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 Posted: Sat Nov 06, 2004 2:52 am
*Watches Raven take care of Jamie.* You're good at that, makes me think you might have kids of your own.
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Posted: Sat Nov 06, 2004 2:57 am
Yeah, another time another life. Look I'm gonna move her to a cot in the back room then I'm gonna lock up. Can you find your own way out?
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Posted: Sat Nov 06, 2004 3:00 am
I just wanna... sleeeepp...
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Posted: Sat Nov 06, 2004 3:05 am
Have yourself a good night Ms. Darkholme. *Jackie makes his way out into the street and the revving of a motorcycle engine can be heard outside.*
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Posted: Sat Nov 06, 2004 3:16 am
X-23 I just wanna... sleeeepp...
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Posted: Sat Nov 06, 2004 10:15 am
*The deep rumble of his harley was per usual of his announcement of arival. But as soon as he cut the gas, and stepped off, he could smell something was wrong.*
Snnffff.... Somethin' ain't right here...
*He looked around, before making his way towards the bar...and seeing the shattered window, he instinctively inspected it... two distinct smells. His own, with a hint of...what ever that it was Jamie used to smell like a typical teenage girl. Vanilla maybe? He never really could keep up with the different feminine sprays these days. Anyway, that wasn't it. There was a disgusting, sour stench--*
...Creed. *blue eyes scanned the blood splots, and he leapt through the open window, being the front door was locked for closing hours.*
Jamie...?
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Posted: Sat Nov 06, 2004 10:39 am
*She emerges from the back, the bandages still clinging to her body from the dried blood. Her gait is conderably more careful this time, and she favors her left leg. She sits down at a table with a beer*
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Posted: Sat Nov 06, 2004 10:45 am
*Eyes shot wide* Jamie! *Logan was at her side, his fingers gently under her chin as he looked her over in the eyes, checking her dried bandages.* Flamin' Hell, kid, what happened to you...? *He didn't have to ask. He could smell Creed's blood and stench on her...but his concern was through the roof for his daughter*
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Posted: Sat Nov 06, 2004 10:50 am
I - I'm sorry daddy. He kept taunting me, and I was sure I could take him. You were right, Creed was too much for me, but I was so angry. I couldn't see straight, and I just jumped at him.
*Her eyes start to well up*
Please, don't be mad a tme.
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Posted: Sat Nov 06, 2004 10:55 am
X-23 I - I'm sorry daddy. He kept taunting me, and I was sure I could take him. You were right, Creed was too much for me, but I was so angry. I couldn't see straight, and I just jumped at him.
*Her eyes start to well up*
Please, don't be mad a tme. *He looked at her and put his hand over her temple, brushing some hair back.* Hey, kid... I ain't mad. I ain't, Jamie. I'm just glad yer OK... *He leaned foreward to kiss her forehead* There ain't nothin' I could do that you wouldn't understand from the situation. You got what you deserved, but it was a thing we all gotta learn, eventuall. *He brushed her hair back, and started taking some of her bandages off. She didn't need them now* Yanno, yer old man's had his a** kicked a few times, yanno? Hell, even Creed's had the upper hand on me a few times...
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Posted: Sat Nov 06, 2004 10:58 am
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Posted: Sat Nov 06, 2004 11:07 am
*Sure enough, the bandages come off without a fuss. All that remains are Creed's teeth marks in her ankle and claw marks on her chest. She winces at the site, but not from the feeling. Her outfit is shredded, needless to say, along with her ego, but the rest of her appear to be ok.
I can honestly say I don't like it, but I had no idea he was that fast, that strong, that... good!
*Though her claws are adamantium, her bones are not and some of the deeper bruises remain to promote a wince as she sits down at the table.*
I tried, I really did. He was just... incredible.
*With a trembling hand, she reaches for a beer*
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Posted: Sat Nov 06, 2004 11:12 am
*He'd reach over and slide the beer away*
...I don't care what anyone says, you don't need that.
It wont make you feel better. *He took the bandages to the trash to dispose of them*
Nothing I could tell you will make you feel better, Jamie. I ain't gonna cuddle you from the truth. Creed is just as good, if not better than yer old man. I mean, the guy can hold his own against me, everytime we fight. No claws, no adamantium, and his healing factor isn't as fast as mine. Or as strong.
*He sat down next to her, taking off his jacket from his broad shoulders and covering her up in it.*
Why d'you think I been giving you those lessons? You gotta learn to fight someone bigger'n you. Use their weight, size and mass against them.
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Posted: Sat Nov 06, 2004 11:13 am
*walks into the Bistro with a strack of clothing in her arms* Here I thought our girl might be needing a change of clothes.
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Posted: Sat Nov 06, 2004 11:18 am
*Nods to Emma, and takes the clothes handing them to Jamie. He nodded to the back room* Go put these on, honey.
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