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Post by Typhoid on Dec 13, 2007 23:54:35 GMT -5
She got in. "I'm a mutant who can turn to ash and float out air ducts," she said wryly. "All they ever saw, if anything, was attributed to liquor."
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Dec 13, 2007 23:56:09 GMT -5
::Pietro shut the door once she was safely in the vehicle. He circled the Acura, opened his door, slid into the driver's seat and shut it. Slipping the keys into the ignition, he started the engine and buckled his safety belt.:: "You were younger, weren't you?"
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Post by Typhoid on Dec 14, 2007 0:01:37 GMT -5
"Not by much." She buckled up as well. "I only came to the Mansion a year ago. I suppose...I stayed a little childlike longer then I'll admit."
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Dec 14, 2007 0:18:08 GMT -5
::Pietro nodded slightly. He, conversely, had aged far too quickly. When she was properly secured in her seat, he maneuvered the Acura from the parking space, and began the drive towards Broadway. The traffic in Manhattan, as always, was heavy, infuriating.::
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Post by Typhoid on Dec 14, 2007 0:25:58 GMT -5
Ty sat in her seat, staring out the window. New York on a Saturday night, or any night for that matter, was always too crowded for her taste.
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Dec 14, 2007 0:36:19 GMT -5
::Pietro resisted the urge to honk the car horn, knowing it would do little good; they would not drive faster. Using shortcuts, they arrived near Broadway, although not on it. Before he tried to park, he drove the general area, searching to see if the Lion's Den still existed.::
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Post by Typhoid on Dec 15, 2007 17:24:41 GMT -5
Ty looked over to him. "Is it still there?"
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Dec 15, 2007 21:44:34 GMT -5
::Pietro's eyes remained peeled, searching for the club. There tucked away in the shadows was the Lion's Den, the bright neon sign of a Lion roaring flickered in the night. Satisfied, he gestured towards it, and circled the block again for a parking space.:: "There."
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Post by Typhoid on Dec 17, 2007 15:09:08 GMT -5
Ty's eyebrow rose at the neon lion, but she said nothing, keeping an eye out for a space but not convinced she'd find one faster then Pietro would.
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Dec 17, 2007 15:18:16 GMT -5
::It did not take too long to find a space; usually, Pietro would grumble about it, mentally at least, but these past weeks with Wanda had added to his patience. Parking the car, he found the quarters he kept for the meter, and then exited the vehicle. He circled around, opened the door for her.::
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Post by Typhoid on Dec 17, 2007 22:47:34 GMT -5
She got out, staring at the entrance to the place. "Definitely not been here before."
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Dec 17, 2007 22:48:54 GMT -5
::Pietro noticed the look of almost disbelief upon her features. A silver eyebrow rose in response.:: "Is something the matter?"
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Post by Typhoid on Dec 17, 2007 22:53:04 GMT -5
She shook her head. "No. Last time I was at a human club, someone was a jackass and set my power off. So...I'm just a little nervous of them is all." For all the annoyances of Hellfire, being around mutants at least made it so having a power problem didn't make the crowd riot.
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Dec 17, 2007 23:00:42 GMT -5
::Pietro nodded once, comprehending that. However, with all situations, he could have them out of there and back in Westchester in five minutes.:: "If it is what I remember...it is anything but dangerous."
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Post by Typhoid on Dec 17, 2007 23:22:40 GMT -5
"I know." She shook her head at herself, smiling a little ruefully. "All places have their share of jackasses. Can't avoid them."
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