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A Bar
Apr 28, 2008 15:14:48 GMT -5
Post by Philippe on Apr 28, 2008 15:14:48 GMT -5
*Logan smashed his glass down upon the table and watched it shatter. He pulled himself upwards and half walked, half staggered back towards the cage. He had money riding on this.*
"Come on then, who's next?"
*He roared to the shouting crowd. Man after man pushed himself forward but he knocked them down, one after the other.*
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A Bar
Apr 28, 2008 17:42:37 GMT -5
Post by emo!Rogue on Apr 28, 2008 17:42:37 GMT -5
*She didn't understand any of this. Marie had fled to Paris, thinking about how romantic it was, and how she'd had family here hundreds of years ago, and how it was anywhere but home. Anyone but Mystique.
Her eyes filled with tears as she remembered there would be anyone, anywhere. Not for her.
And now she was surrounded by shadows, and scary looking people, and things she didn't understand. She couldn't tell if it was night or day. With her rucksack slung over her shoulder, she ducked into an open doorway.
She pulled her gloves up reflexively as she took in the crowd of people. Patchy, sad looking people. Maybe outcasts like her. But not like. There was a man in a cage, fighting another man, and despite herself, she stayed and watched.*
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A Bar
Apr 29, 2008 0:37:21 GMT -5
Post by Philippe on Apr 29, 2008 0:37:21 GMT -5
*Logan finished with last man with a roar before subtly healing himself. There was no point bleeding when you don't have to. He climbed out of the cage and headed towards the bar. He'd get his winnings later, no one would dare take them.*
"Gimme a beer."
*He muttered to the barmaid before eyeing her appreciatively.*
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A Bar
Apr 29, 2008 8:58:41 GMT -5
Post by emo!Rogue on Apr 29, 2008 8:58:41 GMT -5
*She could have sworn she'd seen blood. But it was gone now, the large man whole and gruffly healthy. Marie turned to leave, certain this was not where she wanted to be, but her way was barred by a smelly, ragged man whose arm stretched across the door.*
"An' where're ye going so soon, girlie?"
"Get outta my way," *she said, but she couldn't keep the fear from her voice.*
"Now, that wouldn't be fun for anyone," *the man leered.
Marie started inching her hand from her glove. Self-defense, right? But before she could make a move, the man's surprisingly strong hands gripped her by her covered shoulders.*
"Let go of me!"
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A Bar
Apr 29, 2008 9:02:49 GMT -5
Post by Philippe on Apr 29, 2008 9:02:49 GMT -5
*Logan had been trying to get to the door, he needed to buy some smokes from the guy at the back. Unfortunately his way was blocked by a man and a girl. From the looks of things she wasn't there by choice.*
"Scuse me Pal, you're in my way."
*The man turned and sneered at him.*
"What' you gonna do about it?"
*Logan was not in the mood and frankly already pissed off enough with this place. He grabbed the man by the scuff of his shirt and easily flung him into a corner. He hit his head with a loud crack and was still.*
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A Bar
Apr 29, 2008 9:13:04 GMT -5
Post by emo!Rogue on Apr 29, 2008 9:13:04 GMT -5
*Marie's eyes widened, her stomach lurching unpleasantly at the sound. Without thinking, she grabbed her rescuer's hand--hers was gloved, of course--and pulled him from the bar. You never knew if someone had friends.*
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A Bar
Apr 29, 2008 9:29:31 GMT -5
Post by Philippe on Apr 29, 2008 9:29:31 GMT -5
*Logan let himself be pulled out of the bar.*
"And what the hell do ya think your doin?"
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A Bar
Apr 29, 2008 9:59:58 GMT -5
Post by emo!Rogue on Apr 29, 2008 9:59:58 GMT -5
"Gettin' us outta here!" *Marie said.* "What if he has friends?"
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A Bar
Apr 29, 2008 10:09:41 GMT -5
Post by Philippe on Apr 29, 2008 10:09:41 GMT -5
*Logan did what could only be really described as a huff.*
"I can take care of myself, girlie. Don't ya worry bout that."
*He shrugged off her hand and lit up.*
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A Bar
Apr 29, 2008 10:16:18 GMT -5
Post by emo!Rogue on Apr 29, 2008 10:16:18 GMT -5
"I can see that," *she said, her southern accent softened by an upbringing awash in popular media.* "Thank you."
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A Bar
Apr 29, 2008 10:19:01 GMT -5
Post by Philippe on Apr 29, 2008 10:19:01 GMT -5
"Did do it fur you, he was in my way. People don't do that."
*He exhale smoke upwards, perhaps it was time to go home then.*
"Well, I'll be seeing ya girlie."
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A Bar
Apr 29, 2008 10:21:22 GMT -5
Post by emo!Rogue on Apr 29, 2008 10:21:22 GMT -5
"Wait!"
*She didn't really have a reason to stay with him, other than he was the only person she'd seen who looked normal. Okay, looked like he might be normal if he stopped mumbling and shaved and got some decent clothes.*
"Can I come with you?"
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A Bar
Apr 29, 2008 10:24:01 GMT -5
Post by Philippe on Apr 29, 2008 10:24:01 GMT -5
*Logan looked her up and down once.*
"Yur a bit young fur me yet."
*Somehow he knew that she hadn't intended it to be that way.*
"You should go back to your family, I've got places to be."
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A Bar
Apr 29, 2008 10:32:33 GMT -5
Post by emo!Rogue on Apr 29, 2008 10:32:33 GMT -5
*Marie blushed, but her temper emerged.*
"That's not what I meant," *she snapped.* "It just so happens I got no family, an' I don't know why I'm here, or where 'here' is, an' frankly the idea you ain't attracted to me is pretty appealing."
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A Bar
Apr 29, 2008 10:34:25 GMT -5
Post by Philippe on Apr 29, 2008 10:34:25 GMT -5
"I think your mistaking me for someone who cares darlin."
*Logan turned and began to walk down the alleyway.*
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