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 Posted: Thu Jan 24, 2013 7:29 am
 Michael Callaway"The only limits are the ones you have are the ones you set yourself." Michael shifted subtly as he walked towards the door, listening to Rogue's familiar accent. He sensed Remy's grin in his mind at the old flame that was with them. <********... Logan should have warned me about deflecting bullets with my skull... feels like I had a car run over my head," he muttered under his breath as he rubbed his temple with two fingers. He missed the bike disappearing in a swirling gust of hellfire since he was focused on staying upright with his head feeling like someone was beating him over the head with a sledgehammer.
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Posted: Thu Jan 24, 2013 11:57 am
 Rebecca had figured that Michael may have a headache. Sure he had healed the wound, but the impact...she shuddered to think about it. As Michael and the young woman entered her home she disappeared for a moment. "Here, that these." Rebecca said with a small smile as she handed Michael so execdrin and a glass of whatever. "It should help. You look like you're in a little bit of pain."
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Posted: Thu Jan 24, 2013 12:26 pm
Michael Callaway"The only limits are the ones you have are the ones you set yourself." Michael smiled wryly. "Feels kinda like a bad hangover... only about three times worse," he said with a slight gruff edge to his voice as he took the painkiller. He sat at the table, setting the saddlebag on the table that had the jambalaya in it.
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Posted: Thu Jan 24, 2013 3:06 pm
Rebecca chuckled softly as she nodded her head. "Well I have plenty more if you need it." She reached forward and touched his head gently before pulling back. She blushed a little and then turned to the newcomer. "So...what brings you to this neck of the woods?"
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Posted: Thu Jan 24, 2013 3:17 pm
 Karyn Gardner Karyn shrugged, tucking a dark reddish gold curl of hair over her ear. "Just got bored of small town life, to be honest. Decided to get out and see what's interesting, though I heard a boom from probably a good two hundred feet in the air and decided to check it out, though all I found was a column of steam and a hunk of twisted metal; yer frien' bled a good bit, though," she said, Rogue's accent slipping in near the end.Character Theme
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Posted: Thu Jan 24, 2013 4:05 pm
"Yeah, we've had some interesting times today." Rebecca said as she ran her hand through her hair. "Luckily we don't go down so easy." She moved to the refrigerator. "Would either of you like a drink? I think I need a drink after today." She rummaged through the fridge. She still couldn't believe that she had touched Michael's hair like that. It was such a personnel thing to do. She didn't know what made her do it. "Because you like him," Storm muttered. "I don't see why you won't admit it."
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Posted: Fri Jan 25, 2013 5:45 am
Michael Callaway"The only limits are the ones you have are the ones you set yourself." Michael cocked an eyebrow as Karyn shrugged, not interested, apparently. "Ain't got nothin' 'gainst it," he muttered, Logan's gruff voice slipping through his voice.
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Posted: Fri Jan 25, 2013 6:58 am
Rebecca pulled out a couple of Smirnoffs and set them on the table. "Unfortunately that is all I have. I don't drink beer." She shuddered a little. "Tastes nasty. I like the fruity drinks." She popped the top off hers and took a drink before taking a seat at the table. She looked between Michael and Karyn.
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Posted: Fri Jan 25, 2013 7:08 am
Karyn Gardner Karyn tilted her head. "So, who y'all got? Kinda figured he has Logan... though I ain't too sure if he has anyone else or if it's even possible to have more than one," she said wryly, a faint edge of Rogue's accent flickering through her voice with the slightly softer natural accent she had. "Can't tell if his eyes are naturally like that or something else," she said thoughtfully. Michael cocked an eyebrow. "Or a certain 'Swamp Rat'?" he said in a deadpan tone. He saw Karyn flinch ever so slightly for an instant, her eyes flickering a deep dark green for a few seconds as her gaze flicked to him in a slightly annoyed look that was all Rogue before she blinked, her eyes reverting to the natural deep cerulean teal they normally were. Character Theme
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Posted: Fri Jan 25, 2013 7:14 am
"Oh sugar it is possible to have more than one. Our friend is living testament to that," Storm said with a laugh. "It seems quite a few of the gang is back together again." Rebecca blinked and shook her head. "She is right. Apparently it is possible to have more than one." She took another drink as the pitter patter of rain on the roof could be heard.
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Posted: Fri Jan 25, 2013 7:30 am
Michael Callaway"The only limits are the ones you have are the ones you set yourself." Michael shrugged as he shifted his hand and flicked his wrist lightly, revealing Gambit's staff as it extended. He saw Karyn's eyes widen before she grinned. "Trust me, chèri, we've had a rough day, ta say the least," he said with amusement. The chain clinked softly, the amulet fused to the end glowing an ominous reddish purple.
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Posted: Fri Jan 25, 2013 9:12 am
Rebecca snorted a little and shook her head. "It has been the day from Hell." She quickly finished off her drink. That was the fastest she had ever drank any alcohol. Well except tequila and that didn't count because you were supposed to drink that fast. She pushed back her chair and stood up. "I think I need a shower. You guys make yourself at home. Eat whatever, drink whatever..." She sighed and exited the room, heading towards her bedroom.
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Posted: Fri Jan 25, 2013 9:35 am
Michael Callaway"The only limits are the ones you have are the ones you set yourself." Michael glanced at Rebecca when she left before he shrugged, pulling out the three inch diameter, eight inch tall mason jars full of jambalaya.
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Posted: Fri Jan 25, 2013 10:29 am
The other thief smirked as he walked, flicking his fingers through the money he'd gotten from pawning the blond idiot's junk; he'd gotten decent money for some of the stuff, though he'd gotten 65% of the payoff for the junk and could care less what his former partner had gotten.
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Posted: Fri Jan 25, 2013 12:31 pm
Rebecca didn't know how long she allowed herself to stay underneath the hot spray of water, but once she got out she felt somewhat better. It had been a long day and to top it all off, her father was dead. He had always been the one to believe in her, to encourage her to become a cop. Now he was gone. Rebecca sighed as she picked up a picture of herself and her father. It had been a father daughter fishing trip. It was before her sister had been killed. With a soft sigh she left the room, the picture still in her hand. She felt bad about leaving Michael and the new girl like that, but she just needed a few minutes to herself.
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