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Post by Picks on Feb 10, 2012 15:46:19 GMT -5
Whatever Isabella had up her sleeve, didn't come to pass. The beating she'd taken had tossed her back far enough she'd really had no other options but to take the advice of everyone who she ran into and keep to the house. And she managed to keep out of sight too just in case her brother found out. But he did anyway, and after a scolding and ranting and him leaving to drink away the anger he came back the next day with a mangy looking kitten in his hands.
Giving Isa something to take care of when she was sick was a cross between cruel and a good thing, it gave her something to focus on and the kitten was her constant companion. And he was a fighter in true Brooklyn style, swatting at anyone that came close. She didn't know anything about Rae being napped, no one had told her a thing. She'd had--- no idea that anything had gone one since no one had told her.
Now she was in the kitchen with the kitten that didn't have a name, Isa was sitting on the floor against one of the counters and the kitten was curled up in her lap fast asleep. It was nice, to have a companion like that.
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Post by raven on Feb 10, 2012 16:29:48 GMT -5
Raven walked into the kitchen as though she hadn't been missing for three days, just like everything was normal. At first she didn't even notice Isa sitting there on the floor. She was hungry and was looking to make herself a sandwich. She paused when she noticed Picks.
"Isa...whatcha doin on the floor?" She asked first, extremely confused and then she said, "Aw...you got a kitten!"
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Post by Picks on Feb 10, 2012 16:41:11 GMT -5
"Yeah, Bucky gave him to me in lew of being pissed off I guess.." She scratched the little hell raisers ears-- as the he hissed at anyone that came too close though walked on Isa's legs to go and sniff at Rae. "Don't have a name for him yet though. He's a fighter for sure, doesn't want anyone near me."
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Post by raven on Feb 10, 2012 16:48:44 GMT -5
Raven crouched down to look at the adorable little thing. "A fighter huh? You a little boxer then?" She said with a smile and held out her hand. "This kitty's got thumbs." She was smiling. Raven actually adored cats.
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Post by Picks on Feb 10, 2012 16:54:36 GMT -5
"He does," Isa lifted him up and set him on her shoulder, the kitten batted at Rae but without his claws. purring away like it was all some kind of game. "Could name him Boxer.. say we named him after Tristan.." She grinned and then winced a bit, rubbing her ribs. "Bucky's pretty mad.."
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Post by raven on Feb 11, 2012 1:16:27 GMT -5
"he's got a right to be," Rae said with a shrug and then swatted right back at the kitten, "Boxer's a good name."
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Post by Picks on Feb 11, 2012 1:40:53 GMT -5
"No he don't," she muttered-- running her fingers over the feisty little things head. "He really-- he really don't Rae. I ain't his problem. I can take care of myself-- this was just a set back." She meant it she was alive still that was something.
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Post by raven on Feb 11, 2012 10:07:27 GMT -5
"he's your brother, he's pissed that something like this happened to you. He only feels like that cause he loves ya." Raven said and then sighed, "you're lucky to have that."
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Post by Picks on Feb 11, 2012 14:39:32 GMT -5
Isa shrugged her shoulders, "I know I'm lucky to have him but you don't really understand..." Because in a way she didn't really have him. Marcus didn't know what to do with her most of the time and when he did-- he drank it away. "I don't... really have him either, Rae. Not really."
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Post by raven on Feb 11, 2012 15:50:47 GMT -5
Raven nodded, she sort of understood, but not entirely. She probably never would, not after the type of relationship shed had with her own brother.
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Post by Picks on Feb 11, 2012 15:59:34 GMT -5
"He blames himself for more than he lets on and no matter how much I tell him it's not his fault, he doesn't listen. Just... shuts me out and gets a fucking drink." She sighed and leaned her cheek against the kitten, who was enjoying swatting at Rae... and his new found attention.
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Post by raven on Feb 11, 2012 16:41:35 GMT -5
"that's how he handles things and you," Rae said with a sigh, still playing with the kitten. "I don't think he knows to get through things otherwise."
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Post by Picks on Feb 11, 2012 17:10:26 GMT -5
"I know," she replied shaking her head. "Been that way since he found out Mama was gone you know? He wasn' a mama's boy or anythin' he just promised Papa and-- I dunno. He decided he was a loser and so he's going to settle into it despite himself."
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Post by raven on Feb 11, 2012 17:33:27 GMT -5
Rae nodded, "either he stops blaming himself or he don't, there's nothing you can do about it."
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Post by Picks on Feb 11, 2012 18:13:25 GMT -5
"I know, don't mean I don't feel like I should, Rae. He's--- he's all I got." It was true and for once since she'd gotten to the house it showed on her face and she shook her head pressing her face into the kitten's fur. "Really all I got.. I love him. He's gonna die.."
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