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 Posted: Mon Sep 25, 2017 7:39 pm
Somehow… Charlie found herself stuck in a mirror. One minute she was making a face at her reflection in the wavy mirror of an art installation inside one of the school’s galleries, and the next she was staring at the blank, empty walls of a room.
Okay. This was silly. People didn’t just get sucked into mirrors.
Just like people didn’t have magical powers and monsters didn’t exist and traveling to other worlds totally wasn’t a thing.
“You’re not going crazy. You were definitely just pulled into a mirror... Right?” she grimaced as she lifted her hands to her temples as if that would somehow help her focus on what to do. She had been getting ready to head back to her dorm after working on her latest project, but fate clearly had it out for her.
Unless she really was going crazy, which was entirely possible at this point.
She still had her light pink backpack on, but the button down shirt she’d worn over her tanktop had been pulled off and tied around her waist instead because of the summer heat. Jeans and paint splattered sneakers rounded off her somewhat haphazardly arranged wardrobe.
And she was just about to slide her backpack off her shoulders so she could check if she had any snacks with her, when she realized she was not alone and jumped back with a surprised squawk.
“Oh! Hello! I promise I don’t taste very good. If you’re a monster and eat people, I mean. Or a person who eats people, I guess,” she amended, wincing as she realized that was even worse.
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Posted: Mon Sep 25, 2017 8:31 pm
Let the records be known that he had been minding his own business.
The mirror had been broken. Well. Half broken. Someone had discarded it in the alleyway next to the dumpster and Bob had taken advantage of his good fortune of finding it by appreciating the handsome view he saw in the reflection upon passing by.
Orange hair was shooting out in several directions but a slicked paw was able to tame down the hair between his ears and straighten up his tie. He was looking so dashing, in fact, that he couldn't help but express his appreciation by affectionately rubbing up against his own reflection - after all, if you can't love yourself, who can you love?
This proved far more problematic than he realized it would be. Namely, falling into said mirror and somehow finding himself in an empty room full of... well. Mirrors.
Crap.
Instincts kicked in to panic. Being trapped in anything - kennel, box, blanket, room had his fight or flight response activating. Without giving it a second thought, the large cat scrambled up to his paws - soon to be feet - as fingers and toes clawed their way against the surface of the mirrors. There had to be a way out - maybe he fell into a hole? No, it didn't feel like a hole and there was no opening in the sky. No, this was magical, pure, terrible magical nonsense that he was dealing with.
No - that they were dealing with.
The squawk startled him, causing the Mauvian to cease his attempted mirror-climbing and spin around to stare down the intruder. Or was he the intruder? Were they both intruding - and if so, on what?
Judging by what he saw in front of him, if she was an intruder, she was certainly the tiniest and least intimidating intruder that he'd ever seen.
She looked short and startled, silvery blonde hair with a tinge of color streaked through it - much more styled than the wild mess of red curls atop his own noggin. His head tilted curiously as to why she was acting so panicked... until he realized that she was some ordinary human and, well. He hadn't known better than to turn back to a cat, before she arrived on the scene.
One thin hand moved up to rub against the back of his neck, pushing up waves of fiery hair in the process. Behind him, his long tail nervously began to swoosh back and forth as emerald eyes stared her down.
"I'm... I'm not going to eat you," he finally sputtered, sounding offended as he averted his eyes back towards the mirrors behind her, "Talk about making offensive assumptions."
Arms folded themselves indignantly across his chest, brushing aside the tattered tie that dangled down his bare neck.
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Posted: Mon Sep 25, 2017 10:11 pm
”Oh. Oh, that’s good,” Charlie let out a sigh of relief as she took a moment to get a better look at the strange… man? He certainly didn’t look very well put together. Was that smell coming from him? Or maybe it was the room itself.
“So…” she said, keeping her distance from the man as she peered at him, and then around the room once more to see if maybe there was some kind of exit. “I’m Charlie!” she said with a smile, hands gripping onto the straps of her backpack at her shoulders, tugging them down to get the weight of the bag higher on her back.
And then there was a pause as she gazed at him, then asked in a quiet, suspicious voice, “Are you… real? Because…” There was another pause as she let go of the straps so she could lift her hands to point to her own ears. And the tail swishing behind him.
“Or… were you on your way to a convention and get stuck in here, too? I didn’t think there were any around this time of the year, but I think they’re cool! I can imagine the fabric must have been expensive. Do you have a little motor in the tail to make it move?” she asked with wide eyes, because that was the most logical explanation for this guy, right?
“Since you’re not going to eat me, I think I have some snacks in my bag if you’re hungry. You look like you’re hungry,” she said, reaching behind her to try and unzip the bag and rustle through it without pulling it off her back, making it look like she was trying to escape from a reverse straightjacket.
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Posted: Tue Sep 26, 2017 5:39 am
She didn't seem very phased by his disgruntled tone, reflecting back with a happy demeanor probably worthy of a Hallmark movie. Her smile was cheerful - too cheerful for a kid who'd just found herself stuck in a mirror room with an overgrown cat.
Nodding his head at her introduction, the arms across his chest loosened as he relaxed.
"Bob."
Well... she wasn't freaking out. This was a plus, at least - he'd much rather be stuck in a room with a tiny woman with a lack of cleavage than a frantic, screaming chick or someone ugly - now that was a horrid thought!
She asked him if he was real and the tall man could only stare. How did one answer that question? Charlie seemed to follow up her train of thought with other guesses. A convention? What did she take him for, some kind of furry?
.... okay, he'd give her that. That theory wasn't too far-fetched.
"Are you real?" The question was reversed as his hands finally fell to his sides, digging into pockets that looked as if they'd unravel in a moment's notice. "You don't have a tail or a proper set of ears. How do I know you aren't some kind of monster?"
The Mau was about to continue on his return-question bombardment when she'd made a comment about him looking hungry. Sure, his chest wasn't anything to write home about - thin and scraggly like the rest of him - but he wasn't malnourished looking. Maybe. He wasn't terribly sure - what was malnourished for a human, again?
Anyways.
"You brought food?"
The tips of his long ears twitched and the tall man started to creep closer towards the human girl. Snacks, he liked snacks. Snacks were good. Before he knew it, he was looming over her, eyes darting towards her backpack his tongue absentmindedly licked across dry lips.
"What kind of food?"
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Posted: Wed Sep 27, 2017 8:06 am
When the question was returned to her, Charlie opened her mouth, closed it, then frowned a little. She’d never been asked if she was real, although she supposed that was only fair for him to ask since he asked her. But he was the one with the ears and tail, so of course she was going to be confused.
“I think so,” she concluded, which wasn’t really that convincing. “I don’t know if I’m real right now. This might just be a dream, right? Or everything is just an illusion,” she said, finally pulling what she was looking for from her bag.
“I have these peanut butter crackers. And a bag of sunflower seeds. Don’t worry, the shells are already off,” she said, holding them out to him. “It’s not much, but if you don’t have anything else, you can have these.”
No, it wasn’t much at all, but that was really all that was left in the vending machine at school and she just shoved them into her bag for later. In case she forgot to eat dinner and the cafeteria closed before she could get there.
“Do you live in the city? There’s a lot of weird things going on,” she beamed, clearly not too weirded out by his tail or ears. She was an art student after all. She’d seen stranger things. “I don’t know what this place is, but someone will have to let us out soon, right?”
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Posted: Wed Sep 27, 2017 8:43 am
Clawed hands were quick to relieve Charlie of her frugal number of snacks, the Mauvian bringing both packages up to his nose to sniff. He came dangerously close to tearing at the plastic with his teeth - no, wait, he had fingers now - and the catman took a step back before sinking to the ground, tail curling around his indian-style sitting position as the packages fell to his lap.
"S'no dream," Bob said matter-of-factly as his eyebrows furrowed. The packaging on the sunflower seeds was strange. A single claw extended itself out and he carefully tried to slice at the top. "If it were a dream, I wouldn't be on two legs. Never dream about having two legs."
Most of Bob's dreams dealt with food or women - the food was scarce and the woman present seemed about as interested in him as getting her car's oil changed. In other words, not.
The package managed to (finally) open and the scraggly looking man lifted the seeds up and gently shook the bag, sending a dozen or so falling into his open maw. Crunch, crunch, chew, chew - Bob seemed pleasantly content with the unusual snack, taking his time to swallow the bites before answering her next question.
"I live here and there." It was honest, mostly. There were a few pads he could crash when he wanted to, depending on factors. "Dunno what this place is either but I'm going to have to assume it has to do with..."
Dramatic pause.
"Mirrors."
Another bite, another chew and he returned the question. "What about you, cutie? Where did you stumble in from?"
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Posted: Wed Sep 27, 2017 9:12 am
”Ooooh, so you’re homeless?” she asked with bright eyes. “I would offer you a place, but I stay in the dorms. I know there are shelters in the city though,” she said with a sage nod as she lowered herself to the ground across from the strange man.
“But I bet if you got some new clothes and a haircut and took a shower, you’d be able to get a job in no time. Maybe at the animal shelter since you like animals?” she suggested, trying to think of any other ideas she could offer to help him off the street, especially since it was going to get cold soon.
“What do you like to do? There’s usually job postings around the student union. Oh! I’m studying art at DCU. I was trying to get some work done for a project. Actually, I think I have a brush in my bag. Here, I can brush your hair if you’d like!” she said, reaching behind her once more to try and fish out the hairbrush.
"Do you think we're the only ones who got pulled in here? There might be more. Or maybe it was a freak accident. Like a sink hole. Through mirrors. That seems pretty silly, doesn't it?
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Posted: Thu Sep 28, 2017 8:06 am
His nose visibly wrinkled as he paused in his sunflower seed munching at the thought of a job. Really - him? Work?
It was bad enough that the Negaverse had put so many expectations on him (okay so maybe they really didn't but they sure as heck tried) but to find employment like the stooges who ran to and from work every day?
No thank you.
Tipping back the bag, he emptied the remains into his seemingly endless gullet, chewing and swallowing all the way down. A bare arm moved to rub the excess spit and leftover seeds from around his mouth as the mancat (catman?) stared back at the young woman. "I'm not homeless. I have many homes, thank you."
Eyes widened, however, at the mention of being brushed. Despite the mats and knots his fur sometimes managed to find, Bob always, always enjoyed a good brushing. He stared at the backpack, almost as hungrily as he had at the mention of snacks. "You can style it however. I trust you."
Mirrors didn't seem silly at all to Bob, but the Mauvian didn't want to alarm the poor little innocent kid any more than she was probably already alarmed. He'd only seen one kind of magical character pass through mirrors and he had a feeling the Dark Moon had something to do with this little "trap" they were in.
"Yeah, pretty silly."
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Posted: Tue Nov 14, 2017 12:09 pm
”Great!” Charlie beamed at the thought of being able to brush Bob’s shaggy hair. It needed some attention, but she was sure it would be fine once she was able to get it into a decent ponytail or something like that. She pulled the brush out and made herself comfortable behind him, gently brushing at the very ends of his hair so as to not pull on any knots.
“I think it would be good to braid it, don’t you think? It’ll be out of your eyes then. And it won’t pull so much. Sometimes these ponytails give me a headache if I keep my hair up too long. But a braid makes it less harsh,” she rambled, wondering if she was imagining the strange rumblings in the floor beneath them.
It wasn’t her imagination though. She didn’t get far into brushing Bob’s mane before the floor seemed to open up beneath them and swallowed them into the mirror realm below.Ghouliboo Sorry about the long wait! I would love for them to meet up again!! <3 Fin unless you’d like to post once more! Thank you!!
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