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4/24/2006
Logfile from Lillianne.
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<> Abandoned Factory - Upper Level
More closed off into individual rooms than the lower level, the upper level only covers half of the available floor space, with a rusting railed balcony overlooking the rest of the factory far below. Concrete, steel, and iron are continuing themes here, as is dust and everything that goes with it. Some of the doors leading to separate rooms are locked, while others are missing entirely. The majority are crafted out of very old, and in some cases, very rotted wood, with rusted handles and locks. Only a select few have been updated with heavy steel doors and fresh locks.
Having been left behind in New York for longer stretches of time than most the others, Lillianne hasn't had much of a chance to look around the new base, and even less time to find places where she shouldn't be in the first place. Such as the upper levels and the senior members quarters. She's mostly full-size as she pokes into corners and climbs stairs, only shrunk a little to facilitate passage of tight quarters. The metal balcony creaks under foot as she peers over the edge into the factory floor below.
A tremor goes through that decrepit balcony, as she peers over. A creak of fatigued metal and a snorted snicker from behind the girl, as one of those doorways- which had once been filled by rotted wood and rust, is now filled with the hulking form of Victor Creed a rude sneer twisting his ugly face. "Little mouse get herself *lost*?"
Lillianne spins in place at the noise and moves to scurry back down the stairs, but too late. She freezes in place at the... question and turns slowly back around to face Creed. Better to see it coming, maybe? She doesn't answer, except with a quick negative shake of her head.
Creed steps languidly away from the doorframe, long toe claws *scraping* on the corrugated metal underfoot with every lazy footfall. "Heh.. No, she says?" Sabretooth observes aloud, thick blonde brows raised with the mocking tone. She froze. The little ones always freeze. "Sooooo.. you know where you are then. Don't ye, little mouse?"
Little? Little!? You ain't seen little yet! ... Er. Better than trying to run though, yes? And there's no way she'd do damage? Adrenaline and fear start pumping their drugs into her system, starting a chain reaction. She trembles slightly and nods, eyes wide, mouth still glued shut.
Another long, slow step closer.. Creed's form looming ever larger as the monstrous mutant draws near, even as Lilli continues to shrink. "Aheh.. Go on and say then, little mouse: where are you?" Namesake teeth bared in an impossibly wide smile, which narrows his black on black eyes.
The shrinkage isn't very noticeable yet, though perhaps Creed kept a mental checklists of recruits and their gifts? Hm. Standing next to him, however, Lilli looks rather small indeed. Recognizing the familiar itching of scalp and palms and soles that accompany an uncontrolled shift, she folds her arms across her front and squeaks obligingly, "Upstairs."
A low, rumbling laugh sounds deep in the cruel giant's throat at the answer. A dip of his chin. "Yeah. And who lives upstairs?" he wonders, words slow and mocking, as he tilts his head to a slight angle, empty eyes fixed on poor little Lilli's. A quiet growling accopmanies his deeply drawn breath.
Lilli's lost about an inch off her already smaller size, so that by now she's only 5' or so. She tilts her head back to look up at him, the neck of her shirt hanging looser, and more crinkles forming in the material gathered around her hands. "I'm not sure. You?"
Creed lowers his shoulders to lean down, over the 'little mouse', hot breath released with his chuckle. "That's right, *very* good. I'm upstairs.. You know what that means?" Lips curl back from those long fangs as Sabretooth continues to smile without warmth.
Lillianne leans back at the rush of warm (and foul) breath, and swallows nervously. Another inch slides off, along with the belt of her jeans which she catches discreetly with her fingers. "I shouldn't be?" she hazards.
A slow, deliberate chuckle. "Smart girl.." Creed rumbles, before letting the smile slip, and bringing up one hand to draw a long, cruel foreclaw along Lilli's hairline, drawing the bangs clear of her face. "Not unless you want to find out what big cats do to the little micethey catch."
Something hardens in Lillianne's eyes, and she takes a deliberate step back, nearly stumbling over the cuffs of her jeans. "I'll keep that in mind. Sir."
"Good," Creed snickers down to her, "Now git." With a dismissive toss of his head, the big mutant goes about his swaggering way past the hard eyed little girl.