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Post by Dinah Pleasance Liddell on Dec 29, 2009 12:35:16 GMT -5
Dinah's expression lit up almost immediately, and she nodded gleefully. "I know I will!" The red-head called up to him. She could get to know her new friend more, and perhaps meet his friends so that they might become her friends as well! Oh me, oh my. The thought was enough to cause Dinah to giggle slightly, smile broadly up at him, "Yes, please, I want so very much to get to know you, dear one~" the cat promised, nodding her head once more, before picking up the pace- hearing him call to the Knave. She didn't particularly care if they were stealing, as long it was 'they'. As long as they were near her, and her near them. Dinah already knew that she was quite ready to do whatever her new friends desired.
Posting herself outside the kitchen entrance, Dinah straightened up, squaring her shoulders. She curiously wondered what it was she was supposed to do if somebody saw them, but figured that she would most likely know if the moment came. Smiling serenely as she glanced over her shoulder and into the kitchen, she gave a sigh of contentedness. Thievery was so wonderful, in the right company.
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Post by marchhare on Dec 29, 2009 16:48:39 GMT -5
March parted with Dinah quickly, promising he would return shortly before weaving his hand out of her own. Such an affectionate little thing, she was. It would be better in his mind if he could get some of the playthings to be more like her at the party of his, but it was always hard to find all that willing playthings. Not like Dinah.
Her reply to him had bothered him slightly though, as though she was blissfully unaware as to what he was referring too--- but the time to worry about that was not now, as he entered the kitchen following the Knave.
"So what's the plan Jack-o?" he asked, and was instantly given an answer that they would simply search. He laughed loudly, then set of looking, checking the various ovens and such of the kitchen. The air certainly smelled of delicious tart goodness, but they were not in plain sight.
"Whatcha think of that girly out there, Jacky boy?" he asked as he sidled up to the card. "Quite an affectionate one, she is. She'd be good to have around for a while." He said in a very suggestive tone.
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Post by knaveofhearts on Dec 29, 2009 18:00:55 GMT -5
"Personally, I don't care whether we keep her around or not," the Knave replied, trying to find those elusive tarts. "But I suppose we'll have to let her cling to you for a while. After all, what sort of rabbit would you be if you didn't spend half of your time procreating?" As he made his comment about rabbits and their reproduction, he opened what looked like some kind of oven(he wasn't particularly familiar with the machinery in the kitchen), inside of which was a plate with eight apple tarts on it. "Ah, here we are," he said, showing the pastries to the Hare. "And now that we've got what we came for, we should probably get out of here. Unless you want to take a carrot or something," he added as he left the kitchen, chuckling at his terrible joke. And yes, he did intend for it to be a terrible joke.
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Post by Dinah Pleasance Liddell on Dec 29, 2009 21:10:37 GMT -5
My. Being a look-out wasn't quite as exciting as it sounded in the beginning. After only a few moments, the kitten found herself curiously examining a blackened rose that had yet to wilt. It seemed as if it had just barely been planted. Dinah knelt, plucking it tenderly from its place- letting out a minuscule whimper as a thorn managed to dig viciously into her hand. It as no matter, she had greater business to tend to- like rubbing the petals lightly against the edge of her blouse. The grim black paint clung to the fabric, leaving a lovely white rose in her hand. Beaming to nobody in particular, Dinah's hand dove into her pocket- pulling forth a glimmering gold tube of scarlet lipstick. Glancing over into the kitchen, where her companions still seemed to be in search of the tarts (which must be utterly delicious, to go to all this work. Though, as the cat had never consumed a tart, she would have to assume that they were the very best!), she set to work. Carefully pressing the brilliantly colored cylindrical make-up item against each petal, soon enough- the ginger-haired woman found herself admiring her work.
Fair hands pressing against the kitchen doorframe as she tilted her head, Dinah watched the two as they finally discovered the tarts. Only a few seconds later, Jack passed her in that same hurry that seemed to have possessed him from the minute he arrived. Looking to the Hare briefly, she turned as well, though struggled to maintain a pace that kept up with the Knave, but did not put her too far from her Hare.
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