Post by smithens on Jun 14, 2010 10:56:06 GMT -5
"And don't come back unless you have dosh!" the door slammed in the girl's face. She stood there for a moment, staring at the peeling paint on the wood. A minute later the door rushed open again, "Take your goddam cat with you!" Esmee, the cat in question, was discharged from the inn in a rather more undignified way than even the human. Being thrown out is possible when you're under 30cms tall. "Pfft. As if I were your cat." the feline sneered, dusting herself off. "And is this some kind of joke?! Why didn't he take your money? We should sue him!" The girl began to walk down the dirty street, the grey, cow-spotted cat trotting along behind, "Sarah, you always have money! I wouldn't be here otherwise!" Glancing over her shoulder at her furry companion, Sarah sighed, "Cheers." Esmee glared at her, ice blue eyes burning furiously, "Do you, or do you not have any money?" The silence that followed was a good enough answer for the talking cat, who scowled into the dirt.
"You gonna take off then?" asked the girl, not looking back. The question was ignored by the cat, who instead asked a question of her own, "So where are you going to work? I refuse to do any manual labour, anything to do with writing, nothing in which I have no freedom nor breaks, nowhere that I get paid under a hundred a week... Sarah? Are you listening to me? Sarah!" Growling under her breath, Esmee bounded after her almost-friend, who had somehow managed to get further ahead than the cat would want. "Sarah?! What are you doing? We're looking for work, not window shopping!" Sure enough, Sarah was stood with her face pressed up against the front of a shop, a small "Help wanted" poster was tacked to the inside of the glass.
She wasn't long inside, and when she emerged, Sarah was met by Esmee, still sat in doorway, glaring at her. The shop assistant took down the poster, and Esmee looked up expectantly. "They hadn't taken the poster down. The place was filled a week ago."
The duo proceeded into many of the shops in the centre of Fossgate, asking if there was any chance of work. They had places recommended to them, "You could try over the road," and "I heard they want some one over there," but no one did. Esmee for one became more and more irritable. Sarah found it best to ignore her when she was in this state, though this often infuriated her even more. Night was drawing in, they'd have to find somewhere to sleep soon, and resume their search tomorrow. "One last try...." thought Sarah, raising her hand to another door.
Knock knock...
"You gonna take off then?" asked the girl, not looking back. The question was ignored by the cat, who instead asked a question of her own, "So where are you going to work? I refuse to do any manual labour, anything to do with writing, nothing in which I have no freedom nor breaks, nowhere that I get paid under a hundred a week... Sarah? Are you listening to me? Sarah!" Growling under her breath, Esmee bounded after her almost-friend, who had somehow managed to get further ahead than the cat would want. "Sarah?! What are you doing? We're looking for work, not window shopping!" Sure enough, Sarah was stood with her face pressed up against the front of a shop, a small "Help wanted" poster was tacked to the inside of the glass.
She wasn't long inside, and when she emerged, Sarah was met by Esmee, still sat in doorway, glaring at her. The shop assistant took down the poster, and Esmee looked up expectantly. "They hadn't taken the poster down. The place was filled a week ago."
The duo proceeded into many of the shops in the centre of Fossgate, asking if there was any chance of work. They had places recommended to them, "You could try over the road," and "I heard they want some one over there," but no one did. Esmee for one became more and more irritable. Sarah found it best to ignore her when she was in this state, though this often infuriated her even more. Night was drawing in, they'd have to find somewhere to sleep soon, and resume their search tomorrow. "One last try...." thought Sarah, raising her hand to another door.
Knock knock...
