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Post by Weather on Apr 21, 2006 13:41:39 GMT -5
Ears flick foreward to catch the nearly inaudible sound of Cid speaking, having to lean closer to hear the words. "How often do you visit this store?" She asks, her eyes never leaving the dark figure below. Her body gracefully balances out in a way she is able to see both Cid, who is doing something quite strange with a metal box, and the human.
Her head c.ocks itself at a curious angle, but her questions are soon answered by the large click. Arrogant to society she might be, but she knew an alarm system when heard, having stolen most of her trinkets and food from such buildings.
The sudden light which floods the store causes her to bat her eyes and blink repeatedly, before her eyes react and calm to the bright bulbs. The alarm jerks her to attention, but her impulse luckily doesn't cause her to fall from her perch. At seeing the thief, as surprised as she, fumble his way, a tiny chuckle escapes her throat.
Despite herself, Libitina nods in immense approval, a canine-showing grin appearing on her face.
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Post by nicholos on Apr 21, 2006 14:12:05 GMT -5
Cid lights up with glee at seeing Libitina's positive reaction, delighted. He runs straight at her, leaps over her head, landing on the opposite side of the beam. His head cranes back so he can see her, mouths "hurry" and bolts up the stairs to the attic.
The cause for his urgency becomes apparent as police sirens fire up in the distance, their wailing thrown like dice into the cacophony. Cid is nowhere within sight now, somewhere above.
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Post by Weather on Apr 21, 2006 14:20:00 GMT -5
Libitina watches, eyebrows raising with amusement as he leaps over her head. She jumps to her feet the moment he mouths the word, and jolts off in his direction, eyes absentmindedly trailing over the scared burglar who seems to have fallen flat on his face. The view was enough to send another grin to her face as she reaches and ascends the stairs.
The sound of the sirens keeps her moving at high speed, darting up the oak stairwell, leaving the police at her heels. Her head swerves in all directions, looking for Cid.
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Post by nicholos on Apr 21, 2006 14:26:10 GMT -5
Cid can be seen crouching over a hole in the ceiling. The lighting here is dimmer, giving the hole an almost heavenly glow. His tail waggles back and forth excitedly, the expression on his face sheer giddyness.
The criminal below remains visible through the opening, whom is actually attempting to gather all his stolen goods together before taking off. Cid shakes his head, scoffing. "Amateur. He's totally busted."
He may be right. The police sirens feel closer than ever, their blare beginning to drown out the alarm itself. They couldn't have been far off when it was triggered.
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Post by Weather on Apr 21, 2006 14:35:39 GMT -5
The dim light casts Libitina's thin shadow across the wall, a companion which moves with her as she trots over to Cid's side. Her facial expression rivals his giddyness; her mouth, unused to moving let alone smiling, was starting to ache. It matters not her, and reaching him her appearance is one of complete estacy.
Eyes once more adjusting to the light level, Libitina takes in the pitiful scene. The robber is obviously not high in the smarts department, he's quite ridiculous under pressure. To Cid's comment, she agrees and laughs quietly as the robber's treasures spill out into the open, into the light beams.
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Post by nicholos on Apr 21, 2006 15:43:16 GMT -5
Cid finds a rare comfort in Libitina's enjoyment, watching her more than the entertaining scene below. He leans over to say something, probably to the effect of told you this would be fun, but in that same moment the coppers bust into the room and locate their target even as he's finally prepared to flee the scene.
Rather than run, which would be the most logical option, he decides he's going to fight his way out. As he's weaponless, the officials have no incentive to fire any bullets, and a most unusual brawl breaks out below, miscellanious parts crushing this way and that.
Cid flinches comically. "That shopkeeper is going to be piiissed." His tone raises at the end to emphasize the word, followed by a self-indulgent snicker.
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Post by arrikanez on Jul 29, 2006 18:10:45 GMT -5
OOC | I really hope you guys don't mind if I join in... This looks like fun! Not particularly the type to usually go wandering off, the little blue kit was in serious trouble. NOT that he'd never been down the alleys before. That wasn't the problem. The problem was that he was down the alleys... without his family... and without his protecting parent (who was probably worried half-sick for him, and had no idea where he was). Ben had zoomed back to Murales this morning to pick something up that he'd ordered, and he decided to take Tiyan with him. Well, when the kitten had popped into existance on his homeworld, the first thing he did... was to jump out of Ben's arms, and run as fast as he could with his spindly kitten legs. He still had a lot of growing up to do. And, unfortunately, the alley wasn't the place to do such. As a matter of fact, he was just thinking to himself that he would really like to go back to his boy's nice, comforting arms. He wasn't used to this much dark. And frankly - he was scared of his own shadow. Literally. He saw it out of the corner of his eyes, and took it for some gruesome monster. Without a second thought, he gave a yowl that was more like a shriek, and took off like a shot, bolting through crevasses and nooks, trying to escape the thing. After a few moments, he calmed, and cowered where he was, panting and trying to catch his breath. His heart pounded, his head spun. It was about then that he realized something: He was totally lost. Another something quickly came to light, and he cowered even more. He added to that statement. He was totally lost... with two strange Rivets who looked like they might very well eat him. Today was just not his day.
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