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 Posted: Sat Aug 24, 2013 6:56 pm
Trinity had just had a weird week.... A stressful weird week. First she had been attacked by the crazy moth lady and her ghosts. Yeah. Ghosts. When she went to refill her pepper spray her father had gone into over protective mode and questioned her, in that quiet " not even sounding upset " way that let her know he knew something bad had happened and he was not upset.
Oh not with her, no.
But someone was going to be at the other end of that anger.. and she felt a little bad that the story she had fabricated to get out of telling her dad what had really happened, and thus making him thing she was crazy, might get someone hurt. Hopefully no one matched her description for her crazy story about the mugging. Yeah. She had been mugged. By some homeless kids. Who's gang-leader was dressed like like a cracked out ronald mc. donald. And was missing his left hand.
A master of story telling, but not really believable.
She had convinced her chauffeur to take her out again, claiming her to her father she wanted to spend time with friends and relax. Only she really didnt want to spend time with her friends. She wanted to be alone, and luckily her kind hearted driver understood that. He took her to a park, the one near the shopping mall, she she could stroll unaccompanied trough the paths, couples and families picnicking or playing on beneath trees or strolling at their leisure. It was in the middle of the day so she felt she would be safe... it wasn't the dead of night. There were people here. Granted not packed like the mall, but the soft chatter of humanity was always playing softly in the background.
Ghosts couldnt come out in the middle of the day, could they? She really didnt think so.
But then again she ha dent really believed in ghosts in the first place, so what did she know.
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Posted: Sat Aug 24, 2013 8:20 pm
Ghosts couldn’t come out in the middle of the day…or maybe they could. But normally they didn’t…but cats. Now, that was a completely different story. Cats could come out any time. And there was one out now, in fact. A rather large, fluffy brown one. A hungry one, as always…but hey. You couldn’t be perfect all the time.
But…she tried to be. When she wasn’t napping or eating, Julienne did strive to be at least a little perfect. She tried. But normally she got bored with it all. It was just too hard.
Today though, today she was trying her best. She really was. She was out and about for a walk, and was most certainly not looking for some poor soul to meow at and get some food.
Not at all…though…that girl was very pretty. And looked kind of lonely. And maybe…maybe if she acted cute enough…
Julienne walked slowly over to her, rubbing against one leg and letting out a loud meow. Hello there. I am very hungry. Won’t you give me some salmon?
It was much easier trying to get food from people who were on their own…the ones picnicking…well. They had already shooed Julienne away. That just wasn’t even nice.
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Posted: Sat Aug 24, 2013 8:45 pm
Trinity's arms were crossed, her meticulously shaped eyebrows creased into tiny little frown lines as she though. Letting her mind roam over the past week.
Click. Crunch. Click. Crunch. Very expensive high heels on the path, pressing tiny pebbles into the dust. The sound was soothing, even if it was getting her shoes dirty. Her revere was broken by soft fur on her leg and a loud plaintive meow.
She blinked. " Oh hello there little pretty kitty. " She said, kneeling down, carefull not to let her knees touch the dirty ground, balanced precariously on her heels as she scratched the feline behind an year. " What are you doing all the way out here? Your to pretty to be a stray " She said, smiling.
Indeed, the fluffy feline was to well groomed, and well, regal, to be a stray. Surely this was someones pampered house kitty out on an adventure. Aside from her horses Trinity didn't have a pet. Her father much preferred her pets to have their own home outside of the manor. She shifted a finger to give the cat a little scritch under the chin, tilting her head to look if it was wearing a collar.
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Posted: Thu Jun 04, 2015 4:08 pm
Julienne blinked, nuzzling into the hand and meowing loudly. Come on! She was hungry, so please, please give her some salmon…but…
The guardian cat purred softly and looked up at the blonde girl, a slight questioning look in her eyes…that feeling…she…
She was a senshi…ohhh…and senshis liked to feed Julienne. The cat rubbed against the hand again, really enjoying the attention. There was never anything wrong with the attention of friendly hands. “I mean, I would really like it if you just gave me some salmon…since that’s what I want…and in return…I can give you something pretty special!”
The cat moved a few steps back from Trinity and wiggled her furry tush, before doing a lovely leap in the air, twisting as she did so…it was nearly a flip. Sort of. She was just too big to be graceful at it…but the pen appeared all the same, so at least she was a success.
“Aha. There you go, you, my lovely dear are a senshi, so that is my gift to you, now how about you repay me with salmon! I am rather hungry, I hope you know!”
Especially after getting the pen to appear, that was hard work, really hard work…so clearly this new senshi was gong to reward her…it was only fair, right? Right?
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Posted: Thu Jun 04, 2015 7:18 pm
Trinity was smiling at the kitty who was very obviously enjoying the attention, her joy only hindered slightly by the person who was talking super close to her. A dainty scowl on her face she looked over her shoulder, who the hell was asking for salmon? But... no one was there. Trinity whipped her head around to look over her other shoulder... no one there either.
" Look, I don't know who you are... " She said, eyeballs scanning the bushes, sure whoever it was had to be really close " But do I look like I just carry... " Her voice trailed off as her new fluffy friend wiggled off and jumped in the air. And like, materialized a pen? A stick? It was shiny and gold and blue.
She picked it up, sort of out of a stunned fascination, her pupils dilated. She had clearly seen wrong. A cat cant just make things appear, it wasn't a freakin' magician.
And then it turned its head, looked up at her with loving eyes, and spoke. Her fingers clamped around that little blue pen so hard her knuckles here white, she stood up, wobbling slightly on her not exactly park suitable heels.
She stared at the kitty, looking so sweetly at her, for a heartbeat.
Yes, this was it. She had finally gone insane. First a moth girl who attacked her with ghosts... Now talking cats.
She took a deep breath, eyes slightly shiny... and screamed.
Turning on her heel she bolted as fast as she could, like a mad woman all the way to the edge of the park, where she practically threw herself into her car, much to the distress of her driver, who peeled away on her orders, way faster then was the legal speed limit.
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Posted: Thu Jun 04, 2015 7:23 pm
Julienne had been expecting some sort of a reaction, that was for sure…but this had not been the one she was expecting, no sir.
When the girl screamed, the cat winced, her ears flattening as close to her head as possible and a soft hiss emitted from her mouth. “Not so loud!” But before she knew it…the girl was gone, leaving poor Julienne just sitting there…still hungry.
She remained there for a few minutes, just blinking, stunned at the sudden turn of events, and finally…said into the night. “So…I guess that means no salmon, then…”
Well. Shucks.
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Posted: Tue Jun 30, 2015 3:03 pm
The End.
( Welcome to the war, Disneya. XD )
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