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Post by Logan on Oct 21, 2010 10:42:55 GMT -4
“Bar. Brawl? Gunshot,” Sam said with closed eyes. Then she opened them. “Ok, that was too weird”
Logan squinted. “No argument here.”
Her next words seemed even weirder, filled with promise and invitation that were undeniable. But Logan glanced back at the door again. Whatever the reason, he just wasn’t into it any longer…whatever game he had been playing. Besides that, there was a sense of caution that was growing in him.
“Sometimes you got no choice but to trust yer feelings,” he said as he sat back a little. Trusting his instincts was what kept him alive so long. That and the healing factor. And the claws. And the fact that he was so damn good at what he did.
The door opened and Logan glanced back at an unusual looking couple that stepped in. Their soft-spoken words to one another carried clearly to his sensitive ears, the Cajun dialect seeming both completely out of place and perfectly natural at the same time. He glanced back, facing off with the taller one, presumably locking eyes for a moment before he turned back to Sam.
“Sometimes that’s all ya got.”
He couldn’t quite figure out why she was so distraught over it. But something told him ‘touching her’ wasn’t going to make things any better.
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Post by Panthera on Oct 21, 2010 20:22:50 GMT -4
Samantha listened to Logan and finally gave up all together on helping him. She thought if he could help her remember little bits and pieces that the rest could fall into place. Every time he touched her and vice versa, a memory or picture flashed in the feline’s mind. But when it’s a male, they usually want answers now and have no patience. That’s what separates the males from the females, persistence and patience. Logan had neither.
Fail.
To rely on faith meant that Sam had to rely on things she could not see. Where and who did she learn that from? Someone flashed once again in her memory bank but it was a darkened face, a shadow. Who are you? I know you and we were close, but why won’t you show your face?
It was about this time, two other patrons entered the bar. Before they were half way across the room, Sam could smell and sense their attention on her (or maybe it was just Logan since he’s always on someone’s wanted list). Looking up and taking in their scent, another blank picture came. Now, Sam was completely frustrated.
Fine!
Turning to the bartender, she pushed the water glass to him. “I need a good cocktail bartender and make it a double. This is getting too much to handle right now.” The guy just smiled and leaned across the bar. “He’s an idiot if he doesn’t walk out of here without you in his arms” came with a chuckled grin.
Finally, someone was putting some positive rays of sunshine in the path of the hungry, angry tiger. Angels could be heard singing in the background (well in Sam’s mind). She actually purred softly and silently (but not from Logan’s big fat ears). Blushed cheeks flourished and an innocent smile formed as her head turned away.
Please don’t kill the nice man Logan.
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Post by Gambit on Oct 25, 2010 16:43:10 GMT -4
Following Callie to the bar, /remy almost walked right into the back of her when she stopped short, her eyes trained in the same direction his had been. Noting the spooked look on her face, he started to get an uneasy feeling in the pit of his stomach.
They both knew why he called this place haunted. They knew what ghosts awaited hi here, how hard it had been to come back, but she hadn’t been there when it had happened, she shouldn’t be able to see the ghosts. If she was getting that same odd feeling that he was fighting... then maybe there was something more to all this than a bad incident in his past.
Patting Callie’s shoulder lightly as he passed, trying to stop her from openly staring at the short, hairy homme, Remy took a seat at the bar on the empty stool directly beside the familiar man’s female companion. Catching the blush in her cheeks, he gave her a charming smile despite everything. Poker face perfect, as usual, he gave no outward sign of his uneasiness.
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Post by Callie on Nov 7, 2010 6:19:07 GMT -4
Callie took a seat next to Remy almost automatically, still feeling a little weirded out. It went away when she overheard the other woman at the bar actually purring - probably too subtly for anyone else's ears, but even with hers tucked under a hat she could hear it, and she involuntarily snorted in amusement.
Somehow that dissipated the tension she'd been feeling, and she waved over the bartender with a grin, rolling her eyes at Remy's instinctual flirting.
((shooort but at least I posted, sorry for the delay mes amis))
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Post by Logan on Nov 8, 2010 18:03:45 GMT -4
Though his attention seemed to be fixated on the half empty bottle in front of him, nothing was lost on Logan.
He took it all in.
The subtle exchange between the two swamp rats that came in, the words spoken between the bartender and Sam, even the soft purring sound that came from her after he walked away. He clenched his jaws as the sound of the Cajun couple grated on his nerves like Adamantium claws slicing through a Volkswagen.
His mind was really on Creed, and a cold chill had settled into his metal laced bones. Though he hadn’t shown it, the fact that someone knew more about him than he did had rattled him. No…it had done a little more than that. And the fact that Creed seemed to think it was so damn funny? Logan wasn’t rattled. He was freakin’ pissed.
It was Creed’s face he saw when the Cajun’s brushed past and took a seat next to Sam. A low growl was rumbling in the back of his throat, barely audible over the din of the bar, but a slight bit more so than the purr coming from Samantha. He was seeing red, and no doubt the temporary lift of half a bottle of whiskey and half a dozen beers in the short space of time he’d been there wasn’t helping anything.
There were a few things that Logan understood. Pain brought him back to reality, anger rooted him there. He had the anger. There was one thing left that he needed.
Standing up he did what felt natural and moved toward Sam. Past Sam. Grabbing the Cajun he spun him around and have him five across the cheek. Then he studied him closer. Something was familiar about all of this.
“Sorry bub,” he said after a moment. “Thought you were someone else.”
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Post by Panthera on Nov 10, 2010 9:23:56 GMT -4
It seemed the whole room was moving in slow motion. Leave it to Logan to ruin a moment in time that probably wouldn’t happen again to the feline mutant..happiness.
His anger could be cut with a butter knife. The sound of growls penetrated the sensitive hearing of the kitty stopping her purr almost immediately. Sapphire eyes focused on the newcomers that were sitting next to her. Then within the blink of an eye, Logan was all over them. A flash came of adamantium claws bursting out and making a horror movie seem like a Sesame Street Christmas Special. But it didn't.
Out of pure reaction, Sam jumped from her stool and turned ready to fight? Where the heck did that instinct come from? Usually, the feline would run away and avoid confrontations. Not today my friend, it’s come and take me if you can Sam.
Eyes bounced from the male to the female back to Logan and around once more. All that could come out was, “I’ll walk then!”
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