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 Posted: Tue Mar 17, 2009 12:38 pm
What are you talking about I'm not tickling...
just a little...
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Posted: Tue Mar 17, 2009 12:39 pm
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Posted: Tue Mar 17, 2009 12:45 pm
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Posted: Tue Mar 17, 2009 12:46 pm
It's okay Dirk. I won't tell anyone.
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Posted: Tue Mar 17, 2009 12:47 pm
*smiles*Thanks Salu. You want a drink?
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Posted: Tue Mar 17, 2009 12:48 pm
Sure.
::sits down and smiles::
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Posted: Tue Mar 17, 2009 2:12 pm
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Posted: Tue Mar 17, 2009 4:52 pm
*Logan awoke in the back of the bistro, in one of the booths. It was a slow, groggy process of coming to. His mind felt heavy and jumbled, images flashing in and out of his thoughts, memories that were his but he didn't recall coming in vivid, then fleeting and gone just as quick as they appeared.* Hnng...
*Rolling himself up into a sitting position, he tumbled out of the booth and looked up at the ceiling. The area around him was lightly dusted with sand and some trash, and loose items and napkins and other table-top condiments were scattered about as if a wind blast had blown threw*
Maureen... *He murmured, then rolled to his hands and knees. Looking down at his hands, he noticed how aged they look. And who was Maureen? Pushing to his feet and standing up, he stared at his hands, and down at himself with his dusty, worn clothing. He wore a thick, patched and stitched leather duster that wasn't familiar to him...but he knew it very well at the same time.*
Hnn.. What happened..? *He took a few steps away from his booth, looking about the bistro and found a mirror. His eyes went wide in surprise as he saw his short, gray-white hair, his stubbly face and the lines of age in his face.*
*Then the shock of fifty years worth of terrible, painful memories slammed into his mind and his knees buckled. He dropped and put his face in his hands.* No... Oh God no...
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Posted: Tue Mar 17, 2009 5:02 pm
Logan?
:approaches him cautiously:
What happened? Are you alright?
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Posted: Tue Mar 17, 2009 5:20 pm
::Enters the Bistro humming a tune::
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Posted: Tue Mar 17, 2009 5:21 pm
*Logan slumped his shoulders and shook his head. Then when hearing Storm's voice, moments before catching her scent, he turned his head in disbelief.* Ororo... *He couldn't do anything but stare. She was alive? How had she survived? But...yet...how was he here? Not for the first time in his life did jumbled memories strain to tear him apart.*
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Posted: Tue Mar 17, 2009 5:22 pm
*Makes his way into the Bistro, flanked by minidrones. Lex smriks a bit.*
So, rumour is that Bullseye quit the defense team.
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Posted: Tue Mar 17, 2009 5:24 pm
razz uts her hand on Logan's shoulder:
You look aged. Much older than you looked when I saw you just yesterday. I do not understand what has happened.
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Posted: Tue Mar 17, 2009 5:25 pm
::Raises an eyebrow at Lex::
Is that so? Interesting
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Posted: Tue Mar 17, 2009 5:25 pm
*lounges in a booth*
Someone is spreading lies. I didn't quit...but I will solve this thing by myself. Those jerkwads can do all their crap solo if they want.
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