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 Posted: Tue Mar 10, 2009 11:19 am
Lori Zechlin No, you don't. You have that flying thing or your mountain or whatever. I'm house sitting for Mr. Stark, so move along or I'll have to make with the rough stuff.
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Posted: Tue Mar 10, 2009 11:23 am
Dleihs!
*The web hits an invisible shield.*
I told you I'm house sitting. Now go away.
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Posted: Tue Mar 10, 2009 6:22 pm
*walks in then is immediately scanned, recognized and allowed entrance into the mansion as she heads upstairs to her and goes to bed*
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Posted: Sun Mar 15, 2009 2:20 pm
*walks in slamming the door*
Damn it all to hell!! *ruffles her hands through her hair a bit, then smooths it back down*
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Posted: Sun Mar 15, 2009 2:24 pm
*Follows through the door following Greer*
That just doesn't make any flamin' sense to me, girl. Of all people--of ALL people you could even think about telling me I've got 'competition' with, you gotta tell me Sabertooth.
*Shuts the door behind him and folds his arms over his chest, and leans against the wall next to the door, glaring.*
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Posted: Sun Mar 15, 2009 2:31 pm
*lets out a growl* Excuse me for being ferral. Excuse me for being attracted to guys that have a bit of danger to them. Excuse me for picking the closest thing I could find to remind me of YOU!
*holds herself* It's not like you've been around a lot...neither have I.
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Posted: Sun Mar 15, 2009 2:36 pm
*Stares at her, arms folded tight still*
I know I ain't around a lot. But, Greer... It's Creed.
*Sighs and looks away*
Let's talk about this later. You know where you can find me. Maybe when I ain't in the mood to cut Creed's head off. Again.
*Heads out the door.*
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Posted: Sun Mar 15, 2009 2:40 pm
*sighs then closes her eyes as a tears trails down her face*
Damn. I still love that man. *smiles then heads over the couch and curls up on it before drifting off to sleep*
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Posted: Sun Mar 15, 2009 4:43 pm
....LOGAN! *she bolts upright saying his name. slowly remembering what happen earlier before she fell asleep on the couch*
Logan...*sighs and leans against the back of the couch as she draws her knees closer to her chest*
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Posted: Mon Mar 16, 2009 3:58 pm
*wakes up again this time from a more peaceful sleep. decides it's time to face Logan*
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Posted: Mon Mar 16, 2009 4:16 pm
*Enters the mansion, and heads directly for the fridge. Searching through it, finding a beer stashed away in the back. With a grunt, reaches in and takes it out. Sets his old hat down on the kitchen counter while he cracks open his beer and takes a swig*
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Posted: Mon Mar 16, 2009 4:20 pm
*follows in after him and finds him in the kitchen. stand at the doorway and leans against the threshold*
*sighs* Logan, I know you pissed off at me. I'm sorry for hurting you. That was never my intention.
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Posted: Mon Mar 16, 2009 4:27 pm
*Logan kept his back to her and put his hands on the counter, hunched over his beer. He worked the thoughts through his mind, and ground his teeth for a few moments and sighed. He took his beer, turned around and folded his arms. Hand went up and sipped down his beer some* I really don't care that you may have been around other guys, Greer. That doesn't bother me. The thing that's got me worked up is the fact it's Creed. Of all people, Creed. *He growled lightly*
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Posted: Mon Mar 16, 2009 4:36 pm
Wolvie, I'm sorry. I know he's not the best choice. Hell everyone in the Nexus knows that including me! *growl a bit and flicks her tail in an agitated manner*
*looks up at him then hangs her head and whispers softly* I still love you...I never stopped. It hurt me bad when you went away. I felt...alone.
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Posted: Mon Mar 16, 2009 4:42 pm
*He stared hard at her. He couldn't say anything for a few minutes, and just drank at his beer.*
I know I ain't been around, Tigra, *He said with a lot less edge to his voice* I can't blame ya on that. *Tipping his bottle to his lips, he finished off the bottle and set it down on the counter.*
How do you think I was gonna take knowin' you were lettin' Creed in yer life?
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