Post by kittypatter on Aug 3, 2009 18:02:03 GMT -5
When you’re alone
[[ Hugh Jackman ( Wolverine ) is by far my FAVORITE X-MEN, after I found out that he can sing and everything else. He’s just amazing. So I need a Wolverine, Obviously. I can be someone for you ( Cyclops.. Kurt.. Bobby, Pyro ) Yaddda, or we can just split the characters between us. You can also be your own character if you like. The plan is, you can be Wolverine and an OC, or just Wolverine. Seeing as I need him MOST please (: Now, the Idea. Xavier’s been following my character by Cerebro for a while, as she keeps moving around a lot, and he knows what she’s been through ETC, she’s raised some interest. Now, he reads her thoughts and knows she’s going to stop at a bar near to New York, so he sends Logan in to go and bring her back to Xavier’s. She’s gone to the bar to get some money, to work in a fighting ring ( Like Logan.. ) because her Power is that she can heal fast, so.. She knows she’ll win the fights without getting hurt too much. Logan says he’ll go and fight her in the ring.. But seeing as he can heal and is full of adamantine.. She hits him and it hurts her more than it should.. And he tries to get her to give in and go back with him. In the 1930 section, its around a mafia time / gangs of America and all that. Her Dads in some trouble with some men, so they‘ve come around to sort him out.. In case you didn‘t understand (: .. THAT. Is all I actually have.. For now.. Ahah. So Yes. ASK TO JOIN. Three - four paragraphs per post.. And introduction post is needed into Wolverine and Xavier speaking ETC, ..Err, that’s it.. Ahah. I’ve not Role-played in 2 months.. So bare with my… bad punctuation and so on.. (: Can be Romance.. Action. Whatever.. / :3 She’s actually called Abbey, but she uses a false name.. Idk why. Why not? I never have a bad / angry / cocky character, so… this is her.. (: So forgive me if I make her unbelievably arrogant or whatever.. (: Thanks for reading this blab… -kisses- <3]
Chicago 1930
‘Alexander, don’t put your elbows on the table. You know its bad luck,’ Mary scolded her son, hitting the back of his head as she passed around the table, a dish of fresh food in her hand for that’s night dinner.
‘Sorry, Mom,’ he replied shortly, rubbing his neck and dropping his elbows to his knees.
There was a bang and loud rumbling, as a young girl made her way down the stairs, her Dad at her heels, his hands out as he tried to grab her.
‘You can’t run from me,’ he smirked, voice taunting as he finally grabbed her waist and lifted her up from the floor. The girl giggled with excitement, wriggling around in her Fathers strong grip as he began to tickle her arms.
‘Dad, stop - D-Dad.. Please-stop-DAD!’ a loud shriek left her lips as her Father swung her around and up onto his shoulders, her head nearly touching the ceiling.
‘Arthur, not now. Its time for dinner,’ Mary spoke quietly, placing the hot pot down on the table, before slinging the tea towel over her shoulder.
Arthur paused, lowering his daughter from his shoulders so she could take her seat. ‘But you know how she likes a good tickle. Everyone loves a good tickle,’ pouncing forward he grabbed hold of his wife and began to tickle at her sides, short, stiffly laughs emitting from the elder woman as she ran around the table, away from him.
‘Arthur, no.’ voice stern, she stood behind her son as a safe guard, the brown haired boy pulling a face of disgust at his parents.
‘No?’ he asked slowly, moving around the table like a stalking lion ‘no? well maybe… Alex wants to play? Hmhm?’ smirking, the man grabbed his son under the arms and pulled him out of his seat, only to be interrupted by a knock at the door. ‘saved by the door,’ Arthur placed Alex back down and moved out into the hallway.
‘Mom, can we eat yet?’ Lily asked from the other end of the table, leaning over with a spoon, she’d begun digging into the potatoes.
‘Not until your Father gets back,’
Pulling open the door, Arthur quickly went to shut it again, but one of the men from outside pushed their foot in the way, and wedged it back open.
‘Arthur,’ he greeted, dipping his hand into his pocket and revealing something black in a quick movement.
‘But I’m starving!’ Lily complained, leaving the spoon in the pot and slinking back in her seat ‘Dad could be at the door for ages-’ cutting her off, a gun shot echoed through the house, and a thud as a body hit against the floor. The family sat in silence; Alex looking at his Mother and Lily staring at the door that led towards the hallway. The front door was shut, and there was a shuffle; something heavy being moved out of the way, before two men stood in the doorway. One was larger than the other, both in brown coats that came down below their knees, hats resting on their heads, shading their dark eyes, and leather gloves covering their hands pushed deep into the coat pockets. The shorter one had grey stubble around his cherry shaped chin, his tie pulled up so high that it looked as though it was going to strangle him.
‘Mary,’ he spoke, voice gruff, sounding as though his throat needed clearing.
By the look on her face, Lily knew that they didn’t know one another, the older woman stood in shock at how the man new her name; more importantly, how did he get in, and who was he?
‘A-Al…Alex, go to your room,’ clearing her throat nervously, she pointed towards the hallway, and just as the little boy made a move, a gun was retrieved out of the shorter mans pocket and he pointed it towards him.
‘Don’t’ he warned, ushering for the boy to move back towards his Mother.
‘Where’s the money?’ the other asked, voice impatient and annoyed as he scanned the room ‘Dan said the money would be here, where is it?-’
‘Calm down, we’ll get the money,’ the shorter reassured him, looking back towards Mary ‘won’t we?’ he asked, the gun raised towards her but she didn’t make a movement towards her, only tightening her arms around her son.
‘Mom… Mom, I’ve got some upstairs,’ he whispered but Mary silenced him with a stern look.
‘What’s he saying?’ the tall one spoke again, voice now agitated, as though he couldn’t wait to get out.
The little boy wriggled out of his Mother’s grip, and darted towards the door - ready to go up to his room and get the money that now hid under his pillow; a handful of coins he’d been saving to buy loads of goodies. The black flashed again, and in an instant, a bullet flew out of the end and caught Alex in the chest, he skidded to a halt and fell onto the wooden floor. A scream escaped Mary’s lips, and she went to kneel by her son, only to have the black metal pressed against her forehead, and a click as it was loaded.
Lily stayed where she was, her eyes frozen to her brother, motionless in the doorway, and her Mother seconds away from being in the same position. Many thoughts ran through her mind, should she jump in and attempt to wrestle the gun from the man and face getting shot? Should she go in the garden and find the bag of money that she saw her Father hide the night before? Or should she flee for her life and hope for the best? There was another shot, the sound echoing through the room, seemingly louder than the previous two. Her Mother fell backwards, a red stain in the centre of her forehead, and then Lily’s mind was made up.
Present Day - USA
‘I’d like to fight in the ring, please?’ a red headed woman lent against the bar, dressed in a white vest and tight jeans.
The man behind the bar slowly made his way over, his eyebrows raised as he looked her over, before he slowly released a low laugh.
‘You’re a lass,’ he smirked, grabbing the towel from off of his shoulder and cleaning the inside of a wet glass ‘lass’s like you don’t fight. You sit in front of a mirror, play with makeup and cook,’ the same, irritating laugh escaped his lips and he placed the clean glass down ‘haven’t you got a beauty convention to go to, or summit-’ his next words were choked as she lent over the bar and grabbed the collar of his shirt, bringing him forward.
‘Listen. I’ve come a long way to be here. I just want to fight, get paid and go ‘ome, alright?’ she asked, staring deep into the mans piggy little eyes.
There was a pause, before the man looked over to the left ‘Phil, we got another contestant for the cage match,’ he called, voice strained as she still held him tight.
Letting him go, she gave a small smile of appreciation before taking a fresh pint he’d offered the man next to her. A rough looking man, a cigar in his left hand.
‘What’s ye’ name love?’ Phil stuck his head in the bar, a piece of chalk in his hand so he could write on the board.
‘Lily Wickens,’ she replied, placing the glass down and passing it back to the man ‘Thanks,’ smirking, she moved to follow Phil, but the barman called her back.
‘You aint got anyone to fight with yet,’ he told her, rubbing his neck where the material had dug in. ‘you can’t fight on your own-’
‘I’ll fight with ‘er,’ a mans voice came and Lily traced it back to the man with the pint.
[/size][/center][[ Hugh Jackman ( Wolverine ) is by far my FAVORITE X-MEN, after I found out that he can sing and everything else. He’s just amazing. So I need a Wolverine, Obviously. I can be someone for you ( Cyclops.. Kurt.. Bobby, Pyro ) Yaddda, or we can just split the characters between us. You can also be your own character if you like. The plan is, you can be Wolverine and an OC, or just Wolverine. Seeing as I need him MOST please (: Now, the Idea. Xavier’s been following my character by Cerebro for a while, as she keeps moving around a lot, and he knows what she’s been through ETC, she’s raised some interest. Now, he reads her thoughts and knows she’s going to stop at a bar near to New York, so he sends Logan in to go and bring her back to Xavier’s. She’s gone to the bar to get some money, to work in a fighting ring ( Like Logan.. ) because her Power is that she can heal fast, so.. She knows she’ll win the fights without getting hurt too much. Logan says he’ll go and fight her in the ring.. But seeing as he can heal and is full of adamantine.. She hits him and it hurts her more than it should.. And he tries to get her to give in and go back with him. In the 1930 section, its around a mafia time / gangs of America and all that. Her Dads in some trouble with some men, so they‘ve come around to sort him out.. In case you didn‘t understand (: .. THAT. Is all I actually have.. For now.. Ahah. So Yes. ASK TO JOIN. Three - four paragraphs per post.. And introduction post is needed into Wolverine and Xavier speaking ETC, ..Err, that’s it.. Ahah. I’ve not Role-played in 2 months.. So bare with my… bad punctuation and so on.. (: Can be Romance.. Action. Whatever.. / :3 She’s actually called Abbey, but she uses a false name.. Idk why. Why not? I never have a bad / angry / cocky character, so… this is her.. (: So forgive me if I make her unbelievably arrogant or whatever.. (: Thanks for reading this blab… -kisses- <3]
Chicago 1930
‘Alexander, don’t put your elbows on the table. You know its bad luck,’ Mary scolded her son, hitting the back of his head as she passed around the table, a dish of fresh food in her hand for that’s night dinner.
‘Sorry, Mom,’ he replied shortly, rubbing his neck and dropping his elbows to his knees.
There was a bang and loud rumbling, as a young girl made her way down the stairs, her Dad at her heels, his hands out as he tried to grab her.
‘You can’t run from me,’ he smirked, voice taunting as he finally grabbed her waist and lifted her up from the floor. The girl giggled with excitement, wriggling around in her Fathers strong grip as he began to tickle her arms.
‘Dad, stop - D-Dad.. Please-stop-DAD!’ a loud shriek left her lips as her Father swung her around and up onto his shoulders, her head nearly touching the ceiling.
‘Arthur, not now. Its time for dinner,’ Mary spoke quietly, placing the hot pot down on the table, before slinging the tea towel over her shoulder.
Arthur paused, lowering his daughter from his shoulders so she could take her seat. ‘But you know how she likes a good tickle. Everyone loves a good tickle,’ pouncing forward he grabbed hold of his wife and began to tickle at her sides, short, stiffly laughs emitting from the elder woman as she ran around the table, away from him.
‘Arthur, no.’ voice stern, she stood behind her son as a safe guard, the brown haired boy pulling a face of disgust at his parents.
‘No?’ he asked slowly, moving around the table like a stalking lion ‘no? well maybe… Alex wants to play? Hmhm?’ smirking, the man grabbed his son under the arms and pulled him out of his seat, only to be interrupted by a knock at the door. ‘saved by the door,’ Arthur placed Alex back down and moved out into the hallway.
‘Mom, can we eat yet?’ Lily asked from the other end of the table, leaning over with a spoon, she’d begun digging into the potatoes.
‘Not until your Father gets back,’
Pulling open the door, Arthur quickly went to shut it again, but one of the men from outside pushed their foot in the way, and wedged it back open.
‘Arthur,’ he greeted, dipping his hand into his pocket and revealing something black in a quick movement.
‘But I’m starving!’ Lily complained, leaving the spoon in the pot and slinking back in her seat ‘Dad could be at the door for ages-’ cutting her off, a gun shot echoed through the house, and a thud as a body hit against the floor. The family sat in silence; Alex looking at his Mother and Lily staring at the door that led towards the hallway. The front door was shut, and there was a shuffle; something heavy being moved out of the way, before two men stood in the doorway. One was larger than the other, both in brown coats that came down below their knees, hats resting on their heads, shading their dark eyes, and leather gloves covering their hands pushed deep into the coat pockets. The shorter one had grey stubble around his cherry shaped chin, his tie pulled up so high that it looked as though it was going to strangle him.
‘Mary,’ he spoke, voice gruff, sounding as though his throat needed clearing.
By the look on her face, Lily knew that they didn’t know one another, the older woman stood in shock at how the man new her name; more importantly, how did he get in, and who was he?
‘A-Al…Alex, go to your room,’ clearing her throat nervously, she pointed towards the hallway, and just as the little boy made a move, a gun was retrieved out of the shorter mans pocket and he pointed it towards him.
‘Don’t’ he warned, ushering for the boy to move back towards his Mother.
‘Where’s the money?’ the other asked, voice impatient and annoyed as he scanned the room ‘Dan said the money would be here, where is it?-’
‘Calm down, we’ll get the money,’ the shorter reassured him, looking back towards Mary ‘won’t we?’ he asked, the gun raised towards her but she didn’t make a movement towards her, only tightening her arms around her son.
‘Mom… Mom, I’ve got some upstairs,’ he whispered but Mary silenced him with a stern look.
‘What’s he saying?’ the tall one spoke again, voice now agitated, as though he couldn’t wait to get out.
The little boy wriggled out of his Mother’s grip, and darted towards the door - ready to go up to his room and get the money that now hid under his pillow; a handful of coins he’d been saving to buy loads of goodies. The black flashed again, and in an instant, a bullet flew out of the end and caught Alex in the chest, he skidded to a halt and fell onto the wooden floor. A scream escaped Mary’s lips, and she went to kneel by her son, only to have the black metal pressed against her forehead, and a click as it was loaded.
Lily stayed where she was, her eyes frozen to her brother, motionless in the doorway, and her Mother seconds away from being in the same position. Many thoughts ran through her mind, should she jump in and attempt to wrestle the gun from the man and face getting shot? Should she go in the garden and find the bag of money that she saw her Father hide the night before? Or should she flee for her life and hope for the best? There was another shot, the sound echoing through the room, seemingly louder than the previous two. Her Mother fell backwards, a red stain in the centre of her forehead, and then Lily’s mind was made up.
Present Day - USA
‘I’d like to fight in the ring, please?’ a red headed woman lent against the bar, dressed in a white vest and tight jeans.
The man behind the bar slowly made his way over, his eyebrows raised as he looked her over, before he slowly released a low laugh.
‘You’re a lass,’ he smirked, grabbing the towel from off of his shoulder and cleaning the inside of a wet glass ‘lass’s like you don’t fight. You sit in front of a mirror, play with makeup and cook,’ the same, irritating laugh escaped his lips and he placed the clean glass down ‘haven’t you got a beauty convention to go to, or summit-’ his next words were choked as she lent over the bar and grabbed the collar of his shirt, bringing him forward.
‘Listen. I’ve come a long way to be here. I just want to fight, get paid and go ‘ome, alright?’ she asked, staring deep into the mans piggy little eyes.
There was a pause, before the man looked over to the left ‘Phil, we got another contestant for the cage match,’ he called, voice strained as she still held him tight.
Letting him go, she gave a small smile of appreciation before taking a fresh pint he’d offered the man next to her. A rough looking man, a cigar in his left hand.
‘What’s ye’ name love?’ Phil stuck his head in the bar, a piece of chalk in his hand so he could write on the board.
‘Lily Wickens,’ she replied, placing the glass down and passing it back to the man ‘Thanks,’ smirking, she moved to follow Phil, but the barman called her back.
‘You aint got anyone to fight with yet,’ he told her, rubbing his neck where the material had dug in. ‘you can’t fight on your own-’
‘I’ll fight with ‘er,’ a mans voice came and Lily traced it back to the man with the pint.