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Post by vapor on Aug 23, 2006 20:01:56 GMT -5
The clock gave the solid chime of one in the mornning. All was quiet in the mansion as the hallways were deserted. Well, almost considering Bobby Drake was approaching the door to Kitty's room with the stealthiness of a very clumsy (and possibly mentally challenged) ninja. He had managed to trip on someone's skateboard, a bag of what looked like paints, and what seemed to be a giant teddybear that one would win at a carnival.
So now, with his left food caked in wet paint and leaving a trail behind him and his right foot wedged in the stitching of the giant plush's neck and a hefty bruise on his elbow, Bobby finally trudged to the door. He pulled out a role of tape from the pocket of his navy blue sweatpants and placed a note on the door and attempted to tape it on, only to have the door creak open. Bobby fell forward with a loud "OOMF", hitting his head on the corner of the door as he did so. Unfortunately it was hard enough to knock him unconscious.
So now... Bobby Drake was in the threshold of Katherine Pryde's doorway... with one foot covered in paints and the other wedge within a teddy bear... unconscious... and holding out an envelope that contained his pathetic attempt of a kind-of love letter.
Fuck.
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Post by adam_bat on Aug 26, 2006 22:24:32 GMT -5
It wasn't long before Logan came walking by, coming in late with a six pack in one hand and a lit cigar in the other. He looked over the mess as he passed wondering, then found his answer laying in an open doorway.
Sticking the cigar in his mouth he nudged the prone body of Bobby with the toe of his boot. "Hey, Drake."
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Post by vapor on Aug 31, 2006 0:12:43 GMT -5
"FuuuuUUUUck," Bobby bellowed as he rubbed his head and turned over. "Where the shit-" he then noticed Logan standing over him as he opened his eyes, causing him to drop the note on the ground. "Balls," he groaned as he shut his eyes and turned over again. "Ugh... this isn't the Red Sox stadium," he said as he finally sat up and looked at Logan.
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Post by adam_bat on Aug 31, 2006 13:17:11 GMT -5
Logan worked the cigar to the other side of his mouth and shook his head. "Nope, it ain't. The hell you doin?"
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Post by vapor on Sept 1, 2006 17:05:00 GMT -5
"Trying to enjoy a good baseball game?" he suggested with a shrug of his shoulders before rubbing the top of his head, forgetting that he had dropped the note.
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Post by adam_bat on Sept 1, 2006 23:53:03 GMT -5
"Uh-huh. What's this?" He reached down and picked up the note.
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Post by vapor on Sept 2, 2006 12:33:11 GMT -5
"Umm... statistics on their pitcher?" Bobby suggested with a shrug as he reached up to try and snatch the note.
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Post by adam_bat on Sept 2, 2006 13:14:44 GMT -5
Logan drew back and held onto the note, looking at it but not opening it yet. "Yeah? What's his name, he any good?"
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Post by vapor on Sept 2, 2006 23:53:13 GMT -5
"Curt Schilling 14 wins 7 loses this season alone. Pretty decent... not their best... but he's an asset to the hometeam," Bobby said with a shrug. "He was better when he was with Arizona though." He attempted to make another grab for the note.
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Post by adam_bat on Sept 4, 2006 0:17:50 GMT -5
Logan shrugged and folded the note into his palm. "Huh, don't really follow the game much myself. Guess that explains how come I never heard of games bein played at one in the mornin'."
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Post by vapor on Sept 7, 2006 7:41:55 GMT -5
"Extra innings Logan, one always expects extra innings," Bobby said as his expression drooped slightly as he watched Logan fold the note in his hand.
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Post by adam_bat on Sept 8, 2006 0:15:02 GMT -5
Logan shook his head and tucked the note in the breast pocket of the flannel shirt he was wearing, part of the paper hanging out. Pulling the cigar from his mouth with his now free hand he pointed it at Bobby. "So let me get this straight. Yer off to a baseball game, middle of the night an what happened? That teddy bear attack you knock you out?"
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Post by vapor on Sept 10, 2006 0:56:47 GMT -5
Fuck, Bobby thought to himself. "Well... actually a skateboard attacked me first... then the paints took away my footing and that's when the bear tried to finish me off," he explained with a slight nervous chuckle. "So if I could have those stats back... that'd be super."
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Post by adam_bat on Sept 11, 2006 10:37:35 GMT -5
Logan eyed him, puffed and his cigar and nodded at the mess. "Clean this crap up first. You can come an get it when yer done." Then he turned and continued down the hallway towards his room.
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Post by vapor on Sept 29, 2006 18:53:17 GMT -5
"Oh come on! Can't I just have it now?" he asked as he stumbled out after Logan. "I'll clean it up. C'mon! Please?"
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Post by adam_bat on Oct 1, 2006 1:01:01 GMT -5
Logan stopped and turned back to regard him. "Yer trailin paint there kid. Why you need it back now? S'only stats right?"
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Post by vapor on Oct 10, 2006 8:07:44 GMT -5
Bobby sprang at the Wolverine as he turned. He was getting that note back whether Logan wanted to or not.
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Post by adam_bat on Oct 15, 2006 21:35:36 GMT -5
Logan was taken by surprise, its not every day someone is crazy enough to attack him. He fell backwards with Bobby on top, making an effort to save his beer and cigar. "Geez kid!"
Landing on his back he set the beer safely down then shoved Bobby back, keeping him from reaching his shirt pocket where the note was tucked.
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Post by vapor on Oct 22, 2006 9:46:46 GMT -5
Bobby had tried once more to make a grab for the note before being shoved away. "Just give it back," he said simply, as if the solution was obvious. "It's important."
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Post by adam_bat on Oct 25, 2006 19:27:31 GMT -5
"Kid yer about two seconds from losing your hand. I already toldja you'd get it back. You keep on about it an I might get curious enough to read it."
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Post by vapor on Oct 26, 2006 19:35:28 GMT -5
Bobby put his hands up in defense. "Sorry," he said quickly.
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Post by adam_bat on Oct 28, 2006 11:47:00 GMT -5
Logan stood up, picking his beer back up and pointed at the mess. "Good. Now get it cleaned up."
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Post by vapor on Oct 28, 2006 13:26:18 GMT -5
Bobby let out a small sigh, "Yessir," he said quietly as he hobbled his way to get cleanning supplies, the teddybear dragging on the carpet.
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Post by adam_bat on Oct 29, 2006 16:05:54 GMT -5
Logan nodded and walked off to his room, leaving the door open for when Bobby was finished.
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