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Post by V for Vizetta on Nov 14, 2008 23:03:16 GMT -5
The Grandeur was the most prominent theater in all of Eden, a symbol of that performing arts... And almost always sold out. But tonight, a single being could care less about ANY of that... Because she was hungry. So, behind the theater, a set of legs and a ferret's tail, both patterned in calico colors, stuck out of a dumpster in the alley. "Amazing the food Overlanders throw out..." A distinctly female voice grumbled, apparently belonging to the legs and tail, before it's owner shifted her weight back so she could get out of the dumpster.  Once free, she shook her head to free her long ears of any debris from her little dive, before sending an accusatory glare at the dumpster. She appeared to be calico patterned from head to two, and her body was made up of a mishmash of surprisingly complementary parts. Her fur, however, which might actually be considered pretty if it were clean, was smudged and filthy. "Of course this ONE doesn't have anything to eat in it. Just my luck." The beast sighed, then glanced at her arm, seeing a cut she didn't remember getting. And without so much as a word, she began licking the small, slightly bleeding cut clean. This is so disgusting... but it's not like I have a choice. |
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Post by Jamie Lee on Nov 15, 2008 1:49:09 GMT -5
 Nearby a door suddenly swing itself open, and from inside the building a merry hum could be heard. Floating through the doorway by what seemed no apparent means other than a... cyan aura... were a couple of shiny black trash bags. Following behind them with both hands on his hips was a silvery furred mink and the source of the hum. On his head was an unusual and curious hairstyle, several bangs in the front giving the resemblance of a cockatoo's crest, and glowing noticeably around his neck and hands were a collar and gloves that appeared to be inlaid with gemstones. His head bobbing to and fro, he walked with a skip in his step toward the dumpsters. |
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Post by V for Vizetta on Nov 15, 2008 1:58:03 GMT -5
Looking up at the sound of the door opening, the female had quickly darted behind the side of the dumpster, watching as the mink came out with more garbage. "..." But she remained quiet... She did, however, share the curse of most felines trying to hide. She left her tail out in the open. |
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Post by Jamie Lee on Nov 15, 2008 2:10:39 GMT -5
Venice hadn't even noticed her, continuing to hum to whatever tune was in his head as he wandered over closer to the dumpster. The two floating bags twisted in the air before flinging themselves inside, and the hedgemink turned to head back... ... Only to bring his foot down on something solid and furry. |
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Post by V for Vizetta on Nov 15, 2008 2:16:51 GMT -5
 With a startled yell, Patches pulled away, trying to get her tail free, as she unsheathed her claws. Growling, she cradled her tail with one hand, and kept her glare on Venice. |
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Post by Jamie Lee on Nov 15, 2008 2:24:36 GMT -5
With a startled yelp of his own the hedgemink flailed his arms comically in the air. The jolt to his foot alone was enough to throw him back, but the wail of another piercing the air sealed the deal, causing him to stumble backward and fall into a smaller set of trash cans beside the dumpster. With a loud crash their contents spilled all over the alley floor, and consequently, all over a hapless Venice as well. After a moment a groan drifted up from the pile. |
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Post by V for Vizetta on Nov 15, 2008 14:54:58 GMT -5
Patches stared at the pile of trash for a moment, then stood, and made her way towards it. That couldn't have hurt the mink TOO badly, but... "Hey. You dead?" |
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Post by Jamie Lee on Nov 15, 2008 15:25:58 GMT -5
" Augh, maaaan," was the response Patches received, then finally Venice seemed to realize that another person was standing there. Quickly he gasped, pulling himself to his feet and bending forward to her in an apologetic bow. "I-I'm sorry! Was that you who screamed?! I didn't mean--I--mean--was that your tail?! I wasn't looking--" he quickly fumbled for words. |
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Post by V for Vizetta on Nov 15, 2008 18:55:19 GMT -5
Patches just sighed, and quickly decided this particular beast wasn't a threat. He looked like a pet, actually... So she just waved off his apology. "I'm fine, you just startled me." |
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Post by Jamie Lee on Nov 15, 2008 20:22:29 GMT -5
"I--well... okay..." Venice said, deflating. With the initial panic gone he looked the girl over. Hybrid of some kind... filthy as all get out. A stray, looked like. He looked back at the door he had come from with uncertainty, then back. "Um, well..." he scratched at the back of his head, only to pause when he received a very unexpected sticky texture. Grimacing he pulled his hand back and, sure enough, his glove had been covered in.. something. He glanced at one of the trash cans to see more of the same stuff on the ground where he'd been. " ... Urrg. Great..." |
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Post by V for Vizetta on Nov 15, 2008 20:58:00 GMT -5
Patches resisted the urge to laugh at the mink's misfortune, settling for motioning towards the dumpster. "How were you doin' that a second ago?" |
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Post by Jamie Lee on Nov 15, 2008 21:17:02 GMT -5
The hedgehogmink just gave her a quizzical look at first, opening his mouth and preparing to ask what she meant. Realization donned quick enough though. "... Oh," he said, glancing over toward the knocked over trash cans. "You mean this?" as he asked, the cans began to glow cyan, lifting from the ground on their own by no apparent means to sit upright. He then took to telekinetically placing the spilled trash back inside. |
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Post by V for Vizetta on Nov 15, 2008 21:25:07 GMT -5
Cue some mild staring. She'd never seen ANYONE do anything like that before... so this was a bit unsettling. "Uhm... yeah... that." The stray mumbled, taking a nervous step back, in case some of that stuff decided it wanted to say hi to her face. |
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Post by Jamie Lee on Nov 15, 2008 21:44:35 GMT -5
The glow suddenly fled the items they surrounded, and once again Venice was picking at the gunk in his fur and resisting the urge to gag. Noticing Patches' reaction from the corner of his eye he grinned sheepishly. "Oh don't worry. I have great control over it. My owner often has me helping out around the theater in fact." he paused at that point, then extended his hand outward. "Oh, by the way, my name's Venice. Sorry about stepping on your tail again," he sheepish grin widened. "... Is there... any way I could make up for it?" |
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Post by V for Vizetta on Nov 15, 2008 22:50:27 GMT -5
The hybrid considered Venice's offer, and decided it would probably be a better idea to just move on and find food elsewhere. "Well, I can't really think of any-" Then, as if on cue. she was interrupted... By her stomach growling like a caged animal. Apparently IT could think of something. Patches just sighed, and her hand came up to cover her face in mild embarrassment. Sure, her stomach had growled before, but not in front of people. That loudly. |
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Post by Jamie Lee on Nov 15, 2008 23:39:40 GMT -5
Still picking in agitation at his fur, the mink smiled at the other hybrid's 'answer'. "Well," he said. "I guess that settles that. Hold on a second though, okay? I need to go let my owner know I'm leaving." He turned, heading back toward the theater's back door. |
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Post by V for Vizetta on Nov 15, 2008 23:42:55 GMT -5
There was a surprised pause from the calico, that wasn't broken until Venice was already inside. "Leaving?" She was honestly surprised he hadn't dragged her inside to feed her. ... He seemed like the type. |
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Post by Jamie Lee on Nov 16, 2008 0:46:28 GMT -5
Inside the building Venice slinked through the crowd of theater employees, self consciously tugging on one of his spikes and holding his head low as if it would make him any less visible. Soon he came upon a lavishly dressed human woman with a feathery headdress and hesitantly tapped her in the arm. "... Hey Silvie?" Venice grinned sheepishly. "I... kind of had an accident with the trash. Can I sneak off for awhile?" |
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Post by DB on Nov 16, 2008 11:59:56 GMT -5
@silvia@
The woman turned slightly until her gaze was able to fall upon the hedgemink, and, at that point, she jumped a bit in startled surprise at the beast's appearance.
"I'd hope to go take a bath."
She sighed and shook her head.
"How on earth Mobius- oh, never mind. Just be back soon."
She had theater work to take care, and the less interruptions, the better.
".. and for heaven's sake don't let anyone see you like that, Venni."
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Post by Jamie Lee on Nov 16, 2008 15:46:55 GMT -5
The mink nodded and seemed to shrink slightly, that silly grin still on his face. "Yes ma'am," he said, bowing quickly out of courtesy and then skittering off. Back in the alley Venice poked his head out the door again and glanced around. "Oh good, you're still here," he smiled when he saw the carrit standing there and stepped out. "My owner said I can go but I can't be gone for too long. She only knows that I'm going to be getting washed up." |
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Post by V for Vizetta on Nov 16, 2008 15:49:05 GMT -5
The female hiked an eyebrow at the mink, then shrugged. After all, food was food, and he was offering. "Then we should get going. Unless you actually want to get washed up." The carrit turned to leave the alley, then glanced over her shoulder with a smirk. "Then again, you manage to pull off the garbage look." |
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Post by Jamie Lee on Nov 16, 2008 16:38:52 GMT -5
Venice chuckled and resumed picking self-consciously at his fur. "Well... yeah... I DO want to get washed up... BUT I'm gonna keep my promise first," he nodded, walking up beside her. "Why don't we head back to my place?" |
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Post by V for Vizetta on Nov 16, 2008 17:11:58 GMT -5
Patches just shrugged, and stretched slightly, cracking her back. It's your plan, so lead on, Venni." Sure, she knew his name, and hadn't graced him with hers... but he had asked. And he WAS feeding her. At least, considering how he phrased his last offer, she hoped so. "Oh, by the way, my name's Patches." A playful smirk crossed her face. "And you ARE planning on just feeding me, right? I mean, you are cute, but yer not my type." |
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Post by Jamie Lee on Nov 16, 2008 17:32:08 GMT -5
"Huh?" Venice gave her a questioning look. "What do you mean by--" click. "Oh. OH! Oh cripes, I didn't mean anything like that! I just thought that--what I mean to say is--I--well--you--" His cheeks turned a bright shade of red as he waved his hands defensively. |
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Post by V for Vizetta on Nov 16, 2008 17:41:17 GMT -5
That smirk never left her face, as she crossed her arms, and waited until there was a lull in Venice's verbal self defense, before she left out a laugh, that, although it seemed just slightly forced, also came naturally to her. "Relax, I was only joking. I know what you meant." Patches then flexed her hand, her claws unsheathing and resheathing themselves. "Besides, if you tried anything, I'm a tough girl. I think I could take you, mind powers or no." |
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Post by Jamie Lee on Nov 16, 2008 18:04:10 GMT -5
This only garnered a timid chuckle. Breathe, Venice, he told himself, by now having grabbed one of his long bangs to tug on nervously. Just... breathe...Her veiled threat unnerved him slightly. It made him think of some of the things he'd heard about strays. Plus now that he thought of it Silvia would probably be upset to know he was even talking to a stray, much less offering to feed one and take her back to their home. And it was that point he pushed his palm into his forehead as he realized how much trouble he was looking at getting into. "Hookay I'm an idiot... It's just... I can't let you into the theater... and I don't really want to be seen anywhere looking like this..." he pursed his lips together. "... And I just realized my owner's going to be upset if I take you back home anyway..." did I mention his face was still buried into his palm? |
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Post by V for Vizetta on Nov 17, 2008 16:00:53 GMT -5
... Figured. She was gonna get something to eat, MAYBE even snag something to get some MORE food for herself, and NOW this guy starts worrying about letting a stray into his house. But... this could be salvaged, yes. "Well, your owner doesn't even know I'm around, right? And I promise I won't make a mess in your house, so she'll never know I was there, either." Patches' expression turned almost hopeful (but a bit more so than she was actually feeling). "So... There shouldn't be a problem, right?" |
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Post by Jamie Lee on Nov 17, 2008 17:21:12 GMT -5
Venice pondered that, then nodded. "Yeah, you're right. As long as we're careful none of the servants should see us. Or maybe I could just go raid the pantry myself and bring something out?" quite confident in his plan now, he turned and began to wander off. "Well? Come on!" |
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Post by V for Vizetta on Nov 17, 2008 17:25:23 GMT -5
With a small smirk, Patches followed Venice, but kept an eye out for places to hide if she needed to... Paranoia is a surprisingly useful habit when it's justified. But then, inspiration struck. "If you're so worried about me being seen... why not just let me in through a window?" |
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Post by Jamie Lee on Nov 18, 2008 5:22:36 GMT -5
Venice debated over it, one again tugging self-consciously at his fur. And that was when inspiration struck. "Nah, actually, I've got a better idea," he commented as the two walked. "With my fur all gunked up I'll just say you're a friend of mine and we kind of wound up having an accident. Which is true, right? No one should question that since you... have a... c-collar..." he suddenly stuttered on the last part, that embarrassed look returning. "... Um. Not that I mean to offend or anything, but, er, you are a stray, right?" |
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