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Post by marcofuckingpolo on Aug 7, 2009 17:56:17 GMT -5
Logan smirked, "Sweet dreams," he said in a low voice as she closed the door. Smiling he turned around and walked to his door. He paused and after a moments thought changed his mind and headed down the hall the way he had came. He hadn't eaten since lunchtime and he was starving so he decided to go to the kitchen.
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Aimeé wandered into her room. It was quite nice. Way nicer than the shithole she had been staying in back home. She still had no clothes. Not that she had many back above the bar but at least they fitted her. The clothes Jean had given her were all way too long. She ended up in grey trackies, that trailed along the ground and a black jumper that almost reacher her knees. Bored out of her mind she decided to go exploring.
She walked around aimlessly. Corridor led on to corridor onto corridor, all looking identical. Eventually she gave up and made for the entrance. She took a quick glance around before slipping outside. It was colder than she had expected but that didn't bother her, she had ways of keeping herself warm.
Eventually she stopped at a pond at sat down at the edge. She create da ball of fire in her fist and began tossing them into the pond, she didn't want to risk setting anything on fire. She smiled as they skipped across the water.
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Logan looked up as Abbey walked in. He smiled at her but she didn't seem to notice him. That or she was ignoring him. He doubted it with a cocky smirk. Suddenly it was a crash. There we go, he thought to himself. He had a bottle of bud in his hand which he left on the table to go help Abbey. "I have that effect on women," he said jokingly as he picked up the pieces of glass. "Want me to get something for that?" he asked straightening up and looking at her leg. He supposed it would heal fairly lively on it's own.
[[life is shit. then i rp.): my bad.]]
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Post by kittypatter on Aug 7, 2009 18:02:03 GMT -5
'I've had worse,' she replied, turning away from him, and instead getting a glass from the side, before she filled it up with water and took it to the child.
There was a pause.
She debated.
'Do you have anymore of those?' she asked, indicating towards the drink in his hand. She was now the owner of a fresh leg. Silky smooth like nothing had happened.
Padding over towards him, she lifted herself up onto the worktop and watched as Logan sat unmoving in his seat. Was that a no? Sighing, she reached over and snagged the drink from him, before taking a sip and sighing.
'I think... an angel just pissed on my tongue,' she smirked. It'd been a long time since she'd had a drink of alcohol.
Pyro was sitting by his window, he saw a flash of light and instantly traced it to the pond. She was like him?
It'd been a long time since something had happened in the place. Pulling on a jumper, he jogged down the stairs - with strange silence, and quickly went out into the air.
Shit it was cold.
Another bounce of fire went across the water and he outstretched his hand, capturing the element in his palm. 'Pretty impressive, huh?'
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Post by marcofuckingpolo on Aug 7, 2009 18:21:15 GMT -5
Logan smiled, "Sure, help yourself," he said waving a hand at the drink that she was already beggining to swallow. "That good eh? That's not even that strong. I've got some more stuff up in my room if you want..." he trailed off vaugely. This was coming out the wrong way. But maybe the wrong was was the right way he thought with a rougish smile.
"Listen you don't have to. Just offering. The Professor ain't so great on the alcohol front." He rolled his eyes. She probably wouldn't take him up on the offer but seeing as he'd have to go up and get himself another drink anyway he felt he might as well put it out there.
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Aimeé jumped at the sound of another voic. She hadn't been paying much attention. Just pegging dangerous little balls across the water absent mindedly. Her eyes narrowed as she examined the boy. Not the one she'd see earlier, no suprose there. "Not bad," she raised her eyebrow. Pulling up the neck of her too large jumper that was slipping down her shoulder.
With a smirk she clicked her fingers a small flame appeared on the tips of her fingers. She flicked it towards him but by the time it had reached the boy it was roughly the size of a basketball. She'd see what he'd got.
"Hi." she said as it soared towards him. "Name's Aimeé."
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Post by kittypatter on Aug 7, 2009 18:31:14 GMT -5
Abbey stopped mid gulp, turning her eyes to look at Logan. She smirked slightly, causing the liquid to miss her mouth and roll down her chin. Way to go Abbey.
Placing the bottle down, she wiped her chin on the back of her hand before jumping down from the worktop. 'Yes, I could do with a fresh one. Thats got god-knows-what on it. I mean. I don't know what you are, you could be a toad mutant for all I know,' she smirked again, then cringed at the thought of sharing a drink with a frog.
Icky. Slimey creature.
'But I do know you're shit hard to damage, if I wasn't heal-able, I wouldn't have any knuckles left,'
John smirked as another fireball came towards him, quickly, he threw the first attempt into the water, and put both hands out for the next one.
It was harder to manage. Bigger.
Holding it in his hand, he cocked an eyebrow at her, before moving over towards the pond and placing his hands in. The water fizzled and hissed as the fire was distinguished.
'Call me, Pyro,'
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Post by marcofuckingpolo on Aug 7, 2009 18:46:59 GMT -5
Logan laughed as he walked around the table to the cupboard to retrieve some napkins. He walked up to Abbey and pressed one lightly against her chin. He looked down at her with a cheeky smile, "You got it?" he asked.
He gave her a repulsed look. "Do I look like some sort of smiley toad mutant?!" he asked jaw dropping. He thought she'd been into him. "No I'm a healer. Just like you , with the added benfits of a metal skeleton," he smirked releasing his claws.
"Pretty nifty eh?" he asked childishly. "So," he jerked his head towards the now emprty bottle, "Finnish this in my room, with a few more beverages?" he asked hopefully heading for the door.
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"Psycho?" she asked teasing him. Pyro. What the hell was that? Trying to be cool? Yeah... Despite herself she smiled. I was a cool name, but a little bit of a cliché answer she felt herself.
She nodded impressed when he caught her ball. Not bad. He was strong. Stronger than she had really expected anyone here to be. From what Magneto had said she expected none fo them to be worth much if they weren't teachers.
"Nice," she said praisingly. Then shrugged. "Not terrible..." she added in that indifferent tone of hers.
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Post by kittypatter on Aug 7, 2009 18:55:01 GMT -5
Don't you feel an idiot now? Abbey sighed as Logan came and wiped her chin, nodding, she took the napkin and scrunched it up in her hand, before debating what to do with it.
As he released his claws though, she was sent into awe, reaching out, she ran her finger over one of the blades. Fascinated. Childish.
Smirking, she let go of them and tried not to laugh. This was just a sleazy way to get laid? And she was going a long with it. Eh, why not?
Chucking the tissue at him, she made a run for the stairs. She wasn't just going to fall in his arms. He needed to try.
John pulled a face and gave a sarcastic laugh as she pulled at her name. Then she commented on his skills. Yes. Yes, they were rather good if he said so.
'Not terrible? They're far from terrible, thank you,' he corrected her, voice suddenly protecive of his power. Then he glanced back at the school, smirking, he thought of Bobby.
'He's gonna kill me that I got here first..' he chuckled mostly to himself.
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Post by marcofuckingpolo on Aug 7, 2009 19:09:16 GMT -5
Logan smirked catching the tissue on the end of his claw. "They come in hand from time to time." He laughed as she turned and ran. Cat and mouse. If she was game he was. He chucked the tissue in the trash before following her out the door. Noticing she had forgotten her water. He brushed it off, she'd have something better now.
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Back outside his room he opened the door, "Ladies first," he waved her in before following. He opened a cupboard to reveal his treasure chest. A mini fridge full of alcohol. "Help yourself," he smiled taking a bud and throwing himself into an arm chair.
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She stared blankly at him as he got all defensive. A little too much testosterone maybe. She decided it was best not to mention this right now. "Who is?" she asked getting up and going to stand beside him. She wondered who would kill him over her. Or was this some kid of dare. First to screw the new kid. She wasn't buying into it. Not for someone who called himself "Pyro."
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Post by kittypatter on Oct 8, 2009 16:29:51 GMT -5
At the top of the stairs, Abbey glanced behind her as Logan soon caught up with her and pushed open his door. She had expected it to be all messy and full of junk but it was simple and fresh, and then her eyes caught sight of the mini fridge and a smile tugged at her lips.
She didn't even want to be here, caged up in a house as if she wasn't allowed out in the world. She was doing just fine, fighting, traveling, sleeping, making a wage, and then Logan and that stupid girl... what was her name? they got in the damned way.
Drinking made things better, it made things easier and it helped let you get lose and laugh. She wanted to get lose, and laugh and forget about things for a while. Getting to her knees she took a can out of the fridge and hesitated, before cracking it open and taking a large sip. Mhm, it was so damned refreshing.
LALA. Idk what to write. (:
Ha, he'd got one over on Bobby. She didn't even know who he was, at least she knew his name. Pyro; although she did laugh at it. Still, she knew it.
'No one,' he shrugged it off lazily, Bobby was hardly his friend and he had Rogue, John wanted this one. His fingers went back to fingering his lighter, open shut, open, shut. God, it was so boring around here.
'Want to have some fun?' he offered, not really sure what fun was and how he could find it. Then he noticed the gates were still open and they could make it. 'Ever been on a motorbike before?' he offered, smirking lightly.
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