Nightbeat
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Eternal Foe of Kitsch
"Truth is revealed in the smallest detail."
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Post by Nightbeat on Jun 7, 2012 10:37:47 GMT -5
Petunia will find the trunk already unlocked and easily opened. Maybe Muzzle hit the control to open it when she wasn't looking. The detective (the male, humanoid one [everyone in this scene is a detective]) opens the trunk and grabs one end of the motorcycle. "Let me help you get that," he says.
OOC: Petunia is free to pose Muzzle helping lift out the motorcycle on her post.
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Post by Pee-Dee on Jun 8, 2012 14:10:21 GMT -5
"Thanks." Once Muzzle helps wrestle her motorcycle out, Petunia walks it over to her parking space and parks it. Then she gives Muzzle a little wave and heads for the apartment building's entrance.
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Nightbeat
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Eternal Foe of Kitsch
"Truth is revealed in the smallest detail."
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Post by Nightbeat on Jun 9, 2012 12:38:32 GMT -5
Muzzle smiles crookedly at Petunia as she walks away, pulling on the brim of his hat in a farewell salute. "Take care of yourself, kid."
OOC: Wrap?
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Post by Pee-Dee on Jun 15, 2012 13:36:46 GMT -5
Petunia rides up in an elevator too narrow for her to stretch her arms out in. It stops at the fifth floor, and she steps out in time to catch an orange tabby and return it to its tired-looking owner. They head opposite directions down the hall with hardly more than a 'thank you', 'you're welcome'.
She unlocks her door and sighs. The empty rooms make her wish she was still snug in Muzzle's car. But if wishes were fishes, they'd all cast nets.
No nets here, just a set of blinds looking out at the street. She crosses the room, raises them partway so the sun will shine on her when it rises. Then she shrugs off her jacket and folds it up tight.
There's a long moment she spends looking at it in her hands, mind blankly wondering what junk pile she'd pulled something this nice from. Then she gets down on the floor, curls up knees to chest, and head on her jacket.
She's asleep before she realizes it.
OOC: Wrap.
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