The flight to the airport wasn't entirely bad. Hell, the entire trip was pretty fun if you looked past the anti-mutant problems, bailing Crystal out of jail, and getting drugged. Scott left his car in Warren's bag and was first out, making a dash for the door. Before moving up the steps he glanced at Warren and Crystal. "C'mon
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Oh no, she only cared that she had been told to take it easy when all these other people were like dead and stuff.
Tabitha Smith may be many things but patient was not one of them.
She just hopes that no one sees her attempting to hobble from her makeshift bed on the floor.
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"I get my hands on that freak... he'll be lucky if the ferals can recognize the body..." Slipping down against the wall she looked at her shirt. "Aw man! And this was my favorite one too..." The tyrant's eyes are slowly fading from a hellish red and gold back to violet then blue. "Please tell me the kitchen's in some form of shape, because right now, you guys are making me hungry."
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Those dead, cold eyes flickered to Sherry as he spoke almost as blank as he had when delivering Layla "He's long gone, he's had us frozen for the last several hours. You're wanting him; it'll require hunting." Then a faint smirk curves his lips. "Kitchen is destroyed, follow me. I have supplies in my room." It wasn't an act of kindness, despite it seeming that way. One this woman was more then what she appeared and two; he needed to look good.
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Yeah it made her sound selfish, but at the moment she really didn't care because hello! Waking from the dead hurt like hell and really royally sucked ass.
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"If you'd rather forgo the rations, I can change and a hunt can be arranged. Though, to hunt this one. We'd have to drive. Perhaps something more local would be appropriate."
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Ashael glanced up, seeing a few spots of wreckage as she walked to the front door. She let herself in and looked around quietly. The house was astrewn with mess.
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Groping blindly at the back of the couch she pulls a blanket over her legs and Alex's lap, ignoring the lady watching them and goes back to sleep.
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Struggling to her feet Klara managed to haul herself along the landing, barely stifiling the hoarse scream that bubbled up at the sight of someone's feet. Clearly from the blueish tinge the guy hadn't been so lucky with his run-in with Martini. She didn't loiter to get a better look.
Taking the steps carefully Klara passed a mirror on the stairs, only to stop and stare at her reflection. Her skin was a pasty white, her lips cracked and dry and there were bright red and slowly deepening purple finger marks across her throat. Tears coarsed down her cheeks as she studied the perfect hand prints before continuing down to the rest of the house where she was sure she could hear voices.
Pity she couldn't call for help though.
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"Shit, here... let me help, we'll get you to the others."
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She mouthed out her next question as they wandered through the house. Someone died. Martini, he did all of this didn't he? I thought... I thought he was a nice guy.
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