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 Posted: Tue Jan 08, 2013 9:57 pm
There wasn't anything particular about this night that set it apart from any other night. Nickeline had powered up and then found a nice comfy rooftop to settle down on just like usual, and just like usual she'd found a fight or two with some people but nothing had been all that memorable. In the end she'd gotten bored and found herself staring up at the stars. They looked so tiny from here, so faint under the lights of the city. They were nothing like the stars back in Greece, nothing like the view from her grandfather's garden.
Nickeline sighed, laying back in simple thoughts as the world washed around her.
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Posted: Wed Jan 09, 2013 10:15 pm
The stars were amazing, but there was something a little more amazing inside one of the buildings.
Fresh baked bread.
It might not have seemed like much, but considering the time of night it was, it really was a rarity. Fresh baked bread was more of a morning thing, while stale bread in the dumpsters was more of an evening snack.
It would have been delightful to have some fresh baked bread as an evening snack.
The shop was not familiar to her, but they seemed open. However, they had one of those dreadful doors that she couldn't be open no matter how hard she pressed at the glass. So now, poor ********* had to resort to a less dignified manner of trying to get in for a snack.
Loud, LOUD meowing!
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Posted: Tue Jan 15, 2013 3:51 pm
It was definitely loud meowing, maybe even louder from the top of the roof where Nickeline laid. It was so loud that it quickly pulled her out of her daze, a scowl complimenting her face from the interruption. Really now, what was so important to a cat that it had to meow like that in the middle of the night. Whatever the reason was, Nickeline was about to discover it and put an end to it. What she seen wasn't exactly what she was expecting but it wasn't really surprising.
This cat was everywhere and boy was it fat. It was surely looking for food.
"Psst," she called when her body found itself closer to the ground on a ledge of a window. "'sup fat cat."
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Posted: Tue Jan 15, 2013 4:24 pm
********* practically had her face smooshed up against the glass of the door in her vain efforts when she heard a familiar accented voice.
Her face abandoned its post and turned to find a corrupt senshi looming above her. "Ah, Nick-el-ine!" she seemed to almost hum out. True, she was a Mauvian of Order, and this girl had been a Senshi whisked away by Chaos. However, it didn't mean she had to be absolutely hissy-faced.
Especially since ********* did somewhat owe this girl now.
"I do believe the answer is that you are up, Nickeline..." Her head seemed to bob up in a way of gesturing to where the silvery haired girl was currently located.
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Posted: Tue Jan 15, 2013 4:31 pm
Yeah. Absolutely no surprise that she had a smoothed facefr pressing it in dire attempt against the glass. However, Nickeline was a little surprised that she had turned around in such a prompt manner. You're missing out on food in there fat cat! Her head seemed to sway at such a thought, her hair moving back and forth in the process.
The cat had avoided her question but it had been pretty obvious of an answer. Instead she threw back a question and after a minute Nickeline pressed her two hands together as if she might pray and then rested her head upon them to symbolize that she had been resting. To top it all off, she pointed upward to where she had been.
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Posted: Tue Jan 15, 2013 6:25 pm
"...you were sleeping on the roof?"
It was the dumbed down conclusion to the mime-work that Nickeline had offered. The manx padded a bit closer, as if trying to judge the validity of the story. It would have been difficult to sleep on a roof with how loud the city noises could be at times.
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Posted: Tue Jan 15, 2013 6:29 pm
Sleeping? She hadn't said sleeping! She knew the word for sleeping, or should considering how many times her teacher sent her to the office for sleeping in class. She wasn't sleeping, she was resting! Was it unclear? Nickeline felt her eyes fall down on the cat with suspicion. It wasn't a big deal, but the cat was coming after her strangely. She simply shook her head, her hair swinging around some more. Her hair was definitely messy enough to have been laying on concrete.
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Posted: Tue Jan 15, 2013 7:03 pm
The manx inquisitively commented "Oh, no? Then you were doing something on the roof...?" It was a much vaguer conclusion to come up with, so she technically was not incorrect anymore.
Though the temptation to sit and stalk the door of the bakery was ever present, she sat her haunches down and asked "...might I join you? A rooftop is a difficult place for a cat such as myself to reach on my very own!"
There were things to be asked, and perhaps this rooftop setting would be a better location for such questions.
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Posted: Tue Jan 15, 2013 7:12 pm
Yes, she was definitely doing something on the roof. Sort of. Resting wasn't really doing anything so it was sort of right and sort of not. It wasn't really important though and the cat kept talking so Nickeline's brain pretty much dropped it to keep up with the new information. She tried not to look a daze, making out the most she could from her repertoire of English words and meanings.
She made out join, roof and you easily enough. It was enough to get a few connections going and soon Nickeline nodded her head, jumping down onto the pavement with a small click. She scooped the cat up with little care, something ********* probably didn't appreciate but was probably use to from Nickeline by now, before making her way back up to the roof where there was a surprise waiting *********: a bag of food laying on the middle of the roof.
She put the cat down on the roof, away from the ledge because she figured this cat was simply too fat to be able to balance without falling off the ledge, and then made her way in as well, sitting back down by the bag before flopping back down to her position of staring at the sky. She practically ignored ********* for now, the cat not any threat to her nor making any continuation from prior yet.
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Posted: Fri Jan 18, 2013 2:31 pm
It was amazing how well adapted ********* was to being picked up incorrectly. It might have been uncomfortable, but she didn't seem to fuss in the slightest at the slight pinch here and there.
However, her nose easily enough let her know that there was something edible on the roof top. The fresh baked bread went ignored for now as she was set down, and soon enough romping over to investigate the contents of the bag. Her head was in the bag and sniffing about. It wasn't the same things that Nickeline had brought with her on previous encounters, but it still smelled good all the same.
"So, what are these called?" she asked after popping her head back out of the bag, turning to glance at the now settled-in girl.
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Posted: Fri Jan 18, 2013 2:44 pm
The stars were different here but at least she had found some food that remained the same. It hadn't been easy though because so many restaurants caved into western taste and changed the food to sell. In the bag was one gem, a dessert she'd actually been kind of tired of a year ago: Baklava. Simply moving around the road block otherwise known as *********, she reached in and pulled our two individual pieces.
She promptly stuffed one into her mouth and then put the other on the side near *********. It took a moment, in the mean while the obvious sound of chewing could be heard before finally swallowing.
"Baklava," she murmured, licking get lips.
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Posted: Fri Jan 18, 2013 2:53 pm
"Baklava."
The manx had tried it before, but dumpster Baklava was not the same as unsoiled Baklava apparently. Eagerly she dove in. Somewhere in the middle of her chewing, she mused "You always get the best Greek foods, Nickeline!" (though it sounded more like "Ooo ah-eh gff ruh bff eeg hoo hu-hu-ign")
She finished up several mouthfuls before pausing, licking her maw, then glancing to the corrupt senshi.
Perhaps now...
Sitting herself upright, she made sure to speak as simply as she could to get her question out.
"NIckeline... why did you save me from the car?"
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Posted: Fri Jan 18, 2013 3:14 pm
What do you mean it sounded like ooh ah-eh gff ruh bff eeg hoo hu-hu-ign? Didn't it always? Well, that was typically what English sounded like to Nickeline. It was a constant battle to try and make out what the ******** people were saying. She literally hadn't the slightest idea what the cat was saying but it couldn't have been anything about how bad the food tasted because there she was shoveling it in.
What happened next was a surprise to even Nickeline though. Hebr had stopped eating and then asked her the meaning of her actions the last time they'd met. She tried not to think about it, the thought of a car runnin over her hair still sent her into a minor bout of rage. The cat may have ren looking at her but the corrupt senshi was still looking at the sky.
"Unnn," was the noise she made as she thought about it. There hadn't really been much to it, who would just sit there and let a cat get run over by a car? Well, she would find out later but she'd never understand.
"Just fat cat," she decided to reply with. ********* didn't suit being a pancake, she simply wasn't thin enough.
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Posted: Fri Jan 18, 2013 3:31 pm
Though ********* frequently was not the sort to question a person's reasoning, this particular reason did not seem to feel very easy to follow. She definitely wasn't in denial about her weight in this form. The manx had a round figure, and even with all the scurrying around the city, it seemed she was destined to be pleasantly plump.
Curiosity getting the better of her, ********* dared to ask "...'Just fat cat?'... is that it?"
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Posted: Fri Jan 18, 2013 3:39 pm
As if trying to avoid the question, convienent Nickeline pulled out another treat and tossed it toward the car hoping she'd stuff her face into it once again. What more was there today? Didn't she say it aptly enough? She was definitely frowning a bit as she tried to keep her eyes glued on the sky. How cod se deny those large green eyes? She cursed cats, they were truly evil.
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