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Post by Deleted on Oct 11, 2013 20:45:46 GMT
The Bengal tiger rested upon its belly on the cold of his cage, feline eyes peering out into the darkness. It was one of those moments where the silence is so imminent that it’s loud. The darkness enveloped the tiger’s cage, and any light proved elusive, as if warded off by the pure black that wrapped itself around the prison. Thump.The tiger’s ears flickered. It had heard something, but its body, bar its ears, belied the acknowledgement. And then, slowly, its eyes rose to the roof of the warehouse. Thump.The Bengal tiger rustled, but it didn’t break its statue-like posture. But every fibre in its being was tense with anticipation. Its eyes followed the sound to the very corner of the roof, the one closest to it. It was as though the tiger was willing it to make another sound with its fierce scrutiny. Creak.--- Aden settled himself down onto the crate boxes with utmost care; his white-knuckled grip on the beams the only thing keeping him from a nasty freefall to the bottom. He tested the boxes stability with one foot, and after deeming it stable, crept onto the boxes that were stacked haphazardly. He didn’t dare make a sound, but as his eyes focused to the darkness, he let out a silent sigh. It was a long way down. But Sebastian was outside waiting for his signal, and he wanted to get this over with as quickly as possible, so he began his ginger descent. A tranquilizer gun was strapped to his waist, stolen from the zoo a few days back, all in preparation for this moment. He bit down on his lip and swore softly as his foot slipped. The sound of the scuffled reverberated throughout the cavernous warehouse, but there was nobody there to call him out on it. He continued. He reached the ground with a hand on his tranquilizer gun. The cage was to the left of the mountain of crates he’d descended. He would tranquilize the tiger now and then give Sebastian the signal. He raised his hand with the gun, a finger itching on the trigger. YUN MO
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Post by YUN MO on Oct 14, 2013 23:25:45 GMT
Exotic animals were a rough market. The delay of the transaction made the thief nervous. She had a tiger in her warehouse, growling, burning inside the crate. It had to eat, and that was why her motorcycle slowed down, rolling over the pavement and around the puddles of the shipping warehouses. Yun didn't like to come here often because she did not look like a warehouseman or dockworker. She pulled up the collar of her leather riding jacket after she shrugged off the yellow motorcycle helmet. The sky was grey and the wind was filled with brine. Tucked into her arm was a grocery bag filled with four fat chickens.
"Hello, devil," as she opened door panel and stepped into the dark hangar. "Growling won't get you any extra morsels this time- UHHHHHHHHH." A man was dangling by a string above her prize cat. Yun's hand went straight to her thigh, patting greedily, but no gun. Then, she plunged it into her brown back, "What is this? Get out, or I'll shoot!" Her hand grabbed a chicken thigh like a gun, and she stepped to the left to guard herself by some crates. A man was dangling from the roof, and her eyes roved over the silhouette of his form with disbelief and disdain.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 28, 2013 1:53:17 GMT
 A woman burst into the warehouse, her slender arms wrapped around a brown grocery bag that crinkled crisply with movement. She purred and stalked toward the Bengal tiger, as though communicating in the same language, before she noticed Aden. Aden bent to the floor when she shouted, startled into inactivity for a few precious moments, but he didn’t let the woman’s subtle patting go unnoticed. Licking his dry lips, he slowly grew until he was standing upright once more, the air of an arrogant prince wrapping itself around his lithe frame. “You’ll shoot,” he said, leveling the tranquilizer gun with the woman’s head. He was horrified to know that his grip on the gun trembled. “With a handful of tasty morsels?”A trickle of sweat ran cold down his cheek. God damn it. He had a policy about women. Even if they were terrifying, tiger-food-wielding femme fatales. “I have the gun,” he said, forcing a wave of plastic authority through his throat. He jerked his head toward the cage. “Unlock it. Or I’ll shoot.” He smirked, but the effect was dampened by the uneasy twitch in his eye. YUN MO |
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Post by YUN MO on Oct 29, 2013 7:08:59 GMT
KITTY IN THE DARK | Yun gulped. All she had was a bag of raw chickens, and the lies on her tongue stuttered with a real gun aimed at her face. The bag crinkled as she pulled it to her chest. "...All right," she seethed. Who was she kidding? Fierce, wild eyes glared back at the man, daring him to turn his back on her for even a second. A million questions poured through her mind. Who was he? How did he know a tiger was at pier-storage #38? Did he have anything else on her? She needed to find out.
Her face was hot with defeat. She approached the tiger's cage, a grudge in every steps. Her eyes shined in the light from the skylights, glaring up at the man, before flicking to the cat.
When Yun set down the bag of chickens, the tiger stood and came to the bars. Its tail flashed, black stripes rippling across its body to the beat of the bars. A throaty chuff demanded the meat.
With the key pulled from the lining of her sleeve, she hesitated.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 9, 2013 0:36:34 GMT
“I don’t know,” he said. “A lot of things could happen. Maybe, if you quit prancing ‘round, getting shot won’t be one of them.” The lie in his honeyed accent was just as thick and viscous on his tongue, so much that he felt he could swallow it, and he knew the woman would know, too. He wasn’t too worried. Resistance would be met with a tranquilizer dart in the neck. Of course, no matter what the woman did, she would still end up with a tranquilizer dart sticking out of her neck. Aden didn’t even know if she knew his gun was bereft of lead bullets (he would never shoot a lady, anyway). All the better. “So,” he continued, taking calm steps—no, attention-demanding strides—toward the woman, his arm steadied and his aim impeccable. In the dark, the tendrils of black shadowed his lithe form. He looked a little like a tiger himself, with the deep-set conviction in his normally exuberant eyes. “The lock?”YUN MO |
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Post by YUN MO on Nov 17, 2013 20:40:55 GMT
KITTY IN THE DARK | The tiger stood directly in front of the locked bars of the door, licking its jowls and staring up at Yun's brown paper bag. Its whiskers were attentive, and it continued to make bossy chuffs for its meal. The tiger was hungry and attentive. Slowly she slipped the key into the lock, but the tiger batted at the bars. Yun's pulled away in time. The key clinked as it hit the floor. She stared huffily back up.
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