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Post by Christine MacTaggart on Sept 25, 2004 17:15:14 GMT -4
"Unless your name has changed to Kurt Wagner in the past ten nanoseconds, then nope, sorry," she said, turning back again to look at Pete. She smirked. "Besides, I like living and Kitty's sure to kill me if she finds out we've seen each other in the couple sense."
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Post by rabbit on Sept 26, 2004 0:56:03 GMT -4
"Oh, I don't know. She'd rather be with Rasputin anyway. I was way too old for her..." Pete frowned. Last he remembered, him and Kitty hadn't parted on exactly the best of terms. And here he was, looking after her damn pet!
"Are we gettin' close to the blasted infirmary yet? This animal ain't as light as he looks!"
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Post by Christine MacTaggart on Sept 26, 2004 1:00:21 GMT -4
Christine's hand slapped the wall, and the door opened. "We're here," she said, leading Pete and dragon in. She hummed something Disneyish under her breath.
OOC: some song from Pete's Dragon - couldn't resist
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Post by rabbit on Sept 26, 2004 1:16:13 GMT -4
He followed Christine in and set Lockheed on one of the beds. He made sure that the dragon's wings were spred out beneath him, so he wouldn't be uncomfortable and complain a lot.
He sat down in a chair in the corner and looked at Christine. "So," Pete pulled a cigarette out from behind his ear and pressed it between his lips, "what do we do now?" He struck a match on the seam of his pantleg and used it to light his fag. The tip glowed deep orange as Pete drew in a long, blissful relaxing drag. He felt the smoke enter his lungs, and ease the tension in his mind. He exhaled slowly, savouring every second as his nicotine craving was satiated.
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Post by Christine MacTaggart on Sept 26, 2004 8:19:46 GMT -4
"Fag, out now," Christine said as she turned her back to him to go looking for medical supplies. "Medlab has a no smoking policy."
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Post by rabbit on Sept 26, 2004 13:09:39 GMT -4
"There's nobody else here, luv, and a little smoke ain't gonna harm the flyin' weasle. I've seen him do worse."
Pete drew in another lungfull and watched Christine dig around for medical supplies with interest.
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Post by Christine MacTaggart on Sept 26, 2004 13:13:28 GMT -4
"It's a medlab," Christine protested, hitting her head on a drawer as she backed out from under the cabinet she had crawled under to see if she could find some medical supplies that her mother had hidden.
"Shite!" she swore.
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Post by rabbit on Sept 26, 2004 13:24:43 GMT -4
Pete quickly put out his cigarette after seeing Christine smoke her head on an open drawer. "You alright?"
He stepped over to the counter she was crouched beneath and knelt down to inspect the damage. He laughed when he heard her swear. "So much for dignity and grace, eh?"
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Post by Christine MacTaggart on Sept 26, 2004 13:26:21 GMT -4
"Just don't tell Mum I swore. She has this thing about noblewomen swearing - something about it being below their station," she muttered, rubbing the back of her head.
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Post by rabbit on Sept 26, 2004 13:48:25 GMT -4
"Well, don't we think highly of ourselves." Pete pushed the offending drawer closed. "I 'aven't seen ya act anything like a lady since I first laid eyes on ya, luv. I don't see why you're so bloody concearned about it now."
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Post by Christine MacTaggart on Sept 26, 2004 13:53:34 GMT -4
OOC: Tying in Mail Call
"Sorry, after getting letters from Pembroke, I get anal about my behaviour," she said. She made a face at the mention.
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Post by rabbit on Sept 26, 2004 13:57:57 GMT -4
Pete gave Christine a confused look. "Who's Pembroke? Do I know this chap?"
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Post by Christine MacTaggart on Sept 26, 2004 14:00:18 GMT -4
"Lord Gabriel Pembroke, vampire hunter," Christine said, pausing. "Or so he thinks. He's also obsessed with the idea of marrying me. And so help me, if he thinks I'm going to play the Anna to his VanHelsing, he has another thing coming."
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Post by rabbit on Sept 26, 2004 15:35:00 GMT -4
"The damn fool. Honestly, who'd want to marry you?" Pete chuckled as he got back to his feet.
He held a hand out to Christine as an offer to help her up. "How's yer head, MacTaggart? Can ya mangage on your own, or do ya want me to kiss it all better for you."
He was, of course, only joking.
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Post by Christine MacTaggart on Sept 26, 2004 15:38:53 GMT -4
Christine pouted at the comment of "who'd want to marry you?". She tried not to look terribly offended. "Any lord who wants to add County Kinross to his lands," she said with an affected sniff. She crossed her arms over her chest and mock glared before shaking her head.
"And I'm fine," she said. "It'll take more then a conk to the back of the head to bug me badly."
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