Story Scene

[adamantiumloner]

Logan sat out on a white swinging bench hanging from the back porch of the mansion. His eyes were fixed out on the horizon watching as the sun set over the trees. The chain squeaked lightly as the bench swung back and forth and he began to doze off.

He was awaken by the sound of chopper blades slicing through the air on thier approach. His eyes snapped open and he looked out over the trees and saw the forms of helicopters caught in the moonlight. He snarled and moved to get up and then felt the cold steel of a gun muzzle pressed against his ear. "Hey there Wolverine...miss me? We sure missed you." He growled low and attacked. The movement was fast and fierce, his arm swinging around and claws extending in one swift motion. There was the sound of metal slicing coinciding or being followed quickly after with a sharp bang.

The porch swing crashed down on the porch with a loud bang and Logan fell out of it with a resounding thud. He got up snarling and whirling around and growled in annoyance when he saw the porch and sky empty. Straightening up Logan retracted his claws and grumbled in irritation as he tried to smooth down his raised neck hairs and looked at the mess he'd made of the porch swing.

Comments

[twisted-kit.livejournal.com]

The bartender happily settled the drinks behind teh bar and leaned both elbows on teh bar to watch.

Kit yanked her dagger free and the man screamed but lunged at her anyway. He was a slow learner. She calmly kneed him in the gut, her knife flashing out once more to scrape along teh back of his knees, taking him down like a ton of lead.

Then she stood calmly to face teh rest coming in on her. Then she smiled "Gentlemen, if I may introduce Logan?" she said with a hint of laughter in her tone as she saw behind them to her friend coming to have fun.

[adamantine-past.livejournal.com]

And Logan introduced himself by coming up and cracking the first guy who tried to take a swing at him across the jaw and dropping him. There was a group hesitation and then they moved forward attacking as one.

[twisted-kit.livejournal.com]

And it was so much fun when such a group mind was trapped between so patently dangerous people. They tended to focus on one or the other rather than standing back to back.

It allowed her to pick off so many even as Logan held his own.

She almots couldn't beleive how much she'd missed this.

[adamantine-past.livejournal.com]

He didn't even need the claws. He thought about bringing them out just for the effect and extra aggression they helped him spend but he kept them in and just worked with fists and kicks. A challenge would have been better but when one was lacking numbers would suffice. And so he got a good workout fighting throughout the bar.

[twisted-kit.livejournal.com]

And somehow Kit found herself at Logan's back as the crowd only seemed to grow larger. She laughed at the sheer joy of fighting again. nOt the tame, danger room runs or the gentle sparring but truly fighting. Even if she was doing it one handed and using her feet more than her knife.

Eventually the crowd thinned, then dissapeared as those slow thinkers finally ran away. Kit leaned against Logan's back and chuckled, catching her breath.

[adamantine-past.livejournal.com]

He grinned ferally as the last one left through the door and smirked back at Kitty. "You got yer game in."

[twisted-kit.livejournal.com]

"Two" she agreed. "And pulled four hundred. NOt a bad haul honestly. I've one worse. Think they'll eb back with friend soon?" she asked almost hopefully as she slipped back onto a stool and looked for the whiskey, which the bartender handed over with a flourish and a grin.

[adamantine-past.livejournal.com]

He returned to the bar with her and accepted his own bottle, skipping the glass this time to drink straight from the bottle. "Meh, maybe. Though with losers like these the ones here were probably the only friends they have."

[twisted-kit.livejournal.com]

"Hmmm, very true, though if those that ran away come back pumped up on PCP or something it coudl get inetersting. Or with guns. Guns are a definate possibility."

Teh bartender gaped at that comment and eyed teh two "ummm, yeah" he said at last.

[adamantine-past.livejournal.com]

"Yeah, guns would stretch it out a little bit I suppose." He nodded then looked at the bartender, "Hey mac you got any peanuts back there?"

[twisted-kit.livejournal.com]

The bartender handed ove rth esnack foods silently and shook his head "let me get this straight...you guys think a gun fight woudl be fun?'

Kit eyed teh man and smiled "Yeah, pretty much. THough honestly You shoudl probably skip out if it comes t that."

[adamantine-past.livejournal.com]

Logan took a handful of peanuts and tossed them into his mouth nodding to the bartender.

[twisted-kit.livejournal.com]

Peanuts. She'd never been able to stand peanuts. She tossed back another shot instead.

The bartender blinked. "So...who are you? I mean, I like you guys but you're obviously really really skilled. Why step into a hoel like this?"

[adamantine-past.livejournal.com]

He washed the nuts down with another swig from the bottle and shook his head, "Just bored...needed to work a few things out an this is the best way either of us knows how. Plus you got a pretty good brew." He tipped the bottle at the man and smirked.

[twisted-kit.livejournal.com]

"only if you're not drinking the beer" he admitted.

Kit chuckled "Told you. Stress releif at its' finest is a seedy bar with whiskey and idiots"

[adamantine-past.livejournal.com]

"Never argued the point." He replied to Kitty. "Ya know this is probably the first time I actually talked with anyone after a bar fight. Usually when its over ain't no one left and I finish drinkin an leave."

[twisted-kit.livejournal.com]

"I meant about the watered beer" she said with a grin. "Though honestly it's kind of nice to talk now that you mention it. Never really went into bars with anyone before..."

[adamantine-past.livejournal.com]

He shrugged about the beer and said, "Never been much of a talker or social or anything so I guess it never really mattered. It is kinda nice though I s'pose."

[twisted-kit.livejournal.com]

"yep" Kit agreed, emptying her bottle and looking for more.

The bartender passed anopther bottle and chuckled "Amen. Oh, by the way, how old are you?"

"Sixteen.:"

"Damn. Well, don't get caught by the cops."

[adamantine-past.livejournal.com]

"The cops..." Logan said thoughtfully as he cleared out the bowl, "They could be fun too Kit."

[twisted-kit.livejournal.com]

"Yeah, it could" she mused. "Never did get along with them...and if it's dark..." she had a reason to not be identified now, as head mistress, but it could be real fun. They'd be harder to take down than the louts. Hopefully anyway.

[adamantine-past.livejournal.com]

"If yer worried you could wear a mask." He offered. He should be worried about word on him getting out as well but it was dark and as long as he kept the claws in there was nothing really on him.

[twisted-kit.livejournal.com]

"Nah, I'll just stick to the dark. Masks make me feel, hmmm, like the bad guy."

Teh bartender laughed. THese two were very very odd. THinking of taking on the cops and they weren't eth bad guys?

[adamantine-past.livejournal.com]

"You get a good one and there's a great intimidation factor there." Logan pointed out. "So we waitin here or going out to find them?"

[twisted-kit.livejournal.com]

"Eh, well, I've fninshed this bottle to, so I guess we get up and go. Wouldn't want to get the cops to come here and close this charming place. after all, we'd have no place to come back to that way."

She stood up and shook her braids out, grinned and nodded to teh door.

She alos left the four hundred at the pool table.