You Shouldn't Play With Fire (TamaRose & DominantPoet)
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				Title: <strong>You Shouldn't Play With Fire (TamaRose &amp; DominantPoet)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TamaRose</strong> on <strong>26-03-2014, 05:54:39</strong>
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				<div align="center">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/thumb/6/65/1012813_174285742749410_1539415257_n.jpg/441px-1012813_174285742749410_1539415257_n.jpg)</div><br><div align="center"><strong>Autumn</strong></div><br><br><div align="center">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/thumb/2/2b/AL-4-1077.jpg/180px-AL-4-1077.jpg)</div><br><div align="center">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/thumb/8/8f/E-511-SIMONE.jpg/180px-E-511-SIMONE.jpg)</div><br><div align="center">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/c/c7/Images_%289%29.jpg)</div><br><div align="center"><strong>Costume</strong></div><br><br>For a month straight, Autumn had done nothing but work nonstop on several murder cases for the New York City Police Department. It seemed that some nut....a mutant killer, none the less was a stray canon running loose about the city killing young innocent mutants that had yet to fully develop their powers.....and it seemed the more they tried to catch up with him or her...the more he or she was two steps ahead of them...leaving them with nothing but a trail of young dead mutants behind.<br><br>God, how the cases were really starting to get to her. Not only because she was a mutant herself, whom was keeping a secret of her own...but whomever was doing the killing was a heartless and brutal bastard, not even caring that these children had a lot of life left to live. For God's sake they probably didn't even know what the hell had hit them. They were just hitting their teens, dealing with teenage stuff while finding out about these abilities they couldn't control or understand. It had to be scary as hell. <br><br>After all she knew what it was like to be a teenager with a power so strong she couldn't control it. Then to know that the friends you had....were no longer your friends....it was devastating. She had seen it many times with other children in her school.<br><br>Then of course there were your parents to deal with. Thank God she had parents that were loving and supporting, not caring that she was a freak....but other children didn't have that. Most of the time when people found out they were thrown out on the streets like common dogs. God, life could be so brutal sometimes!<br><br>Now to know that there is some nut out there targeting young mutants....it just added extra stress for them poor teenagers....and for her....it just added more migraines, late nights, nightmares, and insomnia of a life that could have been hers and a reality she needed to stop before anymore children died.<br><br>~~~~~<br><br>After spending hours upon hours working non stop in her lab, along side her coworkers and them damn assholes from the precinct, Autumn decided she needed a night to herself. After all it was a Friday night and it had been a long time since she had gone out anywhere to mingle with people other then the people she worked with. It would be fun for her. A night to let her hair hang down. Not to mention it might help her clear her mind for awhile so she wasn't staying awake most the night, having nightmares of young innocent mutants being gutted and torn apart. <br><br>Yes, this is what she needed and after a few moments of convincing herself that, she told Laura and Michael she was taking a night to herself and going clubbing before taking her lab coat off and leaving it on the back of her chair and walking out for the rest of the night.<br><br>~~~~~<br><br>After going home and taking a nice long hot bubble bath with vanilla scented oil, Autumn, spent the next two hours on herself, painting her nails with black nail polish, placing a darker shade of make up on her and curling her long red hair into thick curls and pinning it up in a bun while letting some of the softer curls fall down around her pale face. <br><br>It had been a long time since she had spent this kind of time on herself and again it was something that was long over do and something she deserved.<br><br>Autumn was quite the beauty with her red hair, pale skin, freckles, and perfect body but what stood out the most was her piercing green eyes. They practically shined like jewels, which was unusual for a "human"...but then again...she wasn't human now was she? <br><br>To bad she couldn't walk around in all her glory with her wings exposed as well. Otherwise, people would know how beautiful she actually was...but just like every other mutant, she had to hide what she was....and hiding was no fun. Especially, when so many people hated you and would rather kill you then get to know you.<br><br>Shaking, the depressing thoughts from her brain as she thought back on her work, she quickly finished her make up before taking a bottle of vodka out of her vanity drawer and taking a quick swig in hopes of relaxing and forgetting for a few hours before sliding it back in her hiding place.<br><br>With everything finished, Autumn went into her walk in closet and began going through her sexy lingerie, picking through what she thought would be the naughtiest outfit for her evening out at one of New York City's dirtiest clubs. Fingering, through her lace, latex, and leather outfits, she finally picked out a tight leather provocative teddie decorated with silver studs and zippers that she quickly slipped into before stepping into her thigh high, high heeled leather boots. <br><br>After getting her outfit and boots on she finally finished everything off with a black leather collar that had "BITCH" spelled out in silver studs and a leather crop that fit nicely in her right hand.<br><br>Picking,up a long black trench coat and putting it on to hide her sexy outfit until she got to the club, she grabbed her purse and left her condo, locking it tight before going into the garage and climbing in her candy apple red Dodge Charger and leaving for the night.<br><br>~~~~~~<br><br>One Leg Up Nightclub was a members only club. You either had to be a couple or a single woman to get in and she was definitely a single woman. Maybe she should have been ashamed of coming to a place like this but she wasn't. What she did on her time off was her business and no one else's. Besides, she deserved to have a little fun after working her ass off for the past month...and damn it, she had payed over 300 dollars to be a part of this exclusive club and she would be damned if she wasn't going to take advantage of it. Hell, she took a physical and had a background check just so they knew she was clean but mentally stable as well. So, there was no way in hell she wasn't going to have fun when she had paid damn good money for it.<br><br>Also, there was the little fact that she loved being able to look at the half dressed women that came into the club by themselves or with their husbands. Hell, some were even dressed more scantily then she was. Some not dressed at all....including men.<br><br>There were some that were on leashes while some of the women had their husbands as the submissive bitch. In either case there was all kinds of fun for everyone and it didn't really matter what kink you were into as long as you never talked about what happened inside...outside....and if you were good and faithful, you would sometimes get private invites to other parties that singled out your fetishes for more pleasure. It was a win, win situation if you played your cards right and if you were a good little bitch.<br><br>~~~~~<br><br>Her body swayed back and forth against a delicious naked male that was built like a brick shit house. He was tall and muscular with hair as black as night and skin that had been kissed by the sun, from a trip he and his wife had just been on.&nbsp; His name was Marcus...or was it Michael? Whatever it was he was definitely hot and his wife was just as beautiful. Not only did she have a sweet heart shaped ass but her breasts were just the perfect size. By the looks of it a C cup but what did she know since the woman wasn't wearing a top, only a pair of red silk panties that she could tell by her heightened senses were getting soaking wet from all of the grinding the three of them were doing as they danced?<br><br>Yes, this is what she needed. To let go and have fun. Maybe even get laid in one of the private rooms before leaving there that night.<br><br>Feeling, the man pull her closer to his chest, he bent down and began kissing and nipping the soft flesh in between her neck and shoulder while his wife moved closer and unzipped one of the zippers that was keeping her breasts hidden from sight. Gasping, at the cool air hitting her erect nipple, Autumn, glanced down at the woman as she leaned down and began flicking her tongue across the sensitive nub. Damn, she was good and with the way her hot flesh was responding she knew that it would end up being a very long night.<br><br>With her not able to wait any longer and not wanting to share their experience any longer with the people around them, Autumn pulled the couple toward the back of the club and found them an empty room where they could spend the next several hours drinking shots and devouring each other from head to toe.<br><br>~~~~~<br><br>Around 5 in the morning, Autumn emerged from the back room, flustered, flushed, satisfied, and a little bit drunk but fine none the less. There were people still out on the dance floor dancing and making out but she knew they only had another hour to go before the place shut down and everyone had to leave until later that evening.<br><br>So, deciding on getting her satisfied and happy ass out of there for now, she grabbed her purse and trench coat, slinging it over her shoulder before leaving the club and walking out into the early morning air.<br><br>~~~~~<br><br>As Autumn walked back to her car, her hips swayed in a way they hadn't in a very long time. For the first time in a long time she was relaxed and now she could go home and possibly get some much needed sleep before going back tonight and having a little more fun before Monday arrived...because once Monday arrived her life would return back to normal and she would have to go back to being her normal boring self.<br><br>Unlocking, the door to her Dodge, she began opening the door when she heard footsteps off in the distance, moving their way into the parking garage. Lifting her nose in the air, she take a gentle sniff of the air, she caught the scent of a man that didn't seem to be of any threat...but smelled damn good none the less.<br><br>Throwing her coat in on the passengers side as she quickly forgot about the other person, since he didn't seem to be a threat, figuring he was just someone who was on their way home, she got in her vehicle and started it up, hoping that once she got home she would have a peaceful and blissful sleep.......
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				Title: <strong>Re: You Shouldn't Play With Fire (TamaRose &amp; DominantPoet)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DominantPoet</strong> on <strong>11-04-2014, 10:56:43</strong>
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				<div align="center">(http://bocaberta.org/wp-content/uploads/2009/05/wolverine_by_mijka.jpg)</div><br>New York was one of those cities that wasn't overly great for him to come to. His heightened senses meant he could smell everything and hear more than he cared to, all the time. The smells of those on the streets, alcohol everywhere (which drove him particularly crazy since his healing ability meant he wasn't capable of getting drunk), drugs, sex. And the exhaust of all the vehicles....it was like walking through a smelting plant for him. <br><br>But there was a killer loose within the city. Xavier had picked up on it. Whoever it was, was targeting mutants. Seemed most, if not all of them, were teenagers, young adults. Either just coming into the knowledge of being a mutant or not even aware yet. Life robbed from them far earlier than it should have been. <br><br>Logan had been recuperating from a recent battle that had took a bit of a toll on him. Getting most of his body blown off tends to have that affect. Xavier had asked Summers to look into this, but him and Jean had been planning some time away for awhile apparently so he told Logan to take care of it instead. That heated things up a bit between them as usual. Not like them not speaking when he left the mansion was anything different however. <br><br>Besides, he'd healed up and was back up to snuff. And he'd likely track whoever this was down faster than Summers anyway. <br><br>Having arrived a day ago, he'd been looking into what the police knew so far, getting a few of his buddies on the police force to help him with intel. He'd gone to the previous crime scenes, seen what he could sniff out and had caught hold of a few scents. <br><br>The one he was hunting out tonight was apparently spending his evening at a place called One Leg Up. Judging from the clientele going into the door as he watched from the rooftop above it, seemed to be an S&amp;M joint. Real privileged one too, didn't seem to be letting the general riff raff in, only those in upscale clothes and what not. <br><br>He waited on the rooftop most of the night, staying in the shadows, watching the doors. No sightings of this suspect he was trailing, if the guy was here, he'd gone in before Logan got here and was enjoying himself quite a bit. It was nearly 5 by the time he figured this might be a dead end for now. But he'd head down and get his way into the club, see what he could fish out for now at least. He'd been sitting here long enough waiting for some sign. Time to make one of his own. <br><br>It's not often that someone gets up on him without him knowing. It's near impossible to hide your scent at least, and being quiet enough to not alert his hearing was something you'd have to train for years to be able to do. But the punch was real enough, and strong too. It was enough to knock him down to the ground. <br><br>Growling, he moved to push himself up yet didn't get the chance. Whoever it was, was quick. And strong. Grabbed him and hoisted him into the air and then threw him forward off the roof. Logan tried to get a look as he fell, but there wasn't enough light. The scent from the guy was the one he'd found at the scenes though....how the hell did he see him on the roof? And how long had he known he'd been there? <br><br>If anything, Logan was more pissed the guy made him wait all night there like an idiot. The car he fell onto was crushed pretty good from the hood into the engine. The front tires blew out, the windows front and front side windows smashed out. Having a very dense metal plastered to your skeleton will do that. <br><br>He was knocked out for a few seconds, coming to and shaking his head of the grogginess. It would last for fifteen seconds. Standing up beside the car, he looked up and saw a redheaded woman sitting in the seat. The engine was sputtering, she must have just been starting it up and heading out. <br><br>She was quite beautiful, well built. Her attire showed she'd obviously been in the club there. He'd seen her come out while he was getting up, but hadn't paid her much mind. She smelled of booze and a lot of sex. The collar with the word bitch in bold letters on her neck gave him a small chuckle as he asked her "You all right lady? You hurt?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: You Shouldn't Play With Fire (TamaRose &amp; DominantPoet)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TamaRose</strong> on <strong>13-04-2014, 03:22:39</strong>
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				Autumn, had just turned her radio on and began listening to some rock music when she felt and heard something come crashing down upon her car. Looking, up from her radio as "Bringing Sexy Back" by Justin Timberlake filled the air, she stared up at the man lying on the hood of her car, injured and what she thought was dead, and wondered what the hell was going on, where he had came from, and who the hell would do something so terrible to a man that probably didn't deserve it.<br><br>With still being shaken and stunned from the incident that had just occurred, Autumn, sat there...just staring at the unconscious man until she saw him "wake up" and move from atop her car. Not until hearing his voice coming from beside her car though, did she finally break from her trance like state and look over at him while giving him a slight scowl while kicking her bent door open and climbing out, allowing the strange man to see her in her full attire as she sized him up as if she were ready for a fight.<br><br>"No. I am not hurt. Although, I was a little worried about you when you first fell. Still...as I stand here looking at you, you are not injured...are you? <br><br>I mean after a hell of a fall like that you should be dead....or at least be bleeding badly with crushed bones and unable to move. Yet, you aren't. What and who are you and tell me why I shouldn't try and kill you right now?<br><br>....and don't try anything stupid because I am not afraid of you nor am I someone who doesn't know how to have a good fight!"<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: You Shouldn't Play With Fire (TamaRose &amp; DominantPoet)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DominantPoet</strong> on <strong>13-04-2014, 22:24:24</strong>
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				Putting his hand to his head as his body began to quickly and methodically repair the damage to him internally and what cuts and bruises he had from the fall, he pushed past the girl and switched the radio off and then breathed a small sigh of relief. <br><br>"Don't put that on again" he half growled at her. Cracking the bones in his back, he looked up at the rooftop to see if perhaps whoever it was that had gotten the drop on him was standing on the side to look down at his handiwork. No such luck. Logan tried sniffing the air for any hint of the scent of his assailant, and oddly enough it seemed to have disappeared. It lingered slightly up by the roof but that was it. His scent was there when he was, gone now....maybe this killer was a teleporter. <br><br><em>"Wouldn't that just be great?"</em> he thought to himself. <br><br>Growling a bit unhappily, he looked back down at the woman who had was being demanding with her questions to him. Closing his right fist, he popped his adamantium claws and grinned at her. <br><br>"You're welcome to try, though you might find it a lot more difficult than you imagine. I don't die easy." he stated as he retraced the claws back up into his hand. Pulling out a cigar, he put it in his mouth and pulled out his lighter, flicking it open and lighting the end. Taking in a fairly long and drawn out breath, he closed his eyes and then breathed out the calming smoke. <br><br>"My names Logan. I'm a mutant. Anything else you want to know "bitch"? referring to the collar around her neck in a subtle jab for hostility towards him. Even though he had crushed her car, it wasn't his fault nor his intention. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: You Shouldn't Play With Fire (TamaRose &amp; DominantPoet)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TamaRose</strong> on <strong>13-04-2014, 23:49:50</strong>
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				"What, don't like Justin Timberlake?," she asked haughtily after having him turn her radio off before standing in front of her again as if he were the big bad wolf and she were this prey. <br><br>Watching, as the man <em>popped</em> his claws out from his hand, she looked at him with an arched eyebrow before again answering him quite smugly, amused that he would think she would be intimidated when in fact she was but did her best not to show it. "Macho, much?<br><br>Also, don't think I wouldn't give my best shot at melting the flesh from your body, given half the chance. I am not a little girl who plays with Barbie dolls. I grew up and worked with boys most of my life."<br><br>Turning, around as if the man behind her didn't matter at the moment, she walked over to her car and grabbed her cell phone and began making a quick call to a friend of hers to have her car towed, since it was completely totaled and could no longer be driven. "Yeah, I was in a little fender bender Mike. Can you pick my car up. I made it as far as the club.<br><br>Yeah, you know which one. Thanks Mike.<br><br>...and Mike. Can you deliver the red Durango to the house if it is done being inspected? Thanks!"<br><br>After hanging up from her phone call, Autumn grabbed her trench coat, purse, and anything else of great importance and stepped back out of the car before walking back over to the strange man who was now engrossed with smoking a huge thick cigar. "Well, since your heavy ass smashed my car I guess I will be taking a cab home. It was a real treat meeting you Mr. Logan but I really have to get home. <br><br>Oh, and by the way, only the privileged gets to call me <em>Bitch</em>. Try and remember that <em>lap boy</em>." <br><br>Again, turning her back on him, she left the parking garage and made her way out into the early morning streets of New York and began hailing herself a cab.
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				Title: <strong>Re: You Shouldn't Play With Fire (TamaRose &amp; DominantPoet)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DominantPoet</strong> on <strong>14-04-2014, 00:26:27</strong>
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				Logan didn't pay her words much mind, giving her grunts mostly in reply to anything she asked him or said to him. He kept glancing up at the roof top he'd been thrown off and keeping his nose open for the scent to see if he could pick it up again as she grabbed her phone and called someone named Mike. <br><br>When she mentioned having a Durango delivered to the house, the thought crossed his mind that perhaps this was just some snooty, spoiled little rich girl. It would make sense with with she was, rebelling against the world or what not while her family made her do whatever to stay afloat in the family fortune. But the way she handled herself, didn't match up entirely to that theory. <br><br>He gave a small chuckle at her comment about lap boy, and proceeded to hop over her car while stabbing his claws down through her radio. As he landed on the other side, he tossed the now nearly gone cigar to the ground and muttered "No, I'm not one for that kind of music lady. Just be careful tonight, yeah? I'm sure you've heard of that serial killer that's been hunting down mutants"<br><br>Her crack earlier about melting the flesh from his body, that's not something any normal person would have said. If the guy whose scent he'd picked up at the crime scenes had been hanging around here, perhaps she was the next target for this guy. As she made her way out into the morning streets, Logan made his way back up to the rooftops and decided to trail her and see where she lived. She could be bait for now since she got on his nerves, and he could see if this killer might happen to show up again. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: You Shouldn't Play With Fire (TamaRose &amp; DominantPoet)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TamaRose</strong> on <strong>15-04-2014, 02:03:36</strong>
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				When the gentleman mentioned about staying safe for the night, she felt bad for the way she had handled things. After all he had just fallen on top of her car and crushed the damn thing while almost killing himself. Granted he was a mutant and he had proven that by healing right in front of her but that didn't mean it hadn't hurt like hell.<br><br>Then again he had called her a bitch with a hint of hostility in his voice, which completely pissed her off. It didn't help that he had killed her radio after smashing her car with his hard ass either. What a pompous ass he was. Still, it didn't mean she didn't have a heart or a conscious....sometimes more conscious then anything but it was always there, gnawing at the back of her brain like a parasite, making her do stupid shit she wished she could just ignore.<br><br>Ready, to bite her tongue and go back and apologize, she turned around right after hearing him mention something about the serial killer...and he was gone. <em>Where the hell did he go?</em> <br><br>As she looked around she couldn't figure out where the hell the crafty bastard had went. It made her a little nervous....one, because there was a serial killer on the loose, killing mutants but it made her wonder if he couldn't be a suspect as well, seeing as he could disappear and hide without any complications. Whatever the case may be she better keep her guard up because now she wasn't seeing the odd man's fall on her car as an accident anymore. Someone was either following Logan or her...or maybe it was Logan that was following her.<br><br>A little....or a lot unnerved by the whole thing, she walked back out, leaving the garage once more, and hailed a cab to go back to her condo where she would be a little safer then what she was at the moment.<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/8/8c/Living_room.jpg)</div></div><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/a/a8/BedroomM.jpg)</div></div><br>The sun was just starting to come up by the time she entered her condo and locked the door. It had been a long time since she actually got to enjoy the sun peaking through her windows. Usually, she was so busy with work or something else that she didn't get to enjoy the simpler things in life. Yet, this was the life she had chose and she had to accept all of the other things that went with it, like living in a big city with lots of noisy people, crime out the ass, and a life that was on constant fast forward.<br><br>Yes, there were many things she enjoyed about New York City but she really wished she had a log cabin somewhere, where she could get away for awhile. Maybe a week or two. That's all she really needed. Just sometime alone in a country setting, near a nice lake and nothing but quite surrounding her. All except for the animals that is.<br><br>In either case she really needed to get away. She missed the starlit nights and sleeping in, in the morning....or going for an early morning swim and going to bed early and snuggle under a warm blanket.<br><br>---<br><br>After setting her house alarm for fear of someone breaking in after everything that had happened to her that morning, Autumn walked further into the house and began stripping her clothes off, letting her boots and choker near the coffee table while taking and throwing her washables in the washer to do later. When done she walked into the bathroom and began the bath water, pouring vanilla scented bubble bath in while, letting it fill to the rim before turning it off.<br><br>Then climbing up in, she carefully sat down in the hot water and leaned back in the tub as she turned the radio on to something a little more relaxing...
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				Title: <strong>Re: You Shouldn't Play With Fire (TamaRose &amp; DominantPoet)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DominantPoet</strong> on <strong>15-04-2014, 02:40:00</strong>
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				Logan trailed her along the rooftops through the city after she got into the cab all the way back to her condo. That was one of the good things about New York, easy to get around for anyone that was capable of jumping far enough and also had handy claws to scale walls and what not. Although the down side was that it did make him a bit envious of that annoying wall crawlers abilities. He started to think that he should have brought some kind of flying craft from the mansion that was capable of getting around the city instead of flying here. <br><br>When the cab did finally stop, the complex she apparently lived in seemed to be a pretty upscale and nice place. His initial assumption about her seemed to be getting more spot on in his head. <br><br>Although security for places like this was usually fairly good, it was never without its flaws. Besides, there was nothing a good elbow to the head and taking a guards uniform wouldn't fix when it came to sneaking into a building like this. It was just a matter of listening into the lunch room for a few moments and finding out which one was not exactly the most upstanding guy. The uniform he'd taken and the guy who was now unconscious and tied up/gagged in a utility closet was cheating on his wife with the babysitter. <br><br>Since he hadn't seen where she'd gone once she got into the building, he had to go floor by floor and sniff out her scent. It took awhile as she ended up being quite high up. He cursed himself for not starting from the top and working his way down. <br><br>When he did finally find her scent once more, it wasn't just hers that seemed to be in there. It was faint, she seemed to be taking a bath with a lot of vanilla scented soap, which made it easier to catch the other distinct smell within there. <br><br>Adamantium claws through the wooden door and smashing through what remained, he barged in head first hoping to catch this guy in the act and get a glimpse of their face at the very least. Unfortunately all he caught a glimpse of was a puff of black smoke evaporating into nothingness. <br><br>Standing in the middle of her apartment, he sniffed around in the air, trying to see if he could catch it again somewhere on the same floor or out in the hallway perhaps. He turned around a few times, letting his animal instincts take over for a brief moment to heighten them. <br><br>Good news was, for the moment at least, whoever this was seemed to have been scared off. Bad news was that they'd gotten away. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: You Shouldn't Play With Fire (TamaRose &amp; DominantPoet)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TamaRose</strong> on <strong>15-04-2014, 03:40:03</strong>
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				Autumn was starting to doze off when she was startled awake by the sound of her front door being broken down. Practically, killing herself to get out of the slippery, wet tub, she grabbed a large blue towel and wrapped it around her body before getting her 9mm hand pistol from the bathroom closet and slowly making her way out into the living room, where she saw none other then the man that had crashed her car in the parking lot downtown earlier this morning.<br><br>Slightly, frightened because she was thinking he was the nut job that was killing other mutants....yet, pissed off because he kept ruining her expensive possessions, she pointed the small gun at him while letting a small growl escape her lips in annoyance.<br><br>"You have to be kidding me. Please, someone tell me this is a fucking joke. Seriously? You crash my fucking car, follow me home and then break into my apartment. What kind of fucked up sicko are you anyway? Better yet, give me one damn good reason as to why I should not call the precinct and have you fucking arrested? Now talk pretty boy or I will have your ass in a sling!"
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				Title: <strong>Re: You Shouldn't Play With Fire (TamaRose &amp; DominantPoet)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DominantPoet</strong> on <strong>15-04-2014, 03:50:57</strong>
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				This wasn't entirely unexpected to Logan, although he wasn't exactly anticipating her being in nothing but a towel. Though it was more covering than what she had on before.<br><br>He continued to sniff at the air for a moment, not acknowledging her. When he couldn't catch any trace of the scent, he huffed in a rather annoyed tone and looked at her. His body face mostly away from her, his head only turning towards her. <br><br>"Now look lady, this ain't what it looks like. There was someone else in here not a minute ago, a teleporter. I wasn't the only one that followed you home. You had a tail since the club earlier this evening. The guy managed to sneak up on me, which makes more sense now, and is the reason your car is scrap right now"<br><br>He turned then and began to move towards her, not flinching, not showing any sign of fear of the gun pointed right at him. <br><br>"If you want to shoot that gun at me, you best be prepared for the results of doing so. I ain't the bad guy here, I'm trying to look out for you. Now you....you're talking like you're a cop. If that's so, you've obviously heard about the serial killer targeting mutants in the city. Whoever it is is the one who was after you tonight. My best guess is you've been ruffling somebody's feathers somehow in trying to track this guy down, so now whether you like it or not, it's a good thing I'm here. So you'd best calm the hell down before we got two tempers flaring out of control here, understand woman??"<br><br>He stood right before her now, just an inch away from where she was holding the gun out. There wasn't time for a whole of talking at the moment, so if she was going to shoot him, he wanted to hurry it along and get it over with and get all the aggression out so she would begin to listen to some reason and hopefully they could get some kind of confab going and maybe he could find out some vital information about this killer to get back on his trail again. And the sooner, the better. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: You Shouldn't Play With Fire (TamaRose &amp; DominantPoet)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TamaRose</strong> on <strong>16-04-2014, 03:12:39</strong>
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				He was a brute. He was a jerk and most of all he was an ass. Yet, as she stood there with the gun pointed at his chest while staring into his blue ocean like eyes, she couldn't say that what he had just spoken wasn't the truth. True, she may not have only met him for the second time but the one thing she could tell about him, is that he wasn't lying.<br><br>Letting, a loud sigh escape her lips, Autumn let her arm drop so the gun was no longer pointing at Logan's chest. Running, a wet hand through her wet, red locks, Autumn turned around and threw the gun on the coffee table before sitting down on the sofa to absorb everything that was going on.<br><br>" Teleporter, huh? No wonder we haven't been able to get anything on him....and no I am not a cop. I am a crime scene investigator.<br><br>Also, my name is Autumn...not woman. I would appreciate it if you used it.<br><br>In either case what do you suggest that we do about this...teleporter since you have been the only one to actually sniff him out?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: You Shouldn't Play With Fire (TamaRose &amp; DominantPoet)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DominantPoet</strong> on <strong>16-04-2014, 03:37:56</strong>
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				"Same thing, isn't it?" he said gruffly as he removed the security guard cap from his head and took off the shirt and reveal his white sleeveless shirt underneath. He'd left his jacket downstairs, he'd have to retrieve that before leaving. <br><br>"Well, given the nature of teleporters lady, it's likely whoever this is isn't done here tonight. He wouldn't have been showing up here or been tracking you down earlier if he didn't think you were onto him in some way, and whoever this is clearly wants to keep their tracks covered as much as possible." he said quickly, standing by the large windows overlooking the city below. <br><br>"And how the hell does a crime scene investigator afford such a nice view like this in New York City...." he started and then was interrupted by the plum of black smoke returning just outside of the window and their killer smashing forward and giving him a good kick in the chest. Logan went flying back and due to the weight of the adamantium and his own body in general, proceeded to crash through her kitchen and the wall out into the hallway. The force of the kick along with the blows to his head from smashing through concrete and various other materials disoriented him for a few seconds as he lay on the ground. <br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: You Shouldn't Play With Fire (TamaRose &amp; DominantPoet)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TamaRose</strong> on <strong>16-04-2014, 05:11:54</strong>
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				Autumn, was about to smart off to Logan when out of nowhere there was a puff a smoke outside her window that solidified itself before crashing through her window just to attack Logan...again. Whomever this person was, knew that Logan could sniff his or her sorry ass out, even though <em>it</em> could disappear into thin air and in knowing that it pissed him or her off greatly.<br><br>Something, else she took notice to is that this "person" had no value of a dollar or how hard she had to work to get what she did. Therefore it continually destroyed anything that had to with her house and car.<br><br>What the hell did she do to deserve all of this? All she wanted was a quite weekend away from the case and instead the case came to her, along with a big ass mutant with a cranky, ugly demeanor. This was bull shit.<br><br>Shaking, her head in a mixture of confusion, anger, and frustration, she made her way out to where the mutant was lying and began gently checking him over, even though she knew it would probably take only a few moments to heal on his own. "It seems my life has turned upside down since you have entered it. It also seems that my home is no longer safe...or livable. So, we are going to have to find some place safe where we can talk. I just have to figure out where the hell that place would be because if he or she has been following me like you said, it knows all of my hangouts."
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				Title: <strong>Re: You Shouldn't Play With Fire (TamaRose &amp; DominantPoet)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DominantPoet</strong> on <strong>18-04-2014, 22:25:03</strong>
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				Logan shook his head as he began to come to. Autumn was checking him over and he felt for a brief second like playing dead a bit longer so her hands would be on him more. His vision was still a bit blurry and he was going to be disoriented for about half a minute longer still, but he could hear her no problem. <br><br>"Yeah, sorry about that, although given this mutant knows where you live and can teleport here with apparently no problems, it's safe to say they probably have been following you awhile and know anywhere you would go. Also....ugh, my head....unless he was on some rooftop near here with binoculars, they've probably been here before. Any teleporter I've ever met wouldn't risk teleporting into some place they don't know or can't see....could end up coming out right into a wall or something"<br><br>Sitting up, he looked around through the now gaping hole in her apartment wall, water flying out from the broken pipes and shorted wires sparking everywhere. It didn't look like whoever had kicked him had bothered to stay. <br><br>'Keep your fingers crossed they've worn themselves out. Teleported away from me earlier on the rooftop, then into your apartment and away again, then from who knows where to outside your window while in flight there. Unless he has mutant stamina as well.....they certainly are pretty strong. Felt like I'd been hit by Creed there" as he slowly got to his feet and then shook his head again. Cracking his neck on both sides, he breathed in deeply and look at Autumn, who was still in her towel. <br><br>"Unless you're planning on running around town with just that on, you might want to go grab some clothes while we have the chance here. I still have to pick my jacket back up downstairs here"
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				Title: <strong>Re: You Shouldn't Play With Fire (TamaRose &amp; DominantPoet)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TamaRose</strong> on <strong>20-04-2014, 05:41:09</strong>
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				Forgetting, that she was still wet and in her towel, Autumn stood up carefully and backed away from Logan so he wouldn't see anything she didn't want him to. Then giving him a gentle smile she nodded in agreement about grabbing some clothes so they can leave, figuring she better not only dress but pack a few suitcases after making a few calls to get her condo fixed before it flooded in several feet of water, then get the hell out of there before that bastard came back. <br><br>"Take your time. I won't be able to stay here while the place has holes in it and is flooded with water anyway. Therefore, I will have to make a few phone calls, get maintenance up here to turn everything off and then pay the management to have the damage taken care of.<br><br>After that I will get dressed and then pack a few suit cases. I don't think I will be coming back for awhile. Not only because of the damage but I can't live somewhere I am not safe. If he knows where I live and he has been watching me he will be back. So, there is no point in waiting around here like a sitting duck.<br><br>Shit! I don't know where the hell I am going to go. Oh, well. I guess I can figure that out while I am driving in the jeep. Maybe, even stop and grab some lunch somewhere. I mean...I guess I do owe you a nice lunch after having you save my ass. It's the least I can do. Alright, I will go get around.<br><br>Oh, and hey! Are you good at lying? I am going to have to call the precinct and the lab so they can rope off my condo so no one can come in once the water and shit is shut off. That and they are going to want to go over the place with a fine tooth comb. I have to give them a reason as to why you might have left hair or material from your clothes behind. So, I hope you can keep up with the story I am giving them."<br><br>After making her last comment, Autumn went inside and called for maintenance, telling them to turn off the water to her condo and to touch as little as possible when they came in as not to contaminate the scene of the crime before the cops and her colleagues got there to go over everything in her home.<br><br>Then after telling them she would pay for all of the damage that had been caused, she hung up and called a few people from work and from the precinct, wanting to keep things as low key as possible until she could get her things packed and located to a different residence. When all of that was taken care of, she went into her walk in closet and began getting dressed in a pair of blue jeans, long sleeved brown blouse, and knee length brown leather boots, before finishing it off with an off white scarf, silver bracelet, tan cap and multi-colored purse. <br><br>When she was fully dressed and had as much of her curly red hair tucked under her cap until she could get somewhere to fix it, She began pulling out every suitcase she could and began piling them with shoes, clothes, personal items, and every thing that meant anything to her before closing them up and looking up to find that she had packed almost her whole damn closet with most of her bedroom and bathroom to boot.<br><br>Knowing, she wouldn't be able to carry all of this shit by herself, she yelled for Logan, determined to use her new friends muscle while still making it look good in front of the people she worked along side with. "Logan, sweetie! Can you help me with my luggage. We need to get the jeep packed so we can get going."<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/0/0c/Fall-fashion-outfits-2012-13.jpg)</div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: You Shouldn't Play With Fire (TamaRose &amp; DominantPoet)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DominantPoet</strong> on <strong>21-04-2014, 02:51:03</strong>
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				Logan listened to her prattling on as he walked over to the elevator and hit the down button. Turning around, he leaned back against the wall as he watched her and listened to her, nodding and giving her "Yeah, I agree" faces as she continued on. He was starting to remind him of Jubilee, good kid but like to talk a lot. Although given everything that just happened, it was probably nerves and trying to keep herself calm and occupied. <br><br>After she went in, the elevator showed up and he stepped inside and hit the button for the basement. Pulling out his cell phone, he dialed up the Professor and told him about the situation and what they were dealing with. Teleporters were tricky to track but he asked if perhaps the Professor could try tracking whoever it was down with Cerebro. After he agreed, Logan hung up the phone, not being one for niceties at the moment as Charles started to ask if Logan was all right. <br><br>As the doors opened in the basement, some of the other security staff were preparing to go up and investigate the disturbance that had been reported by others on the same floor (not that Logan imagined there could be many given the space of that apartment) and he was forced to put them all to sleep. Thankfully there were only three of them, not overly strong guys, and didn't carry any weapons worse than a billy club. After putting them together against a wall, he retrieved his jacket and got out of the rest of the uniform, putting his own pants back on as well. <br><br>Walking up the stairs to the main floor, he waited by the elevators for Autumn to come out. As time ticked on, he began to wonder if it had really hit her the severity of the danger she was in. After about 5 minutes passed, he hit the button and took an elevator back up and came out just in time to hear her calling out to him. Walking back in, he saw her with what looked like enough suitcases to store enough clothes for a hundred homeless people. <br><br>He looked at her blankly for a moment, and then grabbed her hand and dragged her forcibly with him, growling "Are you kidding me with this? What if I was wrong, what if they'd regained some strength and come back? What if they're not working alone?" as he hit the button with the side of his fist and the doors re-opened from when it dropped him off just a moment ago. Holding her wrist, he more or less flung her forward into the elevator, moved in and hit the button for the main floor. <br><br>Facing away from her, he shook his head, his hands at his side, clenched firmly and ready for any eventuality. "At least you have wheels, that's certainly going to be a plus since I have no idea what you're capable of and I'm getting tired of hopping around the roofs and what not in this city." <br><br>Turning around as the floors ticked by, he looked her up and down and gave her a satisfactory grin, turning his head back "You look a lot better in actual clothes there Autumn. Hope you're able to survive without all your designer clothes and what not though princess" 
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				Title: <strong>Re: You Shouldn't Play With Fire (TamaRose &amp; DominantPoet)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TamaRose</strong> on <strong>22-04-2014, 01:27:29</strong>
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				Well, so much for her rough around the edges night in shining armor. Turns out he was an arrogant prick with the ways of a neanderthal. Apparently, he had no idea how to treat a lady. Never had she been so manhandled before in her life. She couldn't believe he had just grabbed her in the way that no other man had before...and then to pull her along like a dog on a chain before throwing her in the elevator. Oh, hell no!&nbsp; He didn't own her nor did he know anything about her...and as far as she was concerned he could go straight to hell. <strong><em>Fucking, asshole. Who did he think he was?</em></strong><br><br>Never having been as angry as she was right now, at that moment, she backhanded him with her left hand before coming around with her right and slapping him open handed with the palm of her right hand. <strong><em>Fucking bastard.</em></strong> She would have his dick for this.<br><br>"How dare you? How dare you grab me like that, much less speak to me in that manner? Who the hell do you think you are? Don't you ever fucking grab me like that ever again....got it Rambo? Otherwise you will be a one eyed fucker seeing out your dick hole."<br><br>Hitting, the elevator button, she stopped on the next floor and got off, walking towards the door that said stairways, working her way back up to her condo where she grabbed her purse and car keys before leaving everything else where it lay, figuring she would be back later when the asshole following her wouldn't be with her.<br><br>After making her way back down the stairs and into the parking garage, she made her way to her jeep, determined she wasn't giving him a ride, much less paying for a lunch that wouldn't mean a damn thing to a dick prick like him. So, after throwing her purse onto the passengers side of the jeep, she slid inside on the driver's side and locked the doors before quickly starting her vehicle and ripping out of the garage, burning rubber as she did so.<br><br>Damn it! It had been a long time since someone had infuriated her so much that she almost lost complete control of her powers. She had done so well up until today and then <strong><em>he</em></strong> had to show up. Why now? Why was this happening now? She didn't need this shit. She was already stressed out from her job but to now know she was being targeted by this killer while having to deal with a pumped up steroid asshole, that dared to treat her like she was a three year old....this was unacceptable. She wouldn't have it. She wouldn't have someone ruin all the years of hard work of hiding who she was, just to have it blow up in her face.<br><br>Punching, the steering wheel to only have part of it snap off, she let out a growl of annoyance as billows of steam spilled from her nostrils. She needed time to herself. She needed to get away from Logan and the other man who was following so she could calm down. Otherwise, something really bad was going to happen...and she shuddered at the thought of what that something might be.
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				Title: <strong>Re: You Shouldn't Play With Fire (TamaRose &amp; DominantPoet)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DominantPoet</strong> on <strong>22-04-2014, 16:07:39</strong>
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				Logan was never one for tact, he did what needed to be done and wasn't one to crawl over things most people considered socially unacceptable and rude. He could certainly be rude, pushy, arrogant. She was in danger and had been spending time better used for getting away to pack up all her clothes. But she was letting anger drive her now, and he more than anyone understood how people were like in that state. <br><br>So he went down to the garage and thankfully, he had been right on the money that she would come to the jeep she had mentioned before. Sneaking up to it before she drove off while burning her wheels, he slapped a tracking device onto the bottom of the back of the jeep. <br><br>Watching as she peeled out, he pulled a small device which would track her by satellite wherever she went. He wasn't going to be able to go after her without a vehicle of his own, and since her life wasn't in immediate danger or anything from the looks of it, he didn't just hop into something and hot wire it and go after her. <br><br>Going back up to her condo, he decided to search around her apartment, see if she had brought home any case files or anything that could give him more information on where this killer might hang out or where she might go. As she said, her hideouts were probably useless now, and she might come back here anyways to get her clothes. Logan certainly wouldn't put it past her highness. <br><br>He just hoped it wouldn't have to come down to knocking some sense into her and letting her take out her aggression on him so she would be more reasonable. Whatever she was capable of would probably hurt a lot, and getting his flesh melted off was never a walk in the picnic even though he healed extremely fast from it. Still hurts like a son of a bitch having nerve endings exposed, no matter how short a time it lasts for. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: You Shouldn't Play With Fire (TamaRose &amp; DominantPoet)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TamaRose</strong> on <strong>22-04-2014, 22:21:36</strong>
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				After, Autumn had spent a few hours, just driving around the city until she calmed down, she ended up back at her lab where she spent most of her waking hours since all of the murders had started. Lying her purse down on her desk, she went over to her mini fridge and began rummaging for something to eat. Finding, a half eaten Italian sub and a unopened carton of chocolate milk, she walked back to her desk and sat down where she began slowly eating the two day old sandwich, while going over her files.<br><br>Oldest victim. 18 year old Jane Doe. Raped. Body Beaten and Disemboweled. Head decapitated from the rest of her body. Mutant. (Side note: Must have had some sort of regeneration power or healing factor.)<br><br>Next victim. 17 year old Jane Doe. Incinerated. Mutant. (Side note: Have yet to detect connection to other victims other then for maybe being in the wrong place at the wrong time.)<br><br>Next victim. 15 year old John Doe. Poisoned. Mutant. (Side note: Poisoned by a Puff adder snake. Only found in South Africa.)<br><br>Youngest victim. 13 year old Jane Doe. Limbs and head removed from body. Spread throughout different sections of New York City. Mutant. (Side note: Must have had some sort of regeneration power or healing factor.)<br><br>More. She knew there would be more before he would get caught and she just hated the thought. What bothered her just as much is while she was trying to find this guy and connect the dots with the victims, Logan walked into her life, making it a living hell. She didn't need this. Not now.<br><br>Closing the folder, she slipped it into her purse before making a phone call to a local hotel, setting things up so she could hang her hat somewhere for a few days until she found something different and possibly a little cleaner. Then picking up her purse and her keys, she headed back out, figuring she would head back to her apartment and grab a few dress suits for the work week ahead, and just have the rest of her things delivered to her when she found a more permanent place to lay her head. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: You Shouldn't Play With Fire (TamaRose &amp; DominantPoet)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DominantPoet</strong> on <strong>25-04-2014, 15:21:25</strong>
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				After some hours passed, the tracker beacon Logan was carrying beeped to indicate that she had stopped somewhere finally. Looking it up on the internet, he found it was a police lab. Hopefully she would be safer there for now, as by the time he'd be able to get there it she'd likely be gone. Since this place was trashed and she'd be most likely to come back here anyways, he decided to stay here until then. If whoever this was came back, he'd hopefully he able to pin the son of a bitch to a wall or something. <br><br>Teleportation could be a pain to deal with, although it certainly wasn't impossible. If you were able to catch them off guard and unaware, it was easy to cause them damage. If you could cause enough, or pin them to something, more often than not they were stuck. <br><br>He had their scent, which they must have realized, that's why they attacked him through the window. Even for him, catching scents through walls and glass out of the blue was near impossible. <br><br>Taking his jacket off, he went to lay down on her bed in the bedroom. There wasn't much else he could do right now. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: You Shouldn't Play With Fire (TamaRose &amp; DominantPoet)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TamaRose</strong> on <strong>26-04-2014, 02:52:43</strong>
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				As Autumn drove back to her condo, she couldn't help but let her mind wander from the murders back to the man who had saved her, yet drove her to complete and utter destruction....Logan. Why would he save her just to be an asshole to her? She just couldn't understand it. Yes, he was a mutant but was he also border line psychotic because the way he went from hot to cold was just not normal.<br><br>Although, if she thought good and hard about it, he probably thought the same thing about her. Granted, she wasn't the easiest person to get along with and she got pissed off easily but for the most part she could be a good and kind person. At least when she wanted to be.<br><br>Still, she just couldn't figure Logan out? If he couldn't stand her then why did he keep saving her? Why didn't he just leave? It wasn't like she couldn't take care of herself. Hell, she had done it for this long, so a crazed murderer who was stalking her shouldn't change all of that. After all she was a mutant as well. Something, he didn't need to know....but whatever!<br><br>What did bother her, as she thought back on it, was what he had said to her in the elevator. Why, she didn't know...but it annoyed her...and in fact it hurt. To think that he thought she looked better with clothes on...then off...how could he say such a horrid thing? Was she really that ugly and disgusting to look at? Did he find her appalling compared to other women he had seen?<br><br>Yeah, it had angered her that he had grabbed her and threw her in the elevator but that didn't bother her half as much as what he said. In fact it had stung and she couldn't comprehend why. It wasn't like he had ever been the first person to insult her. Hell, she worked along side the New York Police. She should be used to it. Still, it bugged her.<br><br>As she did her best to not think about the man and what had happened earlier in the day, she parked her jeep outside and locked it before walking in the front door and making her way to the main elevator. Hitting the the button to her floor, she leaned back against the wall and relaxed as the elevator took her to her destination.<br><br>Once she got to the 80th floor and the door had opened, she stepped out and went to her door where she began unlocking it before stepping inside and looking around. Everything was dark except for the city lights shining into her once happy and peaceful home. There was still a big hole in her walls. Water still soaked her floor...and everywhere she could see from where she was standing, she noticed markings and tape where her colleagues and friends had been working on collecting evidence. <br><br>She had never been so violated in her life...and in her mind she knew she would never call this place her home again. Which was bitter sweet, since she loved New York but longed to belong somewhere else, where it was serene and quiet. Oh, well. Maybe this was a sign to better things.<br><br>Pulling, herself from her thoughts and deciding to just leave the lights off, as not wanting to make anyone curious about who was in the condo since she could see in the dark anyway, she made her way into the bedroom only to find Logan making himself quite comfortable in her bed while she was there to gather a little bit of what was left of her life. "Shouldn't you be going back to your own home?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: You Shouldn't Play With Fire (TamaRose &amp; DominantPoet)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DominantPoet</strong> on <strong>30-04-2014, 02:09:05</strong>
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				Logan heard various people coming in and out of the apartment as he slept, not paying them much mind as he remembered Autumn's calls to whoever to fix her place up and what not. Thankfully he was pretty exhausted from the night he'd gone through, and her bed was fairly comfortable as well. He hadn't had any nightmares for awhile, the Professor had altered his mind slight on his behalf so that he didn't wake up and accidentally stab someone due to his dreams. It had happened a few times before and he had finally decided something had to be done. <br><br>As the day passed and night came, he got up a few times to use the bathroom and to see what this woman had to drink as well. Thankfully at least in that area she seemed to have some sense to him.<br><br>The city below grew darker and the lights on the streets and within buildings came to illuminated much of what could be seen. People driving around in their vehicles, just trying to live out their lives and stay out of trouble and not get involved in anything that was occurring around them. Looking out from the window down upon them, Logan envied them sometimes. But only sometimes. <br><br>His life hadn't been the easiest, and it was certainly longer than most so it was full of far more pain than most people would experience in their lifetimes. Raising his right hand up, he cracked his knuckles, hearing the metal covering them snapping against itself and creating a metallic ping along with the normal cracking noise. <br><br>When his thoughts began to drift to Autumn and what had occurred so far, he did feel a bit guilty. She was annoying to him, but she was a good person so far and didn't ask for none of this. He wasn't always the best at making people feel good or being personable. Life had taught him time and again to just keep them and yourself safe as possible, to react as fast as possible before anything bad could happen. In that sense, a flooded apartment with a giant hole in the wall was a lot more favorable than being dead. He just hoped she'd realize that one day. <br><br>Later that night, as he was laying down once more, he heard the door unlock and his eyes instantly opened and he kept his ears and his nose open. Her perfume still clung to her from the other day and it was easy to tell it was Autumn at the door. She left the lights off, and he could hear her footsteps around the apartment and then into her room. <br><br>"Can't darling. Not until this mutant serial killer is found and apprehended or dealt with. Not that it came up before, but I'm here on behalf of Charles Xavier as part of the X-Men. The rest of them are rather busy right now and stuff like this doesn't tend to take high priority for them, so that's why it's just me. Not that any more should be needed mind you" he said with a softer tone than he'd used with her before. Sliding his legs over the side, he sat up and looked over at where she was standing, hard to make her out even once his eyes adjusted to the extremely low light within the room from the city below. <br><br>Realizing it was otherwise pitch black in the room, he chuckled and put his arms on his legs, bending forward a bit and yawning "I'm guessing you can see in the dark. Aside from frying me to a crisp like you mentioned the other day, anything else you're capable of doing? Might help to know since I'm probably going to be stuck around you for awhile"
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				Title: <strong>Re: You Shouldn't Play With Fire (TamaRose &amp; DominantPoet)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TamaRose</strong> on <strong>01-05-2014, 04:18:36</strong>
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				"I am capable of many things Mr. Logan. Although, I highly doubt you will be around me long enough to find any of them out."<br><br>Glancing, over her shoulder, Autumn stared at him for a long moment before turning back around to grab some "essentials" and shoving them in a duffle bag before moving onto her work clothes. "X-Men, huh? I have heard of you. You are a bunch of superhero mutants. So, where is your cape and your outfit? Shouldn't you be in spandex or something?"<br><br>Autumn, continued to look through her clothes, picking out three pants suits, one grey, one blue, and one black, so she would have something she could easily wash at the nearby laundromat while being able to mix and match with a few dress shirts for work, making things a little simpler until she found a new place to live. "No, offense Logan but if you are part of the X-Men you need to be taking care of bigger and better things. I can take care of the smaller things here in the city. Last thing you need to be doing is wasting your time on a serial killer. Besides, I can take care of myself. I am a big girl and don't need anyone playing savior.<br><br>Now, if you will excuse me I have to get going. I just came back for a few things before going back to the hotel.<br><br>After throwing the duffle bag over her shoulder, she laid the suits across her forearm and began walking toward the living room, not really expecting the man to follow her. "Goodnight Mr Logan. Thank you for saving me but now it is time for us to go our separate ways."
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				Title: <strong>Re: You Shouldn't Play With Fire (TamaRose &amp; DominantPoet)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DominantPoet</strong> on <strong>05-05-2014, 17:21:24</strong>
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				She certainly didn't like the idea of him sticking around, though she likely wasn't going to have much choice in the matter. Logan realized he was clearly getting under her skin and at some point this was likely going to become volatile, but that wouldn't stop him from trying to do what was right. Chuckling at her comment about spandex, he stood up and stretched his arms out, yawning rather loudly and for a good long moment. <br><br>Following her as she began to walk towards the living room, he hurried up behind her and took her arm in his hand. <br><br>"Look lady, like I told you, I'm here because of them, or rather because of Charles. If there were bigger things to deal with in the world, they would be doing that anyways. But this is important, and you clearly think it is too. Yeah, you're a big girl, you're all grown up. And I'm not trying to play your savior."<br><br>Watching her intently, he let go of her arm as she stopped walking. If she kept on going, he'd just follow her anyways with the tracker. Since she was his best lead and staying here had not drawn out whoever it was, this would be his next best play. <br><br>"But I'm not going anywhere. Right now you're my best lead to whoever is doing this, so like it or not, I'm going to be around. So I can be around in ways you are aware of, or I can follow you and keep an eye on you and use you as bait until whoever it is attacks you again. I don't much like being stuck around you either so far Autumn, and I know how it is to want to be the lone wolf, believe me. Sometimes letting others into your life is a good idea though"<br><br>His voice didn't have any tone to it this time, not like the ways he'd talked to her before. He stood and waited for whatever she would do, and braced himself for any possible hostile retaliation from her. If she had a temper that was anything like his, it was a pretty possible outcome. Especially since he just realized he'd called her lady again. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: You Shouldn't Play With Fire (TamaRose &amp; DominantPoet)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TamaRose</strong> on <strong>07-05-2014, 00:29:56</strong>
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				She had to say she was quite surprised that he had followed her. Usually, when she brushed someone off they got the point. Although, it seemed with Logan he was going to be a harder egg to crack. For some odd notion that really did not surprise her. In the short time she had known him he was a pain in the ass alpha type male that did what he wanted and she didn't think she could change his mind...even though she would do her best to do so. "Yes, it is important to me Mr. Logan. This is a job I worked my whole life for. This is something I wanted and went to school for. I wanted to help others. You...you are an X-Men....and yes, you are into saving people but you are doing it in a completely different way. That's why I don't understand. You don't need to be here."<br><br>As she spoke, Autumn didn't raise her voice but it did let him know she was full of confusion. Why would a total stranger help her when he didn't even know her but most of all what was in it for him. For her it was the satisfaction of helping families find some kind of peace, while the killer sat behind bars but what could Logan get out of it when he had no real connection?<br><br>Letting, out a small sigh, she turned and looked at Logan in the eyes, allowing him to see her bright green almond shaped dragon eyes. Since he already suspected her to be different there was no point in <em>not </em>showing a little of herself if they were going to be spending a lot of time together. Although, that didn't mean she had to show him anymore then what she just had. "You know you are a real pain in the ass...but if you insist on following me, against my wishes...I would rather know where the hell you are then have you sneaking around in bushes.<br><br>I do ask one thing of you though...and that is because I don't have anywhere else to go. You must be on your best behavior. No, breaking pipes or putting holes in the walls. I already had to pay them a lot of money for this place and if I am putting you up in a separate room, I can't afford much more. So, promise me now you will behave yourself!"
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				Title: <strong>Re: You Shouldn't Play With Fire (TamaRose &amp; DominantPoet)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DominantPoet</strong> on <strong>09-05-2014, 22:01:47</strong>
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				Logan almost chuckled at her words as he listened to her. He may be a complete hard ass, and it used to take more to convince him but he had always been one to stand up against what was wrong and help those who couldn't help themselves. It was usually far more of a bother than he wished it to be and got him into situations he didn't exactly want to be in of course. <br><br>Nodding at her, he said softly "We're similar in a lot of ways I think Autumn" and left it at that. He'd have to show her he was here to help, that he was the same as her even if he had different methods of doing it than most. <br><br>When she turned and looked at him finally, he saw her eyes quite closely for the first time. What with her earlier threat of what she might do to him and now this, he was becoming more curious as to what exactly she was capable of. He also wondered to himself if her eyes were always like that or she could change them at will. Having his skeleton laced with metal gave him some hassles in life of course, mainly whenever he flew anywhere as he had coming here. Once people realized what he was, they of course treated him with contempt mostly mixed with fear. They hated him and didn't want him to exist at all, even if he were to save their lives from some other mutant trying to kill them. <br><br>As she asked him not to break anything else, he balked back a bit and pointed at the hole in her wall "Now wait just a dang minute, that wasn't my fault! I got kicked through that hole but whoever has been chasing you! I realize I've been thrown into your car, and then through your apartment and what not, but...." he sighed as he realized this was probably a fruitless argument anyways. Despite it not being him that directly did it, and the fact he was only trying to save her, he had caused her a lot of monetary damage so far. <br><br>And then he looked at her curiously "You can't afford much...more?" he said in a befuddled tone. Was she not insanely rich? Her lifestyle would certainly suggest as much, but like he'd told himself before, his first assumption of her may be incorrect and it seemed it was with that statement. He quickly shook his head and looked at her apologetically "Sorry, I....forget I said that. I promise I shall do my best to not get thrown around or into or through anything you own from now on. That's the best I can do."<br><br>His tone was straight forward and a bit gruff, but also understanding at the same time. She'd have to take it or leave it for now. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: You Shouldn't Play With Fire (TamaRose &amp; DominantPoet)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TamaRose</strong> on <strong>11-05-2014, 07:16:22</strong>
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				Autumn, couldn't help but laugh at Logan as she got his feathers all ruffled up. From what she could tell they both had bad tempers. That could turn out to be a very bad thing. A lot of butting heads and disagreeing. Something, she wasn't looking to forward to since she had to deal with that shit at work and didn't need it at home but at the same time it could be quite fun and amusing. That is if she didn't push it to far to where he would retaliate in a mean or hateful manner. Still, it was something she could have some fun with. Although, he could use it to his advantage as well, which she wasn't to sure she was happy with.<br><br>As they continued to make their way to her vehicle, Autumn listened carefully as Logan spoke. It wasn't until he said, <em>"You can't afford much...more?"</em>, did she stop and look at him as if he had grown a second head. What was he thinking...that she came from money?<br><br>Thinking, back to earlier in the day when they had their big blow up, she recalled him being pissed off about her packing all of her "designer clothes", instead of getting in the van and leaving as soon as everything had happened....and then him calling her a "princess". It all began to make sense now. He thought she was some spoiled little rich girl who thought more of her things then people.<br><br>Offended, by the thought of him thinking she was a <em>"princess"</em>, but mostly pissed off because he judged her by the way she dressed and didn't want to leave behind the only valuable stuff she had accumulated over the years with her own hard earned money, she gave him a a loud snarl as smoke steamed from her nostrils and her eyes turned to sharp slits, that let him know she was none to happy with what was assumed of her.<br><br>Doing everything she could do to keep herself in control, she let out one more warning growl before forcing herself to turn around and make her way to the jeep before clawing his pretty blue eyes out of his enormous head. "Get in! Buckle up! Don't speak! Understand?"<br><br>After sliding into the drivers side of the jeep, she grasped hard to what was left of her steering wheel from earlier and began taking deep breaths, trying her hardest to calm down. When she was at a point where she knew she wouldn't spit fire from her mouth and torch her whole vehicle with them in it, she glanced out the side of her eyes before looking out the front of the jeep as she started the vehicle. She hoped she could get them both to the hotel alive because at this point she couldn't afford another expense and she didn't want to have to explain a dead mutant with everything else in her life going on. "So! Since you seem to know me so well. Why don't you tell me....more about myself....hmmm? I would so enjoy hearing what you think!"
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				Title: <strong>Re: You Shouldn't Play With Fire (TamaRose &amp; DominantPoet)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DominantPoet</strong> on <strong>13-05-2014, 16:38:34</strong>
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				Sitting in the Jeep next to Autumn, Logan was using all his will power still to keep from grinning. Ever since the moment she'd let herself become visibly annoyed by whatever she had figured out and all through the trip down in the elevator and walking through the parking garage, he'd been able to keep a straight face. It had been extremely hard however. He wanted to laugh at her for losing her temper so visually....after having lived his entire life dealing with it and getting taunted and bickering and poked fun at by others and his friends and team mates, he saw in her what everyone else must see in him and the irony was just hilarious to him. <br><br>Looking over at her as she asked him to explain what he knew about her, he smiled and breathed out and then coughed softly. Nodding his head gently, he looked straight out the window and kept smiling "What I think about you is almost certainly what you think about me. So let me start off with what I know about me"<br><br>Turning his head to watch her as she drove, he didn't expect her to look at him much but he wanted to watch her facial expressions as he explained a great deal of things about himself. He told her about the fact he was far older than he looked, by his estimates probably 80 or so years old. He told her about his mutant power, how he had an advanced healing factor which allowed him to survive anything as long as a single cell of his DNA still existed. Which wasn't too hard given his indestructible skeleton thanks to the adamantium grafted onto it against his will. <br><br>He told her about the fact he had no recollection of much of his life for a good 15 years and the process through which he finally did remember much of it. He told her about the night he realized he had mutant powers and everything that happened when he was only a boy. About how loved ones constantly died around him, and how life had turned him fairly rock hard and seemingly like stone emotionally. He also explained about the berserker rage that was always inside of him, the animal that he had to constantly keep under control. <br><br>He looked out various windows and sighed at various parts but never let up until he had told her everything there was to know about him. By the time he finished and they had arrived, he turned to her and said simply "Whatever I think about you may or may not be right. If I get to know you well enough, I'll know what was right and what was wrong. Whatever is wrong is something that won't stay in my head. If you ever want to tell me anything, by all means. Be who you are and don't apologize for it. Ever" he said gruffly towards her. <br><br>"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: You Shouldn't Play With Fire (TamaRose &amp; DominantPoet)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TamaRose</strong> on <strong>16-05-2014, 02:01:42</strong>
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				Maybe it would have been best she hadn't asked him what he thought of her because he seemed to go on a rampage after that. All she wanted was a straight up and direct answer...not a life story. Therefore, she should have either kept with not asking at all or just ending with, "Don't speak". That way she wouldn't feel like she was being tortured right now.<br><br>"The only think you know for sure...is that I think you are a pain in an ass. An arrogant, self centered, asinine of a jerk, bully, dick, and asshole! Other then that you have no clue what I am thinking of you or about you....unless of course you are a mind reader."<br><br>She didn't like being so cold towards him but after everything she had been through the past two days she didn't really care. Ever since he had entered her life everything had been turned upside down. Everything she had worked so hard for was basically gone. Yes, it was true. She wasn't the happiest where she lived but it was still her home and even though she had simpler and better dreams then living the rest of her life in a huge city, she found a sense of satisfaction at knowing she hadn't taken anything from her parents. Not a lot of people could say that....but she could.<br><br>Still, as she drove through the lit up city she couldn't help but listen in on his story every now and again, almost wondering why he was telling her all of this. His life was sad, horrible even...but why would he tell a total stranger his deepest darkest secrets when they wouldn't be together that long. After all it was only until they caught the killer...right? Whatever the case was, he apparently needed to get it off his chest...if not for himself for her. Although, she couldn't understand why he would care what she thought.<br><br>After pulling into the parking lot of the Hilton, Autumn grabbed her purse and her works suits and walked into the main desk and began making arrangements for the both of them to stay for at least the week until she could find something more satisfactory. After that she walked back over to Logan and gave him his key card before motioning him to follow her up to the elevators.<br><br>"Here is your key card to the suite. You can come and go as you wish. They have a pool, a gym, video arcade, bowling alley...whatever trips your trigger. They have everything here. If they don't...they will get it for you. They even have a laundry room if you need it. Every morning maid service will be here so if you need extra pillows, clean sheets, or whatever...just tell them...they will bring you what you need or want.<br><br>Although, if you have traveled a lot you should know that. I also told them that if you wanted anything to eat at anytime....day or night I would pay for it.<br><br>Now, come on. Follow me to our room. I know it's probably not the best you have ever had but it's a roof over our heads for now until I can figure things out. I had actually thought of getting two single rooms but I figured that wouldn't fly with you since you have insisted on staying close by. So, I got one big room with a king sized bed. I hope that is alright. We both can sleep but have our own space without touching each other.<br><br>After swiping the card, she opened the door to their room and stepped inside, revealing a extravagant room, that one or two people could live in for the rest of their lives. "Oh, and just so you know. I am not avoiding our conversation. I am just tired and would really like a hot shower before climbing in bed. Maybe we or you can tell me more over breakfast!<br><br><div align="center">(http://www.orbitz.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2012/12/InterContinental_New_York_Times_Square_-_Penthouse_LOW.jpg)</div><br><div align="center">(https://encrypted-tbn2.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcT8REuzBaNtSc3jKjDAO8DRkbliSkB3d-RJ2jWjsH61ooRIN1p3)</div>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: You Shouldn't Play With Fire (TamaRose &amp; DominantPoet)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DominantPoet</strong> on <strong>20-05-2014, 21:29:42</strong>
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				Logan smirked and was half tempted to tell her he was a mind reader just to see what kind of look would come across her face. Everything he'd told her might sink in later on, he didn't think it would all right now given her state of mind however. Down the road however, whatever did manage to get through may help. <br><br>Taking his key card from her, he was a bit surprised at everything a place like this had in this day and age. Maybe he'd have to get sent to New York some more. And then she pointed out that she was paying for whatever food he wanted day or night, and he just gave her a slightly confused but grateful look none the less. <br><br><em>"Sleeping in the same room together, hmmm? Interesting"</em> he thought as she told him about her thoughts and what she ultimately settled on. He really wouldn't have minded separate rooms, it probably would have worked out better like that for them on a personal level, however he eventually realized that if she was attacked it would likely require him to do more damage and he wanted to at least try to avoid that at all costs. He was quite thankful he'd gotten his night rages under control for the most part however. Didn't want to accidentally stab her in her sleep or anything. <br><br>"That's fine, I should warn you though I can be a bit of a tosser some nights. And no worries, things can be talked about when they need to be. Just take care of yourself, you'll probably need your strength the longer this gets dragged out" he said as they entered the room and he looked around. He was fairly worn out himself, probably due in part to going through everything that he'd been through with her. Talking about all of that always took a toll on him, that's why he didn't bother to do it much unless he felt it was really needed. <br><br>Stripping down to naught but dark blue boxers, he climbed into the bed and hoped the frame was fairly sturdy. After all, he did weigh a lot more than most normal people, even people three times his actual size. But he generally didn't run into that problem so he didn't give it much of another thought as he laid down and closed his eyes, sighing deeply as he began to drift to sleep with the scents wafting from the bathroom filling his nose and lungs as he did. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: You Shouldn't Play With Fire (TamaRose &amp; DominantPoet)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TamaRose</strong> on <strong>29-05-2014, 05:04:32</strong>
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				After Logan had gone to bed, Autumn took full benefit of the jacuzzi tub, adding vanilla scented oil to her bath water before lighting the white candles that surrounded the edges before turning off the lights and turning on the radio to an all classical station. After everything was ready for her to enjoy, she slipped out of her work clothes and climbed in the tub, leaning back against the edge, allowing the jets do the work while she fell into a beautiful trance as the music took her to a place she hadn't been in a very long time....home!<br><br>After spending an hour alone, thinking of happier times in her life, she groggily got out of the tub and turned the jets off before letting the water out of the tub and drying off. Once dry, Autumn slipped into a pair of white boy shorts and matching tank top before outing the candles and turning off the radio and walking into the bedroom, feeling more human then what she had in the past two days.<br><br>After walking over to the window and looking out over the city, she pulled the shades shut and walked over to her side of the bed, where she sat down on the edge and sighed. She was so fucking tired but she was sure her sleep would be filled with less then happy dreams. All the children that had been killed by that mad man had been nothing but a source of her thoughts since day one when she found the first victim. Maybe tonight would be different. Then again she highly doubted it.<br><br>Looking, over at a sleeping and lightly snoring Logan, she snorted softly before lying down on top of the blankets and letting her head hit the pillow, quickly falling asleep herself.
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				Title: <strong>Re: You Shouldn't Play With Fire (TamaRose &amp; DominantPoet)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DominantPoet</strong> on <strong>02-06-2014, 04:01:28</strong>
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				As sleep crept over him, Logan was rather peaceful for a few hours. As the early hours of the morning began to creep up but before the sun would rise itself out over the horizon, he began to become troubled by the dreams that seeped through the locks that had been put into his mind. <br><br>They were quick flashes at first, of a cabin in the middle of a snowy woods in Alberta. The place where a past love of his had been slaughtered by Sabretooth....except it wasn't her that he was worried for. For whatever reason, it was Jean he was trying to reach, her that was in the cabin. He felt an overwhelming need and desire to get there and save her from some unknown threat. <br><br>In the bed, he began to toss and turn his head, his hands clawing softly at the sheets covering their bodies. He then began to shift from side to side, softly at first but then a bit more immediately. <br><br>In the dream, he would get to the cabin door and there would be nothing inside as he rushed in. Nothing but blackness, an empty void and he began to fall down he knew not where. Growling, he popped his claws and prepared to land down on whatever he may end up doing so on. And then he was laid outside in the rain, and as he sat up he looked down at his hands and blood was covering them, as well as his claws. Looking over to his right, he slowly eyed up the woman laying next to him, not wanting to see who it was but eventually his eyes crossed up to the face and saw that of Jean. <br><br>He sat up straight in the bed, reaching out and crying out for her. Not fully realizing he was awake as the room was fairly dark, he looked to his right and grabbed Autumn and began to shake her as he cried out "Jean!! Jean!! Please be all right, please!! I didn't mean to, I didn't!! I'm sorry....I don't know what happened!"
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				Title: <strong>Re: You Shouldn't Play With Fire (TamaRose &amp; DominantPoet)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TamaRose</strong> on <strong>05-06-2014, 23:01:20</strong>
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				Autumn had been sleeping soundly for the first time in months when she felt someone shaking the hell out of her. Thinking, she was being attacked, since it was dark and she was slightly confused by her surrounding, she began struggling and fighting against her "intruder" until she heard a familiar voice screaming "Jean". <br><br>Not knowing who Jean was but knowing the voice was coming from a very upset Wolverine, she reached up and began brushing the side of his sideburns, trying her best to calm him down as she gently and softly spoke to him in a low voice. "Shhh, Logan. It's me Autumn. It's alright. It was only a bad dream. Open your eyes and look carefully. Listen to my words. I'm not Jean...whomever Jean is. <br><br>It's Autumn. We are at the hotel. You saved me...remember? It's alright. Just relax. It was all just a very bad dream."
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