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 Posted: Sat May 30, 2009 11:26 pm
*shakes her head*
Actually, No. Have you?
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Posted: Sat May 30, 2009 11:29 pm
Seen him around. Ain't talked to him. Far as I can tell, he's been straddling the line between his scrawny scientist and Vegas enforcer personalities. 'Course, a few days ago, he took classic mean and green out for a spin. No real "incidents" though. Least nothin' that would qualify as an incident 'round this place.
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Posted: Sat May 30, 2009 11:30 pm
*frowns looking obviously worried*
Bruce..
You'd think that being married, I'd be able to keep track of him. I hope he's alright. I'm working on something that may help him but I don't know when or if that will pan out.
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Posted: Sat May 30, 2009 11:44 pm
Honey, it was my job to keep track of that man for years, and I couldn't pull it off half the time, with a state-of-the-art Helicarrier and an army of grunts at my disposal.
No offense, darlin', but I ain't holdin' my breath. Someone always comes up with some kinda way to repress the Hulk, and it never takes. Maybe it's just the pessimist in me talkin'.
*stands up, looking at his watch*
Hate for my visit to be so brief, but I just remembered I gotta be somewhere. Take care of yourself, Ross. Wouldn't want you dying again.
*walks out while blowing a few smoke rings*
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Posted: Sat May 30, 2009 11:46 pm
What a lovely thought.
Bruce, wherever you are. Be safe. I will find you and I'll do my best to help you.
*gathers her papers and walks out*
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Posted: Sun May 31, 2009 7:31 am
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Posted: Sun May 31, 2009 7:53 am
* walks in and takes a seat in the corner booth spreading out her papers on the table*
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Posted: Sun May 31, 2009 8:12 am
*Walks in, yawning. His hair is scruffy and disheveled and his clothes are rumpled. Typical Casey style.* Jeez, Raph... You're place smells like an empty fish bowl... Haven't you grown out of the whole 'sewer' dweller thing? *Heads to a table and sits down, scrubbing his hands through his hair trying to wake up. For all his ninja skills, Casey could tell the mutant turtle was hiding in here.*
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Posted: Sun May 31, 2009 8:14 am
*Joe wanders in, taking a puff off of his cigar. Then does a double-take.*
Last I'd heard, my better half had lost HIS better half. Then again, linear time seems to be a crock of s**t in the Nexus. So . . . are you from an earlier time from, or were the rumours of your death greatly exaggerated?
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Posted: Sun May 31, 2009 8:16 am
*is so involved in her work that shes oblivious to everything at the moment*
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Posted: Sun May 31, 2009 8:16 am
*Looks up seeing the giant gray gangster.* eek Whoa... Al Capon? On steroids...?
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Posted: Sun May 31, 2009 8:20 am
Yeah, yeah, Jones. The smell MIGHT improve if you'd taken a shower after your sleep. *Raph grimaces a bit.* Still. I s'pose I could spend some more quality time cleaning.
*Karai snorts.* And you call yourself leader of the Foot. That, Master Raphael, is the task of neonates.
Not in my private chambers it ain't. I can clean up after myself, thanks.
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Posted: Sun May 31, 2009 8:23 am
*frowns, pulls a calculator from her coat and begins quickly tapping numbers into it*
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Posted: Sun May 31, 2009 8:23 am
*Looks back over at the two ninjas.* You two fight like you're married, you know that? I mean, me and April never fought over little things as much as you two, and I've only seen you guys a total of ten minutes I think.
stare But the shower thing wasn't one of the little things me an' April fought over... But that's besides the point.
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Posted: Sun May 31, 2009 8:26 am
*Joe sighs and shakes his head, wondering if it's the silent treatment or if she's really too busy working. Then he turns towards Casey and flashes a smile.* No, no. I only carry the gun to LOOK intimidating. Just for those people who think size ain't everything.
Name's Fixit. Joe. I'm a bouncer over at the P&P? Nice place, if you ain't been.
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