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Post by Ciarda on Jun 4, 2006 20:58:35 GMT -5
It was after midnight. Ciarda was less than a block away from the 7-11 when she heard foot steps behind her. She glanced back. There were two middle aged men, wearing mostly black, following a little too close for comfort. She frowned and picked up the pace. She didn't need this. She had never done anything to anyone, so why was she always the target?
She made it another half a block before she was grabbed roughly by the arm and pulled into an alley.
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Post by sean on Jun 4, 2006 21:06:03 GMT -5
Sean walked by the end of the alley, and saw what was going on, he turned 'round the corner and followed them, his cane gripped firmly in his right hand.
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Post by Ciarda on Jun 4, 2006 21:14:10 GMT -5
The man who had grabbed her pulled her beyond the dumpster and out of public sight before pushing her roughly against the brick wall of an adjacent building.
"Give us your money and we might let you go..." Goon one said as he leaned in far too close for Ciarda's comfort.
Ciarda gave the man a dirty look and spat in his face, "Go n-ithe an cat thú is go n-ithe an diabhal an cat" She said angerly.
The two men exchanged slightly puzzled looks before Goon one pinned her hands above her head and Goon Two reached for her purse.
"Look lady, I don't know what you said, but it didn't sound nice. So how's about we kiss and make up?" Goon one said as he leaning in closer, barely and inch away from Ciarda.
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Post by sean on Jun 4, 2006 21:21:12 GMT -5
The man in front of her spasmed has electricity arced off his body, frying his flesh as he fell backwards. Sean pulled the blade from his cane and impaled the head of the falling man where he lay. The second man pulled a knife from his pocket and stabbed Sean in the back. Sean smiled and spun, driving his blade through the ribs of the 'goon', electricity shot down the blade in a surge. The dead man flew from the sword and hit the wall, slumping to the pavement.
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Post by Ciarda on Jun 4, 2006 21:27:05 GMT -5
As soon as the second guy hit the wall with a sickening crack, Ciarda reached out and placed a hand on her Rescuer's shoulder. There was contact for only a second before she recoiled and leaned against the wall. Who ever this guy was, he was angry. She watched him for a moment before finnaly speaking.
"Who are you...?"
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Post by sean on Jun 4, 2006 21:29:51 GMT -5
Sean tried to calm himself for a moment. He exhaled loudly. He turned to her and looked her over for wounds. "I'm Sean..." he looked at his suit, which had a hole in the back of it. "Dammit I just had it mended"
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Post by Ciarda on Jun 4, 2006 21:35:00 GMT -5
Ciarda glanced around the alley, and let her eyes rest on the two dead men who found their final resting place in this dingy place. Her eyes slowly drifted to the man, Sean, who stood before her. He came to her rescue, so she should find some way to thank him. She wasn't sure how he did it, but she was sure he had saved her life.
"Ciarda O'Byrne. Thank you." It took her a moment to register the fact that he was talking about a hole in the back of his suit jacket, "Oh God! Are you alright?" She asked as she took a step forward.
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Post by sean on Jun 4, 2006 21:39:35 GMT -5
Sean winced slightly "I will be in a moment" he said as his back finished healing none too quickly. He slid the blade back into his cane and locked it in place. "Is this city usually this dangerous?" he asked, since he was new to the town.
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Post by Ciarda on Jun 4, 2006 21:41:58 GMT -5
Ciarda shrugged, "I wasn't aware of it being this dangerous untill tonight. I'm not usually out this late, so it may only be a night time thing." She said in her usual, barely above a whisper voice." Her eyes fell down to the dead men once more.
"How did you do that?"
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Post by sean on Jun 4, 2006 21:45:29 GMT -5
"It's a little talent I have. Not a antimutant activist are you? Those get quite irritating... " he replied, fearing the persecution all mutants felt at one time or another.
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Post by Ciarda on Jun 4, 2006 21:49:18 GMT -5
Ciarda looked puzzled at his question, Antimutant Activist? That was a term she hadn't heard often.
"Me...oh...no. I ah...I'm on the other side of the spectrum." She wasn't used to talking openly with anyone about her 'skills' as she liked to call them.
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Post by sean on Jun 4, 2006 21:51:09 GMT -5
"well that means one of two things, you are a mutant or know one, both of which leave me more at ease." he replied. "mind if we get away from this rank stench I managed to create?" he added, gesturing to the two corpses who were still smoking
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Post by Ciarda on Jun 4, 2006 21:54:46 GMT -5
"Sure. Just promise me one thing though. Please don't used the term 'Mutant' in referance to me or yourself, or anyone else for that matter. I don't like the sound of it." She said softly, yet with a firmness normally found when a mother would speak to a child.
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Post by sean on Jun 4, 2006 21:57:27 GMT -5
"I won't use any synonyms for what I am, if you can't handle a simple fact, get over it. The world calls us that, why muddy the waters?"
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Post by Ciarda on Jun 4, 2006 22:04:25 GMT -5
A look of hurt crossed Ciarda's face before she looked down at her feet, "I was raised to look at people for their good qualities, not their differences. It doesn't matter what the world thinks, but what you think, yourself. If you do not agree with that, that is your way, but you needn't be like that towards others." She said as she started to walk away with out him.
"I am truly sorry that you hold a grude against others who can not see you for what you really are, Sean."
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