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 Posted: Tue Aug 10, 2010 10:10 pm
Hit girl immediately spun around and dropped back into a fighting stance, her fists raised defensively. The sudden, sharp movement made her grimace in pain, and she grated out, "One warning, Goth Boy: close the f**king door and walk away." She didn't want to fight him. She really just wanted to curl up into a little ball and sleep or cry--whichever came first. But the mission wasn't over. She had to finish the mission.
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Posted: Wed Aug 11, 2010 2:05 pm
Reaper grinned ever so slightly, then shrugged his shoulders. "Not a clue..." he replied to Rogue. "I just arrived here as well. I'd suspect though, from the looks of the hallway, you're in a prison."
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The other Reaper grinned slightly as well. "Cute..." he said, shutting the door behind him. "Not very lady-like, but cute." he continued, leaning casually against the door. "And as a warning to you, this really is't the place for children to play around in."
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Posted: Wed Aug 11, 2010 2:36 pm
"No s**t, Sherlock," she told him, backing up a little as a reflexive reaction to being trapped. Despite her warning, she wasn't willing to attack him, yet; his stance was casual, and he didn't look threatening, exactly. That said, there was definitely something aggressive about what he was doing... Almost like he was toying with her. Just the thought of that made her grind her teeth together. "Seriously. Have you ever taken a glass bottle to the face? Move, or I'll make you."
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Posted: Wed Aug 11, 2010 2:42 pm
"I have actually...with a rather thick, antique bottle." Reaper replied with a grin. "And if I might ask, so you can do what excactly? Cause a noticable ruccus then go charging out the door as security comes to check on the room? Start a prison riot maybe?" Reaper asked, still grinning.
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Posted: Wed Aug 11, 2010 2:52 pm
The little girl just glared. He had a point. She backed up a little more, searching behind her back blindly for some kind of weapon. After a second, her small hand closed around the wooden handle of a mop. What seemed like the next moment, there was a crack, the mop part of it was lying on the floor, and she was holding the handle like a staff. The broken, jagged end was pointed toward the creepy Goth Guy.
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Posted: Wed Aug 11, 2010 2:59 pm
Reaper simply grinned as he stared down at the girl. Oh, he could have fun with this...from what he'd seen in her mind...powers didn't exist on her world.
"Now, don't you know you could poke someone's eye out with that thing? Didn't your MOTHER teach you any better"
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Posted: Wed Aug 11, 2010 3:07 pm
"Nope," she informed him frostily, "Side effect of not having one." Then, moving so quickly that it was actually sort of hard to believe that she didn't have powers, she pole vaulted herself directly at his face, foot extended.
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Posted: Wed Aug 11, 2010 6:06 pm
With his grin still firmly in place, Reaper kept put. He made a mental check to make sure the door was now locked behind him. Alright, check.
He'd let the girl hit him...make his jaw or some other bone in his body crack audiably...and see what else she would do. Toy with her just a bit. See how long it took before she figured out that pain wasn't going to phase him. And that fatal wounds did nothing to him.
....Although...he was supposed to be good. And brutal, nasty little girl or not...she was just a little girl. Meh, maybe he'd snap her ribs back into place and heal whatever else was wrong with her. Maybe he'd be nice too and help her find...um...someplace to stay at least. She could certainly take care of herself.
...still...he hadn't played for a very long time.
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Posted: Wed Aug 11, 2010 7:08 pm
Rogue raised her eyebrows, "So, ya don't work here? And you're gessin tis is a prison. Hmmm. So, what cha doin here?"
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Posted: Wed Aug 11, 2010 7:10 pm
Hearing the crack, she pushed off of his chest, back flipped, and landed in a crouch. But... he didn't even look phased. He was still just standing there, grinning. Breathing hard enough that pain shot through her chest, she stared at him. Finally, she hissed, "What the hell do you want? F**king with little girls part of your daily routine, you sicko?"
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Posted: Wed Aug 11, 2010 7:21 pm
Rogue thought she heard some high pitched voice cussing. The lady X-Man glanced down the hallway, "Somebody's sounds bent outta shape. Can't ya here that?"
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Posted: Wed Aug 11, 2010 7:27 pm
"Oddly enough, I'm looking for heroes." Reaper replied with a grin. "And as odd as that would be, it seems I've found one." he said to the lady X-Man. "So my question...what are YOU doing here?"
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"Not really. Usually the women I mess with have more of a shape." he replied with a smirk. "To be perfectly honest, I'd simply like to know what a ten-year old, covered in blood, and with I'm guessing a few broken bones, is doing in a closet in Arkham, fumbling around for pain killers? This really isn't the kind of place a hero would be found should something happen."
Honestly, he knew already. But he wanted to play a bit.
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Posted: Wed Aug 11, 2010 7:32 pm
"Who says I'm a hero?" she growled. Then she blinked, and her eyes narrowed. "And I don't remember mentioning that I was looking for pain killers," she added slowly.
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Posted: Wed Aug 11, 2010 7:44 pm
Reaper grinned. "Well then it's a little early for Halloween then, isn't it? Why else would you be trotting around with a cape? As for the other part...maybe I'm psychic. Maybe I have powers. Or maybe it's just all over your cute little face that you're...in a bit of pain."
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Posted: Wed Aug 11, 2010 7:46 pm
"Ah fought some gorilla that looks like a sci fi monster luchador on steroids when he was shakin down some cabbie. He tried ta throw meh, Ah tossed him. He threw a car at meh, and it went downhill from there," Rogue folded her arms responding to Reaper.
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