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 Posted: Tue Mar 17, 2009 8:40 pm
::frowns and goes over to the window::
You guys hear something?
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Posted: Tue Mar 17, 2009 8:43 pm
*jets through the front door, landing with an audible impact*
Well... That was refreshing.
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Posted: Tue Mar 17, 2009 8:44 pm
::Goes to the door Osborn left open::
What happene... oh my god! Did everyone get out before it collapsed?
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Posted: Tue Mar 17, 2009 8:44 pm
Fables Snow White ::frowns and goes over to the window:: You guys hear something?
*Looks at Norman and back to Snow.*
The whooping call of the Loudmouth Jackass? Yes, yes I do hear that.
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Posted: Tue Mar 17, 2009 8:45 pm
*Logan looked up from sitting at his table and staring at his hands at the sound of Norman jetting in. He frowned at not recognizing the armor... It was Stark Tech painted up like Captain America's. He wasn't aware of who was inside the red, white, and blue shell.*
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Posted: Tue Mar 17, 2009 8:45 pm
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Posted: Tue Mar 17, 2009 8:46 pm
Hey, I still got Sunday dinner, here . . .
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Posted: Tue Mar 17, 2009 8:46 pm
Maniacal Norman Osborn *jets through the front door, landing with an audible impact* Well... That was refreshing.
*Walks over to the bar and sits down. He sniffs the air and looks at the Old man sitting there a little confused.*
.... Runt?! HA, what the hell happened to ya?
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Posted: Tue Mar 17, 2009 8:47 pm
Fables Snow White ::Goes to the door Osborn left open:: What happene... oh my god! Did everyone get out before it collapsed? Couldn't tell you. Got separated from the group, and had to blast my way out. Don't think that did much good for the ship's structural integrity. Heh.
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Posted: Tue Mar 17, 2009 8:48 pm
*Then Creed walked in, his scent not hard to forget ever. He cleared his throat at being addressed, and just stared at him as if not acknowledging him. He didn't rise to the bait or chance getting taken into a conflict with him. He just looked away*
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Posted: Tue Mar 17, 2009 8:48 pm
::watches out the door frowning and exits::
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Posted: Tue Mar 17, 2009 8:49 pm
*trudges in, coat mangled and bloody form the debris that fell on him as he exited*
Ugh, I need me a drink. stare *coughs up some of the dust from the Helicarrier*
*unceremoniously grabs a bottle of whiskey, pours out a shot, and takes it*
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Posted: Tue Mar 17, 2009 8:50 pm
You okay, HB? Want me to get you that drink?
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Posted: Tue Mar 17, 2009 8:51 pm
*Shoots webbiat ellboy's mouth.* No need to be foul..
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Posted: Tue Mar 17, 2009 8:51 pm
Cpl James Howlett *Then Creed walked in, his scent not hard to forget ever. He cleared his throat at being addressed, and just stared at him as if not acknowledging him. He didn't rise to the bait or chance getting taken into a conflict with him. He just looked away*
... How ya been, Logan?
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