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 Posted: Fri Jul 24, 2009 9:09 pm
 "Oh! No worries S-Cameron! Let me get that for you," Mia smiled, almost slipping up on the names. She took her towel and wiped the shards off of the wooden bar counter onto the floor where she merely pushed them to the side with her foot.
Mia blushed at Plague's comment, knowing now that Aaron was his secret identity. "Ah really now, M.I.A has told me of some of her adventures and I'd have to say that I was quite impressed as well. She's honestly one of my favorite heroes. Her style of fighting is amazing and extremely skilled," she boasted, holding back the urge to stick out her chest with pride so as not to show that she was talking about herself.
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Posted: Fri Jul 24, 2009 9:14 pm
Aaron chuckled and grabbed a clean napkin and a pen. He wrote down his cell number and handed it to her, "You're pretty lovely yourself, call me sometime." he handed her the napkin and put the money for the drinks on the bar, "I always answer." he winked and left the bar.
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Posted: Fri Jul 24, 2009 9:21 pm
Suddenly Cameron's mind felt clear again and as she watched Aron leave, she recognized the evil walk, Plauge! It took all her power not to stop him and ask him what the hell he was doing picking up a human when she had another realization. The bartender who'd been talking up M.I.A. was none other than M.I.A herself! Cameron felt extremly dumfounded as her gaze returned to Mia. She was suddenly mad that Mia might know her secret identity. A rush of nervousnes came back that made her sick."Can I get another one of those drinks?" she asked Mia, a little bit less comfortablly this time. "Looks like someone has a little love intrest, eh?" Cameron said, trying to sound cool.
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Posted: Fri Jul 24, 2009 9:34 pm
Mia watched Plague go and stuffed the number in her pocket, fully aware that Rex was watching her every move. "Love interest? He'll just be let down," she stated with a smirk, thinking of the moment when she would get the chance to call to call him. "I'm a single woman! And shall stay single for a while. How about you though? Do you have a guy you're interested in?" Mia questioned as she handed Cameron an other Everclear.
Even if she's a heavy weight, she won't be able to handle three Everclears. That's just a death sentence right there....
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Posted: Fri Jul 24, 2009 9:42 pm
Cameron was feeling very, very fuzzy, but she liked it and continued to sip. "Me?" her speech was slight slurred. "Ha! No guy wants me, I'm a freakin' b****, you know?" Cameron chuckled to herself as she began to feel more sleepy. "I'd kill em' in bed by accident! Crush them right through..." Cameron began to speak her private thoughts about her super-strength out loud.
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Posted: Fri Jul 24, 2009 9:46 pm
Oh god, Mia thought as she took the glass out of Cameron's hand and replaced it with a glass of ice water. "Alright, Cameron, drink this, you're starting to get a little drunk there," Mia stated as she walked around the bar to grab her by the shoulders.
"Hey Rex, I'm going to have to leave early. She drank one too many Everclears," she shouted over to him, receiving an approving nod in return.
"Alright, now let's get you home before you reveal anything else about yourself," she helped Cameron up and led her to the alley to her bike, handing her her helmet and jacket so she could stay safe.
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Posted: Fri Jul 24, 2009 9:54 pm
Cameron grabbed the helmet and shoved it over her fluffy blonde hair, and wrapping the jacket around her hard, muscular body. "I wish I was soft and squishy feeling like a human." Cameron babled on, weakly slipping on the b**** seat of the bike. "I don't know if I should tell you where I live, Mia." Cameron sleepily muttered. "What if you and Plauge come kill me, Mia? Mia, would you do that to me? Would you kill me, Mia? Cameron rambled to her.
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Posted: Fri Jul 24, 2009 10:43 pm
"Of course I wouldn't Silver," she stated, simply saying Cameron's hero name. "I'll take you to my house, and you can sleep there." Mia sped through the night, making sure that Cameron held on tight and didn't slide off. There were times when she held on too tight, off course, but Mia gritted her teeth and lived through it, not caring if there would be colorful bruises decorating themselves around her waist along with her tattoos.
When they reached her flat, she helped Silver to the bed after dressing her into comfortable sleeping clothes, and tucked her in, resisting the urge to kiss her on the forehead goodnight like a mother. "It's going to be one hell of a morning for you tomorrow, Cameron," she softly stated before turning off the light and shutting the door.
Mia sighed as she stared at her open living room, her hands on her hips and her mind a jumble on where she would sleep tonight, but suddenly, it felt as if there was a great weight in her pocket. Oh yeah! That guy's number, or rather, Plague's number, she chuckled as she took out the crumpled napkin from her pocket and sat down on the couch. She pulled her cell out of her jacket pocket and flipped it open, debating on whether or not she should call him.
"Ah, what the hell, I have nothing else to do," she concluded as she punched in the numbers and waited for him to pick up.
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Posted: Fri Jul 24, 2009 10:47 pm
Coop Enders
The girl looked offended when he pushed her hand away. He smirked a little, thinking it was lame she got sad from that. His head then turned to the brother, giving him a look of not caring when he explained that.
He rolled his eyes when the brother said he didn't care about whether or not they were enemies. He instantly forgot their actual names, deciding to call them their sibling's nicknames for them. He tilted his head to the side and responded, "Yeah, well you should probably care about that, Hikaru."
It was getting dark now, Coop's time of preference. Pretty much everything was in shadows here.
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Posted: Fri Jul 24, 2009 10:50 pm
Aaron picked up on the first ring, "Hey, Mia." he said automatically in a casual voice, like he'd been expecting her to call, "Before you ask how I know it's because nobody else has my phone number." Aaron stared at the ceiling of his room with the phone on his chest, set on speaker.
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Posted: Fri Jul 24, 2009 10:55 pm
Mia closed her mouth, thinking of something else to say other than How did you know it was me? She sighed and kicked her boots off, lying down on the couch with a pillow under her head.
"So, then, I have an other question, and I'm going to be really blunt about this. You're Plague, aren't you Aaron?" she questioned with a smirk, already knowing the answer.
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Posted: Fri Jul 24, 2009 11:15 pm
Aaron laughed, "I thought I made it painfully obvious, Mia. I'm just glad you caught it, I hate explaining things." he said, "I have something I want to be blunt about as well. When can I see you again?" Aaron asked, breaking just about every rule he had ever made. Relationships were weaknesses for both heroes and villains.
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Posted: Fri Jul 24, 2009 11:20 pm
Mia decided to be difficult and spoke into the phone, "I'm not sure, let me check my calender." There wasn't a calender to check of course, but to make it seem like she was busy, she took a long time just sitting and staring at her overly large fish tank decorating her contemporary flat.
"Well," she spoke again, "It seems I have a lot of people on my list this week, and there's a band coming into work tomorrow so I'm going to be working all night and morning, so I'm not sure I have anywhere to fit you in." She had to hold in a laugh, hoping that he wouldn't figure out her bluff.
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Posted: Fri Jul 24, 2009 11:32 pm
Aaron chuckled, "Bull." he said simply, "You just stared at something for a second, right? Piece of paper, pet, T.V.?" he asked, wondering which it was. He wasn't exactly stupid and he could tell by somebody's breathing if they were trying to hold something in, like a yawn or a laugh, "But really, when?"
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