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Post by Alfons Ogdein on Aug 10, 2010 15:27:30 GMT -6
There was something different about him, he could sense it during his time at the camp so many years ago. He should have died back then in that hellhole and yet he had lived and what's more...he did not seem to age after that, still looking like a fresh faced young man at the age of his early twenties.
He was older than that...much older.
One day Alfons decided to go on a little trip on the bus, to try and clear his head, in his lap a basket of covered cookies. When the bus stopped in this unusual place he found that he felt strangely calm...like he belonged here for some reason. A man sitting on a bench told him to go to the club and Alfons in return reached into his basket and offered him a small parcel of the cookies. The man had been surprised when he opened it to find the exact ones that his mother used to make and Alfons just smiled at him before walking off, swinging the basket at his side as he headed for the club like he had been told, looking around slowly.
"Hallo?" he asked, slowly peeking his head into the seemingly open building. "I vas told to come here?"
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Post by milesquincy on Aug 10, 2010 19:24:00 GMT -6
It was quiet in the Blue Cat Jazz Club, except for the radio playing behind the bar. There was an odd looking purple lump of fur sleeping on the bar counter. It's cat ears perked at the sound of Alfons's voice and it peeked it's head. It was a cat. With silver eyes and wearing a monocle. He turned his head in the direction of the back of the bar, then back at Alfons, then lied his head back down.
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Post by Alfons Ogdein on Aug 10, 2010 20:09:52 GMT -6
"Katzchen!" Alfons smiled and immediately he walked up to the cat, reaching out to stroke his head slowly. "Hallo!" he giggled softly. "Und who left you all along in here, hm?"
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Post by milesquincy on Aug 10, 2010 20:11:52 GMT -6
"Oh!" The cat started to purr when he was petted. "I'm not alone, sir. Germain's in the back room, checking the stock."
That cat talks!
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Post by Alfons Ogdein on Aug 10, 2010 20:13:43 GMT -6
Alfons yelped in surprise and he looked down at the cat in wonder, tilting his head to one side slightly. "Was is dein name?" he asked.
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Post by milesquincy on Aug 10, 2010 20:21:52 GMT -6
"The name is Schrodinger, the cat." The cat smiled proudly.
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Post by Alfons Ogdein on Aug 10, 2010 20:31:32 GMT -6
"My name is Alfons." he said with a small smile. "I am new here und a man told me to come here und meet ein man named Miles?"
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Post by milesquincy on Aug 10, 2010 20:34:58 GMT -6
"You're here to see the boss? He should be.... uhm...." The cat called out to the back; "Sir! Someone's here to see Miles!"
"Blimey." A smooth sounding British voice spoke from the stock room. Moments later, Germain stepped out of the room with a pencil tucked behind his ear. "Allow me to escort you to Miles."
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Post by Alfons Ogdein on Aug 11, 2010 6:28:55 GMT -6
Alfons smiled and waved at the British man. "Hallo." he giggled softly. Calmly he reached into his basket and he placed a small wrapped parcel of cookies in front of the purple cat. When the cat opened it he would find cookies that would bring him back to his childhood...or kittenhood in this case.
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Post by milesquincy on Aug 11, 2010 6:37:29 GMT -6
Schrodinger meowed softly. "Oh my, that smell. It takes me back to when I was just a wee little paradox."
Germain set down the clipboard and stepped out from behind the bar.
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Post by Alfons Ogdein on Aug 11, 2010 15:38:23 GMT -6
Alfons smiled and held out a parcel of cookies to Germain.
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Post by milesquincy on Aug 11, 2010 23:02:26 GMT -6
Germain smiled softly. "Mm, thank you kindly."
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Post by Alfons Ogdein on Aug 12, 2010 0:05:34 GMT -6
He nodded and giggled softly. "You are sehr velcome, Herr."
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Post by milesquincy on Aug 12, 2010 0:42:17 GMT -6
"Shall I escort you to the VIP room to meet Miles?"
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Post by Alfons Ogdein on Aug 12, 2010 0:49:39 GMT -6
"Bitte?" he asked with a smile.
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