*Cassidy was leaning against a tree, leather coat pulled tight around him. He had a cigarette dangling between his fingers, the grey-blue smoke swirling in the wind towards his face.
He caught sight of the man wandering the camp. Not bad looking, that was for sure, but alarm bells were going off, warning him that this guy was dangerous.
Victor caught sight of the other man and raised an eyebrow. This must be another new arrival whom he hadn't seen before; even the man's scent was unfamiliar, although he had caught traces of it here and there in the mens' dormitories. Wanting to make sure he kept up with who was who within the compound, Victor wandered towards the man, curious.
*Cassidy stared up at the man and proceeded to finish his cigarette before he spoke. He stomped the butt out under his boot and reached into his pocket. Stones. The little fuckers made good ammunition. Just in case. He didn't want his pretty ruined.*
Yeah, honey. That sounds about right.
*He brought his thumb up to his mouth and rested the nail between his teeth.*
Great, another sarcastic faggot. Just what Victor needed right now. He scowled at the man, not at all appreciating the pet name, and he wondered - not for the first time - just what in hell possessed Stryker to hire half of the mutants that he did for his projects.
"Don't go gettin' up close an' personal with me, y'little queer."
He caught sight of the man wandering the camp. Not bad looking, that was for sure, but alarm bells were going off, warning him that this guy was dangerous.
He pulled the cig to his lips and smiled.*
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"You're one of the new ones, right?"
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Yeah, honey. That sounds about right.
*He brought his thumb up to his mouth and rested the nail between his teeth.*
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"Don't go gettin' up close an' personal with me, y'little queer."
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Victor, Logan or Jack?
*He arched a brow.*
And you aren't my type anyway, honey. I like my men and my women smaller than me.
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