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Post by amieva on Aug 26, 2004 21:54:15 GMT -4
She thought finding a job would be easy! But all those stores asked for references. How was she supposed to tell them that most of her references were in a backward little village where electricity is still considered novel?
Sometimes, she wished she could go back. But the lynch mob had made it clear that she wasn't welcome.
Wanda Maximoff slumped tiredly onto one of the benches outside the food court. Her feet hurt. Her head hurt. Her pride hurt. What was wrong with her? What was it about her that made people not want to hire her?
She decided not to dwell on it. It'd only make her headache worse. Luckily, she had enough money left over from her last job to pay for another month's rent, given she'd have to cut down on groceries. Wanda scowled and scuffed her shoe against the tile floor. It was childish to pout in such a way, but she really didn't care at that point. She was tired, hungry, on the verge of being homeless, and practicing very poor posture.
Feeling fed up with the fruitless job-hunt, and wanting nothing more than to go home, Wanda got up from the bench, grabbed her bag, and headed for the nearest exit. However, the European Immigrant should have been paying more attention to where she was walking, because she ran directly into someone and nearly fell over.
"Oh! Sorry. Excuse me." She said quickly, while trying to regain her balance.
((tags: anybody))
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Post by Creed on Aug 27, 2004 17:53:49 GMT -4
He stood, no towered, above the girl who ran into him and Victor Creed looked down at her through narrow and dangerous eyes. It wasn't just that she hit him, which would have been enough to make him lash out and kill most people before they even knew what they had run into. It was more the fact that the ice cold remnants of his 42 ounce drink was now working its way into sensitive and uncomfortable places.
What stayed the fury of his lethal hands was two things: the first was that she was somehow familiar....and while the man called Sabretooth had forgotten many things over his lifetime he was as certain as he could be that he'd never seen her before.
The second thing was that she smelled incredible.
Even so, his voice came out angry and full of hate. The thing was, his voice was nearly always that way.
"What'cher hurry, darlin'?", he asked in a way that really sounded like, "You tryin' ta get sliced inta little bloody pieces?"
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Post by amieva on Aug 27, 2004 18:06:58 GMT -4
Wanda's wide eyes slowly trailed up the man's enormous body until she was staring at his frightful face. As he spoke, not only could Wanda smell the alcohol on the man's breath, but she was sure she saw fangs protruding from his gums.
She knew she was in danger.
Too bad her brain did that thing where all the nerves freeze and shut down, and causes your body to become paralyzed.
"I am very sorry for running into you. If you are alright, I will be on my way." she said carefully, not wanting this man to know just how startled she was.
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Post by Creed on Aug 27, 2004 18:25:39 GMT -4
The intoxicating scent of her had caught the attention of his heightened senses and was enough to arouse his...curiosity. The scent of her fear made Sabretooth's mouth water and the pupils of his eyes widen in an almost terrifying way.
The combination of scents aroused more than just his curiosity.
Creed's hand lashed out with blinding speed and caught her wrist in a startling and uncomfortably strong grip. His nostrils flared and she could easily tell he was breathing her in.
"What's yer name, sweetheart?", he asked in a rough whisper.
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Post by amieva on Aug 27, 2004 19:23:35 GMT -4
Wanda gave a short scream as she was pulled closer to this beast's* body. She could feel him eyeing her. She could hear him inhale deeply. He was smelling her! Wanda's skin began to crawl, and she was begginning to feel nausiated.
"Let me go!" she commanded furiously, trying to pull her wrist from his iron grip. She let out a cry of disgust and frustration as she fought for her freedom.
That's when her hands began to glow.
((*- I appologize profusely for the wording. No offense intended))
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Post by Creed on Aug 27, 2004 19:28:02 GMT -4
((Jus' callin' 'em like ya see, em, doll. I imagine the big blue dude might take some offense, though.... )) "Huh", Creed said with an evil grin. "Woulda figgered ya for a Rachel or a Susie er sumthin' like that. Go figger." He made no indication that he heard, much less intended to comply, with her demand. He simply stood and sneered and looked at her with eyes that had gone solid white.
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Post by amieva on Aug 27, 2004 19:39:02 GMT -4
His terrible eyes turned white. She was desperate to get away from him, by any means necessary.
Wanda's hand, which had been balled into a fist, snapped back with her palm facing the feral man. The glow shot out of her hands and weaved around his head. It made contact with a potted tree that stood a few feet behind them. It shook for a moment before it made a round-house swing, and struck the man in the side.
She hoped it was enough to get him to release her, if not knock him unconsious.
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Post by Creed on Aug 28, 2004 17:54:57 GMT -4
Creed let go of the girl and spun at the attack, swiping at the tree with fingers suddenly tipped with long, razor-sharp claws. It fell to pieces against his assault. He looked around - startled - but was mystified as to the whereabouts of his attacker.
The attack didn't hurt him, but it shook him up just the same.
His eyes darted high and low as he rubbed at the spot where he'd been hit. Searching, trying to locate the culprit and finding no trace, no scent, no visible evidence.
He looked back at the girl. "Who....who hit me?", he asked in rage and frustration.
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Post by amieva on Aug 28, 2004 18:05:24 GMT -4
Wanda was breathing heavily. The adrenaline was pumping through her veins and making her dizzy. But then again, crashing into the floor could have contributed to that. She watched him slice the tree to bits, and had the horrible realization that she'd meet the same fate if something didn't happen, and soon.
Just then, the feral mutant turned on her, demanding to know who had hit him. He was dangerous, but not very observant. The tree had hit him. And Wanda would do it again. But when she shot out another hex-sphere, she let out a whimper when she saw that nothing had happened.
That was one of the downsides to altering probability - It was totally unpredictable.
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Post by Gambit on Aug 28, 2004 18:10:33 GMT -4
The mall was definitely not Gambit’s normal hangout, but when the need to ‘acquire’ some items arose, it was as good a place as any. So with a few new pairs of sunglasses, a couple packs of playing cards, and a CD or two hidden in his duster, the Cajun was just on his way to the front of the mall when something caught his attention. Turning toward the scene, he was surprised to discover that it was not his eyes playing tricks on him, and that a potted plant was indeed attacking an unsuspecting patron. But upon closer inspection, he discovered this was not just any man, but Victor Creed.
As the one known as Sabretooth sliced through the tree like a twig, Remy’s eyes fell on the young woman he was with. She held her hand outstretched toward Creed, and there was a distinctive glow emanating from it.
Now dat’s a fancy trick
Noticing the crowd that had started to gather, eyes wide and questions flying, Gambit took it upon himself to attempt to diffuse the situation before the crowd found out what they were and got out of hand. Stepping closer to the odd pair, he began to clap loudly.
“Bravo! Dat was quite de trick!” he announced. Now that he could get a closer look, he had the odd sensation that he knew this girl. But lately, the line between his reality and this new one had been becoming increasingly harder define. It was becoming more difficult to distinguish his memories from the inklings he got from the other Gambit. Shrugging this off as just another odd occurrence, he stepped closer to her, lowering his voice. “Now why don’ y’ take a bow b’fo’ de crowd gets restless.”<br> Eyeing Creed from behind his sunglasses, Remy couldn’t help but grin at the completely clueless expression that had been on his face following the attack. But it was obvious that this girl was afraid of Creed, and when he finally clued in to what had happened, he wouldn't be a happy camper.
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Post by amieva on Aug 28, 2004 18:24:16 GMT -4
Wanda shakily got to her feet. She was about to say something along the lines of 'What the HELL are you talking about?!' to the new stranger, when she realized that there had indeed been a crowd gathered around them. She looked to the strange man in the trenchcoat, not knowing if she could trust him. Then again, she probably had a better chance trusting him than the cat-man.
She edged closer to him, and gave a quick nod to the crowd. Wanda had been raised in a Gypsy community. She had been taught the fundamentals of showmanship, but that still didn't change the fact that she didn't like being watched.
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Post by Creed on Aug 30, 2004 10:52:42 GMT -4
Creed turned at the sound of the voice and looked at the speaker with eyes that were narrow white slits.
"You.", was all he said in recognition. He didn't know Gambit well, but he knew enough from their brief meetings before to know who he was and have an idea of what he was capable of.
"Yer girlfrien' ran inta me, ya gumbo geek.", Creed said defensively. "Only thing I was here killin' was time. Ain't that right, Susie?"
He looked to the girl for confirmation. It wasn't that he wouldn't have welcomed a fight - any fight - but he still hadn't figured out how Gambit had attacked him with the tree. If he had been any more enraged it wouldn't have mattered, but the whole situation still had him off-guard.
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Post by amieva on Aug 30, 2004 11:11:02 GMT -4
The crowd soon lost interest in them, and dispersed. Shoppers went back to what they do best - shop.
"My name is NOT Susie!" she snapped back indignantly. "And keep that evil away from me!" Wanda ducked behind the new stranger to retrieve the things she dropped when the cat-man assaulted her.
She started ranting to herself in Romany. "I come to this country to start a new life for myself. Maybe get away from the people who want me dead. Then something like THIS happens! I should give up and go back to Transia."
Her fingers slipped as she was stuffing her scattered belongings back into her bag, and the bench infront of her literally began to walk away. She was so upset, she lost control of her powers. "Damn, not again!" she hissed. She shot another hexsphere at it, and its legs bent outwards and it fell to the floor. At least it stopped moving.
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Post by Gambit on Aug 30, 2004 15:52:32 GMT -4
As the crowd began to break up, Gambit focused his attention on Creed. He was surprised that the man was still talking, and not attempting to take him out yet. There last meeting had not gone well, although Creed’s attention had been focused more on Wolverine than the Cajun himself.
As Sabretooth greeted him with a single word, Remy grinned at him.
“Y’ miss me?” he asked, glancing back over his shoulder at the girl. She didn’t hesitate to talk back to Creed, but she still appeared very frightened of him. “No worries, chere. Me an’ Creed here go way back, don’ we? Y' never struck me as a mall-goer, t'ough. What, run outta kitty litter?”<br> Grinning infuriatingly, he dropped his shaded eyes to the dismembered tree, before another sudden movement caught his eye. He could just hear the young girl muttering in a foreign language behind him as he turned to watch a nearby bench spring to life.
I feel like I stepped int’ de twilight zone or somet’in’...
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Post by amieva on Aug 30, 2004 16:15:57 GMT -4
"This man is your friend?!" she exclaimed disbelievingly. Wanda didn't understand the joke. All she knew was she didn't want to be there any longer than she had to. Unfortunately, the big cat-man was blocking her only exit.
Plus, using her powers so much at once had left her exhausted. She wouldn't be able to hold herself up for much longer.
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