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Letting Down the Claws; [OPEN]
Topic Started: Jul 30 2007, 11:39 AM (430 Views)
Wolverine
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“I’ll have a beer,” came the deep voice, the bartender looking up and smiling. “Ah, Logan, long time no see. How ya doing?” From the look of deep content and happiness that soon reflected on the feral mutant’s face and in his eyes, Bartender William, Will or Willy, as most called him, deduced he’d been doing pretty damn well since the last time he saw him. “May I ask what’s given ya a look I rarely see on that face of yours?”

Logan looked straight at him, figuring Willy was probably expecting him to say no, however, one word, or name, left his mouth, “Mina,” and immediately, Willy just knew something more had become of those feelings the Wolverine had for the pretty lady. “Ah, tell me all,” Willy urged, as he leaned over closer, pushing a pitcher of beer towards the man.

“I ain’t tellin yer all, but I will say tha two of us have finally gotten…” he paused, grinning. “Let’s just say I’ll never forget tha first time I kissed her… ever.”

“Well, well, seems the Canadian finally got up the guts to tell her how he’s been feeling for so long, huh?” Willy more stated than asked. “So, at this stage, how far has it gone?” and straight away he regretted asking the question, the warning look on Logan’s face informing him that question was going a little too far. Their acquaintance friendship didn’t go beyond the less intimate details.

Holding up his hands and stepping back, eyes widening a little at the low growl now emanating from Logan’s chest, Willy said, “Hey, sorry man, didn’t mean to intrude. You know me, I like to know things, and working here gives me ample opportunity to learn all the nitty gritty details about every customer willing to spill them.”

“I ain’t one of those customers, Will,” Wolverine answered, calming down a little, realising the man didn’t mean anything by it; he was just overprotective much of the particular lady of the conversation. The bartender just nodded, “Yeah, again, sorry, I’ll leave ya to it. Just holler if ya want another,” motioning to the beer, Willy then turned, heading off to serve someone else.

Swerving in the stool, Logan took in the sights and scents of Harry’s Hideaway, picking up on a few regulars, and committing to memory others he’d never laid nose on before. This was the place he’d first met the Cajun in, and would most likely be the place the two would come to together just to get away from it all every so often. For now, though, he was alone, needing the time to just think about his ever burgeoning feelings for Mina, and the ever growing population of his ‘pack’ back at the mansion.
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Cierien
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For a place that didn't take too well to the extreme North Salem posed no threat to the auburn haired woman. Being the pure definition of extreme she was dressed in the usual attire. A long black skirt draped down her almost equally long legs, a pair of black strapped high heels kept skirt from dragging against the ground. Now usually a long skirt, even with a long slit that zipped straight up to her thigh, wouldn't be considered that extreme.

Yet what was extreme was her upper body which was left almost barren with the exception of a few items of clothing. A pair of brown gloves with a see through outer layer covered from her fingers to just below her shoulders. A black corset which was obviously tied in front held a red rose delicately placed in the center of the top of the corset. Another red rose lay on top of a black choker which squeezed its way around her neck. Luscious locks of cinnamon hair were mostly kept down except for the very top of her head which was placed in a simple hair tie.

Cierien did not mind the stares, the cat calls, the whistles, or the glares she'd get from a jealous mate. She was a woman with a style that could be considered worth of a prostitute. Yet Cierien was not a prostitute and really didn't appreciate being called that. She didn't sell herself for anything, not even modeling, and she wasn't one for mattress dancing. Amazingly enough she had only done that once and it was when she was younger and with a guy that was 'oh so cute' in her opinion.
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Wolverine
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Another sip of beer saw Logan’s gaze fall upon what he honestly did think was a lady of the night, he himself not interested in the least, yet, still, he was a man, and as a man, he noticed she was definitely one of the better looking ladies out there. He found his gaze lingering a tad bit longer than it should have, especially considering he was now a taken man, and by one of the most beautiful women he’d ever had the pleasure of knowing too.

Turning back around, he finished off the pitcher of beer, motioning to Bartender Willy and leaving a note to cover the cost. “Bring another ter tha pool room,” he said, getting up and heading further into the depths of Harry’s Hideaway. Of course, at this time of night, the pool room was actually empty, yet definitely held remnants of it being heavily used earlier in the night.

Passing by the young cinnamon haired woman, Logan took in her scent, picking up on something else; something someone with a normal sense of smell wouldn’t be alerted to in advance; a high pheromone content, and an unusually high one at that. Shaking his head, the affect of it already trying to cause him to like a little too much what he was seeing, Logan growled softly. ~Great!~ he thought, shaking his head again.

He was already being affected, yet, not enough that he had to literally fight to regain his senses. So, that led him to believe this mutant had to actually release the pheromones he was picking up on somehow, or she had to touch a target perhaps? Either way, Logan was hesitant to ask her his next question, “Hey kid, wanna game of pool?”

Heightened senses or not, he’d been around a very, very long time; had built up defences against all types of powers, mental, pheromone based, or whatever. His mind, but most of all, his will, was very strong, and his love for Mina was stronger than any form of power this young woman may choose to release on him.

Didn’t mean, however, he wouldn’t give her the benefit of the doubt. Should she try anything though… well… there were many ways to warn her off… so, so many ways.
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Cierien
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Cierien wasn't there to stir up any trouble or to use her powers or her looks to her advantage. It was a sad thing when the bar waitress went to other bars to get away from it all. Sure she had a nice little apartment but going there wasn't any fun unless it was to sleep. Sleep was always good and fun yet she wasn't tired at the moment.

Cier worked at The Bronze Parrot, a little in the corner shop somewhere in New York. It got pretty good business yet it had it's days when it went pretty much empty no matter how late it stayed open. Which brought about Cierien's other problem. She was used to being up during the day and the night. The day because she had been getting up and moving around during the day since she could walk. The night life was mostly due to her workplace. Fortunately tonight was one of the nights she had off.

Looking at the unshaven male she shrugged. "Sure. I'm probably no good so if you're going to keep score might as well say you win every round." Already she started to drift towards the pool area. Yeah he was kind of cute for a gruff looking guy but she really wasn't in the mood for men, or women for that matter.
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Wolverine
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Logan watched the girl’s reactions closely, already feeling as if she wasn’t there to try anything. Seemed to him she was there for the same reason as he was, to get away from it all, relax, think. Perhaps a game of pool wasn’t what she was looking for, so Logan was pleasantly surprised when she took him up on his offer, "Sure. I'm probably no good so if you're going to keep score might as well say you win every round."

He raised an eyebrow at her, “Wasn’t plannin’ on keepin score, Darlin’,” he simply said, walking ahead of her further into the pool room to the only table that still held some sort of semblance of usable. He really did feel sorry for the cleaners of this place, every other table had empty beer bottles, cans, overflowing ashtrays, it was disgusting really, and for someone with a heightened sense of smell… overwhelming.

Sliding in the coins needed to open the game for play, the Wolverine set up the Billiards, walking over to grab two cue sticks. Handing one to Cierien, he said, “The name’s Logan, by tha way. Break?” he offered. It was going to be an interesting night, for even though he loved and adored Mina, the way this young woman was dressed… damn, it was tough to be a man sometimes.
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Cierien
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Cierien sighed and shook her head at the scene. Yet as soon as she had shaken her head she shrugged. What else could she expect from a bar other than a large mess? She felt somewhat sorry for the janitor of this place. Actually she felt sorry for every janitor in the world. Always having to clean up other people's messes was the most horrible job to have in her opinion. Thus why her apartment was tidy. The occasional bug being slaughtered mercilessly the moment they came within her sight.

The cinnamon haired woman watched as the bartender brought in Logan's beer. "Excuse me, but I'd like two shots of Coruba Dark please." She knew her own bar had more premium brand rums but the value stuff cost less so she often would go for that. That is if she was buying. Which wasn't the case for Cierien for men usually offered to pay for her drinks, even while she was working.

Grabbing the cue stick she held it by tipping it against her left shoulder. Her left hand then reached out to grab the glove covering her right hand. "To at least increase my chances of getting a couple of balls in the sockets I'm going to play without my gloves." She explained so that he could know what she was doing and why. Slipping off her other glove she laid both of them in front of her and to the side.

Sliding the stick onto the table she leaned forward studying the angle of her stick the group of billiard balls right beyond the white ball. Balance, angle, and position of the stick was everything. How the white ball was hit determined what other ball was hit and where it rolled to.

Of course with leaning over Cierien revealed plenty, yet with her eyes focused on the game she didn't pay any attention to that. The parts of her hair that were left untouched by the hair tie slowly slipped to the front one tassel at a time.

With a careful aim she hit the white ball into the others, breaking them apart. "My name's Cierien Eaton. You can call me Cierien or Cier."
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Wolverine
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"Excuse me, but I'd like two shots of Coruba Dark please." Logan raised an eyebrow, “Nice choice kid,” he simply said, nodding as she took the cue and explained her reasons for removing her gloves. Made sense.

"My name's Cierien Eaton. You can call me Cierien or Cier," Logan looked up from where his gaze had invariably gone, not the least bit ashamed of it either. To him, if they were right there, how in the world was he supposed to NOT look at them?! “Pleaure’s all mine, Cier,” he simply said, and, no, there was no huskiness or flirting to his tone; no suggestion he was admitting anything but actually being pleased to make her acquaintance.

Turning away for a second, he took a sip of his beer, unable to help what he was about to say, for, since becoming a permanent part of Xavier’s, any young woman or girl he met, and was with for longer than the average hello then walk by, was added to a list he had dubbed over protectiveness a long time ago. “Yer know, I respect tha need for each an every one of us ter be an individual, but I have ter say, yer actually feel safe in what yer wearin’?”
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Cierien
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"I believe that's the second time you've called me kid." Cierien noted out loud. Looking at him carefully she hummed, "you don't look that old. But then again looks are deceiving. Or so they say. Whomever they are.." She laughed lightly. She then added, "I mean you could be really really old or you could just be older than me. Who am I to say? Just as I look like a prostitute. Who is to say whether I am or not except myself?" Cierien was smart despite her job, her position in life, her looks, and everything else about her.

Standing up she watched as a plain yellow colored ball entered into the socket. The last time she played it was mostly white with a yellow stripe around it. Funny coincidence, funny enough to cause her to quirk a brow but then mentally shrug it off. Cier wasn't the suspicious sort but knew for a fact that little yellow ball would probably not just be the first ball she'd get into a socket but also the last. Oh well, she did mention how poorly she played.

Sizing up the table, calculating her next move, Cierien looked at Logan as he asked her his question concerning her looks. A devious smirk came upon her unpainted pale pink lips. "Oh yes, I do indeed feel very safe in what I'm wearing. In fact I don't believe I could feel safer wearing anything less revealing. As far as more revealing goes..well it depends on what is revealed."
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Wolverine
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The young woman’s words caused Logan to raise an eyebrow yet again, a classic move when he wasn’t sure how to respond. Although, the emotional strength she was displaying was obvious, and he couldn’t help but be impressed by it. “I call nearly everyone kid unless they specifically tell me not ter. And, I am a lot older than yer, if I was ter say exactly how old, it would give away that I, just like you, am a mutant.”

"Oh yes, I do indeed feel very safe in what I'm wearing. In fact I don't believe I could feel safer wearing anything less revealing. As far as more revealing goes...well it depends on what is revealed," at first, Logan just stared, then the chuckle began low in his chest, then he outright laughed, actually having to place down his beer mug so he didn’t spill it. “Oh, yer a funny one, Cierien,” he said, definitely finding it easier to call her kid.

“Whatever yer feel comfortable in kid. I just come from a place full of young women, can’t help but feel somethin needed ter be said,” ~Wow, Logan, yer care, yer really, really do,~ he sneered, loud enough for Cierien to hear, but of course she wouldn’t have a clue as to why. He thought he better verify before she maybe took it the wrong way, “Nothin ter do with yer, Darlin.”
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Cierien
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"Ah, well since you're that old I guess it's alright for you to call me kid. I've been called worse." Which, judging by her looks, wasn't shocking at all. But lady of the night wasn't the only 'bad name' she was called but she would never tell what. "So you know I'm a mutant huh? What gave me away? My looks?" She asked truly being curious about how Logan figured out what she could do. "Oh, I know. My gloves. Why oh why would a woman unafraid of looking like that wear gloves?" It seemed as if she had been asked such a question before.

"A place full of women? Wow. Lucky guy." She laughed lightly. Oh what he had just revealed to her could be taken so many ways. Most of them gutter minded.

Quirking a brow she decided to be playful, only for a moment though. "Awww...and here I thought I had a gruff lookin' guy that cared about me." She clasped her hands together and batted her eyes sarcastically. Smiling it off she relaxed as she missed her intended target.

Heading away from where the white ball went she stood back. "Your turn, Logan."

Meanwhile outside of the bar a man was pacing. How would he get her? What would he do if she had someone under her control? These and many other questions were running inside of his head. Also the thought of just waiting for her to come outside ran across his mind.

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Wolverine
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At her questions, and possible deductions of how he had known she was a mutant, a classic Wolverine smirk spread across his face. “Darlin’, with heightened senses such as these, yer pick up on things pheromone based pretty easily,” he made no attempt to tell her about the Regen, or the blades, perhaps, like this, those would be revealed later on in the conversation. “An I was assumin tha gloves finished off tha outfit,” he added, chuckling somewhat at her answer to the revelation that where he lived was full of women.

"Awww...and here I thought I had a gruff lookin' guy that cared about me," there was a moment there where he inwardly sneered, thinking, ~Watch it kid!~ before calming the inner Wolverine down and just looking at her. “Think I’d be askin if I didn’t care,” he simply stated, taking a rather large gulp of his beer, before getting up to take his turn.

Logan picked up on an unusually heightened bout of emotions, stopping just moments before he was going to hit the white ball, to sniff the air. Wasn’t unusual, scents like that, especially in this place, but this one… well, he just seemed off, to Logan. A thought crossed his mind then, “Cier, yer currently got anyone seduced under that power o yours?” he asked, the seriousness of his tone suggesting she better not think he was cracking some sort of joke.
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Cierien
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She thought about what he had said concerning her gloves and she nodded. "Not all people think that but yes, they are a part of the look." Which was a truth in itself though not the complete truth. The other side of the truth held the fact she wore those to prevent any further bumping into people on accident than what she already risked as is.

"But why care about a stranger? Is it because I'm a mutant? Or is because I'm a woman? Or is a little bit of both?" She asked looking at Logan with an intent seriousness in her eyes. Her chocolate eyes were then distracted elsewhere as the bartender came in with what she ordered. "Thanks." She said as she grabbed the two shots for him and set them down nearby. Cierien then proceeded to undo the rose in the center of her corset and held it in her hands.

At the back of the rose was Velcro and the familiar unique rip that Velcro had sounded off as she poked her fingers inside pulling out some cash. Cierien made it easy for the bartender to grab the cash and not be affected by her touch. She then redid the Velcro and placed the rose back where it went.

Thinking about Logan's question she shrugged. "I don't think so. It's probably some stalker or it could be a former affected one." She paused for a moment, "why do you ask?"
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Wolverine
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"But why care about a stranger? Is it because I'm a mutant? Or is because I'm a woman? Or is a little bit of both?" Logan let a smirk grace his face at that, taking another swig of his beer before placing it back down. “Darlin’, yer a little bit past a stranger since it just so happens we’re playin a game of pool tergether. An’, if yer really want tha truth, it’s a combination of both… don’t matter much ter me if yer be a mutant or not, tha fact yer a woman, dressed like that,” he raised an eyebrow, his smirk becoming more apparent, “makes tha protector in me a tad bit nervous.”

A feral gaze simply followed Cierien as she paid the bartender, then finally answered his question, "I don't think so. It's probably some stalker or it could be a former affected one… why do you ask?" Motioning towards the front of the bar, Wolverine simply said, “Cos I can smell him skulkin around just outside the front door.” Looking at her, he added, “Think yer better head out tha back when yer decide ter head home ternight,” he offered, not mentioning he’d probably follow, keep an eye on her, til she was safe.

Damn that Professor Charles Xavier and the habit he had of passing on his goodness! ~Look at yer, old man, yer gone soft,~ he reprimanded himself, chuckling inwardly, another voice pretty much asking, ~Yeah? An tell me, what's wrong with that, Bub?~
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Cierien
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"So does that mean anyone who plays pool with you automatically becomes more than just a stranger to you?" She questioned then briefly added. "Interesting." She puckered her lips and nodded.

Upon hearing his comment about her attire, though it was far from being the first or the last comment he had, she just smiled widely. "Oh? Really now. Because I'm a woman dressed this way." Allowing a small amount of air through her nose she made a little 'hmph' sound. "So if I was dressed in a decent t-shirt and jeans you wouldn't feel so protective?" She asked really wanting to know. They say knowledge is power but for Cierien knowledge of things was just a fact of life. If one didn't know certain things they could end up dead.

"Really? Just outside of the front door hmm?" Ah yes, the troublesome part of her was really starting to spark. "Maybe instead of cowering out the back I think I should go talk to him." Entertainment was just a few steps and a door away. Besides, Cierien wasn't afraid of anything and was convinced she could get out of any situation. Or if she couldn't then she'd do her best to live through it or beg to be put to death.

Heading to the front door she opened it. "Hello? Is anyone out here?" She called out.

The stranger in the darkness heard her voice calling out. Was she really that stupid? Or maybe she was just playing with him. She seemed more like the playful type. "Why yes dearest, I'm out here and waiting for you." He called back as he stepped into the light. "Care to come out here and join me?"
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Wolverine
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Oh for crying out loud! That cocky little witch! Oh yes, Logan wasn’t stupid, nor was he naïve enough to ever let himself think that he should help someone if their attitude towards the entire thing was to simply walk out and literally put themselves in the firing line. To hell with this! Finishing off his beer, Logan didn’t bother to follow Cierien straight away, if she wanted to get her butt kicked, or whatever that guy wanted to do to her, so be it… her damn choice.

He’d offered her explanations, shown her his kind side, and what had she done, thrown it back in his face… no way in hell was he going to just sit back and accept that; no way he was going to extend his helping hand now. Stupid kid, whether she was dressed like she was, or covered up entirely, he still would have wanted to see that she was alright. Why did he bother? Why did he let them see that small part of him hidden behind the gruff exterior?

~Note ter self Logan: Don’t be so damn kind ter strangers,~ and with that, he got up, heading out of the pool room, passing Cierien as he walked out the front door, overhearing the guy’s answer, "Why yes dearest, I'm out here and waiting for you… Care to come out here and join me?" Logan gave the guy a look that could kill if that was among his powers, then threw Cierien one that clearly read, “Yer on yer own kid, yer choice,” and headed over to his parked motorcycle, just around the corner in the alleyway.
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