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 Posted: Sun May 01, 2005 4:15 pm
Well sit down and I'll buy you a drink. Do you have any identification? I need it to contact your family to come and get you. You have no business being in a seedy...
*Ducks as Wolverine and Sabretooth fly overhead and crash into the wall behind.*
duck!
...err, dive like this in any kind of condiiton other than drunk.
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Posted: Sun May 01, 2005 4:16 pm
AAARRGGH! *Logan howled at the tearing of flesh in diaphram. Creed would be out shortly, and so would Logan if he kept up tryng to tear his ribs out. Freed wrists now, Logan dislodged his left hand from Creed's chest and pulled back. It was a last ditch attack now. Lashing out, he jammed his fist into Creed's throat, claws just long enough to peirce out the other side.*
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Posted: Sun May 01, 2005 4:17 pm
I.D....Yeah, I think it's in my...wallet....
...My wife said her name is...Linda.
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Posted: Sun May 01, 2005 4:18 pm
*enters the bistro with a special batch of cookies*
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Posted: Sun May 01, 2005 4:22 pm
*Looks at his drivers license.*
Who the hell told you to come here, Wally?
*Creed howls as Logan tears into his intestines with a sickening snarl of... delight*
This place isn't exactly Cheers.
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Posted: Sun May 01, 2005 4:28 pm
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Posted: Sun May 01, 2005 4:29 pm
*His eyes widdened and his mouth hung open striving for air as the three claws tore through his throat. His mouth dripped blood profously now but it wasn't over yet. He looked down at Logan with the same white, rage filled eyes as always and lifted up on Logan's ribcage, lifting him off his feet and in the air.*
Thiisss... iiss *ACK* n't ... ovvferrr, rrru *cough* ntt!
* He takes his left hand from logan's torso and grabs his throat, not going for the flesh but to get back what was stolen. He grasps Logan's dog tags and pulls them off. The tags and his teeth falling to the floor.*
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Posted: Sun May 01, 2005 4:29 pm
Just who is your therapist, Dr Doom?
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Posted: Sun May 01, 2005 4:30 pm
Dr. Tina....um...McGee. From...STAR Labs.
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Posted: Sun May 01, 2005 4:30 pm
Hello, We Havn't met but my name is May Parker. But you can call me Aunt May. So, would you like a cookie?
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Posted: Sun May 01, 2005 4:34 pm
Um, no...thanks...I should be going...Goodbye...
*Walks out, back staying close to the wall to avoid Creed and Logan*
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Posted: Sun May 01, 2005 4:35 pm
Nice boy, a little odd.. but nice.
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Posted: Sun May 01, 2005 4:35 pm
Tina McGee huh? From STAR Labs. Ok, I'm going to call her, but I think we should get you to a safer place.
CRASH!
How's Iraq sound?
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Posted: Sun May 01, 2005 4:35 pm
*And once the giant tumbled back, Logan spilled to the floor, sprawling out in a smeer of his own blood, and an uncharted ammount of Creed's. For now, he'd lay there in a tangled mess of pain and torn clothing. He'd get his dogtag and teeth necklaces back when he felt better. Odds are, his healing factor would have him up on his feet a bit earlier than Creed.*
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Posted: Sun May 01, 2005 4:42 pm
*Victor lays there in a bloody mess as logan opposite of him. His eyes have returned and he looks up at the cieling and starts to laugh very weakly.
Logan's gonna get up before I do, damn not gonna get those teeth back.
He turns his neck, causing a world of pain upon him self and looks to the side. Surprisingly, his theeth had landed near his right hand. He reaches over very slowly and palms them.
Heh, point Creed, ya little runt b*****d. *
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