Posts by Camomile Vixentail

Noticing the water again dropping, Sarabi took note to report now they truely would have to start digging far and deep or else all they would have to drink was mud.

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Evita stopped chewing for a moment and peeked out from around her box when Joe asked about Max's phone, and then went back to her food when the answer was given as though she'd never looked around at all.

"Understandable." Hutch nodded, now bringing his plate of gruel- a thick, solid-and-liquid mucus looking mix of slop in a bowl with a saucer of two long sausage links cut up the middle of their length and opened, seared a bit, along with his mug of coffee. Once they were on the table, he turned to head out of the kitchen.

"Don't add my number before you leave." Evita's voice said from behind her walls, looking as though she hadn't spoken a word, "wait till he's not looking at you or go back to your room first. Log my name under something or someone else too, but not suspicious- something like information or something. I think that's a thing in this country, right? You can text some place and it gives you answers to stuff? That's plausable and usefull to someone like you."

"Here we are, it's not exactly the latest model, but it's no flip-phone." Joe laughed, striding back in and shutting Evita up immediatly. He handed her a Galaxy phone, one maybe a generation or two old.

"It's got about $100 worth of minutes on it, so use it wisely until you find work or figure out where you used to work." He noted to her before sitting down to grace and then his own meal.

"Evita, we'll be going to city hall today."

"I'm not going." She said.

"That's fine, I'll leave Fortuna with you."

"Don't you think she should be watching her." Evita's arm thrust out from behind her barracade, pointing a spoon at Maxine.

"If I'm with her there would be no need, would there?"

"Right, so you're just gonna be watching her every move all day and not seperate from her once?"

"I think we'll be in each other's presence the bulk of our time, but she's a fully grown woman, and warned of the world that lays beyond our door. Also, she is not my ward."

"Hmph." was the only response, but Evita smiled- so Maxine would be able to keep an eye on him all day. Now all she had to do was figure out how to lose Fortuna, or figure out how to keep her from ever leading Joe back to where she'd gone as a way of tattling, which the bird had been known to do.

"Would you like to get anything else done while we're out?" Joe asked Maxine.

OOC: Here let's do it for funsies in the OOC- I'll do simba, okay okay (NOTE: This has nothing to do with/no effect on the actual roleplay) Simba did want to speak to Nala privately, and decided to ask his friends to excuse themselves, "I think you better go."@Ten- you wanna give us a little musical accompaniment a la timone & Pumba?

OOC: Alright, first of all, calm down and check yourself. No one is attacking/nitpicking you or your RP, so remove the salt and just breathe for a minute okay? We were just trying having fun in the OOC, trying not to affect your RP which we all get you don't want to do, and we've accepted which is why we already RP'd passed it. You seem like your stressed out right now, but that doesn't mean you need to come at us the way you just did. It was unkind, unnecessary, and will not make you feel better or help your RP. You've been kind of testy for a while, so why not just step back for a minute, chill out, and remember that we've all come this far, so we're obviously willing to make this stuff work.

@Everyone who feels like responding: If you could only eat one kind of candy, but however much of it you wanted ONLY on Halloween, what candy would you pick? (Candy consists of an item that is mostly sugar, so like caramel apples are out- sorry)

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Nesee(pron. Nee-see) wasn't much for the weather here, back in New England, winter was the predominant climate and the cold had become something of a close friend. Here in the middle of Africa, it was whole different story though- she was wearing less than she ever had outside of a swimming pool, and even while that was still more than anyone else it seemed, she felt exposed. Quietly she looked for the kiosk of her guide through the safari with her backpack pulled tight to her back and her sketchpad already almost half filled clutched at her side.

As she looked around the rather bustling road, Nesee nearly bumped into a woman who seemed to be almost twice her size. She wasn't of course, but from standing right under her, she did feel rather towered over. Still, she blinked, regaining her bearings, and smiled her small, sweet, hesitant smile and pushed some of her hair back, reaching out her own hand and shaking the guide's,

"Yes, I'm Nesee, Nice to meet you, Ms. Otia." She said. Her voice was a little high, but it only sounded that way when she was nervous. She was also, almost always nervous. Averting her gaze instinctively almost, she backed a step up and smiled again, as though she'd forgotten to before and just now remembered.

"I'm uh, glad you speak English," she pushed her hair back again, "it was really hard just getting directions to here." she laughed a little.

With another timid smile and a dip of her head which represented a nod, Nesee fell into step behind Otia noticibly quickening her steps to keep up with the longer stride of her savanna guide. Once at the vehicle, she climbed in the back, sat on her knees, buckled her seatbelt, tightened the strap and put her backpack at her side, zipped open and revealing her artistic tools. Settling into the soft seat where she could see outside, she looked rather excited to get going, her tail gently swinging to and fro at it's tip as it draped over the edge beside her.

Bouncing in the car reminded Nessee of riding the school bus back in Middle school. It was not a fun memory. And thus, she retreated to her imagination, her creativity, and her work. Looking all around her there was so much to see. The animals were beautiful of course and seeing them naturally, the way they moved, the beauty of their lines and forms, the way they held their bodies gave her such a rush. Not only that though, because while a lot of people might only be concerned with their feral counterparts, Nesee also took note of the landscape of the continent. The flatlands and the hills, the different kinds of trees and the color and wide open freeing expanse of the sky. It was so beautiful she didn't even notice the genuine smile slowly plastering itself across her face and when they arrived at the stop, she felt a little sad. Still- she'd packed a good lunch.

"What'd you bring?" She asked, trying to start conversation, obviously nervouse once again,m and pulling her backpack with her as she, like a toddler, had to inchworm her legs at least twice to scoot off the seat and hop out of the car.

Without responding, Nesee tipped her head to one side, pulling two tubs of Tupperware out from the bottom of her backpack. Within it were all the makings for a sandwich. She kept them all separated to prevent seepage, but with her mustard and siracha on the bun now, she had to load up her meats, veggies, and cheese quickly and begin to eat before it all turned into a sloppy mess. She wondered, while her cheeks ballooned around the large bite of food and her lips puckered in order to keep her mouth closed while chewing, how berries and granola provided enough calories for Otia to sustain an active life. Maybe she just ate a ton of them. Yeesh, that must not be any fu-

Nessee jumped when Otia jumped up- she'd hardly recognized the rustling sound, but had not had the instinct to be afraid of it. She felt safe here in the shade of the tree near the jeep, in the open with her guide, and it hadn't occurred to her that danger might set upon her. Thus, as she turned around herself, backing her own back against the tree and peeking out from behind Otia, she didn't notice she had stopped chewing or a large portion of the bread could be seen from between her lips, though she clutched her sandwich like it was her firstborn child.

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"That's excellent news, dear girl." Josephat said, raising his spoon as if in toast to her before taking a bite of his gruel, "You shall be a mystery only a short while longer then- we can also request your bank statements, and hopefully that will show where your money is coming IN from and perhaps get to figure out where you were employed. Excellent, excellent news." He said more to himself before returning to his food.

Evita just stared at him a moment and how stupidly excited he seemed about this dumb credit card revalation. Would he make that same dumb face at her if she remembered about herself? Would she have to look at it every time something came back to her? Was he going to be THAT happy? Her thoughts were taking her down avenues she did not wish to travel on so she cleared her throat in a way that sounded more like a growl than anything and resumed her meal.

Within the next 20 minutes both of them had finished, Evita was on dish duty despite her protests, and so began sudsing it up while Hutch went to get his suit jacket and headed for the door.

"Don't stray far!" Joe called back to Evita who, with her back still turned to him, gave an exasperated salute to him with her giant yellow rubber gloves on, and he invited Maxine to leave first before he came after, to lock the door behind them.

OOC: nah, it's alright

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Thinking perhaps Maxine might not want to walk, Hutch went to the side of the house where he parked his car. He marveled at the machines when they had come into being, and how quickly they'd managed to get to where they were now in this year from where they'd been when Henry Ford had designed what now seemed like raucous abominations in comparison. Still, it was practical to own one, so he had gotten the softest ride he could manage and had settled on a late year model Lexus in a deep and reflective blue. He unlocked the doors and opened hers for her more habit of manners than thought and waited for her to enter.

Evita was quiet in the Kitchen, Fortuna stared at her, and she stared at nothing, listening instead for the sounds of the car pulling out and away.

HAving been busy digging at a root in attempt to find something- anything- beneath it be it food or water, Sarabi's ear turned at er name and she heaved a heavy sigh. She moved and headed back toward Packrock, her pace unquickened but her head high- she would not show submission or being broken as she approached the "alpha".

"Yes Scar?"

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Hutch glanced at Maxine to check on her state and though it was obvious to him that she was frightened and that her fear was from the car, he also noted that she was rather calmly keeping it under control and being very reasonable about the situation. With that, he turned his head further and went about backing out of the driveway and heading down the dirt path through the wooded area, out onto one of the obscure feeder roads, and then taking the turns to head into the city, right towards it's center which held the government buildings.

"Did you want to try stopping by a bank first to make a withdrawl?" he asked, "I've come to learn that a lot of people during their first lives have joint checking or savings accounts with others and if that person doesn't return in a given time, all saved money that they may some time later remember, is gone with no legal recourse. You could also try your PIN or make a new one before it becomes an issue as well?"

Meanwhile, Evita heard the car pull out and to be safe, finished the dishes, waiting an extra 10 minutes by messing around on her phone and locking all the windows. Sombre was at her side as always, but Fortuna was content just being able to see her. That was her mistake. Without missing a beat and seemingly at the drop of a dime, Evita broke into a run, from 0 to top speed in a blink, and she jumped through a window. Fortuna let out a shreik and took wing immediatly, but Evita turned around and slammed the window shut behind her and then ran around and put the trash can in front of the doggy door- which had been installed a long time ago for another tenant who's Keeper had been some large breed of canine but now through which Fortuna and Sombre had free run of.

"Haha." Evi laughed. Still, in the pit of her stomach was a tinge of discomfort- she'd never been alone since she had arrived her and started living with Hutch. Not a once. True, she always had Sombre, but he was just as reserved and witholding as she was and to top it off, he was kind of a part of her. Fortuna had alwasy been at her side, looking out for her and protecting her even if she could do it herself. Still, where she was going, she couldn't have the bird following, and where she was going, she knew she wasn't supposed to. What if Fortuna got hurt? She only had Joe's soul to carry, and he was such a... so if she got hurt or died then he.... and she wasn't even supposed to be there.

"Now stay." She ordered the bird, all joking sucked from her voice, and she and Sombre took off on foot to look for a certain group of people she'd heard about.

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With a simple nod, Joe made the gentle turn around a corner, making sure to come to stops so soft it was almost unnoticable when the car ceased being in motion, and gradual take offs that no doubt angered at least a couple people at his rear. He eventually arrived at one of the most popular bank chains in the state, figuring that was the most likely place to start. He pulled into a parking spot and smiled, turning to her, once the engine was off,

"Would you like me to escort you in and sit with you while you speak to the people, or would you rather I wait in the car?" He asked.

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With a polite nod, Hutch shut down the engine and got out of the car, moving quickly to open Max's door for her and locking it only after it was opened. This branch of the bank may not be the flagship branch of the city, but it was certainly huge as it neared the downtown area.

The building was 4 stories hight and while the first floor was facaded in black marble around all the square columns and the ceiling and stone awning were nearly 15 feet up in the air, the rest of the building seemed to be a dark tinted concrete. Windows shone reflecting the sun and though the building was not glass like other high rises, natural light must play a big part in the above offices. No doubt down below a branch like this was a large safe, and they also handled safety deposit boxes, of that he was already aware. For now, he moved passed the small line of people heading for the outdoor atm, and toward the big glass doors meant to welcome people in.

Just inside was a greeter, professionally dressed and smiling a banker's smile. She wanted to know if they were interested in opening up some special account they had going on at the moment. Joe promptly and politely declined and instead asked to speak to someone who could help his friend make changes to her account and retrieve information. They were directed to the small lobby- if it could truely be called that- it was a space defined by a rug which on the edges sat a couch a few love seats and three chairs all surrounding a coffee table with some bland magazines.

OOC: No trouble

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For one reason or another, Maxine seemed fidgity. Hutch noted it, and cleared his throat sitting up straighter to signal her that someone was coming to speak with her about her account. A man, portly but young, well dressed, clean shaved, balding, but doing his best to hide it, with wire rimmed glasses tucked into his breast pocket appeared and scooted around the two of them to get in front.

"Hi," he said in a much higher voice than Joe had imagined coming out of him, "I'm Carol Hough. I'll be helping you out today." And he scooped a soft looking, uncalloused hand at them in urge to follow while he turned to head back toward the bullpen, turning just as Hutch was standing to offer his own hand to shake. Passing by others in topless, 3-sided cubicles, though the cubes were nice what with thick permanent walls, topped by small class windows lined with dark woods, and spacious enough to fit two chairs for visitors, they were still as busy and soul crushing to look at for Hutch, and just sickening to hear the soft, electronic lilts of telephones, the gentle whisper of shuffled paper, and the ever endless cascade of fingers dropping on computer keys. It was like walking through a graveyard.

"Right here," Carol said with a pudgy smile opening the thick wooden door to an office that was at least half made of windows, one on the wall facing outside, and one facing the pen. Two very comfortable looking chairs, square in every way, made of black leather and chrome coated metal sat opposite a beautiful desk topped with only a deskpad, a pencil cup with a few pens and a letter opener, and a computer screen which Carol got behind and sat in a swiveling armchair so lush and posh it hardly seemed appropriate for a middle office on the first floor of a single branch of a bank.

"What can I do for you?"

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While not always evident, Hutch held a level of disdain for bankers. Making money off others while doing absolutely nothing in the process. Raised to be a hard working man, these types of jobs were not even to be considered jobs to him. What did they contribute to the country or the world or even the economy? Nothing. They just held onto your money and told you how much you had to pay to let it live in a vault they didn't even own nor could they protect if something happened. Still, he was a civil man, and recognized that Max needed help, so he engaged the pudgy man,

"Yes, she had some questions, and I was also wondering a few things."

"Sure, sure, I just need to get your name and address so I can pull it up."

"Yeah, that's one of the things, We think there was a mistake on her address, but we don't know what- she can't recall receiving any mail or updates of any sort and it's been quite some time." It wasn't exactly a lie.

"I see." Carol nodded more seriously, turning to his computer, "Alright, well, does she have online banking? We could just get her login-"

"No, don't trust it."

"It's completly secure sir, we have,"

"Secure or not, she hasn't used it."

"Rrrrright. Okay then." Carol seemed a bit less chipper, "Well, I guess we can just look for her name and then try the security questions-"

"If it's all the same to you, sir, how about we just give you her name and phone number and you can access her information and we'll go from there."

With a slight huff, but knowing Hutch was the type of patron who couldn't be argued with, he turned toward Maxine for said information.

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Carol plugged in the numbers and did some clicking before finally turning back to the two of them.

"So what is it you'd like to know specifically?" He asked with another smile pasted on his dumpling face. Hutch turned back to Maxine to see what it was she wanted to do first.

P.S.OOC: I don't know what you want/would be discovered about Max's bank account, i.e. if there's someone else on it with her, how much she's got, where her money is coming from, etc.

"There is no food left in the Packlands, Scar." Sarabi answered, evenly, her posture never once shaken and her proud head still held high.