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 Posted: Sun Nov 22, 2009 6:58 pm
It was after hours, of course. It had to be - that was the time that Sue knew Bartholomew would be in Nihls' care.
Now, as a preface: It wasn't like Sue didn't think Nihls was doing a good job. All he had to do recently was to talk with Bartholomew, and he knew how damn happy that p***y cat was. Being an indoors cat again, even just part-time, had worked wonders on his mood. It was like the poor tabby had something to live for again, when the past few weeks, he'd just been... miserable.
But... well, come on. It was Bartholomew. One of his boys, one of his buddies, one of his friends. Even if things looked good from the outside, he had to make sure.
So he snuck out of his room, a small package in the palm of one hand, and padded his way across the floor as quietly as he could. He certainly didn't want any of the other students on their floor to notice him sneaking into another boy's room this late at night! Fortunately, nobody seemed to be up at this hours, and so Sue was able to make it to Nihls' room, which was almost exactly opposite of where Sue's own room was, without being noticed.
He rapped his knuckles on the door. "Nihls? Hey, Nihls! Let me in!" Sue hissed through the keyhole, already impatient.
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Posted: Mon Nov 23, 2009 8:09 am
That was of course the night that Nihls bedside lamp decided to burn out. It flickered to life with a brilliant flare designed to shatter the vision of anyone who actually POSSESSED functional night vision. ((Which he did not... so the point was moot...)) And then made a few pathetic 'clink' sounds of a dying light bulb... and died.
This of course... was a problem. although he'd memorized a fair amount of the room contents, and their locations... it was pretty much impossible to memorize the location of a cat.
Well... perhaps not so much impossible as futile in this case, since the general location of Bartholomew, in Nihls experience so far tended to be "Right where your feet were."
As a result, the sound of him inching toward the wall where the light was sounded something like:
"Wh....? Hold on..... I'm.... Oh damn." The curse on its own was fairly unusual for meek little, wide eyed Nihls... and without the involvement of Cat-Ballet... might have even been kind of amusing.
These announcements were followed be.
"Sorry the li... ACK! ... Hey don..... OOP! Watch ou-woah!... would you... I can't.... Can't see
Most of this discourse was fairly quiet, other than the unexpected sound of someone running into a desk chair with a bang, and the resultant sound of startled cat feet retreating.
Finally however, light poured out from under the door, which opened enough to reveal Nihls, looking even more disheveled than usual (if possible) clutching his throbbing toes with his other hand, eyes watering. "Everything ok?" He asked, trying not to address his personal discomfort. "...Sorry. Beside lamp burned out."
As far as he was aware, this should explain the difficulty to most people, but you never knew for sure, and there were always a few people that sort of forgot about his problems in the dark because it seemed so alien.
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Posted: Thu Nov 26, 2009 1:14 pm
((Sorry to make you wait, I've been having RL issues x_x))
Few sounds put Sue so on edge as the noise of a scared feline. Sue pressed more and more against the door as he listened through the door, put more and more on edge with every passing second by the filtered sounds of curses, crashes, and unhappy cat-noises. What in the blazes was all that noise -- was Bartholomew getting hurt in there?!
When the door opened, that was Sue's cue. It didn't matter if Nihls had only opened it a few discourteous inches - the cat whisperer was entering, and God help anyone that got in his way!
At least he was polite enough to announce his intentions with a grouchy "Lemme in." Then Sue was shoving forward, ready to knock Nihls right to the ground if that's what it took to get access to Bartholomew.
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Posted: Thu Nov 26, 2009 2:23 pm
((ooc: hey it happens.))
As it happened, Nihls had managed to avoid stepping on the cat mostly by running into everything else in his path, and making a fair racket doing it, though even the reserved Nihls couldn't entirely help making a sound of exasperation as Sue bulldozered his way in the door.
"...Make yourself at home." He sighed, pointless since Sue had already made his way past. "...This couldn't wait till morning?"
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Posted: Fri Nov 27, 2009 8:18 pm
"Not unless you wa-- wow." Whatever one-liner that Sue had prepared died off instantly as he surveyed the wreckage of the room. Nihls hadn't struck him as the sort of person that lived in a landfill - but with things knocked around like they were, it was hard to find any other explanation. (Clearly, he'd forgotten that he'd heard everything get knocked around just moments before, waiting at the door.) "You've uh. Got a very. Somethin'. Room."
Adjectives were overrated, anyway.
Bartholomew, meanwhile, appeared from beneath the bed, where he'd taken to waiting out the rest of Cyclone Nihls' journey to the bedroom door. He yowled bitterly as he emerged, clearly protesting the treatment he'd met at the blinded boy's feet.
Sue was fawning over the poor feline in an instant. "He didn't get your tail, did he? Lemme check your paws, c'mon," he ordered the cat around, who submitted meekly to his fast and well-practiced examination. No, no, no injuries - Bartholomew was just whining to be whiny. This time.
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Posted: Sat Nov 28, 2009 12:20 pm
"Everything was in order until my lightbulb blew out..." Nihls commented, leaning on his wall and still rubbing his hugely offended toes. "I didn't step on him, just... a lot of other things." He noted, realizing what part of the problem was. "Too bad it's sort of hard to explain to a cat that you can't see them."
Or well it was for him. Sue would have a lot better luck but he didn't really know that. "I'll get a new lightbulb so it doesn't happen again."
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