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St Louis Kidnapping 2The brown door to the Little Daisy Cafe swung open as Rocky pushed it with his paw. A small bell jingled to signal that he had arrived, to whoever was listening. Freckle stood behind him, hands in his pockets and his amber eyes trying to peer round his cousin to get a glimpse of the Cafe. The two cats entered the building and stood motionless in the middle of the room for several moments. They exchanged a worried glance, before Freckle slid into a booth and Rocky disappeared into the kitchen, searching for Mitzi. He appeared soon after, a puzzled look on his face.
"No sign of her, perhaps she went out?" he shrugged.
Freckle looked at his cousin. "This is usually the busiest time of the day..."
Rocky paused, then jumped over the counter and walked quickly towards the bookcase in the corner. He pulled a small knife out of his jacket and searched for a crack in the wood, Freckle watching him with wide eyes.
"You think she's down there?"
St. Louis Kidnapping 1"Hey, Freckle! You in?"
Rocky's loud and energetic voice rang throughout the house, reaching his auntie's and cousin's ears with ease. As he closed the door behind him Nina Freckle's Mum appeared at the top of the stairs. Her eyes were narrowed and dull and her mouth was in the shape of a disapproving frown. A usual occurrence when Rocky was in the house.
"In the garden." Nina told him coldly, her steely gaze fixed on her nephew.
"Thanks, Aunt N." beamed Rocky, turning towards backdoor.
He began to walk forwards at a steady pace, his zoot shoes clinking on the wooden floor and his whiskers twitching in amusement. Rocky soon found himself in the kitchen and stopped to look at the calendar.
Today's date 15th April 1927 was circled. The grey tabby observed it, his hand on his chin. He was pretty sure today had no significance whatsoever, yet it was circled in one of Freckle's best red marker pens, something his cousin only did with the very important stuff. Wit
Hitman to HitmanThe Lackadaisy was empty. Bare. Desolate. And unfortunately Zib wasn't surprised. It had kind of been that way since Atlas' death/murder. The saxophone player sighed and stepped off his stool, giving a casual wave to the band behind him to let them know he'd be back in a minute or two - not that they would be needing him anytime soon.
As he neared the bar he noticed a couple of rather .. Distressed looking patrons walking away empty-handed, whispering quietly to each other. He cocked his head to the side as he drew his eyes along the length of the bar - only to find Viktor looming near the sink.
"Viktor," Zib grumbled as he took a seat, elbow on the counter and chin in his paw. "I don't mean to hound on Ms. M's lectures, but uh I think maybe you need to work on your people skills."
"People skillz?" Viktor snipped, glaring at Zib with one eye. "Vat do you mean? I haff great people skillz. I vas originally hired for tings I can do to people."
Zib's head hit the counter hard enough t
Lackadaisy AIMMiss_May: Viktor, you really ought to practice your typing.
Vinegar_Tom: why do i have this thing
LoquaciousRocky1927: Hey Viktor! Did you get that cool website I sent you 13 times?
Missy_Pepper has just signed on
Missy_Pepper: OMG HI VIKTOR! ur never on, lol
Calvin2 has just signed on
Calvin2: Um, hello... who are all these people?
LoquaciousRocky1927: THESE ARE, um. My friends from band camp.
Missy_Pepper: Hi Freckle!!! :]
Calvin2: So uh... Tom, what instrument do you play?
Miss_May: Thomas here plays the banjo. He's very shy.
LoquaciousRocky1927: Yeah, one of them meek little fellers. Makes you look like a boxing champ.
Vinegar_Tom: very funy
Vinegar_Tom: thats what i ment...
LoquaciousRocky1927: You should have paid attention in English school! ;DDD
McMurray27 has just signed on
Calvin2: ... mom?
McMurray27: CALVIN YOU WERE SUPPOSED TO BE IN BED AN HOUR AGO
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