love was over.
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Posted: Sat May 01, 2010 7:25 pm
"Must be hard living in a world where your kryptonite is just a pet store away." Writ took the bag, opened it, and sniffed the contents gingerly. He wasn't quite sure of catnip's effect on dogs, if there was one anyway.
He put the bag down and searched for something to take apart the cushion with. No dice. Writ dropped the cushions and pulled out his axe, and pressed the blade against fabric, cutting it open on the smaller, more inconspicuous sides.
"Man-eating, huh? The rumors are true..." Writ said, slicing the cushion open.
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Posted: Sat May 01, 2010 7:34 pm
"Mm." He shrugged, watching Writ carefully disassemble the cushion in order to lace it with Catonite. "Now where'd you hear that rumor? Quinn been openin' his big mouth?"
That a*****e.
"It's not a secret anymore, though. Man, if I ever had a chance to give that Tezcatlipoca a whack in the face, I would. ********' b*****d."
Turning little kids into cannibals. What kind of ******** up game was that? It wasn't necessary for this. Seamus didn't see any other Players who'd been forced to make the sacrifices Vale had made - sure, none of the other Players had quite the same powers, but still.
Guan Yin was far more suited to the kind, hardworking kid he'd watched grow up in terrible ways.
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Posted: Sat May 01, 2010 7:57 pm
Writ made a mental note to look up 'Tezcatlipoca' later.
He brushed off the question, "I have my sources." Seamus wouldn't have believed Writ if he told him anyways, "He's dead anyway."
Sort of. Seth was a technicality.
He pulled open the cushion and motioned over to the bag of catnip.
"Cmon, help me out."
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Posted: Sat May 01, 2010 8:05 pm
"Oh, no," he chuckled, crossing his arms. "You're on your own there, lad. The bag already smells like me - I don't need the cushions to, as well. I gotta play somewhat innocent in this, ya know."
While Vale might know, for a fact, that the catnip came from Seamus, it would be Writ's scent all over those cushions when it came to getting caught red-handed. In the grand scheme of things, Seamus' involvement would be negligible.
"But don't forget to sorta holly it up in there, a'ight? Just loadin' the cushions with it won't be enough. Gotta have a few sprigs sprinkled around - that's what hits 'em hardest."
Negligible indeed.
"Yeah, right over there."
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Posted: Sat May 01, 2010 8:35 pm
"I don't blame ya. He's got an excuse to kill you now." Writ smiled at Seamus' chuckle, "When he finds out anyway." He shrugged, "But I wouldn't worry about it too much, the cat's given me so many death threats, I swear he'll just start greeting me with them."
He took a small handful of catnip and stuffed it deep into the cushion.
"Not a very bright idea on my end, I mean, the guy's actually killed people."
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Posted: Sat May 01, 2010 11:17 pm
"Join the club." His grin crooked at the ends. "Bright ideas are our forte. Me an' Murph? Thought it was a fantastic idea to drop in on him during a bad night." He drummed his fingers lightly against the livid scars, still partly bandaged, on his face.
"Also, for the record, frying pans do not help much," he forewarned. "Might wanna invest in somethin' a little tougher."
His interest perked, wandering over to watch the cushion stuffing with amusement.
"You mean you haven't?" he wondered, tilting his head. "I thought-" He shrugged, lanky shoulders rising and dropping. "Well, thought ya'll was supposed to be killin' people? Each other, at least."
Though now that he thought about it, it seemed to be only Vale who'd made that list. Tepin sure as hell wasn't on it, and Quinn - well, he wouldn't put it past Quinn to have killed someone, but he surely hadn't killed another Player.
"Hasn't anyone else? Or is Prince actually winning?"
That was a laugh. Vale, actually winning at a game. Sure, a bloody free-for-all game, but a game nonetheless. Not that Seamus did not have faith in the boy, but...he'd figured there were far more ruthless kids playing.
To know that Vale was the only one being made to go this far was disturbing.
"Your gods don't make you do that?"
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Posted: Sun May 02, 2010 8:28 am
"Well, there was that one monster-bird-lady-thing, but that didn't really count." Writ looked up in thought, "I remember pulling the pants off some people, and there was that one time I clocked a Blacksuit into unconciousness, but I don't think I've actually killed anybody." He frowned, now that he thought of it, his participation in the game has been relatively bloodless at this point.
"I dunno, sometimes I think my god's against all this killing business." Writ pulled out a few sprigs of n** and spread it over the base of the couch, under where the cushions are supposed to be, "He's a creator, not a destroyer. I bet I'm not the only one with a god like that."
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Posted: Sun May 02, 2010 12:10 pm
"Strange," he muttered, leaning over the back of the couch and admiring how hideously ugly the wicker-look truly was. "Mine, too. I'm not even in the Game, really, not like Kitty is. Just don't make a lot of sense."
He'd thought this Game was supposed to be a battle royale. But, with the way new Players like him kept popping up, it seemed like the game would never actually end.
So, if not a free-for-all, fight-to-the-death, what was it, really?
"Anyway!" He'd have to think on that later. "You missed a spot, right there - no, no, further to the left, yeah, right there. I'd say this couch is reasonably booby-trapped, wouldn't you?"
Just a matter of time.
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Posted: Tue May 04, 2010 7:26 pm
As for Seamus' little inquiry, Writ had a theory.
"Survival of the fittest, I bet." He leaned on the other side of the couch and looked at the ceiling, "Bet you whoever made this game was counting on the kids like us getting picked off first." He turned to Seamus,
"You know, you gotta wonder how long this thing's been going on, the whole thing would've been alright way back when, I mean people got away with dueling one another without too much of a fuss, just POW!" He slapped his hands together, "No mess. It's pretty hard to kill someone nowadays, too much work from what I've heard."
He frowned, the whole imminent death subject managed to crop up again.
"Yeah." Writ said, patting his handiwork, "Any trickster would be proud."
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Posted: Wed May 05, 2010 10:35 pm
"Way too much effort," Seamus agreed quite heartily, observing the scene of the future crime with devilish amusement. "I mean, sure, you can get rid of the body, but then somebody's gonna miss 'em. So then you gotta prepare an alibi, which can take days to set up properly. And then you actually have to kill the guy, and that's a whole other can of worms, getting 'im alone. And then the body! Messy if you cut it up, heavy if you don't."
He sighed.
"Ah, the glory days. When you could kill a man just fer lookin' at you."
He grinned, and drummed his hands once against the back of the couch before straightening out, giving it the Carnegie seal of approval.
"And now we wait. Sooner or later, the fool will come. And the trap will be sprung."
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Posted: Sun May 09, 2010 9:11 pm
Writ pulled out his cell phone and checked the time.
"You suppose he'd be prowling around this time?" He asked, pocketing the phone, "Because I'd love to see this first hand."
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Posted: Sun May 09, 2010 11:00 pm
Seamus decided against telling Writ that, if Valeriu was in Downers but not visiting the safehouse, then he was here for dinner.
"May-be." Seamus played coy, the blissfully uncommitted look on his face quickly melting into a devil's smile, pulling out his own cell phone from his pocket. Complete with Valeriu's new number. The old cell phone had accidentally met its demise during the hospital battle, and the one before that had made a get-away, slipping out of Valeriu's clumsy hands to drop to terminal freedom below into a pot of boiling pasta.
"But if he's not, ten bucks says he will be in a few."
Seamus looked at Writ expectantly, cell phone in one hand and the other held palm up, fingers curling in the universal "cash or credit" motion.
"Seriously, ten bucks. Riskin' my own life an' limb here," he swore, solemnly.
Valeriu would know, without a doubt, that Seamus was in on this, and would hunt him down more aggressively than he already was.
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Posted: Tue May 11, 2010 11:31 pm
Writ smiled and nodded. What better way to start off the summer then to get everybody's favorite kitty high? It was a win win, Vale gets some stress relief, and Seamus and Writ got a show. (To be recorded via phone, for later blackmail purposes)
"Ah, what the hell, I think we could all use some entertainment."
The ten dollars would be well worth it.
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