2007-07-04: Kittens and also Explosions

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Bekah_icon.gif Carmine_icon.gif Erin_icon.gif

Summary: In a small park outside the Bronx, Erin and Carmine search for meteors and find cats instead. Bekah helps dig them out of a tree.

Date It Happened: 4 JULY 2007

Kittens and also Explosions


The Bronx, Small Park

She knows better than to be out this late, and she knows she's challenging odds here, but it's the fourth of July - Independence Day. Who's going to be out in the city doing anything other than looking at Fireworks? Sure, this is the Bronx; the sun is going down, and this really isn't the best place ever to be, but there are lots of people around here tonight - people with families. Erin's here to see some fireworks, sure. But she's wandered to one of the small parks in the area. Meteors from the sky, the crazy person had said. And while she doesn't really put that much stock in such things, she has to admit that it did pique her curiosity. The only thing is… She can't find anywhere where there could have been a meteor.

To be fair, it could have been small. Most of the space debris that reaches the planet's surface is so disintegrated, that it's pea-sized or smaller by the time it contacts the ground. But the guy said it killed his dog, so there had to have been something. This might not even be the right park… God knows there's dozens of them, but there's no harm in looking around a bit.

She's standing over a brown spot in the grass. Likely? It was just from a dog leaving it's mark. Somewhere in the distance where there's a scheduled fireworks display, which'll start in the next hour, she hears the song change to Smuggler's Blues… At least she has some music while she searches.

—-

The promise of fireworks is enough to draw out Bekah. She even has on a blue shirt. How spirited. She's strolling through the park with the buds of her iPod in her ears and a corn dog in her hands, nibbling at the fried treat.

—-

Similarly, Carmine is here for the fireworks. Not that he particularly enjoys fireworks, but it at least gives him an excuse to not be at home or at work right now. He's found a stray cat in the area that seemed friendly enough, but is obviously neglected and in need of a home. He was able to coax it over with a bit of hot dog and make friends, but now the cat is wandering over somewhere. She's obviously got kittens, and Carmine wants to see where and how many. He's just helpful that way. His last two cats came to him as strays too, and who cares of Cesca would rather not have more? The cat wends her way in the general direction of Erin, pausing now and then to get a friendly petting from the cigarette-smoking Italian.

—-

She's still pondering over that spot in the grass when she decides it's not worth getting her hands dirty over - because it /could just be a dog spot/ - when she sees the cat. One thing Erin really doesn't ever want is pets… Her apartment's too clean for that. However, she doesn't dislike animals, and as it wanders over, she crouches down and holds out a hand. She always finds that strays are some of the nicest cats there are, which seems odd.

Also, there's someone following after the cat, and she looks up to see— Familiar guy! "Oh, hey," she says, still crouched, still waiting for the cat to come close enough to pet. "You're not looking for— I mean, I know it's stupid, but maybe that guy /did/ see a meteor." She hasn't seen Bekah yet.

—-

Bekah spots the cat, and hey, that's interesting. Besides the fact that it looks neglected, how many people bring cats to a fireworks show? She heads over closer to get a better look at it, moving her in closer to Erin and Carmine in the process.

—-

Oh, look, a familiar face. The cat is a little wary at first, but she soon slinks over and bumps her head against Erin's hand with a purr. Hai hai. Feed me plz. Carmine, meanwhile, just blinks at Erin, then at the spot on the ground. He removes his cigarette from between his lips and shakes his head. "He was just a crazy guy," he states blandly, not really letting on that, well, he's been kinda searching too. The cat sidetracked him. When Bekah approaches, he glances over at her, then points with his cigarette toward the cat. "That yours?"

—-

Cats always tend to bring people together! Or something. As the song changes on the radio again, Erin shrugs. "Well, it's something to do. Seriously, who knows?" Not that a meteor is really going to have any special properties about it, but she's curious. "The guy saw something, with the way he was ranting. Or maybe he was just lonely." All Erin knows is that if someone's crazy and ranting on camera, it's usually a clue for something bigger. Real life doesn't work that way, but she makes a living off pretending, so wouldn't it be cool if there was actually something to this? Smiling at Bekah, rubbing the cat behind the ears, Erin stands. She doesn't want to bring any fleas home, so she isn't going to spend the whole night holding the cat. Ew.

—-

Bekah takes one of the ear buds out of her ear, letting it dangle as she squats down to get a better look at the cat. "Not mine, no. I'd not think I'd let a cat of mine run around loose in a crowded park right before fireworks start going off. Nope."

—-

Carmine grunts in response and understanding, knowing full well he would never let his cats run around in a park right before fireworks either — or ever, actually. Not that they don't get enough fireworks at home. The cat rubs up against Erin's leg, then glances over at Bekah before she turns and disappears into a hollow under a tree. Carmine watches her go, flicking ash from his cigarette. "He probably saw something because he was high on whatever smack he could find on the streets," he remarks to Erin. A look to Bekah. "Do you live around here? Have you seen any meteors?"

—-

Might as well bring this girl up to speed with what the hell they're talking about, eh? "Yeah, there was this guy who was ranting that some meteor fell out of the sky and killed his dog." But wait, there's more! "He claimed someone did it. Like… called the meteor out of the sky or something." Which was kind of a what-the-HELL moment for all litening, but Carmine's probably right. He was probably high on something. As the cat runs off, Erin glances after it, but that's all the attention she'll pay. "I've seen shooting stars. Nothin' that reached the ground, though." Yeah, she's answering Bekah's question, but she might as well.

—-

Bekah looks over to Caramine then to Erin as she explains. "Uh, no. I don't live too close to here, just here for the fireworks. And I haven't heard anyting about a meteor. If one was big enough to kill a dog, it should have left at least a small crater, right?"

—-

Exactly. Carmine takes another pull from his cigarette before licking his thumb and index fingers and killing the lit end with a squeeze of both. "Mm-hmm. He said that someone covered it up." As if he wasn't crazy enough, right? But inside, the mafia man is really rather curious. He eyes the brown spot thoughtfully as he wipes the ash off his fingers. "So I guess we'd be looking for dead spots of grass."

—-

Someone covered up a crater, yes. So it couldn't have been that large. Just… shove some dirt and grass over it, and that's it, right? Said projectile was, however, large enough to kill a dog, if the crazy guy is to be believed. As the sun sinks lower, and she shadows of the trees stretch across the ground, Erin reaches into her purse for a small flashlight, which she flicks on, looking around on the grass with it. "I don't think this is the right place. There's just nothing that would indicate that anything happened here. But." She toes the ground next to the dog spot. "He said he had dogs, so…"

—-

Bekah looks over to Carmine and Erin for a second before she asks. "Have you considered the fact that he was likely either someone in need of a good psych evaluation or who had taken a few too many recreational substances?" She asks, not really helping them look. She'll just wait to see if they find anything.

—-

"That's what I said," retorts Carmine in his usual monotone as he digs about in his pocket for another cigarette. Chain-smoking is healthy. Still, his gaze goes to the brown spot illuminated by the flashlight again, though, and his search stops. Finally, he rolls his eyes and sighs. "There's nothing under there," he states, though it sounds as though he's speaking not only to Erin but to himself as well. "Look." Dropping into a crouch, he starts to pull away at the dead grass, digging his fingers into the dirt to pull up chunks.

—-

"Well, yeah." Of course she has! "I just want to know what he saw, if anything." The last light disappears, a warning shot goes up, signaling that the fireworks should be starting soon. "Besides, if he did see a meteor, and we find it, they're worth something. I did some research." And she laughs when Carmine leans down and pulls up the grass. Yeah, he was trying to play it cool (smooth) but he's just as curious as Erin is, it seems. "You probably just stuck your hands in dog pee," is her reply to Carmine's search, because that's usually what happens when people bring their dogs to the park. Even so, she kneels down and starts digging around the brown spot, attempting to pull it up around the edges without putting her hands on it - if she can help it.

—-

Bekah moves a bit closer to where they're searching with a wrinkle of her nose. "Dog pee. I'm sure it's a wonderful moisturizer." She says dryly with a shake of her head. "Consipiracy theories. Probably some paranoid schizo."

—-

Carmine doesn't seem to care about the dog pee. He doesn't care about the dirt either. He just digs until it is rather apparent that there's nothing beneath the dead patch of grass. "There, see?" he grunts as he rises to his feet and brushes off his hands, masking his own slight disappointment very well. "Nothing." When the warning shot goes off, he glances over his shoulder, then at the hollow beneath the tree. "Either of you have a box or something nearby?" He obviously intends to take the cat and her brood home.

—-

"Yeah, well. There are other parks in the area." Not that she intends to really look every waking moment, because that'd kind of be a waste of time. It's not really productive to go on wild goose chases based on the word of someone who /could be insane./ Arching her eyebrows at Carmine, she, too, stands up. "Do I /look/ like I carry boxes around?" There's a half-smile, incredulous and humoured. Silly question. "You'll probably find one over in the main park, though. There's vendors and stuff. They carry their food in boxes." She pauses. "Leave that cat alone, it's probably covered in fleas."

—-

Bekah shakes her head as she looks over towards the tree. "I don't." She says before she looks over to Erin. "What? It's not like it's impossible to get the cat to be non-flea covered. And if it has kittens, they should be around people before it's too late." She's not volunteering to take the possibly flea ridden cat home though.

—-

"All the more reason to help her, then," Carmine states with a small shrug before he turns and moves off to fetch a box. "Especially before the fireworks start and she gets spooked." There's a vendor not too far away — in fact, it's the hot dog vendor he got something from before. Once he reaches the vendor, he speaks quietly to the man and soon acquires an empty cardboard box, which he brings back toward the two women.

—-

Well, Erin's face clearly showcases how she feels on the matter. You bring fleas into your house, and you just get more fleas. "Your choice," she mutters as Carmine heads off for the box, though she does look back toward the hollow under the tree. He's going to have to work fast, though, if he wants to get that cat and her kittens before the fireworks start. Over the radio, they're broadcasting a thirty second countdown. "I just don't like them in my house," she says to Bekah. "But, hey, if he's okay with it, more power to him. I just won't ever be visiting."

—-

Bekah shakes her head at Erin. "Here, I'll help you get them out." She offers to Caramine, moving slowly towards the tree so as not to overly startle momma cat. "I touch worse things than fleas on a regular basis." Though usually with a nice layer of rubber glove in between her and the gross stuff.

—-

So does Carmine — namely his wife. AHAHAHAHA. He's so funny, the way he's all witty in his head. But he doesn't say it aloud, because it's not really true. His wife is gorgeous. Setting the box on the grass, he kneels down in front of the hollow and peers in. "I have a place to quarantine them until the fleas are taken care of," he tells Erin calmly. It's nice and warm in there and it smells … well, like a place where a cat nests. Not that Carmine would know, because he doesn't smell things very well. He can see the shimmer of eyes in there and vague shapes. He reaches in and feels around a moment, then slowly withdraws a tuxedo kitten. The eyes are not opened yet and it's small, likely not more than a week old. This is placed in the box, and he begins to draw out another, this one white.

—-

Sigh. Well, she doesn't want to look like an /ass,/ but… /FLEAS./ "Fleas carry … mange." Do they really? She has no idea. She heard about mange one late night on Animal Planet while trying to learn her lines. It's one of those things that make dogs look gross. In any case, she heads over toward the tree to see if she can at least prevent Bekah and Carmine from getting a nasty scratch, but she'll complain the whole time. "You can't take in every stray you find, it's just not possible. And this cat might be perfectly happy." Fifteen seconds!

"How many are there?" Erin digs through her purse, turning the flashlight toward the hole so Carmine can at least see what he's doing. Eventually, she comes out with a pack of Kleenex, which she opens up and shreds into the box, so the stupid kittens at least have something to sleep in that's relatively soft, and will hold a little heat.

—-

Bekah reaches in and pulls out a tiny little black kitten. "They're so young." She says as she settles the kitten in the box reaching in to see if she can get her hands on another one. And she does, another pure white kitten. Or at least it'll likely be white when it's clean. Right now, it's rather dirt colored in places. "Can you get momma cat before the explosions start?" Because these kittens are too young to lose momma. "If they were a bit older, I'd offer to take a couple. I'd like cats." Really, she and cats have a lot in common after all.

—-

Mange. Ffffsh. And if Carmine had his way, he would take in every stray he finds. "Maybe not, but I can at least take in a few." He withdraws the fifth and final kitten — much smaller than its siblings and calico in color — and drops her into the box before he reaches in for the mama. He clicks his tongue soothingly and manages to take her by the nape of the neck and coax her out without much trouble. She's happy to come when her kittens are no longer in there, and she's even happier to get settled into the box where they are. He starts to close the flaps to ensure she doesn't leap out when the fireworks start. "Five," he tells Erin, then he digs about in his pocket for a pen and paper. "Let me give you my number and you can call in a few weeks, if you want a couple."

—-

Oh, god, the calico totally wins her heart and shuts her up. So. Cute. Okay, maybe getting the cats out of the tree was a good idea. She's still not going to take a cat, because she doesn't need that in her apartment, but she's a lot less vocal about the fact that all these cats probably have the worst case of fleas ever.

No sooner are they shut into the box than the countdown reaches one, and the first fireworks shoot off into the sky, exploding with a huge amount of unnecessary noise. "Kinda ironic, isn't it? Here it is, Independence Day, and you're capturing kittens." Freeing them from fleas? It's a /fine line./ Because you're kind of killing the fleas in the process.

—-

Bekah looks over to Erin. "Yes. Capturing them to subject them to a life of petting, food, and litter boxes. However will they manage." She says sarcastically before she nods to Carmine. "That would be great. Littermates should get along. Be good company for each other when I'm working." She states before she gives Carmine her name and phone number.

—-

Carmine jots down the name and number, then his own, which is ripped off the paper and handed to Bekah. Just in case he forgets. And then he writes down his name and number again and gives this one to Erin. "Just in case you change your mind." Yeah, he saw that look she gave to the calico. He picks up the box and glances up at the sky as the fireworks start, then shakes his head. "Happy Fourth of July," he utters before he turns to head off.

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