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 Posted: Sat Nov 06, 2004 11:40 am
X-23 *She hobbles back into the bar, still favoring her ankle, out of which Creed took a pretty good bite and sits back down.*
*Though she says nothing, her downtrodden expression speaks volumes, the welling of her eyes, the blank stare, and the soft movements*
Can I have something to eat, please? Comin' right up darlin'. *walks to the kitchen*
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Posted: Sat Nov 06, 2004 11:41 am
"Alright alright, just this once Logan." Nudging him in the shoulder, Nate pocketed both hands and simply kicked the ground. His mind was already at work pin pointing other advesaries that could pose some trouble.
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Posted: Sat Nov 06, 2004 11:43 am
*walks out of the kitchen with a cloud of smoke, fanning her arms and coughing*
Okay that isn't going to work. Cooking was never my forte'.
*picks up the phone book* Takeout anyone?
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Posted: Sat Nov 06, 2004 11:44 am
*He was staring at Jamie for several moments before he came in close, and started picking his fingers through her hair, checking under her chin, and just generally doing a bit more detailed check over her. It was weird looking, but soon he paused at her ear, and pulled the tracking device that Mystique had placed. It sniffed it, looking to get what information he could from it*
Hnn..
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Posted: Sat Nov 06, 2004 11:47 am
*Lays her head down on the table*
I don't care. My neck is still a little sore. God! Even my healing factor sucks!
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Posted: Sat Nov 06, 2004 11:47 am
Cpl James Howlett *He was staring at Jamie for several moments before he came in close, and started picking his fingers through her hair, checking under her chin, and just generally doing a bit more detailed check over her. It was weird looking, but soon he paused at her ear, and pulled the tracking device that Mystique had placed. It sniffed it, looking to get what information he could from it* Hnn.. *puts the tray of food down, and eyes the tech* stare
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Posted: Sat Nov 06, 2004 11:48 am
*Puts his hand on Jamie's back and rubs it gently, while looking at the little item. He passes it over to Rita too inspect closer* Smells like Raven...
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Posted: Sat Nov 06, 2004 11:49 am
X-23 *Lays her head down on the table*
I don't care. My neck is still a little sore. God! Even my healing factor sucks! Darlin', it all takes good time. Here... *sets a slab of some richly chocolate cake covered in fudge down in front of Jamie* Your Uncie Remy says he keeps this here just in case his little petit gets the munchies.
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Posted: Sat Nov 06, 2004 11:49 am
Cpl James Howlett *Puts his hand on Jamie's back and rubs it gently, while looking at the little item. He passes it over to Rita too inspect closer* Smells like Raven... She always did use shoddy tech. *examines it* I would have gone with a neural implant.
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Posted: Sat Nov 06, 2004 11:49 am
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Posted: Sat Nov 06, 2004 11:56 am
*Frowns the fact there was any technology like that on his daughter. He looked to his daughter and petted his hand over her hair* Just eat yer cake, Jamie. *She'd be fine. He sniffed lightly, a scowl coming to his face*
I don't care what excuse she uses for that... But she keeps her trackers off my daughter.
*He flexes his fists, rubbing his knuckles with a growl* She's gettin' real close to pushin' me off the edge. An' ever since Creed came to town, she just reeks of the mangy b*****d.
*He growled looking between the three ladies and Nate. It was starting to get really difficult to remain the man he'd returned to, and not revert to the monster he was created to be. Creed and Raven were pushing his limits....*
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Posted: Sat Nov 06, 2004 11:59 am
Cpl James Howlett *Frowns the fact there was any technology like that on his daughter. He looked to his daughter and petted his hand over her hair* Just eat yer cake, Jamie. *She'd be fine. He sniffed lightly, a scowl coming to his face* I don't care what excuse she uses for that... But she keeps her trackers off my daughter. *He flexes his fists, rubbing his knuckles with a growl* She's gettin' real close to pushin' me off the edge. An' ever since Creed came to town, she just reeks of the mangy b*****d. *He growled looking between the three ladies and Nate. It was starting to get really difficult to remain the man he'd returned to, and not revert to the monster he was created to be. Creed and Raven were pushing his limits....* So Logan dear, will you be attending Remy's Undies Party next weekend?
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Posted: Sat Nov 06, 2004 12:01 pm
Undies party?
Technically, these ARE my undies. I'm early!
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Posted: Sat Nov 06, 2004 12:01 pm
*She could sense her father's rage rising, the animal buried deeply within starting to emerge.*
This is all my fault! If I didn't push him...
Dad, please, be calm. This is my fault after all.
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Posted: Sat Nov 06, 2004 12:01 pm
*He shrugged and shook his head*
Prob'ly not. Never been much fer social shindigs like Gumbo. *He folded his arms, rubbing his chin thinking, leaning his waist against the bar edge, blue eyes narrowed into concentration*
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