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Post by faust on Feb 28, 2009 19:04:26 GMT -5
Roddy wasn't after anyone in particular today, but he was after something. Having nothing better to do today, he decided to take a walk around town, indulging in his hobby of people watching. Every time he did this, he always found someone who was acting suspiciously, or at least the wanna-be spy tought they were being suspicious.
So far, he hadn't stumbled on anyone that matched his criteria. He thought he had someone, who he had followed for a block and a half before he found out his target was just off to meet his girlfriend. Somehow, that little sojourn dropped him off in front of someplace called the Goldenbrick Boarding House. A nice enough building, but Roddy was left with the impression that it would probably be too steep for a garbage man's salary. Eh, maybe it was just the ritzy feel of this part of town in general.
Shrugging away those irrelevant thoughts, he moved to an inconspicuous spot on the street and kept his eyes out for shifty individuals. He'd know when he saw one...
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Post by Rook on Mar 2, 2009 11:59:57 GMT -5
Ivan, who had no idea that shifty individuals were being sought out today, or he would've stayed inside. Instead the young cheetah let the sunlight warm his fur, it was not cloudy today, cold yes, but the sun was shining hard and it pierced the brutal skies that usually resisted it's power and charmed them into a passably nice day, Ivan could smell the city today, especially the hot dog stand somewhere below.
His fluffy chest was bare and he was wearing only his jeans from the night before, his neat blond hair a little scruffy from sleep, the cheetah yawned stretching his arms and surveying his plants, which hadn't seemed to have grown any in the night. He frowned, claw lifting the limp lief of one of his carnivorous plants, concerned, but his fears were alleviated when it turned on him and gave him a ferocious nip on the thumb, thuckilly it was a small orange one.
He flicked the gaping bud away and whisked back into the house to pour himself coffee. He had no idea anyone was on the street, so he hummed to himself.
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Post by faust on Mar 3, 2009 9:15:35 GMT -5
And there was his shifty individual...
Seriously, who would wear a giant winter coat on such a lovely day like this? Roddy was sue that the rabbit who was walking down the street was hiding some kind of giant weapon parts in there. He made to follow...
Until the rabbit took off his jacket, revealing that, no, he wasn't carrying any giant dangerous weapon parts, thank you all the same. Rats! Roddy then decided to focus his attention on the bare chested cheetah. What was he up to? He watched the suspicious individual handle plants that came to life and tried to eat him.
Roddy gasped. He was cultivating carnivorous plants to use as weapons! There could be no other explanation; it's not like anyone would keep such dangerous things because they like gardening, and as he understood it, those things were grown seperately in special buildings, or at least they should have been.
Leaning against the wall of the next door house, he tried to make himself less conspicuous. What was the cheetah going to do now?
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Post by Rook on Mar 9, 2009 10:22:42 GMT -5
What now? That was a question Ivan entertained himself for a bit, as he sipped his coffee, leaning back on his chair for a bit, and then picking the entire thing up, one armpit cradling a stack of papers to his chest, and the other carrying a lawnchair, his tail looped tightly around the cup, and with this odd little party he parked himself on his high rise porch, , his flower box predators soaking themselves in the sun and waiting for any unwary insects or small birds to pass.
The papers arrived in a well enough condition, only slightly bent, he crossed his legs rather effeminitly and began signing off the first order form atop the stack...unbenownst to him however one of them had slipped away and escaped, an order form for a special kind of metal for none other than Aurora industries danced and waved in the cool morning air.
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Post by faust on Mar 12, 2009 19:06:45 GMT -5
Roddy wasted no time grabbing the order form before it could get away. Ducking down, he skimmed over the paper. Aurora? That was the largest business in St. Lucent, wasn't it? Roddy had the cheetah pegged as one of those gardeners he had heard about. So what was he doing handling order forms outside of the office of Aurora?
When he looked at what was being ordered, Roddy couldn't help but gasp. The material listed here was certainly not something for which you could go down to your local Hap-E-Mart and pick up on your lunch break. Roddy had very little experience with the items in question, but what he learned from reading the adventures of Perilous Perry Panda was that these things had an obvious military application.
Roddy looked up at his new-found enemy with a hint of paranoid respect. Just what was Aurora industries up to? Making some kind of deadly battle robot to function as their own personal army, no doubt. He was starting to get excited. He must be looking at one of the kingpins for a secret conspiracy against the Angels. Well, Roddy was practically an Angel himself; there was no way he was going to let this conniving creature go through with his plan. He would do his utmost to stop him. How was he going to do that?
Well, to put it truthfully, Roddy had absolutely no idea. He decided to watch the cheetah some more, see if he would do something else. In the meantime, this form could be used as leverage somehow; he pocketed it carefully.
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Post by Rook on Mar 25, 2009 15:16:35 GMT -5
Ivan went on about his morning rituals unaware that his life had just taken a nasty turn from an unexpected source. The young cheetah went outside again, this time with a small laptop computer and a glass of orange juice in hand, he sat crosslegged on a large green dusty lawnchair, his blue eyes scanning over the small screen, apparently oblivious to his surroundings.
The rainy weather was begining to let up, and some much needed light was filtering out of the dark gray abyss that swirled like a cesspool in the sky. The carnie's stretched their leaves, reaching up as if to grasp the light and drag it down where they could consume it as they consumed their meat day after day.
Who is he? He's been watching me...but for how long? Ivan's heart raced..it could have been anyone under the dying sun from a competition Council member trying to get dirt on him to besmirch collins...or someone who had a reason to knock off a few Founders in a very short span of time.
His tiny black claws cinched the side of his laptop, and his eyes appeared remained trained on the black screen, though he had already glanced the hamster he had no idea of his position down below at the moment.
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Post by faust on Apr 2, 2009 19:02:01 GMT -5
Slowly, cautiously, Roddy peered over the edge of the floor. He saw part of a laptop, and struggled to contain his excitement. Oh, what sort of sensitive information might he be able to glean from that glowing screen? Unable to resist the bait, he let his head com just a little further out of cover and...
"...!" ...promptly ducked his head back under cover. Black screen? Why would he just sit there with a blank screen? He knew why, of course. This was just like in book number seventy-three of Perlious Perry Panda, where Roddy's favorite secret agent faked out a rookie by holding a blank piece of paper and seeing who took the bait. And Roddy took the bait. What's worse, Roddy couldn't be sure, but he thought he just cried out when he saw the blank screen. He crouched, petrified. He didn't want to be around if the cheetah decided to investigate, but he didn't dare to move away lest he draw even more attention to himself. Please don't get up, please don't get up, please don't get up...
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