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Apr 24, 2010 11:24

WHO: Skids and Sabretooth
WHERE: a random cafe in the City
WHEN: Saturday at around lunch time
WARNINGS: it's Sabretooth
SUMMARY: Sabretooth and Skids run into one another. Oh joy.
FORMAT: Para to start.

Little girls, this seems to say, never stop upon your way )

† sally blevins | skids, † victor creed | sabretooth

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fangsmile April 24 2010, 19:19:52 UTC
He still had a room at the MAC, but he'd spent the last couple of nights sleeping outside, just in case. Creed's hand was still amputated, but it was healing. Little by little it would grow back, good as new, maybe better ( ... )

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prettymorlock April 24 2010, 20:37:47 UTC
Sally didn't notice Creed. She was alternating between being lost in her own thoughts and deciding if she wanted turkey or ham for the day. Maybe she would splurge and buy a fruity drink too. It was kind of nice to have most of her daily decisions be like this instead of worrying about where she'd be able to scrounge up food. Sure the City liked to throw random craziness, but at the moment she was satisfied that there was no one attacking the little shop.

She even managed to start a conversation with the older woman in front of her, and tried to smile politely at the array of grandbaby pictures that she was suddenly being shown. As far as Sally was concerned, life was pretty good.

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fangsmile April 24 2010, 22:13:13 UTC
Sabretooth's tongue was like a thick piece of sundried driftwood by now. What the fuck was taking so long? He'd rather snap the necks of both the ditz in front of him and the old bag in front of her, and drink their blood, than have to stand here and listen to them yammer away for one more word. Then again, that was probably just because he was hungry, so he refrained for now, and focused instead on the guy at the front of the line.

He was an old man, probably only half-aware that he was even in a coffee shop, let alone what he was going to order. Actually, he seemed more interested in making playful banter with the 20-year-old barista, who was smiling politely and attempting to briefly answer his various questions about her studies, how long she'd been working there, if she liked living in the big City...

That was it.

"Hey Gramps," he snarled, "Entire civilizations have died in the time it takes you to order a cup of coffee. Let's go."

See, for Creed, that was darn near polite. He hadn't even cursed at him or threatened his life.

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prettymorlock April 24 2010, 22:20:39 UTC
Sally froze at the voice. She knew that voice, had heard it on the network before, and knew it wasn't one she liked. She couldn't quite place who it belonged to though so she glanced behind her.

And there he was.

God, she really hated this city sometimes. It seemed to enjoy taking really nice days and turning them into horrible ones. Otherwise Sabretooth wouldn't have come into the shop she was in. There had to be another coffee place right down the block. Fate hated her.

"You," she growled, and narrowed her eyes.

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