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Post by kittypatter on Aug 6, 2009 7:25:05 GMT -5
Lily watched as Logan marched through the crowd; what was he doing? She could handle herself, incase he didn't notice, she had just been in a boxing ring. And beat his ass, as it was. She didn't win, but she got him where it hurt.
The man eyed Logan up, his eyes half closed as he blinked wearily, before he was knocked straight down in one clear blow, taking a table and glasses with him. The bar all gasped, some pointing and laughing at the mans idocy, and some looking towards Logan and glaring, expressions angry at what he'd done.
"We need to talk!. Come with me, Please"
Looking towards him, Lily paused for a moment. Why should she? He was probably going to make fun of her, or have another fight; beat her up proper for what shed done to him... down there.
'Why should I go with you?' she asked, her eyes peering over his shoulder as she leaned in close. Phil had come over to see what had happened, his eyes landed on the drunk and then the two.
'Girl, you did this-'
'Come on,' Lily muttered, voice angry as she gripped Logan's arm and moved him out of the bar, everyone watching her as though she'd knocked the drunk back ten feet.
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Post by marcofuckingpolo on Aug 6, 2009 8:36:30 GMT -5
Logan groaned. "Why should I go?" What was it with girls, they couldn't just take your word for it they needed twenty reasons to do something before even considering it. "Just take my word for it okay?" he said looking over her shoulder to the rather irate looking bar owner. "Nope actually it was me," he flashed a bright grin, "My bad, you should get a bouncer," he shrugged as he began backing up, already a few of the man's friends had stood up, supposedly to take revenge. Oops.
Suddenly a voice rang clear, loud and strong behind him, "Already have a bouncer," said Aimeé cooly. The men paused for a moment. That barmaid was bad news and they all knew.She hung around with a dangerous crowd and had managed to break up some serious fights here. She was a mutant they weren't stupid enough to mess with that.
"Come on," she said to Wolverine and the girl as she headed towards a side door marked exit. "Don't wanna cause no trouble do we?" she smiled sweetly. Logan's eyes narrowed suspiciously at the strange girl but after a moments hesitation he followed her. "C'mon Lilly," he said in a low voice, taking her elbow he steered her towards the door, several steps behind the barmaid bouncer girl.
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Post by kittypatter on Aug 6, 2009 8:49:03 GMT -5
A woman came over towards them, speaking loud and strong as though she was the voice of the people. Lily couldn't help but roll her eyes as she was led to freedom, through a fire exit. Shaking Logan away, she glanced around the empty car park for any type of transport she'd associate him with. She thought of a motorbike, the hardcore type of biker boy; but there wasn't one. There were a couple of trucks and a lorry, and the trucks didn't look too up to scratch; dirty and old.
But they were walking away from the carpark, through a gate and towards an open field. She didn't even know why she was following them. 'Why did you have to do that?' she asked, catching up to the girl and walking by her side. 'and you,' she turned to glance at Logan 'I was doing fine in there, until you decided to punch a guy flat out, and you... since when do girl as small as you become bouncers?' realisation hit her and she stopped in her tracks, moving a little infront of both of them to stare.
Strong, cocky... up for anything. Obviously mutants. But what did they want with her? She'd meant plenty in her life time, but none of them had wanted to speak to her. They preferred to be alone. As she herself did. And if she was to be with people, she wouldnt choose these two.
'You're mutants..' she stated, pointing at Logan first and then glancing at the girl once again 'look.. whatever it is you want with me, I'm not doing it. I bet you want to make some sort of team.. and become soppy, crappy superheroes.. you can think again,'
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Post by marcofuckingpolo on Aug 6, 2009 17:13:39 GMT -5
Logan strode across the street remembering clearly where he had parked his vehicle. He had to because he couldn't exactly go looking for it later. It wasn't always easy to find space to park an invisible jet but he always managed it. Today it as parked in a local park, hidden behind some trees unnecisarily just to make sure no one noticed an invisible barrier across their path. He would have prefered, of course, to take his motor bike but seeing as Scott had rather rudely blocked him in he had been forced to take the jet. Accidentaly backing a land rover into Scott's convertable several times. Accidentally.
He watched the young girl from the corner of his eye, wondering how she had landed a job in a bar at her age and why she would want it. Logan watched her with narrowed eyes, she was very confident and knew a lot. Rarely a good sign, but she was interested in the school so he was prepared to take her with him.
Aimeé kept a few paces behind Logan, a small smile playing on her lips. "Do what?" she asked the woman, her brow furrowing. What on earth was she talking about, she had saved them back there. They were vastly out numbered. She rolled her eyes, lot of thanks she got. "Small?" she demanded irritated. How dare she. Ignoring everything else the lady had said she took a step towards her, a fist of fire held out threateningly.
"You're mutants,"
Wow, quick off the mark aren't we thought Aimeé dryly. "Yes," came Logan's gruff reply. "And no. Don't worry, we don't want you on the powerpuff squad. We're very selective. We don't however want you to get killed any time soon. If you have any problems with that let me know, kay?" he turned and began waking again. He pulled out a set of keys, pressed a button and the jet became visible in the darkness, a door opened and he turned to look at Lilly, "Get in." He didn't need to tell Aimeé who was already climbing the steps.
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Post by kittypatter on Aug 6, 2009 17:24:38 GMT -5
She didn't like that other girl. No. Not at all. She held a ball of fire out in her hand. Go ahead and use it. She thought angrily, staring at the back of the girls head as Lily faltered behind once again.
'Powerpuff Squad? Yes, you look just the type for that sorta thing,' she told him shorty, watching him as he pulled a pair of keys out of his pocket, and a beep out of nowhere startled her. A large, white jet appeared in front of her, and she stopped mid tracks. Awe struck. What?
'I guess you had this planned, been following me have you?' Aimee moves up the steps and Lily sighed, momentarily rolling her eyes again before following. Not as ordered, but because she wanted to. They were selective. Who was selective? She wanted to find whoever was following her, and tell them where to get off. She didn't need their help. They were probably the goody-goody type, the don't-use-your-powers-for-evil, and -be-kind-to-humans, people. No, she definitely wasn't having anything to do with them.
Once inside the jet, she glanced around the large metal space before seeing a bunch of seats ahead of her. Moving forward, she saw Amieé had already taken a seat, so slowly, and cautiously, Lily took one too.
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Post by marcofuckingpolo on Aug 6, 2009 17:40:09 GMT -5
"Who's been following me" Was this girl for real? Couls she get any more damsel in distress. She kept her lips pressed tightly together as she got on the jet. She hated girls like that. That made everything into a soap opera. They spoke to much, cried to much and in general were too much for Aimeé to be going on with. She was a simple, direct, straight to the point girl.
The corner of Logan's mouth tugged up into a lopsided smile. "You don't thikn I could pull of sugar, spice and everything nice?" he asked cheekily. "C'mon," he said in a softer voice now, letting her ascend the steps before him. He took his seat at the front. The drivers seat. Lilly was forced to take the one closest to him.
"Buckle up kid," he called to the teenager. "Aimeé," she corrected him. Logan nodded, "Buckle up Aimeé." "Okie dokie," she pushed the belt into position. "So what's your name Lilly?" She knew what it was, she had been on the look out for her for three weeks now but she wanted to be told. "No one uses their real names for the fights." She didn't need to ask Logan. He already knew she knew.
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Post by kittypatter on Aug 7, 2009 9:05:58 GMT -5
Aimeé. Amieé. Uh, Amieé. Bitch.
Lily knew an Aimeé once, horrible spoilt child, cocky and red headed. Used to wait for her outside of school, follow Lily home and beat her up when they got to the top of the streets. A faint smile tugged at her lips as she remembered this. 1942; she died in a fire. It wasn't funny. No way was she cold enough to admit it was funny. But it just showed, the Good didn't die young. ( What the fuck? What the hell does that mean? I. Uh. That just fails. Like. Ass. Big AMERICAN Ass. Uh. I was meant to say something ironic but Idk what to say.. so. bleh. )
"No one uses their real names for the fights."
'But he did,' she muttered, pointing to Logan who had a dog tag swinging around his neck; she remembered seeing the name Wolverine on the chalk board.
Reaching across, she snagged the dogtag, almost strangling Logan in the process. She flipped the metal over in her fingers before letting it drop, and giving a cheeky grin. She wasn't going to act like a child; glued to her seat and not wanting to touch anything.
All the buttons flashed around her. It took a lot of willpower not to press them all.
After a moment, she decided she'd have had enough of Amieé boring into her eyes, and so spoke. 'Abbey,' she told her, not even turning to look at the young girl 'My names Abbey Webster. I was born in 1914 and I can't die,' she said it simply, casual like. As if it was an everyday thing you told a stranger. In an invisable jet.
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Post by marcofuckingpolo on Aug 7, 2009 9:35:35 GMT -5
"But he did." Aimeé smiled, "Yeah? He was baptised Wolverine was he?" she asked cocking her head to the side. She sighed leaning back into her seat and putting her feet up on the unoccupied seat beside her. She pulled out her iPod and stuck one earphone in so she coud still listen to the others and closed her eyes. It shouldn't take them long to get to the school. About half an hour, this was a jet after all.
Logan didn't react when she grabbed his chain. He looked down at her but didn't say anything. "You can call me Logan," he said in his husky voice. Turning his head back to see where exactly he was flying. He nodded, "Abbey," he repeated. It suited her better than Lilly, he supposed it was a smart thing to use a different name though.
"Nice to meet you Abbey Webster," piped up Aimeé from the back without looking up. "I can't die." "Even if I rip your head off?" she asked indifferently. No one is beyond death. She obviously hasn't tried hard enough she thought to herself.
Logan sighed. Aimeé reminded him of the classes he had been forced to take over. The minor scuffles of teenagers. He wasn't made to be a teacher. At least Abbey was old enough not to rise to the younger girl he hoped. "We'll be there in a few minutes," he told them.
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Post by kittypatter on Aug 7, 2009 9:42:37 GMT -5
"Even if I rip your head off?"
Don't react, Abbey. She's just a dumb teenager. Probably hoicked up on sugar. You're better than her. Don't stoop to her level. Don't make a snarky comment. Just be calm, collected, and...- 'You could try if you wanted,' she replied shortly, voice seemingly serene as she turned in her chair to look towards the now laid back Aimeé.
A roll of her eyes brought her back and she slunk down in the seat, her legs crossed over than one another. She fought the temptation to putting her feet up, who knows what buttons she'd knock. She'd crash the plane. But then, was that bad? It'd get rid of Aimeé. No! Don't think that.
Logan. Logan. Logan was the first boy she kissed.
Abbey inclined her head towards him in a What-the-hells-wrong-with-her look, speaking about the girl with the loud ipod. But she knew he understood without saying anything.
She didn't even know where she was going. Where was she going? She didn't care. She was tired. Sleep was good. This chair was comfy.... he wouldn't mind if she just took a little nap..
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Post by marcofuckingpolo on Aug 7, 2009 10:05:06 GMT -5
Aimeé laughed once, "Why would I want to do that?" she asked in the tone of voice that only a teenager could muster. The tone that made what you had just said seem like the least cool thing in the world to do. Generally saved for parents, teachers, various figures of authority. She rolled over, plugging in the second speaker and blocking out the rest of the world. Not hearing Logan tell them it would only be a few minutes before they arrived.
He looked at Abbey, suprised she had fallen asleep so quickly. He drove on, once again wishing he had his bike. Even though it wouldn't have been practical.
"Rise and shine," he said smiling, slapping Abbey's thigh as he stood up. "You too kid," he said giving Aimeé's shoulder a light shake as he made his way past her chair. She groaned slapping his hand away, calling a muffled insult after him. He chuckled but kept walking.
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Aimeé followed Logan groggily into the school. It was late and too dark for her to see much but not late enough for everyone to be in bed as a lot of lights were left on. She rubbed her eyes as she made her way up the rather grand steps to the entrance. "Where are we going?" she asked curiously. "The professor will want to meet you," he answered simply. She nodded.
Logan showed them to the professors office, knocked quicky on the door and pushed it open without waiting for a response. Storm was waiting with the professor when they entered. "Evenin' Prof," said Logan with a wry smile. "Two for the price of one."
Xavier nodded gravely. "I know. Welcome, both of you. Aimeé he greeted her. Abbey." Aimeé shot him a suspicious look but didn't question him. "Sit down," continued the professor. We have a lot to discuss. Storm?" he would allow her to explain everything.
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Post by kittypatter on Aug 7, 2009 10:41:49 GMT -5
"Rise and shine,"
Abbey instantly sat up, ready to fight off whoever had just slapped her. Glancing around, her eyes caught sight of a passing Logan and she sighed; slinking back into the chair again. She felt horrible. She'd had the kind of nap, where when you woke up you felt worse than you did in the first place.
It was dark now, outside. The jet had landed and Abbey could see lights on in a house through the windows. Moving along the empty jet - Amieé having gone after Logan; Abbey rummaged through a slidey door and found a grey hoodie. Pulling it on, she cursed the fact she'd been made to leave her jeans behind, and jogged down the jets ramp after the two.
Inside the school, it was large and empty. But she could feel the eyes. On the stairs. Loads of you adolescent eyes.
Bobby Drake stood at the top of the stairs, peering over the bannister with Pyro. His blue eyes caught sight of Amieé; only to be interpreted as John gave a wolf whistle and ducked, casing Bobby the blame.
"I know. Welcome, both of you. Aimeé he greeted her. Abbey."
How did he know my name? What a stupid question. 'He's a telepath,-' 'Christ!' Abbey called, glancing around the room to see who had spoken, but everyone was simply staring; accept Xavier. He was chuckling. A red head by his side. Her.
"Sit down."
Keeping herself stood, Abbey simply followed gaze towards the one called storm. What was this?
'... This is Xaviers... school for gifted youngsters-' 'I'm twenty five-' 'You're ninety five,' Xavier corrected 'You were born May 2nd 1914' ( Idk, I can' t do math. Whatever ) 'Whatever I am, I'm not a youngster,' she told him, voice stern. Was this some kind of boarding school? She didn't want that.
'Xavier sent Logan to get you,' He was following me. Jean gave a chuckle. Storm went on '... The Professor has been following you... on cerebro... you're in danger, Abbey. Magneto wants you for his army-' 'Magneto?' 'A very, very powerful mutant. But don't worry, you're safe here.'
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Post by marcofuckingpolo on Aug 7, 2009 13:57:44 GMT -5
Aimeé looked up towards the direction the wolfwhistle had came from. She hadn't meant to, it was late and her head automatically followed the direction the sound came from. Her expression was of mild curiosity and a hint of a smirk. She shook her head and entered the crowded room. Suprised at the welcome party, but of course they weren't waiting for her, they were here for Abbey. Aimeé slumped into a nearby armchair out of the way and made herself confortable for the explanation that would follow.
Logan moved over to the fire place and leaned against the mantle beside Jean. Listening to the story he had been told before he left except this time he wa sactually paying attention.
Aimeé looked up, "She's ninety-five?" her mouth droped. It was't fair. She'd probably be long gone before she turned ninety-five, never mind looking like a girl in her twentys. She had been told she was old but this, this was ridiculous.
The professor turned to Storm, "Maybe you could show Aimeé to a free room?" he asked shooting Aimeé a look. Storm nodded, "Come on Aimeé, follow me. A room has already been made up for you," she smiled kindly holding the door open for the adolescent who exited with a cheeky smile, "Thanks Professor," she called behind her. Secretly delighted to be leaving. She didn't want the professor delving too deep into her thoughts.
"Now Abbey. We both know how valuable a power like yours woud be to someone like Magneto. So I'm going to ask you to stay here. There are plenty of older mutants here you won't feel out of place and most importantly you'll be safe."
He rolled his wheelchair towards the window and looked out towards the stars, "Logan?" "Yeah?" said the man straightening up. "Show Abbey to her room, she'll be in the one just down the hall from yours." Wolverine nodded ad headed towards the door.
"Jeane? I noticed the two girls don't have any clothes with them? Could you see hwat oyu can do for them please?" Logan held the door for Abbey.
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Post by kittypatter on Aug 7, 2009 14:10:03 GMT -5
The shock on Aimeé's face at the mention of Abbeys age made her heart sink. It was old, wasn't it? She didn't really think of her age before. You're only as old as you feel. And she felt alive. But then, if she thought. She felt old. She'd survived both wars, she'd been everywhere and anywhere in the world, she had nothing left to experience. In real terms, her life was over.. and she should have died long ago. Should have. Should have.
Why didn't she?
It wasn't right.
Then Xavier spoke again, and her frown deepend more; if possible. She was to stay there? For how long? No, she wouldn't just wait, sit and watch as people deteriorated around her. She'd done enough of that. That was why she travelled alone. You never stayed with anyone long enough to truly get attached, so you never missed them when it was their time to go.
As Logan opened the door, Abbey glanced at the Professor. And she knew he understood how she was feeling. He couldn't help if if he tried. But it didn't make her feel any better.
The children had all gone away from the stairs, scattered like cats in a rain storm.
Bobby and Pyro had scrambled away when the door had opened the first time; when Amieé had come out. Wow. Bobby was amazed, again. She was beautiful, stunning. And he could touch her.
Not like Rogue.
What was he thinking? He couldn't be thinking that. Not with Jean and the Professor around. They'd send her away, because she could be trouble to the boys section. He'd given her a smirk, before racing off into John's room and quickly shutting the door.
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Post by marcofuckingpolo on Aug 7, 2009 16:35:35 GMT -5
Wolverine looked at Abbey, he knew what it was like to live for too long. {doesn't he?} Watch people who cared about you disappear one by one. As hard as it was for him it was more difficult for the people around him, they cared but couldn't help but leave him behind. He wasn't good at keeping his distance. Too many times he had fallen in the trap. No one was stupid enough to get involved with him. Like Jean. He couldn't help but think that maybe, if he was normal, it might be him she turned to for comfort rather than Scott.
"So where 'bouts you from anyway?" he asked looking her up and down as he made his way up the stairs. The teachers were given a wing to themselves away from the students. Instead they all took turns keeping an eye on them a night or two during the week so that any other time they could have privacy.
He got to the corridor their room was on and stopped. "Here, this is your room. Don't worry the students keep away. They're the other sied of the school. If you want I'm going down to the kitchen now you can come with me?" he offered leaning against the doorframe to her room.
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Aimeé looked up the stairs, slipping her hands into her back pockets. She half smiled at the boy at the top of the stairs when he turned and ran. She couldn't see him clearly without her contacts in. The smile slipped from her face. Right. Of course he ran away. Good little super heroes didn't hang around with nasty little girls like her.
She continued up the stairs, Logan and Abbey came out after them. She looked down but didn't stop. Strom turned down the oppoite corridor to the one the boys had ran down, figured. "So..." said Aimeé addressing Storm, "You're a teacher here? Will I be starting class soon or do I get a day or two to settle in or what?" she asked taking her hands out of her back pockets and instead placing them in the pockets of her leather jacket. She needed to learn not to fidget when she was nervous.
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Post by kittypatter on Aug 7, 2009 17:00:32 GMT -5
'I'm from Chicago,' she told him as they reached the top of the stairs, shaking her head, she gave an apologetic smile. 'I think I'm just going to go to bed... ' standing on her tip tope, Abbey lent forward and placed a kiss on is cheek before turning and shutting her bedroom door.
Storm shrugged as the two arrived at Amieés room. 'You can start classes whenever you feel ready. For now... I think its best you rest, we can settle things in the morning. I'm just down the hall, if you need anything come find me. The children are in the other wing' you'll have no disturbances.
Socked feet moved down the stairs and towards the kitchen, a young kid was sitting on the sofa, blinking every now and then to change the channel. Glancing at him, she watched as he sat up and glanced over the top of the sofa before sitting back down again.
'Can you get me a drink?' he asked, and Abbey paused. Was he for real?
'Sure...' moving into the kitchen, she pulled open the fridge and gave a small sigh, the coldness nice to her skin. Jean had given her some grey shorts and a vest top to wear, and for some reason, Abbey had never been so hot. As she shut the door, she gave a little squeak of shock to see Logan was sitting at the kitchen table. The bottle dropped from her grip and smashed to the floor, catching her leg and causing a graze.
[ Shit. Shity post. Like Seriously. Shitty. Shit. Shit. Crap. Poop. Crap ]
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