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Posted: Fri Mar 04, 2011 7:20 pm
Got it. *He slipped around her, moving through the crowd swiftly, used to the push and shove of such large groups of people. It was a helluva lot easier than crowd surfing or trying to fight through a mosh pit*
s**t, where... Ha! Hey, watch out, baby. *Urges past a redhead bouncing up and down with her friend or girlfriend or whatever the blond was to her. Moves, having to get on his hands and knees to grab up the pin. Curls his fingers around it, getting up so he's in a crouch, but hisses in pain through clenched teeth when a stiletto heel cuts into the top of his hand*
Fffffuuuuuuu- *Catches the girl's hip with a hand so she doesn't fall over, waving her off when she scoots away, obviously horrified she'd stepped on him in the first place*
S'okay. You're cool.
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Posted: Fri Mar 04, 2011 7:21 pm
Oh, look what you've done. *Laughs reprouchfully when she looks at his hand, moving to crouch beside him; looks the damage over* Come outside with me, I'm a healer, I can fix it. But it's far too loud in here.
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Posted: Fri Mar 04, 2011 7:26 pm
I would have just Accio'd it, but God knows what all would have come along with it, ya know? *Laughs, good natured even as blood begins to well free from the near perfect puncture mark, his hand getting the shakes a bit*
*Follows her out, running his unhurt hand through the thick hair of his hawke once they hit the night air* s**t, it feels good out here.
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Posted: Fri Mar 04, 2011 7:37 pm
*Removes her wand from a leather sheath at her hip, flourishing it casually as she lifts his hand for another look; ocean breeze ghosts across them softly, light and cool* Any deeper and you'd need more than a spell, er...? *Flounders without a name; busies herself with healing his hand anyway, the flesh stitching itself shut and the pain replaced with a cool numbness*
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Posted: Fri Mar 04, 2011 7:38 pm
London Boyd.
*Smiles even though he never did care much for watching his skin regrow. Sure, Wolverine was his favorite comic character, but that didn't mean he wanted to be him entirely*
Thanks...? *Watches her expectantly, his smile growing into a boyish grin*
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Posted: Fri Mar 04, 2011 7:40 pm
*Rolls her eyes but smiles* Oh, honestly. Thank you for finding my pin, undergoing personal injury in the quest, Mr Boyd.
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Posted: Fri Mar 04, 2011 7:43 pm
It was a pleasure saving your belongings, Ma'am. *Tips an invisible hat, kind of sad with himself for not wearing his cowboy hat that he sometimes fitted over his hawke*
And Mr. Boyd is my grandad. London or even L works.
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Posted: Fri Mar 04, 2011 7:44 pm
So did you move here to inhabit your namesake, Mr American?
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Posted: Fri Mar 04, 2011 7:46 pm
I actually stole the name after I moved here. Figured if I was going to be stuck with the place then I might as well take it completely. Guess, the whole new life, new name thing isn't good with me, not the creative part anyway.
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Posted: Fri Mar 04, 2011 8:56 pm
So you just gave me some sort of alias instead of your name? *Arches her eyebrows, teasing*
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Posted: Fri Mar 04, 2011 9:05 pm
Nope. It's my name now. Out with the negative in with the positive.
Besides, s'kinda funny being an American dude lost in translation in Europe with the name London. I meet a lot of cool people.
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Posted: Fri Mar 04, 2011 9:06 pm
You look like a 'Greg'. *Fake thoughtful voice*
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Posted: Fri Mar 04, 2011 9:08 pm
Greg?
*Scratches his chin, pausing to put his sunglasses back on, smirking*
Greg.
Is Greg a badass?
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Posted: Fri Mar 04, 2011 9:09 pm
Oh, absolutely not. *Attempting not to smile* Greg's getting sweet on the wrong girl and he really ought to find himself someone single, because he's absolutely adorable.
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Posted: Fri Mar 04, 2011 9:11 pm
Man, Greg sounds kind of like a lame a**.
*Takes off his sunglasses again and tucks them into his jacket*
Dude sounds like a lot of trouble... *Shakes his head, acting disappointed*
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