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Post by NobleSlug on Jul 5, 2009 13:54:01 GMT -5
<<christ.>>
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Post by galenty on Jul 5, 2009 13:58:57 GMT -5
(( Ah, I'm sorry it's getting so tough. If there is anything I can do...let me know. LOL, in a couple of weeks, I'll be passing through your state, I think. Heading for Louisiana. We could always do coffee...?))
The man holding the girl turned his head towards Gambit. His irises were rotating lazily. Seeing Gambit, they sped up a bit. Spin sneered at Gambit, "Keep yer distance, pretty boy. This ain't got nothing to do with you."
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Post by hughissuper on Jul 5, 2009 18:17:09 GMT -5
((That would be fun. Let me know when you are passing through! I'll send you my number. Hope your moving goes alright.) Gambit shuffled the pack of cards idly, not caring whether or not the crazy-eyed mutant understood the implied threat. He didn't move closer, not because he cared to follow "crazy eye's" instructions but because he preferred to appear indifferent. It was not easy, the urge to fling the entire charged pack of cards at the mutants was overwhelming. "What do it got to do with, homme?"
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Post by galenty on Jul 6, 2009 23:16:12 GMT -5
Crazy-eyes jerked his head at one of his companions. "Get the take."
One of the others moved off, heading for a trailer sitting near, but slightly apart from the rest of the carnival. The crowd moved reluctantly apart to let him move past.
Crazy-eyes called out to the crowd, "He don't come back, your little gal her will be smiling wide." He slightly jerked the hand that held the knife at the girl's throat, implying just where the smile would be.
The third man, a boy really, looked around nervously, as if he hadn't quite figured what he was getting into. He gulped for air, almost hyperventilating.
Crazy-eyes turned back to Gambit, eys whirling madly, "Did you jus' call me a homo?"
ooc: No insult is intended to anyone...lol, I had to make the disclaimer. Some of my friends would kill me otherwise...
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Post by hughissuper on Jul 7, 2009 9:51:02 GMT -5
((lol...homo!--Just for the record, it means man and it's not pronounced anything like homo--it's more like Ommm, you know, like monks chanting....but that's too funny))
Gambit surreptitiously watched the three men. The opening approaching was fairly obvious, he hoped Rogue noticed it. He glanced up at her casually, attempting to make eye contact to signal her. With one man gone and another participant so clearly nervous and inexperienced, the only one to deal with was ol' Crazy-eyes. Unfortunately, the eyes, it seemed weren't the craziest thing about him.
"Nah, is dat what eatin you? What dis all abou?" He turned slightly to look at the nervous third man-boy, "You, ok?"
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Post by NobleSlug on Jul 7, 2009 16:07:04 GMT -5
Rogue nodded slightly, noticing the opening too, she moved towards the front of the crowd slowly, and to the side, waiting for it. She didn't want to move too quickly and risk something happening to the girl.
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Post by galenty on Jul 8, 2009 20:52:19 GMT -5
ooc: Yeah, I know. But Crazy-eyes has the lights on behind the eyes...but it's all special effects.
IC:
The young man jumped as Gambit spoke to him. Nervously, he looked at Crazy-eyes. "I-I'm, ah, yeah..."
Crazy-eyes snarled at him, "Don't you need to be talking to him! Mind the back. Someone li-a-bel to creep up behind us. And then where would you be?"
The boy stammered, "Right, Bill--er, um...yeah."
Crazy-eyes rolled his eyes, as if in pain. "I swear..."
He barked at the one heading for the trailer, "Could you move it along now!?"
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Post by NobleSlug on Jul 8, 2009 21:44:17 GMT -5
Rogue kept edging forwards and too the side. She was lucky the crowd was thick enough so that the other mutants wouldn't notice.
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Post by hughissuper on Jul 9, 2009 17:43:59 GMT -5
((hmmmmmm...WWGD? What would Gambit do? Teehee!))
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Post by NobleSlug on Jul 9, 2009 20:15:18 GMT -5
make a smarmy remark? ;-)
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Post by hughissuper on Jul 10, 2009 8:18:32 GMT -5
Maintaining his indolent and seemingly indifferent pose, Gambit edged a tiny bit closer as Bill or Crazy-eyes fussed at his lackeys. He ignored the nervous man for a moment, sure that when the time came, he would be the most easily dispatched. He noted Rogue's stealthy movements with satisfaction but did not pay attention closely, not wanting anyone to pick up on their significance. "So, why ya got these young'ns held hostage? What'd dey do to you?" He spoke as nonchalantly as he could, hoping his urgency would not slip through.
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Post by galenty on Jul 11, 2009 1:41:30 GMT -5
The girl began to visibly tremble. The strain of the situation was obviously telling on her. Crazy-eyes tightened his hold, "I said to keep back!"
Just then, a woman's voice screamed shrilly, "Anna! What are you doing to my baby? Anna!"
Distracted, both men turned at the sound of a mother's distress and anger.
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Post by hughissuper on Jul 11, 2009 5:30:44 GMT -5
When both men turned, distracted, towards the hysterical mother, Gambit took action. He swooped forward and kicked hard with a chassé to Crazy-eye's wrist, the one holding the knife. It was a powerful piston-action savate move, made more potent by his hard-soled shoes. In that instant, Gambit thought unless Crazy-eye was made out of the same stuff as Wolverine, it should brake his wrist cleanly.
<<tag: Crazy-eye, Rogue>>
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Post by NobleSlug on Jul 11, 2009 17:48:15 GMT -5
Rogue came forwards as well. She rammed into the younger man, hoping to god that his power didn't have anything to do with being un-movable. Dislocating her shoulder - not on her list of things to do.
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Post by galenty on Jul 12, 2009 14:26:49 GMT -5
Crazy-eyes screamed as his wrist bent in ways that were unnatural even for a mutant.
Eyes whirling, he focused them on Gambit, in fury. Sending out vertigo waves, he knew would make the damn hero nauseous and disoriented.
Billy stood, paralyzed as Gambit and Crazy-eyes began to fight.
His friend, he saw, went down under Rogue's impact. He saw Frank (the one under Rogue) look up. Frank focused on a nearby chair that was sitting out in the sun.
A moment later, a copy of the chair was in his hand. He turned and brought it down on top of Rogue.
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