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 Posted: Wed Mar 25, 2009 7:09 pm
I don't recall meeting a person named Dr. Manhattan.
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Posted: Wed Mar 25, 2009 7:10 pm
*sniffs* Good lord, that chap smells worse than before I had my body cured. eek
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Wormwood Gentleman Corpse
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Posted: Wed Mar 25, 2009 7:10 pm
Hnh. Unaware of your lineage, perhaps? Similarities seem too great to ignore.
*looks to Wormwood with a blank gaze*
Apologies. Haven't had time to bathe. Been dead for 20 years.
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Posted: Wed Mar 25, 2009 7:13 pm
Least yuh haven't met yore own corpse. Ah didn't enjoy that much.
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Posted: Wed Mar 25, 2009 7:14 pm
Psychotic Walter Kovacs Hnh. Unaware of your lineage, perhaps? Similarities seem to great to ignore.*looks to Wormwood with a blank gaze* Apologies. Haven't had time to bathe. Been dead for 20 years.
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Posted: Wed Mar 25, 2009 7:14 pm
Indeed. That sounds terrifying.
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Posted: Wed Mar 25, 2009 7:15 pm
Not if it's stuffed an' in a museum.
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Posted: Wed Mar 25, 2009 7:20 pm
Cpl James Howlett *Logan popped his second bottle top, and took a long swig of the whiskey, then took a slow breath as he leaned back in the booth closing his eyes* You caught me at a bad time, girl. *He took off his hat finally and set it on the table looking up at her.* Then again, I think you've seen me in worse, I guess. *He took another sip, then offered the bottle over to her, as he continued to pull the memories up from the depths of his past* Tell the truth, I don't remember it all. I mean, I've got all my memories back. I know what's real and what's not. *He frowned at her* I always thought you were just another one of those fake ones. Pushed a lot of those to the back. Some of them ain't pretty, some of them sure better than a dream come true. But none of them real.
*she tucks her brown locks behind her ear.* Seems we both forgot it.... *she shrugs.* If it's a bad time we can talk about something else.
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Posted: Wed Mar 25, 2009 7:21 pm
That actually sounds more frightening, Mr. Hex.
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Posted: Wed Mar 25, 2009 7:22 pm
Stuffed...in a museum...an' some god durn fool's dressed yuh up in white like thuh goddamned leader of the Buffalo Bill Wild West show...
::the shot glass cracks in his fingers::
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Posted: Wed Mar 25, 2009 7:24 pm
*Logan shook his head slowly, while taking the bottle back and began drinking. Unlike Sara, he didn't flinch at the warm liquid draining down to his belly. He set the bottle down and cleared his throat*
Don't worry about it. Things just got kinda' crazy for me recently. Just tryin' to work some things out. *He glanced at the others in the bistro, then back to her* So... Sara. What brings you to the Nexus?
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Posted: Wed Mar 25, 2009 7:25 pm
Ah, time travel, isn't it grand?
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Posted: Wed Mar 25, 2009 7:25 pm
Jonah Hex Stuffed...in a museum...an' some god durn fool's dressed yuh up in white like thuh goddamned leader of the Buffalo Bill Wild West show... ::the shot glass cracks in his fingers::
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Posted: Wed Mar 25, 2009 7:28 pm
Yeah, thet's real comforting thar.
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Posted: Wed Mar 25, 2009 7:33 pm
Cpl James Howlett *Logan shook his head slowly, while taking the bottle back and began drinking. Unlike Sara, he didn't flinch at the warm liquid draining down to his belly. He set the bottle down and cleared his throat* Don't worry about it. Things just got kinda' crazy for me recently. Just tryin' to work some things out. *He glanced at the others in the bistro, then back to her* So... Sara. What brings you to the Nexus?
*she arches a brow at that.* You might be surprised if you talk to me about it. Crazy seems to frequently be my life.
*she pauses at his question before answering. The last few days replying over in her head as she shifts in her seat. leaning more into the seat of the booth.* You could call it a vacation of sorts.
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