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 Posted: Fri Mar 26, 2010 8:02 pm
*Gives Piper a curious look.* Say, that looks yummy. Hope it's worth it.... I'll have to keep my toys around me if this keeps happening.
*Leads Piper back to the door trying to move quickly and throws another smoke bomb when the air starts to clear.*
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Posted: Fri Mar 26, 2010 8:09 pm
*looks around at all the rats and gates out*
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Posted: Fri Mar 26, 2010 8:10 pm
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Posted: Sat Mar 27, 2010 10:11 am
*Walks in and has a fine red wine*
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Posted: Sat Mar 27, 2010 11:52 am
*Tiredly walks in*
Is it morning already? *yawns*
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Posted: Sat Mar 27, 2010 1:58 pm
-Walks in and looks around with his hat brim low.- Hnn. -Finding no one, he heads to the bar and pulls his stool up behind the counter, like always. And, like always, gets himself a beer as he sits up on the stool, back against the back counter. Quietly sips his beer and enjoys the silence of the empty bistro.-
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Posted: Sat Mar 27, 2010 2:24 pm
*Daken walks in and takes a seat at the bar* what a surprise i thought someone had done you in and took away my chances to do it myself.
*he says as he looks at his father with a smug look on his face*
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Posted: Sat Mar 27, 2010 2:31 pm
-Sips his beer without looking up.- Kid, how many times I gotta tell you this? You ain't ever gonna surpass yer ol' man.
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Posted: Sat Mar 27, 2010 2:42 pm
I already have old man I'm better then you in every way possible and if you can see that you really are as foolish as you lead me to be.
*Makes himself a cocktail*
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Posted: Sat Mar 27, 2010 2:55 pm
-Just shakes his head slowly- 'Till you get it outta yer head and quit workin' for Osborn, you ain't ever gonna know where you stand. He has you by the leashe, Daken. Its gonna be a real rude awakening when you figure it out for yerself, boy.
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Posted: Sat Mar 27, 2010 3:03 pm
weren't you an avenger to and i dont work for Osborn i work with him and when the time is right i will be working alone again then you can go run and join him.
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Posted: Sat Mar 27, 2010 3:07 pm
-He holds his beer bottle up and looks at it inside the glass, then arches a brow up and glances at Daken- Kid. The fact I work with the Avengers should make the point I'd never catch myself dead ever workin' fer Osborn. And far as anyone's concerned, yer just another one of his lap dogs. So keep tryin' to talk tough, but I've seen the news, I read the papers. -A slow smirk comes to his lips.- I got friends, and every one o'them tells me the same thing. -He takes a quick drink of the beer, finishing it off.- They tell me how much you ain't a chip of the ol' block.
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Posted: Sat Mar 27, 2010 3:18 pm
And thats why I'm better then you father i dont listen to what others say thats how you get killed frineds are only necessary if they have what i want there like wood for my ladder and everytime i use some one i get one step closer to my goal so you can be a naive fool i will just watch you perish with the rest.
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Posted: Sat Mar 27, 2010 3:30 pm
-Logan just shakes his head- That's where yer wrong, Daken. You use yer friends, an' pretty soon, when yer all alone and ain't got no one to get your back, you'll have no one that can cover you when you really need it.
-Setting his beer down, he just folds his arms and stares hard at his son.- We can go on and on about this all day long. But it don't change nothin'. Yer lost, an' pretty soon yer gonna need a hand. You keep actin' the way you are...there ain't gonna be a hand for you when you need it most.
-His look grew hard.- I know 'cause I been there. A long time ago.
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Posted: Sat Mar 27, 2010 3:41 pm
The only hand i need are my two owns.
*Daken raises hand up and extends his calws*
The only hands i will ever need.
*He retratcs his claws and looks at his dad with a sly looks on his face*
people are worthless and are just tools to use and control. nothign more nothing less
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