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Post by Logan on Aug 5, 2006 16:56:55 GMT -5
*Logan paced in the dark atop the roof, his anger simmering inside him.* "Paris needs your help, Logan," the Professor said. Well, help with what? Who am I supposed to be protecting? These non-mutants? Since when do I look out for them and not my own kind? If they knew... *He climbed a piece of statuary and sat in the crook of Apollo's Lyre, idly extending and retracting his claws as he sat deep in thought.*
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Post by paris on Aug 5, 2006 17:07:42 GMT -5
*Paris fell over onto the roof, her adorable silver clutch purse flying out of her hand. Getting ehrself up, she pulled on the edge of her tiny micromini to straighten it, and looked over at the man standing nearby. He looke sort of familiar.* Hey. *She looks at the view over teh city.* That's hot.
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Post by Evey on Aug 5, 2006 18:05:38 GMT -5
*where the h*ll is erik when you need him? ERIIIIIIK!*
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Post by Logan on Aug 6, 2006 1:26:38 GMT -5
*Logan raised a brow at the girl.* "Beg pardon? You're not...a mutant are you?" What would her powers be? Projecting STDs for fifty feet? I can smell the herpes from here.
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Post by paris on Aug 6, 2006 1:39:27 GMT -5
*She took a sip out of her margarita that had magically appeared in her hand as she moseyed over to him, swinging her hips.* Mutant? Do I look like a mutant to you? *She eyed him again, admiring his physique.* Now THAT'S hot.
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Post by Logan on Aug 6, 2006 2:12:33 GMT -5
((What I wouldn't give to drop IC-ness and have Logan whimper and retreat.))
*Logan stood slowly, his muscles rippling under his clothes--a white sleeveless cotton shirt that stretched over his taught torso, and faded blue jeans belted at his narrow hips on his long, powerful legs, and in the colder air outside, he wore a long black leather trenchcoat over it all. He eyes the girl warily, not stepping back, but leaving his claws unsheathed and stayed poised on the balls of his feet.*
"...Mystique?" *he said lowly.* "This isn't going to work..."
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Post by Alandra on Aug 6, 2006 3:42:09 GMT -5
*Alandra stepped out into the roof, the cool wind being a relief to here senses. She stopped as she spotted a man and a woman, not wanting to disturb them, Alandra got ready to leave again, when she noticed the angry look on the mans face, what if the girl needed her help.*
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Post by paris on Aug 6, 2006 20:45:08 GMT -5
*Paris eyes the man.* Mystique? What kind of name is that? I'm Paris, duh. Paris Hilton. *She lights a cigarette.*
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Post by Logan on Aug 6, 2006 23:41:32 GMT -5
"Do I know you?" *Logan raised an eyebrow at the girl.* "You're not a friend of Rogue's, are you?"
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Post by paris on Aug 6, 2006 23:47:59 GMT -5
*Paris rolled her eyes as she took a sip of her martini and then took another drag at her cigarette.* Everyone knows me, and I know everyone. I'm Paris. 'That's Hot' and The Simple Life and everything, duh. And no, I have no idea who 'Rogue' is. And if I don't know him, he doesn't matter. *She blows a smoke ring out into the air.* So what's your name, sexy?
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Post by Logan on Aug 6, 2006 23:52:39 GMT -5
"Rogue is a she. And if you don't know me, I must not matter. I'll leave you alone, then." *Logan stood to his full, towering height, and his trenchcoat swirled about him in the strong breeze that swept across the rooftop.*
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Post by paris on Aug 6, 2006 23:54:53 GMT -5
*Paris rolled her eyes.* Whatev. I'm the only person worth knowing, so you may as well tell me your name and not waste my time. Want a cigarette?
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Post by Logan on Aug 7, 2006 0:05:12 GMT -5
"...Yeah." *Logan took the cigarette from her and lit it with his own lighter and drew heavily on it.*
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Post by paris on Aug 7, 2006 0:06:49 GMT -5
*Paris dropped her own cigarette and stamped it out with her foot. She took a long sip of her giant martini, then sighed. Pulling her hair back out of her face, she tied it in a knot. Then she took another sip.* So. You ever gonna tell me your name, big boy?
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Post by Logan on Aug 7, 2006 0:13:55 GMT -5
"Why do you want to know?" *he asked in a surly tone.*
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