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(1/25/05 4:46 am)
There HAS to be something better than this! (open)
Stuffing the money she had won from the illigal but very profitable cage-fight she had just won into a small black backpack she had, Lorili walked out of the underground part of the otherwise abandoned warehouse. It ws hard to maintian her wounds, each step bringing her pain and causing her abilities to try to send the wounds away. As she got out of sight of the boulding, she let her abilities have their way and sighed in relief as the pain was stripped away along with the bruises, cuts, and stabs.
It had beena rough fight andsince the spectators had been watching close, she had had to keep some of the injuries so they wouldn't catch on to what she had been doing... No, if they knew that she had been transferring the more mortal wounds to her opponents, they would know she was a mutant and she would have been in a mess. She didn't feel like moving out of this state so soon after having just arrived not even a month ago.
There just HAD to be something better than this! She just wished she knew of something different... With her constantly running away from the past that kept seeking her out, she couldn't get a job or rent any place to live at... All she could to really was these cage fights and hope that no one from her past would find her there...
Trade stumbled slightly, the blood-loss having gotten to her and grabbed on the wall of one of the two buildings that made the alley she was passing through. She looked down at her clothes with her good eye, the other eye hidden behind the eye-patch. Even through the black of her clothes, she could see where the blood had saturated it in places. She had waited a bit too long, it seemed, judging by how the bloodloss was effecting her....
She shook her head quickly to shake herself of such thoughts. She couldn't afford to pass out and be found by someone. No, she had to stay awake.... Lorili leaned against the wall now, trying to push away the dizziness and faintness she was feeling, taking a couple of deep breaths. When she was feeling better, she walked out of the alley and headed to a coffe shop to maybe use their bathroom to change into the clothes that were in her backpack with the money.
After changing into her other set of clothes and sending away the remainder of the wounds she had missed earlier, she trashed the bloodied and slashed clothes and stepped out of the bathroom.
Edited by: zirasharia at: 2/7/05 4:08 am
Re: There HAS to be something better than this! (open)
Perhaps the worst thing about the mutant genes inside of her was that they called for so little sleep. Blair had been up over a day already, and she'd be wide awake for at least another, depending on how well she ate between then and now. If she kept the food to a minimum, she'd be dead tired by the next evening. But how could she ignore the rumble of her stomach? Despite her small size she had a bottomless stomach, her body digesting faster than she could ever ingest. It would all be efficiently stored away until she could use the energy one way or another. So here she sat in a convenient coffee shop, killing as much time as she could before hopping in the old jeep parked outside and heading to work.
Blair's day had seemed dull and dreary, a large part of it spent without any real purpose around the city. She stopped at the laundromat, because the washing machines back at the Brotherhood House were so unreliable. Then a few hours were spent at the movies, where the mutant snuck from theater to theater. Perhaps the cheapest way to feed herself after simply raiding the Brotherhood's pantry, Blair would watch for people (preferably clean and decent looking) throwing away their empty popcorn tubs. Swooping in afterwards to pick up the discarded containers, she could get countless rrefills. Once the ushers began to recognize her four and five hours after her movie had ended, she allowed herself to be escorted out. Before arriving at the coffee shop, there was a great deal of sidewalk shopping, searching the windows of New York for stylish outfits and accessories she could never afford. Fishnet, leather pants, the fashionable "punk" look amused her. She'd be perfectly content to stick with her secondhand rags.
The coffee house was surprising empty for the hour. As evening came and the streetlights came on, such trendy nooks were generally packed. Perhaps it was the unusually outrageous prices. The steaming brew and stack of biscotti on the little round table upon which Blair propped her elbows had cost an arm and a leg. The appeal of the shop had been too much for the girl and she'd paid it anyway. Her somber demeanor had effectively deterred the barrista from trying to strike up conversation, so she was left alone with to brood over her general dissatisfaction with life.
The chime of the bell over the door called for her attention across the room, made her notice the girl slip inside. The look was different, most notable from this distance was the unnatural white hair. The girl's eyes too, perhaps. Were they weird too? Blair was ready to dismiss it as a trick of the light, the unique look as the bohemian style so commonly seen across New York, when the dim lights caught a few wet glints, a touch of discoloration here and there on the girl's dark clothing. The tears in her clothes could be dismissed as part of that counter culture look, but the blood...? This deserved a closer look.
Snatching a biscotti as she rose, Blair placed herself in the chair nearest the bathroom to wait. The dry cookie crunched loudly and for a moment she regretted not bringing her cappuccino along to dunk. Once the snack had disappeared, all she could do was wait. Soft jazz played just loud enough to keep her from hearing any noise that may come from the other side of the door, forcing her to remain tense and ready. The young man behind the counter was busying himself with the dishes, his head bent low as he went about his business. Finally the heavy door swung open.
It was a completely deliberate move, Backfire rose so fast from the table that it would be hard to imagine otherwise. Especially if the girl had noticed Blair earlier, sitting on the other side of the room. The two collided, a hard bump just pronounced enough as to force the taller girl to stop.
"Oh, sorry about that." The apology was hollow, Blair's tone patronizing. "Everything all right, hun?" She stood blocking the narrow path that lead away from the bathroom, hands tucked inside her black hoodie. She still wore her "laundry day" clothes, blue and green plaid pajama pants and simple black sneakers without socks. Standing five inches shorter than her quarry, she didn't cut an intimidating figure in the slightest. Still, she looked the white haired girl up and down distastefully.
"I gotta say the new duds look good on you. Those other ones looked a little... worn." A lopsided grin crossed her face. She knew something was up and was broadcasting it. Blair wasn't going to let this go until she was satisfied, one way or another. What was she looking for? Did she want to know this girl's story, or did she just want to pick a fight?
- : Dúlra : - Elemental Mutant From Another Reality
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(2/14/05 4:26 am)
Re: There HAS to be something better than this! (open)
Lorili had no choice but to hault in her steps as she had a collision with someone and as the sudden contact made her step back out of reflex. The muscles of her body all tensed and her visable eye narrowed, the look hardening for a second before she snapped herself out of it and made herself look more dolicile. She was still jumpy from the fighting she had done earlier, her body still reacting to contact as an intentional threat. It took a second for her heart to beat normally again and she gave the other woman an appologetic look."Oh, sorry about that.... Everything all right, hun?" The woman didn't seem to be sincere with the appology and Lorili may have just been parinoid but it seemed like the woman was blocking her path on purpose.
Trade couldn't be a hundred percent sure on her feelings though, knowing that she was prone to being jumpy and to thinking that people were out to harm more than be innocent. She didn't like that part of her. It was saddening, actually. She always seemed to think someone was out to get her all the time and even if that was true a lot of the time it didn't mean she could just be like this... Maybe she was still on edge from the earlier cage-fight and parinoia was getting the best of her... But the way this stranger was just looking at her the way she was... Lorili continued to try to seem dolicile and try to keep calm even if being looked at so directly was making her self-conscious about the eye-patch. She would have been more self conscious about her eye-coloring too had the light not been dim enough for it to pass off a brown possably.
"I gotta say the new duds look good on you. Those other ones looked a little... worn." Now, Lorili's eye narrowed again, her muscles going back to being tense and her hand gripping onto the strap of her back pack a little tighter. The grin told her that the other woman was indeed trying to start something. Why couldn't she run into any nice people, Lorili wondered. Why was it that all the confrontations she had ended up in a mess? There was no exit in the direction of the restroom so there was only one way to leave and the woman was blocking that way. Dizziness and weakness made her almost lose her grip on the strap of her backpack and also almost made her stumble but she caught herself although she couldn't keep her face from draining in color the way it had.
She gave a slow shake of her head as if telling the woman she didn't want to go there. That she didn't want to provoke her like she was trying to do now. Lorili didn't want this either, knowing she wouldn't be able to take much in the state she ws in now. She shook her head again, trying to convince the woman to decide against antgonizing her. It wouldn't be healthy for either of them... Not healthy at all... As a step to avoid a fight, Lorili looked past the woman as if asking her to move so she could get by.
Re: There HAS to be something better than this! (open)
That was all the response she was getting? A look, a shake of the head? Blair was seething. She merited more than that! She was being pushy enough that a nun would've copped an attitude with her. Of course, the blonde might really be just a counterculture freak. They weren't too far from SoHo, ground zero for the nuts of New York. The understeadiness could be drugs... For a moment Blair nearly felt pity for the addled girl before chastising herself. Despite the girl's condition, she had already started down the path. Relenting now would show weakness on Blair's part. She was not about to convey weakness to anyone.
"C'mon, Patch. Why don't you tell me what your deal is?" Blair shifted her weight from one foot to the other, settling into her position between her quiet friend and the door. She sounded like the school bully, her tone nearly civil but filled with underlying menace. "Don't tell me your tongue went same way your eye did." Picking on the girl's disfigurement was low even for Blair, but she was demanding a response. The silent girl was pretty enough anyway, even with the patch. She probably had a line of guys somewhere waiting for a chance at her. Tall, thin, and toned... Oh yeah, She'd be able to handle a little goading.
The eye patch is probably a gimmick anyway, some kind of fashion statement. Blair was making excuses for herself.
The petite mutant cocked her head to the side, short black hair falling loosely the same way. She took Patch in through narrowed eyes. Somehow it seemed to Blair that she wasn't being given her due. Half the time she wasn't even being looked at! This crazy woman was ready to move on before even acknowledging that she was being attacked. Blair knew what "subtle" was, and that was not her approach to anything. She was bold in varying shades of rude. That's all she was. And if the quiet girl didn't speak up, Blair was going to have to turn up the attitude.
Backfire stepped close, drawing herself up as tall as she could manage and still coming up short. She did her best to get in Patch's face and stare the girl down. Her arms came out of the pouch of her hoodie only to fold across her chest. An eyebrow rose and her thin lips tightened together.
"Well?" The question was asked coolly. Either a civil reply or a slap across the face would work, but Blair wasn't going to let things slide. She was going to get the attention she deserved. If she was lucky she'd be able to put Patch down and in her place. She was going to get something out of this, one way or another.
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Posts: 219
(2/18/05 12:54 am)
Re: There HAS to be something better than this! (open)"C'mon, Patch. Why don't you tell me what your deal is?...Don't tell me your tongue went same way your eye did." At that, Lorii's eye locked onto the woman, norrowing into a fierce glare and seeming to light up a little bit. Her free hand moved to hover over her hip where her knife lay in it's sheath under the shirt. Her blind eye was a sensitive issue with her, her already despising it... no, more like loathing it.... As the increasingly aggressive dark haired woman came closer, rising up to try to get at eye-level, Lorili stepped back, not wanting her to be that close to her. She was pushing her.. And Lorii didn't like it one bit.
"Well?" The bullying wonam asked. Lorili, still thinking about the weakness from the blood-loss, decided to give the woman one more chance. Bringing her hand up, she tapped her own throat then shook her head to indicate she didn't speak. Then, changing her mind due to how irritating the person was being to her, Lorili just slipped the other steap of her backpack on so the pack was secure on her back then moved back into a defensive stance, pulling out her knife. This woman still wanted to fight after this.... She would get one.
Lorili's face drained of it's coloring for a moment, the blood-loss still kicking her butt. She could hear the roaring in her ears and blackness came into her sight right before her knees buckled. She caught herself from falling completely by grabbing the wall and took a couple of quick but deep breaths before forcing herself to stand again and getting back to the defensive stance.
Re: There HAS to be something better than this! (open)
OOC: Hope ya'll don't mind, i just added onto my Sample ^_^U lol...I couldn't think of a good starter paragraph hehe
Night, it was a time when most people were afraid to leave their homes. For fear of what demons might lay in wait for them. For others? It was a chance a solitude from their hectic life styles. It was a time where many felt safer, and free. As if their daily issues were melted away as the daytime was as it moved into it's ritual fading into darkness. Darkness, it lingered inside the heart of any person. For Warren Worthington the Third, that darkness had been exploited by none other than the super-mutant known as Apocolypse. The man had toyed with Archangel's emotions, and forced the winged mutant into believing that he was the one who could save his wings. Make him able to fly. Make him feel...whole. Warren had been a fool to believe such lies, but at the time, he'd been young. And very gullible.
Nowadays, he had a firm belief that he would never fall for such trickery. He was wiser than he'd had been. Even in his early forties, Warren was still as handsome as ever. His charming smile never faltered, and his powder blue eyes never seemed to fade. His blonde hair had specks of gray in them, giving him a dignified air about him. He stood behind his desk, in the space between the chair, in the huge window that rested behind it. His eyes roamed over the large buildings of New York City. It seemed as if his life was much calmer now that he'd taken his small leave away from the X-Men. Becoming a public standing figure for Worthington Enterprises. It seemed as if too many things were happening under his nose without his knowledge. And those things were being dealt with quickly and efficently. Warren had an iron fist when it came to running his business. He didn't take crap, and he fired people who gave it too him. He ran a multi-national organization, and he ran it well.
Momentarily distracted, his wings flicked with the urge that was swimming through him. The urge to fly. It came to him instantly, and quickly oftentimes. But it was one urge that he never had a problem with giving in to. Worthington loved to fly. It was like breathing to him, and it filled him with a kind of freedom that nothing else could. Quickly, Warren shed the jacket of his Armani jacket, the tie, and the white button up shirt that covered his muscular body. One fine thing about his mutant power was that he hadn't an ounce of body fat on him. It was all muscle. Pulling open the window, Warren dove out. Gravity took a hold of the mutant, and attempted to pull him down. But as his wings shot out, the angelic feathered wings the protruded from Archangel's shoulder blades, and flapped. Gravity had little affect on him. As did anything else at this point in time. His eyes closed as a smile formed on his perfect face. A face sculpted on one of god's better days. Flying was always a form of release for him.
And what a release this was...
He flew over the Big Apple for a while, before coming to land in a small alleyway. Warren had brought along the white shirt, knowing that he'd at least need his shirt on to walk around the streets of New York. There was a coffee shop down the street that he wanted to go too. Coffee was another love of the X-Man known as Archangel. His wings folded, hiding slenderly underneath the fabric of his shirt. A barely visable bump was shown on his back, but that was hardly noticable, most people were too busy looking at his face. His beautiful face as he'd been told before. His shoes scraped the pavement as he buttoned up his silk shirt, heading towards the coffee shop. With one swift movement, he pulled the door open.
What had immediately caught his eyes was the two girls standing over by the bathrooms. One looked weak, the other looked....well mean. It wasn't any of his business, but he kept his eye on them as he ordered his coffee...
I'm Sick Of This Life, I Just Wanna Scream.
How Could This Happen To Me?
Re: There HAS to be something better than this! (open)
Blair had a habit of putting her foot in her mouth. Years ago, locked away in a mental institution, she was occasionally given the opportunity to mingle with other some of the other unfortunate patrons. Without fail, someone would say something Blair disagreed with. Without fail, her first reaction would be to shout, "Are you crazy?" After a while this exchange became one of the few enjoyable moments in the psych ward. Years later, when she first began work at the radio station, she noticed one of the other interns in an especially sullen mood. In a rare display of care, Blair shot a question meant to put things into perspective for the somber comrade: "Who died?" Turns out the answer was the boy's favorite uncle, after a long bout with cancer. And finally, twenty seconds ago, Blair had asked a mute girl if she were missing her tongue.
Coupled with her quips about the girl's eye patch, it was nearly enough to make Blair apologize. She might even have worked up the nerve to do it, swallow her pride and take back the harsh words, but she quickly changed her mind. As Patch drew a dangerous looking knife, Blair started backward defensively. The girl's stumblings put Blair on edge and made her push all hesitation aside. Stepping down now would be too much like rolling over. She was too vain to let the girl think it was a little knife, the threat of being beaten that made her withdraw. No way. She would never give an opponent like this that satisfaction.
"Alright, Winky, you do speak my language." Another step backward made the petite mutant more comfortable, tight little fists brought up to chest level. She was a spitfire, she had her fair share of fights, but she was smart enough not to try tackling anyone waving a knife around. Not yet, at least. This would require a bit of strategy, some maneuvering before she could get to the fun part of wailing on this girl. Blair's eyes narrowed as she plotted. The knife could be an advantage for the moment. Winky would try to keep her at a distance; she was playing defensive. Blair, however, could do some of her best work at arms length and farther. She had to do her work at arms length for now. She was tough, but getting caught with that knife could put a quick end to things. That was, if Winky was even woman enough to use the picker.
The impish bully's face suddenly took on a red hue, highlighting the sneer creeping across her face. Light emanated from her right fist, poking between fingers glowing the same red. A quick look told her the barista wouldn't be an issue for a few moments at least, as he was distracted with a new customer. They'd be running like hell soon enough. people always do when mutie freaks run amok. She refocused on her opponent.
"You have no idea how much you've bitten off." With an underhanded lob Blair sent a baseball sized orb floating through the air, a gentle arc taking it to the bathroom door where it popped like a balloon and the color faded quickly away. The door rocked back on it's hinges, opening half way before its sturdy springs forced it shut. The nearest chairs and tables creaked, the closest seats even jumping and falling. There was no heat, no tingle, no feeling or effect except kinetic force, a hard rush of air in every direction and the inevitable crack ringing out. Blair took the opportunity to hop back several more feet in case Patch got suddenly bold, coincidentally placing herself at an equal distance to Winky, the blond customer, and the front entrance behind her. She'd let the coffee clerk and the patron go if they ran. She wasn't interested in them. Feet spread far apart, knees bent in an agile crouch, the mutant Backfire's fists took on a menacing red warmth. She was ready for the girl.
((OOC: Sorry for holding up your introductory thread, Jess. I figure Warren wandered in toward the beginning of the girl's encounter, hope you don't mind the assumption. Otherwise I'm confident he wouldn't shrug off a brandished knife. Your post is fine, too. It's just as much about introducing your character to NE as it is introducing your character to the thread, so I'm digging it. Apologies for the shortness of my posts too. It's bugging me.
Matt: Yeah, shame on you, Frank, for doing such an incredibly short post *coughs* wanna see my short ones? XD)
Edited by: 0x Tempest x0 at: 3/4/05 2:57 pm
Ya gotta be really Damn powerful to be Stupid enough to mess with My family.. that or Just plain stupid
--Red Strike Force--
Posts: 22
(8/24/05 3:54 pm)
Re: There HAS to be something better than this! (open)
Another night of searching and still nothing! Logan’s temper was getting frayed and that was never a good thing At least not for the people he came up against. And he had come up against a quite a few in the course of the evening. Scum of the worst kind. The rotten underbelly of the city, each one working their own particular angle and to hell with whoever got hurt in the process. Well they had been the ones getting hurt tonight. It was a miracle none of them were dead but then Logan had made a promise to himself. No trail of bodies. Not this time. He wanted to be able to face Connor when he found him, not have to skulk away to stop his son from seeing the slaughter he had committed in his guilty eyes.
But first he had to find him. And that wasn’t proving easy. None of the goons he had ‘questioned’ had been able to give him any leads and Wolverine knew they would have if they had had any to give. You didn’t hold back when you were that scared. Adamantine claws tended to have that effect on people. But then the ability to take six bullets in the gut and still keep on coming helped as well. Though it hurt like hell he had to admit. And left some interesting holes in his tee shirt.
The smell of blood was all around. His own. His victims There was even a trail of it leading down the street he was walking on; Nothing to do with him this time though he knew where it came from He’d swung by the warehouse just in case. It hadn’t been difficult to track down the latest venue for the illegal fist fights. You just had to know who to ask.
He hadn’t really expected to find Connor there but it had been worth a shot. After all regeneration came in really handy in the ring, he was well placed to know that. Maybe, just maybe, someone else would have realised that and taken Connor as …..what?……..a prize pit bull? Roll up! roll up! See the amazing Clawed Wonder tear his way through his enemies?? Well stranger things had happened. They’d been ready to sell him and Madi at auction just the previous week. Who knew what these sickos would dream up next for his kids.
That was what made it so hard. Not knowing what was happening to Connor.. Logan had seen a lot of bad things in his extremely long life and he wasn’t naïve enough to believe that his son was safe from any of them.*Don’t think like that* he told himself irritably. *Or you will end up killing someone. Sit down get a cup of coffee and then … Start searching again *
It seemed the fighter had had the same idea. The blood trail he had registered headed into a small café or was this was one of those places that preferred a more pretentious name. Bistro maybe? Logan didn’t care. So long as the coffee was hot they could call themselves whatever the hell they liked. *She’s tough* he thought as he made to open the door.* Losing this much blood and then wandering in for tea and donuts. That’s impressive*
He hadn’t seen the fighter but the scent told him all he needed to know. Female. Young. He could have named the hair shampoo she used and the brand of soap she had washed with that morning. If he had been interested enough that was. But he wasn’t Not now that another more familiar scent had caught his attention Warren?? What would he be doing down here?? Still it was unmistakably him. *Lucky break after all* Logan thought *Maybe he can use some of that fortune and power of his to put out a few feelers for me. Who knows he might be able to find out something about Connor *
His hand was on the handle when…. *What the hell??* The door shook, a sound like a small explosion reaching his sensitive ears With a growl he wrenched the door open, throwing himself into a roll that took him through it and past the small battle ready girl that stood smiling in the centre of the room. Not the fighter She was further away looking pale and spent as well she might.
No this girl was a mutant. That much was obvious. Some kind of energy was building up round her fists as he came to his feet Well two could play at that game There was the sound of metal on bone then his claws were out, glistening in the light as he too smiled. “Do you really want to do this kid?” he said gruffly. “Because I’m hell of a lot more ready for a fight than she is. Names Wolverine. Maybe you’ve heard of me??”
It seemed that she had. For a moment he thought that she would take him on all the same. She’s got guts he thought to himself. Now lets see if she’s got sense as well. Apparently so. With a last vindictive flick of her wrist she hurled the energy ball not so much at him as at the other girl standing by the bathroom door, then she was gone, with Warren close on her heels. Fortunately Logan had anticipated the move.
He was fast. Faster than the missile. It caught him in the chest as he threw himself in front of the girl the impact carrying him backwards into her bringing both of them to the floor. *@#%$ that hurt!* There was the smell of burning cloth and flesh as he lay dazed and breathless letting the pain wash over him as his regenerative powers kicked in.. *And the tee shirt is definitely a goner this time!*
There's just somethin' wild inside me pullin' me to do things I don't understand.
I can't figure it. It's like tryin' to explain desire.
Re: There HAS to be something better than this! (open)
The girl obviously didn’t know when to quit, having just continued with the insults and trying to push her to a fight. <Oh you don’t really want to do that… Really, you don’t. People haven’t really felt pain until they feel the damage they inflict on another person… Especially a person lacking much worth like myself.> She thought. Lorili had noticed that in the rings. That in a seemingly subconscious move, people tended to not strike the opponents that had a name for themselves as hard as those who were unknown. She didn’t even glance in the way that the girl had directed an example of her powers towards, concentrating on only trying to keep an eye on her while also thinking of a way to just get this over before her body gave out on her.
Lorili saw the red sphere the other girl had generated in her hand and her eye only widened for a second before she managed to grip back onto the unphased expression she was trying to keep. She didn’t know what that ball was made of exactly but she assumed that it was a destructive thing and prepared her body for the pain that most likely was coming next if the bullish girl were to hurl that weapon of hers at her. An unwanted faltering of her step came before she regained her braced stance and her visible eye locked onto the brattish person in front of her. She was about to attempt cutting herself and sending the wound to the girl’s arm in hopes of making her drop the ball at her own feet but then, she was distracted by an odd sound that reminded her of when a knife dragged against bone.
Her gaze flickered over to the man who was approaching before going back to the girl. Was this man about to back the girl up? He did look like he could be the intimidating kind… On top of that, his body-language was telling her he was in an irritable mood. “Do you really want to do this kid?” The man asked. She couldn’t tell who he was talking to due to the fact that she was watching the immediate threat first before she thought of worrying about the possible backup. “Because I’m hell of a lot more ready for a fight than she is. Names Wolverine. Maybe you’ve heard of me??” He finished. Now he had her almost full attention, her glance passing back to him and locking there, the girl being pushed to the peripheral vision of her good eye.
Wolverine? The Wolverine!? With the places she had been in, there were a few names that just almost everyone knew. And the one Wolverine was a name that had quite a few tales tied behind it. Not that she listened to any of the stories due to the fact that about ninety eight percent of those were blown way out of proportion. But his name was one that stuck with her due to the respect and fear the ones who spoke it seemed to hold for him. She had expected someone taller but who was she to say anything about height, her being as tiny as she was. Well, now knowing who the man was, he became the possible priority fight. But at looking at him now, she could tell he wasn’t aiming his words at her, he was aiming them at the girl.
For a moment, Lorili thought the bullish girl was going to attack him by the way she reacted but then, the girl threw the glowing orb of damagey badness towards Lorili. Lorili knew she wouldn’t be able to just dodge it in time especially with the way that everything kept tilting and blurring so she did the only thing she could, she prepared herself for any range of pain, going by the different kinds she had felt in her life. But the footsteps running to interject caused her to open her eye and to see the man take the hit for her. He crumpled to the floor from the blast and Lorili could do nothing but look at him for a moment but after she snapped out of it, all of it registering in her head. This Wolverine person had just taken an injury that he could have just let fall on her instead. The force of it knocked them both back and onto the floor, the impact causing her to lose hold of her knife.
It wasn't like people to just take something for her like that. No one ever did that sort of thing for someone they didn't even know. Now, it looked like the semi-legend had picked up a bad smoking habit that could lead up to major scarring with a burn like that. She stood up from where she had been in a partial lay partial sit only to fall back to the floor some, propping herself up with her arms and shaking her head, she moved towards the fallen man.
<What the hell did you do that for? No one's ever put themselves in danger for me and you certainly didn't have to!> She thought, feeling a mixture of confusion, anger, and a bit of gratitude. <I thought you were supposed to be the vicious type..> She thought as she reached out her hand to place it on the large burn that covered his chest.
The skin was hot, almost enough to make her draw her hand away but she didn't. <Come on... don't fail me now. I know we've had times of disagreement but work for me ok?> She thought to her abilities as she tried tapping in them. Redness started spreading across her skin in patches followed by searing pain then burns. She knew that most likely, anyone who was looking at her at the time would be able to see it but didn't really care. <I'm not going to just let someone do this kind of thing for me!> She thought, pride becoming a bit stung. Her skin started clearing up as her weakened state caused her powers to falter. She didn't know if it would let her take the wound from the man to send it to the wall or not...
Ya gotta be really Damn powerful to be Stupid enough to mess with My family.. that or Just plain stupid
--Red Strike Force--
Posts: 24
(8/25/05 2:25 pm)
Re: Re: There HAS to be something better than this! (open) Great.I bet they wont even serve us now* Logan thought cynically as he closed his eyes. *Not now that the waiters seen my lovable and friendly nature.* Strange to realise all at once how tired he was. But then two days spent without rest could do that to you. Especially if you had taken as much punishment as he had in the past 48 hours This was just the last straw and his body was telling him that, his powers moodily making him wait to heal, like a child having a temper tantrum. *Yeah Ok I’ve been overdoing it. So what Its not the first time and it sure as hell wont be the last so lets just get on with it will ya?*
He could feel the girl moving out from under him. Good She didn’t seem to have been hurt. Well no more than she already had been. He wondered what shed do now. Run or stay? He wouldn’t blame her if she did head out. Things like this weren’t something you wanted to get mixed up in. Probably wiser to get out before the café owner called in the police or pulled out a shotgun and had a go at the mutant menace himself. No That seemed unlikely. He’d seen the claws.*He wont take me on till he’s sure I’m not getting back up from this* Logan thought groggily.* And we all know that I am getting back up, don’t we? I’m just taking my own sweet time about doing it.*
He groaned then, feeling hands on the wound. *So she’s a stayer* he told himself as he forced his eyes open and took a good look at the young woman bending over him. White hair like Storm’s, draped in an elaborate ponytail ,framed a pretty face though what caught the attention at first was the eye patch. Unexpected to say the least. It transformed her into someone striking, someone you wouldn’t easily forget.
*Did she get that in a fight* he found himself wondering * or does she fight because of it? * Cage fighting was a dirty business. He’d done it himself in the past, taking the beatings and the money with equal indifference. It was no place for a woman, @#%$ it was no place for a man either Not unless there was nothing else. Unless you were desperate.
She looked desperate now. No. She looked in pain Had some of the energy burst missed him and caught her? He didn’t think so but still….. *Woah What the hell….* The pain in his chest was fluctuating easing and worsening in waves as the hand touching him hand and smoothed alternately. *She’s healing me* he realised* Or at least she’s trying to And from the looks of things its not an easy process.*
His own hand shot up to grab hers, aiming to pull it away from his chest, the lethal claws retracting as swiftly as they had appeared. *Thanks kid but no thanks* he said struggling to sit up.” I heal real fast all by myself.” It was true. He could feel the regeneration finally starting to kick in *Slow but none the less welcome* he thought as the pain started to fade. “Though I admit I sure could use a coffee round about now.” he added with a grin. "You look like you could too. What do you think? Reckon our moneys still good here or have we outstayed our welcome? ”
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Re: There HAS to be something better than this! (open)
She usually had her eyes closed when she was taking wounds upon herself on the rare cases that she intentionally took on wounds but due to the fact she was already struggling to stay conscious, she had them open, the vision a bit unfocused in the good eye and just nothing in the one under the patch. Her having not closed her eyes this time, she had caught the action of the man looking at her, his glance catching on her patch. She turned her head a little so the bang on that side covered the patch more, her feeling uncomfortable with someone even looking at her face never mind someone just openly staring at the covering for her blind eye.
When people looked at her eye patch, Lorili could just imagine what was going through their mind. She felt that the damned thing just made her look even uglier and more freakish. Her jaw twitched slightly as more irritation came. It was already bad enough that due to that ‘Because I’m hell of a lot more ready for a fight than she is’ comment he had thrown earlier at the bullish brat that had been trying to goad her into a fight. Lorili was always ready for a fight in her opinion. She would have been able to handle it on her own. She wasn’t a helpless little child!... Not anymore anyway… She could take care of herself and she definitely didn’t need someone just jumping in and getting themselves hurt while trying to…
Trying to what? Was he really intending on helping her? What did he expect in return? The last person to have saved her had dragged her into the world of illegal fights. So what would this person drag her into? Would he try to make her a kind of slave too? Would she need to go through it all over again? She hadn’t even been able to escape from the bloodbath of a world she had been plunged into, still doing the fights, still unable to crawl out of the cage. Every time she went to one of those fights, she told herself she’d stop, that she had enough money and didn’t need anymore and had no reason to go back. But every time, she went back to it again, it being a life she had gotten so entwined into that she just couldn’t stop being pulled back in.
When his hand came up quickly to pull hers away from his chest, the sudden contact caught off guard. Her reflexes caused her to jump her hand darting back from his own, grabbing usually having been with violent intention in her past… Hell, it being like that her whole life. It was strange how just one action could send so many memories flooding through her mind. She closed her eye as she shoved those memories aside then she brought her attention right back to the here and now. “Thanks kid but no thanks.” She had been looking at his hand but the comment caused her to look at his face, a bit more irritation flashing in her eye.
Not only had he insulted her by suggesting she couldn’t take care of herself, not only had he taken a hit for her when he didn’t have to but now he was refusing her gesture of help? What, did he get that repelled by the patch? It was good that she wore it because how would he have reacted to the blood-eye? The sight of an eye with just dark red, no pupil iris or corona. ” I heal real fast all by myself.” The man said. Upon seeing the burns starting to fade on their own and not feeling her powers just taking over on their own, her irritated expression faded to that of understanding as she put things together in her head. That would explain the bits and pieces of stories she had caught about him. He healed fast… Or did he have the same thing she had?
Lorili hadn’t run into any mutants she could think of before up until that rude brat that had messed with her right then and up till this guy stepped in to make it his business too. She didn’t really know how to react to that, having only heard about others that were different and always in a negative way. From what she had been hearing, she almost expected all mutants to be vicious ones that liked to cause even more harm that humans did. She glanced around to see if the burns would show up on their surroundings but didn’t spot any.
“Though I admit I sure could use a coffee round about now.” His finishing of his statement caused her to look back at him and to see his grin. "You look like you could too. What do you think? Reckon our moneys still good here or have we outstayed our welcome?” She blinked caught a bit off guard. Lorili hadn’t expected him to invite her to a coffee. She didn’t expect anyone to invite her to anything but a fight or a setup. Lorili didn’t know how to answer so she just sat there for a moment. Then, looking over at the panicked looking waiter, she stood up and reached for her bag. Fumbling a little with the contents, she managed to pull out one of the rolls of bills and opened it up, waving it at the waiter to indicate she was bribing him.
Money made the world go round, that was something she learned a long time ago. Money was always good anywhere if you had enough of it. Everyone had a price and evidently, that wad of wrinkled green paper was the price for the waiter to just pretend nothing out of the ordinary had happened there that day. She gave a nod then tossed it towards him before grabbing lightly onto the wall as another wave of dizziness came. After it passed, she looked over at Wolverine and gave him a look as if asking if he’d be able to stand up on his own. She herself wasn’t in that good of a condition to stand up having lose to much blood but she refused to stay down. Not anymore. She had more control over her body now than back when she was a kid. She knew how to force it to obey as she commanded it to cooperate.
Standing was a task she almost couldn’t achieve but almost didn’t count right then. Lorili managed to get the standing thing to work out but not before she quickly picked up the knife she had dropped. The knife was like a part of her body. It was also her friend.. her only friend. It had saved her life so many times, protected her. She held it close to herself for a moment before tucking it away at it’s place at her belt. It was an almost unhealthy attachment to the knife she had had when she had looked at it right then but Lorili didn’t really care about that. Snapping out of it, she looked at the man with the ruined shirt again and nodded, making the gesture for drinking. She would need to drink a lot to keep from having the effect of blood loss be a fatal one.
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(8/26/05 6:02 pm)
Re: There HAS to be something better than this! (open)
It seemed he had taken her by surprise *Or maybe she’s just bowled over by my roguish charm* Logan thought wryly. *Naw Don’t reckon that’s it somehow.* In any case the girl looked confused by his offer, but she recovered well reaching into her bag and pulling out a wad of notes that caught the waiters greedy eyes and miraculously wiped the hostility out of them in three seconds flat. Well that was one way of dealing with the situation though it sure as hell made for one expensive cup of coffee.
Logan watched her as she swayed to her feet almost losing balance a couple of times in the process. *She’s weak but she’s proud* he thought to himself having to stop himself from reaching out an arm to steady her as she wavered . Something told him she wouldn’t have appreciated that This was a girl who was used to taking care of herself and in one of the toughest communities out there. Cage fighting was a kill or be killed business There wasn’t room for much compassion and tenderness was rarer than gold dust.
He had no doubt that the knife she so carefully retrieved had seen good service in the past. She looked at it as if it was her only friend .Maybe it was. There had been times in the past when he’d considered his claws to be his best buddies. Times before the X men. Before Michele and the kids. A whole other life. But one that wasn’t so far beneath the surface even now.
He could remember the cheering faces of the crowds, nasty, cruel, urging him on to hurt and hurt again. They didn’t care who suffered as long as someone did. That was how they got their kicks. Blood, sweat and tears .Yeah they certainly got all that for their money.*Our blood Our tears. Was it worth it girl? All that pain for those bank notes? Or are you like I was then Don’t you care what happens to you? *
She certainly didn’t seem to care too much about the money She had handed it over almost without a second glance. *If she doesn’t do it for the cash then why?* he wondered finding himself intrigued almost against his better judgement. She was looking at him now as if she doubted he could get up. *@#%$ do I look that bad then ? Well it has been a long couple of nights.* Her hand moved now making the universal gesture for drinking, not exactly friendly but one step up from the outright suspicion wit which she had looked at him a minute ago.
She couldn’t talk then. Ok. He had known others that had the same problem. It didn’t matter. He had never been much f a conversationalist himself. It seemed she could hear though which made things easier. Carefully he pulled himself to his feet, ignoring the pain coming from rapidly closing wound. It would soon be gone and besides he had known worse.
"Ok, mister" he growled to the waiter *You heard the lady. Coffee Lots of it And I think she’s given you enough to get us some grub to Something sweet would do just fine.” The liquid would do her good, the sugar too. Whatever her powers were they didn’t seem to be pumping the lost blood back into her system the way his was. *She could do with a doctor* he thought as he reached into the tumbled mass of tables and chairs and set one upright placing two chairs beside it with a flourish “There you go” he said offering one to her. “ Best seats in the house. Well the only seats in the house at the moment.”
He slumped into the other one grateful for it as his system patched itself up. *Or if not a doctor at least a safe place to stay for the night. And I know where she could get both* Logan thought running a hand through his unruly hair, tiredly. *Trouble is she’d probably run rather than take me up on the offer What am I going to say anyway Hello little girl want to come back to my place Yeah That’s soooo going to work.*
The coffee had come now strong and hot He wrapped his hands round it gratefully and savoured the aroma. Now here was one time when a heightened sense of smell was a definite advantage. “Thanks” he said “For the coffee. I hadn’t meant to let you pay but you were too quick for me” He closed his eyes and let the warm liquid flow down his throat reviving his spirits as it went. “Mmmh This is not bad at all.” He murmured appreciatively. "Drink plenty. It will help with the blood loss. ”
"Oh yeah I know the signs. Caught your scent back at the warehouse as well. I had swung by looking for… a friend of mine.” He didn’t want to say ‘my son’ That was a wound that no amount of regeneration was going to heal. “ Missed the fights though.” he went on. “ Good thing too. Never liked them much. Brings back too many memories”
His eyes were open now watching her casually as he spoke, knowing the subject was a delicate one. There was no judgement in his voice though just experience He had been down this road and he knew just how hard it was to travel.” Did a bit of it myself in my younger days” he told her easily.” Up in Alaska. End of the frigging world that place. That’s what it felt like anyway“
He picked up a cake as he spoke breaking it into pieces with his strong hands; Fighter’s hands even without the claws, calloused and hard from the many battles he had fought over the years. “Its hard to judge how much damage to take isn’t it?” he said with a smile though his eyes were serious and concerned. “Too much and you leave yourself weak Not enough and they get suspicious. Looks like you maybe took one too many punches tonight??” So I’m asking one fighter to another. Though I know it’s none of my business and you’ll probably kick my ass for doing it. Do you have a safe place for the night or could you use a hand?
*Oh @#%$ how corny was that*.“"Geeze that sounds as if Im trying to pick you up” he said disgustedly “Look.” He reached into his jeans pocket and pulled out a card, crumpled and slightly singed but still clearly legible. @#%$ The action cased panic where none had been intended. With a warriors instinct the girl threw herself backwards drawing a knife as she fell. He kept his claws sheathed, leaving the card on the table as he went on. “See. It’s a school. All legal and above board. Xavier’s Institute for the gifted. He wasn’t sure she was convinced but it was all that he had to offer.
Gifted. Just another word for mutants. Better than most of the words people used to describe them. “I teach there”,he went on hurriedly “though it’s hard to believe I know.” There were days when he still didn’t believe it himself. The school had saved him, had turned him from a lost and bitter man into something more. A teacher. A leader. Even if the old wildness was still there just waiting to break out . *Maybe it could turn this kid around as well *he thought.*Its got to be better than the life she’s leading at the moment doesn’t it?*
“And we’ve got a pretty good doctor. A bit of a fighter himself if you must know”. he added with a smile. “He could have you fixed up in no time. If you want him to that is?
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Re: There HAS to be something better than this! (open)
As he stood up, Lorili told herself that she should concentrate more on not showing how weak she really was feeling at that moment. After-all, if he was able to stand so easily and heal so quickly then if he saw how drained she was from the lack of blood, he might decide to attack her after-all. It didn’t make sense for a person to save someone only to bring harm to them but this world didn’t make sense and things like that happened all of the time. [/i]<Go away…> She thought to the dizziness that threatened to consume her and to pull her into the unwanted darkness of a dead faint. It had been a long time since she had fainted and she wasn’t about to let it happen right there and then. <Go away.> She thought again, taking a quiet but deep breath in hopes that extra oxygen might help.
”Ok, mister… You heard the lady. Coffee. Lots of it and I think she’s given you enough to get us some grub too. Something sweet would do just fine.” She listened to Wolverine say. That last part just sounded odd to her, coming from a man that had stories behind him that were used to intimidate people. She didn’t pin him to be the sweets eating type. It took her only a moment of thought to realize that he might have been ordering the sweet food due to her present condition then she felt confused as to why he would be concerned, that being followed by suspicion. Maybe he was trying to trick her. Trick her like her old teacher had and make her a tool again.
She watched the man as he picked up a couple of chairs and set them to a stand near one of the small tables. “There you go.” He said, offering one to her. “Best seats in the house. Well, the only seats in the house at the moment.” He finished, taking the other seat for himself. Wolverine seemed to be thinking as he ran his fingers through his hair and Lorili, even though she wasn’t looking directly at him, kept close watch expecting an attack to come her way. Her attention span was lacking though, her mind wandering in dozens of different directions. She couldn’t keep her focus on just paying attention to what the man sitting near her could be up to like she had wanted to, her brain taking her to the waiters who were watching them and edging their way to the alarm trigger, to the way her heart was fluttering like a dieing bird in her chest and protesting against her having put her body through the trauma of the day, the way her stomach was churning a little due to not really wanting anything in it, and her just trying almost too hard to keep herself together in general.
”Thanks… For the coffee. I hadn’t meant to let you pay but you were too quick for me…. Mmmh this is not bad at all. Drink plenty, it will help with the blood loss.” His words grabbed up her attention like a magnet, her eye glancing up at him in an obvious stare with uneasiness held in the red-orange depths. ”Oh yea I know the signs. Caught your scent back at the warehouse as well. I had swung by looking for…. A friend of mine.” He told her. Lorili’s eye narrowed slightly at his pausing. For some reason, she doubted it was really a friend he had been looking for. She didn’t trust much of anything anyone said anyway but his pausing in his words had just put up a little red flag. ” Missed the fights though… Good thing too. Never likes them much. Brings back too many memories.” He continued, opening his eyes and watching her now. Lorili set down the cup she had been holding ion her hands, only a sip or two missing from it.
As the man reached out to pick up a cake, Lorili’s nerves caused her to tense, one of her hands darting to her side where it could easily access her knife but as she saw what he was doing, she drew her hand away from the handle. “It’s hard to judge how much damage to take, isn’t it?” Wolverine asked. His question was accompanied with a small smile but she could see he was serious at the same time. The question also unsettled her. She knew that he knew she was struggling to just be conscious never mind trying to pass her blood-loss off as just a minor thing. And if he knew she was weak, that left her open… too open. ”Too much and you leave yourself weak. Not enough and they get suspicious. Looks like you maybe took one too many punches tonight??” He continued.
What he said could have been true on another night about her taking too many punches to make it seem convincing but tonight, he was wrong on that part. Lorili glanced down in to her cup as the memory of that night’s fight flashed through her mind. That last opponent had been brutal and she had almost thought of him as unstoppable up until that last slice dropped him like a bag of cement. He had much more stamina then she was used to in her opponents, him having been a straight winner for three months in a row from where he came from and with good reason. The bear of a man had been brutal in his attacks, causing her to fold almost every time he managed to get a stab or hit through to her. For the beginning of the fight, she had been juggled around like a hackie sack until she had managed to figure out his pattern and started to be able to fight back. By then though, she had lost a good amount of blood. By the end of the fight, she had lost plenty more just to win. More than the amount of blood lost as she experienced when her accidental encounters with hospitals were the rougher ones.
”So I’m asking you one fighter to another. Though I know it’s none of my business and you’ll probably kick my ass for doing it.. Do you have a safe place for the night or could you use a hand?” That caused her to look back at him with jumpy quickness. First of all, if he were talking one fighter to another, he wouldn’t be having much dialogue, mainly just attacking and defending… Second, she may have hated to admit it but she was in no condition to hold a fight for long, never mind kick the ass of a much more seasoned fighter than herself… Third, she had heard that line of ‘do you need a place to stay’ before and just hearing it again made her reach for her knife again. And finally, to her, there was no such thing as a safe place for her. There was always the chance that one of the people from her past would catch up to her and either drag her to an unwanted place or kill her while she slept… or worse. She didn’t want to think about it but there was no escaping it for the thoughts came to her every night, making her so paranoid and making her even more disgusted in herself than she already was anyway.
“Geeze that sounded as if I’m trying to pick you up.” He stated, his disgust sounding in his tone. Well, that at least took the option of him trying to use a line on her off the list but at the same time, it pissed her off that he’d react that repelled about it. It was as if he were throwing her ugliness right into her face. She wondered if he had done that intentionally to make fun of her. ”Look.” As he reached under the table and into his pocket, Lorili bolted up from the seat, drawing her knife in assuming he was about to do something harmful towards her. To her embarrassment, that action just caused her knees to buckle as the blood drained from her face and for her to fall backwards into a sit on the messy floor, her cup crashing to the floor not too long after and spilling coffee all over the place.
She brought her hands up, one holding the knife out in front of her while the other hand held the side of her head as she pleaded her eye to let her see again instead of the dark fuzziness it was showing. Being completely blind was one of her fears so of course panic started to flood into her, causing her already struggling heart to stress even more.”See, it’s a school. All legal and above board. Xavier’s Institute for the gifted. I teach there… though it’s hard to believe, I know… And we’ve got a pretty good doctor. A bit of a fighter himself if you must know. He could have you fixed up in no time. If you want him that is?” It took up until that time for her brain to register what he had said right before she had reacted in that way about his reaching down. Her reflexes were working way too slow, her system going further into a state of shock.
Lorili lowered the knife-wielding hand, using it to brace herself although she never let go of her weapon. She needed to lay down and did so, not able to think clearly enough to have the sense she usually had not to just lay in such a public place. She didn’t even care that some of the coffee was soaking into her sleeve and the side of her shirt. The room was spinning and she couldn’t get up even if she wanted to at the moment. On top of the spinning, her body felt like it weighed a ton, her no longer able to support it as she should. Lorili hated this, she felt so vulnerable right then. Her eye closed on it’s own just as she was close to being able to see again and she couldn’t even open it again, the eye lid seeming to have gained the same weight as the rest of her body had. She could only make two choices… Either let herself agree to his possible help or to just pass out without replying at all… Summoning up the strength to, she made herself nod. It was a small one that could easily be missed but it was all she could do.
She wasn’t at all thrilled by the thought of a doctor due to the fact that doctors usually resided in hospitals and that hospitals meant damage to her if her abilities just went rampant and did what it usually did… If it pulled sickness and injury onto her. In the state she was in now, she wasn’t sure of what would happen if she were to be brought to such a pl
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She wasn’t getting up and that was bad. This kid wouldn’t lie down unless a train hit her Which maybe it had figuratively speaking. Cage fights could be hard and bloody and it looked as if her last one had been both. But he had caught the quick nod and was only to glad to take it as sign of approval for what he was about to do next.
He’d kept the com badge in his pocket A breach of rules that Scott would disapprove of but then sometimes he had the impression that Scott disapproved of everything he did. Hell he had taken the thing with him hadn’t he? That in itself was progress. He’d just not wanted to drag the rest of the X men into the murky depths he was dredging that night a s he searched for Conner
*Not that Scott’s been exactly helping* he thought bitterly. There had always been tension between the two men but still….. He had trusted Scott and Jean with his kids lives in the past deep down believing that they were better parents than he could ever have been Once Michelle had died that was. After he had wrecked things with her.
So why hadn’t Cyclops been there driving him crazy with his plans and his calm logic?? Even Jean had been preoccupied. Oh she’d there of course using her powers and Cerebro to try to find some trace of his missing son but with no success. But it was easy for him to tell that she had other things on her mind *The school Yeah maybe* He wasn’t convinced.Every instinct told him there was something else. *If Scott’s cheating on her I’ll break every bone in his body* Logan thought savagely. *Geese Could he be interesting enough to cheat on her?*
Somehow the thought of Scott or Jean with someone else was unthinkable Even for him who had dreamed of such a thing for so long before meeting Michelle. They were the perfect couple. Even for those who were old enough and wise enough to know that perfection didn’t exist. *But then so we’re we* he thought sadly *and look how that ended.*
But it wasn’t the time for reminiscing. This girl needed help here and now and he was glad that he was able to offer it. It only took a second to take the communication device out of his back pocket. Even though he suspected she was in no shape to fight even if it had been a weapon he had held he took the time to show it to her saying “Easy now This justs lets me talk to my friends I want to let them know we’re coming so we can get things ready. “ He hoped she would understand He didn’t want her panicking and pushing her already stressed body over the limits.
“Hank” Nothing. Logan pushed the button again. "Come in Hank This is Logan” Still there was silence. “Hey Beast what’s going on. What the hell are you doing?”“ Removing someone’s spleen, actually. ”
The answer was concise, tension obvious in the voice. *OK* Logan thought *That is one very good reason for not picking up*"Euh Great! Keep up the good work. he said knowing how lame it sounded but then again what else could he say?.
"Hate to bother you but I’m bringing someone in She’s lost a lot of blood. Can you have someone standing by. Blood I’ve got enough of myself but I'll need someone for the transfer."
It was one of the advantages of his condition His blood might not have communicated any of his healing powers to the recipient but at least it could be given to anyone. *Group Logan. A stubborn little bastard that adapts to any situation. What else would you expect?*
"Very well I’ll sort things out this end" McCoy replied as Logan had known he would. “You bring her in Logan. But be warned It’s a bad night.”
“Hell Doc” he said with a grin unaware of the problems Lorilli’s mutant powers involved. “A bad night with you is better than a good night where we are at the moment Right kid?”
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Wolverine reached into his pocket again but this time, Lorili couldn’t even react if she had wanted to. At this point though, she found herself actually letting herself believe that the man wasn’t going to look to harm her at the moment. “Easy now This just lets me talk to my friends I want to let them know we’re coming so we can get things ready.” He explained to her. Him doing that surprised her due to the fact that he didn’t have to be concerned about her reacting the wrong way this time.
“Hank…. Come in Hank This is Logan” She couldn’t tell what he was talking to exactly, her vision not being it’s best at the moment. “Hey Beast what’s going on. What the hell are you doing?” So.. Wolverine’s name was Logan… She would remember that if she could. And the person he was trying to reach was either called Hank or Beast. “ Removing someone’s spleen, actually. ” Came a reply.
A sinking feeling came to her stomach not helping how she felt in the slightest. She was about to be taken to a place where someone was taking out another person’s spleen? Lorili closed her eyes. She would have to tell Wolverine about the danger. She would have to say something out loud to him because there was certainly no way she could relay the message any way else. "Euh Great! Keep up the good work… Hate to bother you but I’m bringing someone in She’s lost a lot of blood. Can you have someone standing by. Blood I’ve got enough of myself but I'll need someone for the transfer." She heard Logan tell the man on the other side of the line. "Very well I’ll sort things out this end.. You bring her in Logan. But be warned It’s a bad night.” The Hank person stated.
“Hell Doc.. A bad night with you is better than a good night where we are at the moment Right kid?” The conversation continued. Lorili opened her eye and weakly shook her head. She had tried to build herself up to using her voice but tiredness was effecting her mind. Another movement came from her, barely a shake of the head as she looked at Logan. She wasn’t telling him that she was changing her mind, she was trying to tell him that it would be a much worse night if she were near that person that the Hank man was operating on.
”….not…too….close.” There, it had worked but was an almost inaudible whisper. Her voice had been usable but having not been active in her consciousness for at least four years. The only time it had sounded in those three years was at night while she was asleep and having nightmares and that would leave her throat raw when she woke… and her nightmares only came when she wore herself too thin during the day. Speaking just then had been painful but the alternative would have been a possible fatal one. ” … I… can’t get… too close… the wounds… the sicknesses… they’re pulled to me if I… can’t fight them.”
She was struggling even when she was only using her voice slightly to whisper with. <Maybe I’m supposed to die this time…> Lorili thought. <Maybe I’ve cheated death enough times and it’s coming back to bite me in the @ss.> Had she been able to, she would have reached up and rubbed her throat which was protesting painfully to her having used the vocal chords. <If he even heard what I said, he’ll probably think that it’s too much trouble and change his mind, leaving me here. That’s what anyone else would do.> She thought as her eye started closing again. <I’m not scared..> Lorili told herself mentally before the blackness just swallowed her up and that roaring in her ears finally shut up.
Re: There HAS to be something better than this! (open)
He could see that his words hadn’t had the effect he had wanted. Instead of looking relieved the girls one visible eye reflected panic and she weakly shook her head. What could be wrong now Logan wondered. She had seemed ready enough to go to the med lab What the hell had happened to change her mind. It was clear she was trying to tell him something *If only she could talk *Wolverine thought frustratedly. *Then maybe Id know what to do to help her.*
The words that broke from her may have been faint but they clearly reached his sensitive ears making him quickly revise his opinion of the stranger. So she could talk He assumed that she couldn’t because of her mimed actions But then again it wouldn’t be the first time he had told himself not to make assumptions. ….not…too….close.” she said with what was clearly the last of her strength. ” … I… can’t get… too close… the wounds… the sicknesses… they’re pulled to me if I… can’t fight them.”
@#%$ Was nothing ever easy. Not if you were a mutant that was for sure. Why was it every damned power had a drawback And in this case a pretty massive one at that. "Forget it Hank" he said as he watched the girl sink into unconsciousness. "She can't come to med lab She's just told me she draws peoples injuries into herself and that doesn’t sound like the best idea from what you’ve just said."*Think Logan what can we do* he asked hiself. *There has to be something.*
What did they really need. A bed somewhere far enough from med lab to be safe and close enough to get help if things went wrong.*Well I can do that*,Logan thought *though it looks like I was wrong about not taking her back to my place. Bloods not a problem either and hell I can fit up a transfusion if I have to And it looks as if I’ll have too.*
“ Ok" he went on, knowing Hank was still listening waiting for further instructions. "Just get someone to set up the equipment in my room if you can and Ill take it from there.
“Very well Logan. I hope you can handle this yourself but if not Well you know where to call for help. .” the doctor replied the tension in his voice indicating the pressure he was under. "We’ll be fine Doc. Don’t worry" Logan assured him “Wolverine out.”
Reaching down he easily lifted the unconscious teenager into his arms ignoring the curious glances of the waiteras he said quietly “OK Princess look like you and I will be going for a little ride.”
TBC Logans rooms.
There's just somethin' wild inside me pullin' me to do things I don't understand.
I can't figure it. It's like tryin' to explain desire.
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