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Post by skrit on Sept 28, 2009 23:17:53 GMT -5
It was another one of those cold and wet days in St. Lucent, always with a chance of snow and that snow was happening at that very moment, so Skrit, as any other furrie would do, pulled her coats closer to her and brought her hat closer to her head. She was on a tech tool run, a rare watch needed fixing, one from the 1800's and well, the client payed good.
The snow started to thicken, so she pulled her scarf over her snout, wrapping her arms around her as she did so. Even though her scarf she could see her breath. Then, thud, Skrit stepped into a deep clump of snow and slipped, almost landing on her face. She cursed chittering to herself, not caring if anyone heard.
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Post by Rook on Sept 29, 2009 21:53:28 GMT -5
Ivan hated snow, not only was it completely unsympathetic to a pale skinny young man who needed as much sun as he could get- it was wildly inconvenient. Ivan's teeth gnashed as he spoke loudly, his voice caught in the signals of the Keyxi.
"I don't care how long it takes- send me a hovercar, or I'll have to reshedule'!
His voice was sharp like a threat, he waited for a second, the scruffy young cheetah just passably stuffed in a stiff formal attire hated the cold and he bit his lip, waiting for a typically inompetetent response.
"Perfect" he hissed "Just great".
He cut the signal eyes skidding forward like hovercraft on a violent wind. The yellow cheetah was a bit of an icesore in a snowy scape. He brought his formal wine colored scarf tighter 'round his neck and waited. Waited.
He turned and barely noticed someone in the corner of his eye, though he was too angry to really take her in, glaring forward up into the scar where flashing lights danced to regulate traffic.
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Post by skrit on Oct 11, 2009 14:26:05 GMT -5
Skrit whiped the snow off her muzzle, and sat up on her kneas. She then quickly brushed the rest of the snow and got up, so she wouldn't get any colder. Then she noticed something, the bag was missing, she quickly looked around, and found the bag unfrotunatly, the watch pieces were missing.
Skrit found a few of them, and then noticed that the final piece of the watch had landed at the feet of the cheeta. She pulled her hat so it was snug on her head and then continued to walk toward the Cheeta. "Excusse me, sir, I was wondering if you could hand me that piece by your foot," she said some what shyly, not being good with strangers.
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