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Post by Storm on Nov 10, 2006 4:56:46 GMT -5
Ororo never tried to conceal herself, perhaps her unusual hair colour with scarves, but she always dressed the same. As she opened the door to one bar, a wolf whistle caught her ears. Sighing with annoyance, she moved towards the bar itself, ordering a small drink, but one with a kick.
It wasn't abnormal for her to like a drink, though not very often. Today, however, she just wanted to be surrounded by people who often didn't care. And this place was somewhere that no-one appeared to. Paying right away for her drink, she moved to sit alone.
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Post by Wolverine on Nov 13, 2006 9:42:24 GMT -5
Not long after Logan walked in. He leaned against the bar and talked to the man behind it. The man nodded and looked down the bar. After a while walked from behind the bar. Logan waited and looked down as he did. As the man came back he handed Logan a small bottle. Logan took it and looked at it. He then looked up and nodded.
Bits could be heared. Logan's voice as well as the bartenders voice.
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Post by Storm on Nov 14, 2006 5:36:43 GMT -5
After seemingly being ignored, Ororo sighed and drank a little of her drink. She looked at Logan with a look that said very clearly, and sarcastically, 'thanks for noticing my presence'. Leaning back, she rolled her eyes at a guy who approached her table, effectively cutting him off even before he had reached her. This made the man curse and turn away before looking like more of a fool. She smiled faintly and tutted at the thought of it.
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Post by Wolverine on Nov 15, 2006 2:43:57 GMT -5
"If you keep comming earlier I won't be able to deliver anymore you know that." The bartender said. Logan nodded. "Yeah I know." He replied. "Seems I am becomming imune to it." "No suprise there." The bartender got him a beer. Logan took it and sat down on one of the stools by the bar. "Hank ain't at the mansion yet." The bartender looked up and nodded. "Follow me then." He walked to the back. Logan simply followed through the door.
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Post by Storm on Nov 15, 2006 9:26:55 GMT -5
Tutting more loudly to herself, Ororo began to get annoyed as it was blatantly obvious that she was being ignored. But what she had heard had disturbed her as well. Logan was on something and that meant all sorts of things for all of them if he changed alliances.
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Post by Wolverine on Nov 16, 2006 2:50:29 GMT -5
In the back was a dark room, only a chair in the middle of it. Logan sat down as the bartender strapped him in. "We doubled the dose." He said as he got a needle. "But I am sure you will do fine." Logan nodded and leaned back. "Just do it." He replied. The bartender brought the needle to his neck and injected the fluence. As he did Logan clenshed his fists and jaw. He moved forwards then slammed back as the fluence ran through his vains like fire. The bartender however looked up as someone was there.
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Post by Storm on Nov 16, 2006 9:33:12 GMT -5
"How quaint..." Ororo's voice deepened a little as her eyes turned pearly white. A wind rose in the room, just around her body and casting out a hand, it flew at the barkeep.
She stepped in and frowned at Logan. "I had thought better of you Wolverine." She said, all friendliness gone from her voice. Now her words were hard and bitter.
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Post by Wolverine on Nov 20, 2006 2:51:03 GMT -5
Logan now opened his eyes. They where red for a brief moment before they turned back. "You know nothing." He replied with his own low voice. He looked to the side where the man who just helped him lay. He looked at his wrists. He was still strapped in. As this man knew Wolverine well he had done it right. This way he couldn't let his claws shoot out.
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Post by Storm on Nov 20, 2006 11:36:24 GMT -5
Storm didn't move except to tilt her head slightly to one side as the winds increased, makign everything rattle and tremble.
"Leave us!" Her voice joined the wind and it's tone was commanding and full. Anyone in their right mind would heed her, if they knew what was good for them.
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Post by Wolverine on Nov 22, 2006 2:37:57 GMT -5
Logan saw the ones that where in the room leave. He looked back and then at Storm. His hands had become fists. The straps digging into his wrists.
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Post by Storm on Nov 23, 2006 15:21:53 GMT -5
"Explain." She said, folding her arms, her eyes changing back to blue, though her face still had fury written all over it. Her hands trembled, which is why she folded her arms. No one would see her that angry. No one.
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Post by Wolverine on Nov 27, 2006 3:07:29 GMT -5
If Storm wanted to hide her angre she was to late. Logan could see it, hear it, feel it. "There should be no need for that." Logan replied coldly.
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Post by Storm on Nov 27, 2006 13:42:02 GMT -5
"Except the fact that I witnessed you taking a substance, heard you giving consent to the administration and now am standing, requesting the information." Her eyes flashed. "Don't push me Logan, metal is conductive you know."
The threat in her words was real, and they both knew, she wouldn't miss.
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Post by Wolverine on Nov 28, 2006 2:44:09 GMT -5
Logan bared his teeth slightly showing his now fanglike teeth, something that had changed since he came back. "Xavier can't help me anymore... We found another way, this way."
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