06-27-2013, 01:05 AM
The finger wigggle: apparently the appropriate bait when fishing for cats. Cats. Cat-fish. Get it? Right.
There is something in this tableau of a little girl sneaking up on an adult. Here is Jack, reading the paper after that finger-wiggle. Here is Cat come like a cat herself, closer and closer again. Here she is, sitting near him, looking. She is using the chair, or perhaps she is propping herself on the table, or maybe she is going from one to lean against the other; perhaps she is at his feet near his leg, staring. Decidedly creepy, those dead shark eyes in such a sweet girlish face, even married as it is by anxiety.
Jack abandons the paper when she speaks, laying this final fold genteelly across his leg. His right ankle is on his left knee and he leans forward to pay her the attention he believes she deserves. Now, there is a brightness to Jack's eyes - a gloaming vitality that acts as much like a star in Dream's eye than anything else. How many kindred look him in the eye? Easier to flinch away, to look None Too Close. But Cat's looking at him anxiously, and
Do you know what I saw tonight?
"Let's see if I do. And since my eyes weren't there, help me flesh out the details. The kine were down? Were they wounded bloody, or in a faint? Conscious or," wry, on the word, "blissfully unaware? The mouth opened and ate them: Was it a clean kill?"
He adjusts his position with the air of someone in horn-rimmed glasses adjusting his spectacles and clearing his throat before a full room. The adjustment is gentle and it gives him a moment to scrutinize the approaching Ravnos, whose grin of greeting and presence seems welcomed by the nosferatu Jack, if his nod is anything to go by and why wouldn't it be Jack is not inherently threatening and a nod is a welcome, before his attention returns to Cat. Are the gorillas okay?
ooc: So, y'all, we should totally try to play this in the chats. I'll try to shout around the ooc room for you.
There is something in this tableau of a little girl sneaking up on an adult. Here is Jack, reading the paper after that finger-wiggle. Here is Cat come like a cat herself, closer and closer again. Here she is, sitting near him, looking. She is using the chair, or perhaps she is propping herself on the table, or maybe she is going from one to lean against the other; perhaps she is at his feet near his leg, staring. Decidedly creepy, those dead shark eyes in such a sweet girlish face, even married as it is by anxiety.
Jack abandons the paper when she speaks, laying this final fold genteelly across his leg. His right ankle is on his left knee and he leans forward to pay her the attention he believes she deserves. Now, there is a brightness to Jack's eyes - a gloaming vitality that acts as much like a star in Dream's eye than anything else. How many kindred look him in the eye? Easier to flinch away, to look None Too Close. But Cat's looking at him anxiously, and
Do you know what I saw tonight?
"Let's see if I do. And since my eyes weren't there, help me flesh out the details. The kine were down? Were they wounded bloody, or in a faint? Conscious or," wry, on the word, "blissfully unaware? The mouth opened and ate them: Was it a clean kill?"
He adjusts his position with the air of someone in horn-rimmed glasses adjusting his spectacles and clearing his throat before a full room. The adjustment is gentle and it gives him a moment to scrutinize the approaching Ravnos, whose grin of greeting and presence seems welcomed by the nosferatu Jack, if his nod is anything to go by and why wouldn't it be Jack is not inherently threatening and a nod is a welcome, before his attention returns to Cat. Are the gorillas okay?
ooc: So, y'all, we should totally try to play this in the chats. I'll try to shout around the ooc room for you.