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 Posted: Sat Mar 17, 2012 2:14 pm
 Michael Whitewolf || And I'm Howling at the Moooon
Michael sat at his desk in his office over looking the crowd of the Club, he was noting that three waitresses had gone missing, he'd even tried calling the police to see if they would even consider looking for the three. Not a chance, their word exactly were. "We have no time to look for mutants, we have other pressing matters." What was it going to take to get these people to consider them as equals, when all that's left is the last man standing? This wasn't going to bode well for anyone and it looks like his people were getting the blunt of it down here.
It sounded like they were going to have to take matters in their own hands, but he hoped that this wasn't going to affect those that just wanted to be left alone from the outside word. Looking up at his best friend, and fellow mutant. "What do you suggest?" He asked the water manipulator."Find them, all you can do, but wait a bit longer, you're not going to find them now, their scent's gone cold." Alexander was right Michael couldn't do much as far as tracking down, the scent was too tainted by now. He would just have to wait till the next kidnapping but even then he had to be careful, no body but Alexander knew about his abilities to turn into a wolf.
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Posted: Sun Apr 01, 2012 10:46 pm
Leon sneezed. It was Winter and the his last coat he found was full of holes, smelled of dead bodies and probably had fleas. He was able to find some cleaner than usual bandages and gauze, his arm needed constant medical attention it seemed. He supposed with enough time there was a probability that his body would adapt to the radioactivity, a slim chance but a chance nonetheless. "Good God its cold." Leon muttered under his breath. He was standing just in the shadow of the alley with a box next to him. "That one was a little cute. Heh, almost feel sorry for doing that" Leon said as he dropped a wallet into the box. Leon was not without morals though, he made sure to take out all the personal things such as credit cards, I.Ds, and business cards before he dropped the wallet. It was a delecate practice, he knew. The first few nights he spent in the alleys he felt guilty knowing he was potentially ruining a family. Leon sneezed again "I suppose its time i took a move to a new alley, eh, Martin?" Martin was the cat tha lived in a dumpster in this certain alleyway. They were practically the only slightly friendly things in his life. He picked up an old trench coat, it had a few holes mainly in the shoulder region. He slid his right arm through the sleeve and draped the other side over his left shoulder, it was able to hide his left arm almost completely. He took a few steps out of the alley, eyes adjusting to the light he could make out only large colorful masses and bright squiggles. Leon blinked a few times and focused more. one thing in particular vaught his attention. The club right across the street, "The Club On High" as many street dwellers called it. Leon had been walking up and down these streets for months and hadn't noticed it all this time. He gave himself a mental slap in the face for not noticing this sooner. The club was said to be hosted by only mutants, probably the only large place for a mutant to find refuge for a while. Leon made a mental note to go inspect at night. Leon turned around and went back into the alley. Upon adjusting to the darkness he noticed Martin fell asleep in the box of wallets. "Aww, now isn't that adorable. I suppose it'll keep the wallets safer than usual. Thanks, Martin." He rubbed the cat's ear a little and proceeded to hunch down into a squat and fell asleep
(really its just filler for the moment)
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Posted: Sun Apr 01, 2012 11:24 pm
 Destiny Winn || Butterfly Butterfly Fly Fly Away
Had gone for a bit of flying. Movement in the darkness cause her to stop and float where she was, curiosity had gotten to her. She had told Lucius she just wanted some air and would be back after a few minutes but something beyond the animals caught her eye.
Now not able to see anything Destiny continued to fly back to the Club. She then went to Michael office, Lucius was on her heels, curious as to why she was doing something so out of character for herself. Alexander, his friend was in there. "Hey Michael I thought I saw something in the alley near by. I'm not sure what I saw and just wanted to let you know." She said to Michael."Thank you Destiny."
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Posted: Mon Apr 02, 2012 12:35 pm
There it was again. Leon felt something bumping into his legs. He awoke to see Martin rubbing against his legs. Standing up and stretching his legs he proceeded to look up. Night time, time to venture across the street and see about the club. Leon stooped down to pet the cat "This might be the last time you see me for a while, Martin. Stay warm and stay safe." Leon stocked a few of his pockets with some wallets and some loose dollars. He stepped out of the alley, no need to adjust this time. He darted in between large crouds and cars. In the matter of a minute he managed to find his way completely across the street, a feat that average humans would think impossible. Towering in front of him was the club, sounds of laughter and the chinking of glass could be heard faintly. Leon took a few deep breaths and went in. The bright varying lights were almost disorientating. The smell of cigars and whiskey was almost overpowering. All in all a pleasant place to a man like Leon.
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Posted: Mon Apr 02, 2012 2:46 pm
Destiny Winn || Butterfly Butterfly Fly Fly Away
Destiny was up on stage performing a few songs that she had written, She had modernized a few folk songs and people were dancing to the songs, being the sound expert she couldn't leave the stage till after their round of songs which was the next song afterwards. She was dancing to her own song and every so often her wings would flutter. With her perfect pitch she could tell that they were near spot on, but it wasn't enough for the clubbers to notice.
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Posted: Mon Apr 02, 2012 6:03 pm
A flash of blue caught Leon's eye. A woman with butterfly wings was performing on stage. A more subtle mutation than his, leon thought ruefully. He strided over to the stage, dodging the occasional drunken flailing arms. Her voice was beutiful, like rain pattering on leaves. She herself was pretty cute, too. Leon listened intently to the music.
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Posted: Mon Apr 02, 2012 6:59 pm
Destiny Winn || Butterfly Butterfly Fly Fly Away
Destiny wasn't paying much attention to the crowd as she had them go to Abendsegen (Evening Prayer). This time it was her song to sing giving the Lead singer her role for the end. Her voice seemed to make the people sway. While the other songs were more rock her song was a mixture of a few styles of music.
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Posted: Tue Apr 10, 2012 10:04 pm
(over the course of a week, with a combonation of constructive reading and videogames, this was all i could come up with neutral )
Leon took the change in songs as a chance to take a closer look at the club. There were couples, groups of friends, the odd pair of drunkards that think they've known eachother their whole lives, and a few shady characters here and there. Leon was alerted to two men breaking out into a fist fight, He estimated that in a matter of a minute it would grow quite out of hand if left unatended. Leon tensed his muscles, although normally pacifistic, this was a matter of whether some patrons would walk out of this club in a stetcher or not. If the time comes he will leap into action.
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Posted: Wed Apr 11, 2012 10:00 am
Michael Whitewolf || And I'm Howling at the Moooon
Michael watched the floors of patrons and the fight that was breaking out on the first floor near that level's bar. He watched as the fight started getting out of hand. Where were the bouncers? Looking at the stage he saw the problem they were being preoccupied with the patrons trying to get on the stage to Destiny while they were preparing to get off the stage. Taking his mic he gave orders. "Get someone to the bar area, now. There's a fight and no one is there." He growled before taking the mic and throwing it to his desk.
He then left his office seeing if there might be another person willing to join the ranks of the staff. The fight surely would bring someone out of the crowd that didn't want to let the fighting continue. As he reached the exit to the stairs and stepped out into the club he looked over at the fighting, one was now brandishing a glass bottle.(Still not bad
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Posted: Wed Apr 11, 2012 4:22 pm
Leon's predictions were right, one of the patrons next to the fight was on the floor knocked out. Leon had been in his own share of brawls, mostly over scraps of food and clothing. With his immense speed and knowledge he could easily outwit the two , even more so due to the alcohol. He swooped in behind one of the two and sweeped his legs out from under him before grabbing a nearby chair and interlocking the four legs with his torso, rendering his upper half useless. The second of the two lunged at Leon, who then proceeded to stuff the man through the two vertical crossbars in the back of the chair. Within only half a minute Leon had stopped the fight. "Boy, am I glad i took Tae and Judo as a kid. Dad said it would never come in handy." Leon said wiping his brow with his left hand.
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Posted: Sat Apr 14, 2012 5:47 pm
Michael Whitewolf || And I'm Howling at the Moooon
Michael hadn't been fast enough to reach the fighting but a civilian had been able to calm the situation before it had gotten to any serious casualties. making his way to the focal point of the fight. As he did so he met with a few of the bouncers finally made it there too as well. "Get these drunks out of here." Michael order the few to take them out of the club. The native American looked over at the man who had stopped the fight. "I could use another man, on my staff for security." Michael said, he smelt the change that the man had been through but Michael decided not to reveal his knowledge at the current moment as it would also reveal himself.
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Posted: Sun Apr 15, 2012 11:35 pm
Leon had to hold backa cry of joy, this was the chance he needed to move up in the world. Playing it cool would be the way to go. "I may take you up on that offer, perhaps we could discuss terms elsewhere. Leonhard Kreuger, pleased to meet you." Leon said before extending his right hand. As he thought more and more about what might happen now, he realized something strange about this man. Alltogether, he seemed like a kind but powerful head of the club, but this was a mutant club. This man looked like he was anything but a mutant, Leon would have to keep be weary around him.
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Posted: Mon Apr 16, 2012 2:43 am
Michael Whitewolf || And I'm Howling at the Moooon
Michael smiled. "Michael Whitewolf." He replied taking Leonhard's hand in a hand shake. He could smell the suspicion from him and Michael's guess was from the fact that while everyone here were mutants Michael obviously didn't look like one. "We can talk more upstairs in my office if you wish." He added, indicating the door he had stepped through.(I might bring some of my other character from my fanfic just to add some characters. Though I really wanted to keep the spaces open for other people.)
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Posted: Mon Apr 16, 2012 1:55 pm
"Let's, I don't exactly want to explain my life story to the whole building." Leon said as he walked towards the door. Leon was within reach of a new life, a new world. If not for his seemingly emotionless face you would expect to see him smiling broadly and jumping around like an excited kitten. As Leon stood in front of the door, he began to subconciously recollect the past few years he had spent in the bitter streets. His first day out was potentially the most dangerous day of his entire life. After awakening to a dark alley and the smell of rotting meat and car fumes, Leon began to vomit up roughly three quarters of what he had eaten the day before. He realized this must be from the radiation poisoning, and that if things were looking up it would probably go away after a day or two. After a few minutes of adjusting to the dim light and new surroundings, two men stepped up to Leon. They held a knife out to him and demanded his wallet. Leon, currently left homeless and half starved, had to deny. The man with no knife advanced upon him and punched him in the jaw, shouting curses and threats at Leon. From that point it was all from instinct for Leon. He stood up, grabbed the man by the throat and threw him face first into a nearby dumpster. The second man was obviously angry, he lunged at Leon with the knife. Leon ducked, grabbed the man's arm and broke it. He then proceeded to stuff him into the nearest trash can.
(I could probably think up another character, not that hard.)
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Posted: Mon Apr 16, 2012 2:59 pm
Michael Whitewolf || And I'm Howling at the Moooon
Michael opened the door to the stair well, which he then lead Leon to the top where another door sat which he opened revealing the office that Michael used for the club and the apartment complex attatched to the club. "Please have a seat, this is my friend and co-owner, Alexander Kafieri, he likes to go by the name of Poseidon."
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