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Post by Jack | Hiccup | Flynn Rider on Apr 19, 2014 15:22:25 GMT -6
Logan was driving on the street thanks to his motocycle, with the clothes that he usually wears, a black jacket with orange lines, a blue pants and a white shirt and with his workshoes.
He stoped and looked around, this place was new for him but he found something that no matter where you go you can always find: a bar.
Logran walked in, he order a glass of beer and sit down in a table away from everybody with his glass.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 19, 2014 15:26:20 GMT -6
Helga had just finished an exhausting fight with Dante against the most powerful vampire she'd ever seen. Her white tank top was dirty, some hair had pulled loose from her ponytail and hung loose against her face, and her jeans had holes in the knees, but she desperately needed some alcohol. She entered the bar, ignoring the looks she got from its patrons as she headed up to the barkeep and ordered a whiskey.
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Post by Jack | Hiccup | Flynn Rider on Apr 19, 2014 15:38:29 GMT -6
Logan smell blood from the distance but it wasn't human, he was sure of that, that blood was different. He looks over at the woman who had enter in the bar, she was carrying that disgusting smell, in Logan's opinion, he look at her a few seconds and later he ignores her and her smell, thing that wasn't easy.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 19, 2014 15:46:04 GMT -6
Helga looked around for a quiet place to enjoy her drink, but sighed seeing her usual table occupied by a man who didn't look all that interested in having company. She winced as she moved to grab her drink, her shoulder telling her there would be large bruise crossing her back in the morning. She had other minor cuts and scrapes, but her shoulder was killing her. She sighed as s man came up to her and punched him in the face after his first flimsy pick-up line before knocking back her whiskey. She didn't have any patience for this shit.
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Post by Jack | Hiccup | Flynn Rider on Apr 21, 2014 1:12:13 GMT -6
Logan looked at the woman punched a man, sending him to the floor, Logan chuckled to himself, not letting anybody hear his voice, or laugh. He took another drink before the friends of the punched-man stood and walked next to her. They have guns, Logan could smell them, knowing that things will be complicated. The punched man stood thanks to his friends help put he pushes them acting with pride, or stupidness. "Hey you!" The man called the woman of the whiskey.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 21, 2014 23:53:25 GMT -6
Helga eyed him and his friends in annoyance, "The hell do you want?" she demanded impatiently. Her gun only had a few bullets left, and though she was quick on the draw, taking out their group with only three bullets didn't seem all that plausible. She sighed and glared at them, "I really don't have the time to waste on you right now," she told them derisively, nothing but pure scorn and disgust in her tone. Though, as she thought about it, the idea of teaching them a lesson became more and more appealing to her. Maybe this would be kind of fun. She hadn't had a good fight against regular mortal men in a long time. Perhaps this might be her way of letting out some of the frustration she'd felt at losing her last fight.
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Post by Jack | Hiccup | Flynn Rider on Apr 22, 2014 1:36:28 GMT -6
"You! Insolent Witch!" The punched man screamed at her with a curious look and voice, he moved his hand and his friends stood on the door and closed it, even the windows of the bar. "Seems you need to learn a lesson, don't be scare, I'm a good teacher." He say proudly as he show his gun .45. "Be a good girl and on your knees." The man said pointing at her but Logan stood and try to calm him down. "This could end bad for you and your friends." More than calm him seemed like a threat, the man pointed at him too, Logan slowly walked in front of her.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 22, 2014 14:43:53 GMT -6
Helga glared at the man she'd hit, her gaze ice cold when he'd told her to kneel. She would never give him the satisfaction of being able to see her on her knees. She paused when the man she'd noticed earlier stepped in front of her so boldly. She hadn't expected anyone to stand up for her, much less physically attempt to protect her. She was grateful, but he was a civilian and he might get hurt if he continued, "Thanks kid, but let me handle this," she told him with much more confidence than she actually felt. At least she had the satisfaction of knowing that most of them would die with her. Even if they were pathetic and unprincipled, there were still too many for the odds to be in her favor, especially not when they were all packing heat and she only had three bullets.
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Post by Jack | Hiccup | Flynn Rider on Apr 23, 2014 1:48:50 GMT -6
Logan looked at the woman behind him. "Your shoulder it's not in conditions to fight against seven armed men and you only have bullets to defend yourself." Logan say coldly smelling her blood combined with another one. "You want to die with her?!" The man screamed at Logan. People who were in the bar, civilians, left the place not looking back or caring for both healty. The man unlock the gun ready to shot at Logan if he stay in front of her, but Logan didn't move, he usually never take shot from another person but she seemed to need it. "Come on, kill them already." Another man, friend of the punched one, say to him so he shot both of them.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 23, 2014 8:01:23 GMT -6
Helga cursed, dodging to the side, but not quick enough to avoid the bullet, which embedded itself in her bad shoulder. She let out a harsh cry of pain, before her drawing her gun with her other hand and firing, hitting the man, who'd shot her, in his chest. "Run!" she ordered the man who'd defended her, as she fired her second bullet and knocked another man's weapon from his hand. She then used her last bullet on the man closest to her, killing him and dodging behind his body, using his corpse as a shield for the bullets flying at her and stealing his gun, which still had five bullets.
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Post by Jack | Hiccup | Flynn Rider on Apr 24, 2014 3:54:04 GMT -6
Logan gets mad when the man shot both of them, but he couldn't do something to him, the man was already on the floor, dead. The friends of the new dead-man were shooting too, trying to hurt them. The woman killing three of them and Logan inserting his claws into their chest, showing the adamantium when he took them off from their bodies, killing three too, leaving just one man standing but he, unlike the others, he have a grenada and his finger was the only thing that not allowed the thing explode. "Freaks!" The man shouted at both. "Leave me go and I won't blow this place!" The man added.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 24, 2014 21:50:44 GMT -6
Helga watched her nameless defender make quick work of the three men, impressed with his skill and strength. She'd greatly underestimated him. Where he'd gotten such claws, she had no idea, but she'd seen so many strange things in this place, she wasn't about to question it. Helga then glared at the man with the grenade, "You blow this place, and you'll die with us anyway," she warned, her gun aimed for the hand that held the grenade. If it blew up over where the man was standing, she might have a chance if she could quickly take cover behind the bar, but that would require extremely accurate timing on her part, and besides, the man who'd defended her so impressively was still there. He might be strong, but surely even he would die from such a blast, and she was reluctant to have his death on her hands, especially after he'd stood up for her. She cursed, desperately trying to come up with a better solution.
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Post by Jack | Hiccup | Flynn Rider on Apr 25, 2014 3:22:33 GMT -6
"Then let me go and I won't kill us." The man said with his shaking hand, not sure if he wanted to do that. Logan taking off his claws from the view, hidding them in his skin, Logan raised his hands, like when a person is arrested, he slowly started to walk next to him, taking short and slow steps. "Look kid, you don't want to-." Logan was cut off when the man throw the grenada at her! Thing that surprised at Logan, the man go out from a window that was close to him as Logran quick made his way to the woman and both hid behind the bar. The explosion was big, it destroyed all the bar. When Logan went with her, both hid but hid wasn't enough, Logan was covering the woman with his own body, not allowing a flame or fire touched her skin, she was already hurt to let another scar on it.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 25, 2014 22:06:22 GMT -6
Helga cried out as the grenade went off, going temporarily deaf due to the loudness of the explosion. The heat and flames quickly reached the bottles of liquor above them, causing miniature explosions anew from the alcohol reacting to the blast, and the bottles rained pieces of glass shrapnel down on the both of them. Helga flinched, but glanced up when she noticed something else had taken the brunt of the impact. She gasped when she saw the man who'd shielded her with his own body. "Why on earth didn't you run?" she murmured regretfully. She was well aware that there was no way he could have survived.
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Post by Jack | Hiccup | Flynn Rider on Apr 26, 2014 2:32:36 GMT -6
Logan made a hurt face with the explosion and the glasses of the now broken bottles falling in his skin, closing his eyes with strenght, it hurt, of course it hurt, but he have a special hability. Logan opened his eyes and chuckled with the woman question. "I did, don't you see me ran here with you?" The explosion almost destroyed all his back, his skin could be see even his bones and pieces of glasses on his back.
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