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Post by Logan James on Jun 7, 2011 7:50:24 GMT 1
Logan’s smile faded quickly. He didn't like being called a mutant. It wasn’t his fault the government experimented on him and turned him into a freak. He wasn’t like the other mutants running around in New Vegas. He was around a long time before the apocalypse ever happened. He snapped out of his reverie at the feeling of her delicate hand gripping his own massive appendage.
He looked down at her hand and silently noticed how small her tiny slender hand looked on his. He almost smiled again but he had to get his head in the game. He calmly pulled his hand out from under hers and stood up. He cracked his neck as he followed the small woman outside. If one were paying attention, they would have heard the slight metallic resonance intermingled with the ‘pop’.
He had a reaction to her close proximity that he was not expecting. Her slender frame bumping into him was the highlight of his day. ‘Head in the game, head in the game…’ he repeated over and over in his head. “Only fools are sure. A wise man keeps gathering information.” He stepped away from Celine and into the circle where the other contestants were gathering and began to size up the competition.
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Post by celine on Jun 26, 2011 2:50:45 GMT 1
“Only fools are sure. A wise man keeps gathering information."
"I guess you are right. Good luck...Wolverine..." Celine frowned at the man's words and wanted nothing more than to grab his hand and pull him away from the fight. Did he need the credits that badly? Or was it something more then that. She knew he was strong...and had unique.. gifts but who knows what the other contestants were like. For all Celine knew, they could shoot energy beams from their eyes. The witch wanted to help the mutant.
Celine went through her purse and had a handful of potions and sighed. Her potions only affected herself...they would have no affect on Logan whatsoever. Celine pushed her way through the crowd until she was in the edge of the circle of the crowd. In the center of the crowd of people was a woman with a top hat out. She looked like a typical Vegas show girl...short skirt...long hair...big feather. The witch rolled her eyes. "Typical..."
Celine hated women like her...flashing their tits just to get a few tips. Worse then a stripper. At least they had self respect. The woman made an announcement that the fight was about to begin. She was about to pull a name out of the hat but...Celine couldn't have that. The witch stepped into the circle and shouted, "Hey, show girl. Why don't you have the real entertainment pick out the names huh?" The crowd's eyes turned to Celine and shouted. The showgirl glared at the witch before dropping the hat on the ground and walking away.
Celine grinned and walked until she was in the center and picked up the top hat. She let out a sigh and brought her hand down into the hat and picked up a name. She brought her hand back up and read the name. She lifted an eyebrow and chuckled softly,
"First up...Rock Fist."
Someone pushed through the crowd and despite the name, a tall, thin..almost fragile looking man stepped into the circle. He seemed harmless enough. Celine could break him in half. The only thing that seemed threatening were his brass knuckles. The witch was about to chuckle until the man brought his fist down onto the earth, creating a crater that was a foot deep and wide. Celine gasped slightly.
"And fighting against him..."
The witch brought her hand down and grabbed the second name. She opened the tiny piece of paper and couldn't help but feel her heart sink,
"Wolverine..."
Celine scanned the crowd and locked eyes with Logan....wondering what he was going to do.
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Post by Logan James on Jul 1, 2011 1:19:47 GMT 1
Logan stood on the edge of the inner circle with the other mutants waiting in anticipation for their respective names to be called. Most of them didn’t use their real names just as he didn’t. Most of them used names that gave clues to their power. The only clue his gave was that he was ferocious. It didn’t tell people that his bones were made of adamantium. It didn’t tell people that he healed faster that most blood suckers. It didn’t tell them that he fought with more ferocity and determination than most because he had an inner anger that went back as far as he could remember.
He watched at the slender man walked into the fighting ring but did not underestimate him. People made that mistake with him quite often. Underestimating your opponent could prove fatal in a fight to the death. He looked on when the smaller man drove his slender fist into the hard packed ground and left a crater. His expression didn’t change from one of mild interest.
“And fighting against him... Wolverine…”
Wolverine’s eyes moved to Celine’s. He knew this was going to hurt if he got hit and he hated having her watch it. Quick healing and metal bones did not mean he would not feel pain. His only chance would be to not let the man hit him. Power was one thing, skill was another thing entirely. He forced a lopsided smile and winked at Celine then let his eyes fall on the man. It was at that very moment the man closed the distance between them and swung his fist as if he thought he could end the fray with one hit. Wolverine ducked and Rock Fist flew right by. By the time he righted himself, Wolverine was on the other side of the ring. Now it was time to get serious.
He waited for the tall slender fellow to gather his nerve to attack again. This time when he ducked, he spun around with smooth catlike reflexes and punched the guy in the ribs. The metallic shing! was not heard until he made contact. It sounded a second time before he pulled his fist away. The man falling to his knees then to the ground with thick red liquid oozing from his side was an indication that the fight was over. He straightened up and walked calmly back over to his previous position and waited to watch the next fight.
The fights that followed were more gruesome than his fight was and he was glad on several occasions to not have to face off with some of the mutants. There was one who each time Wolverine heard his name, he would hold his breath and silently pray that his was not the next name called.
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Post by celine on Jul 5, 2011 4:50:45 GMT 1
Celine backed away from Logan and Rock Fist so they could continue to fight. The witch wanted nothing more than to cast a little spell to aid Wolverine in his fight but she wouldn't do that...and she could easily be caught considering all the spectators at this fight. Celine did not understand why these fights were so popular among the citizens of New Vegas. To her, these fights were barbaric and was all about reputation and money rather than honor. Celine silently watched the fight between Logan and his opponent and had no doubt he would win this fight.
In a matter of moments, the fight was over and Celine applauded at Wolverine's efforts. She gave him a wink and made a mental note to make arrangements for him to rest this night. This was a ways to go...Celine had names to pluck out. Each time she picked up a simple piece of paper...it was like she had the life of a mutant in her hands...many of these fighters killed off their opponent. She felt horrible for doing this and did not know why she was even doing it. Perhaps she felt that doing this would help save Wolverine...or at least...buy him time to recover.
She watched the gruesome, bloody fights and watched as many mutants were killed while others were heavily injured. Celine let out a broken sigh as there was only a handful of names left in the hat. A man; dressed in a white tux walked towards Celine and whispered,
"Hey. This is going to be the last fight. Make sure you pick well. Can't have any more bodies on these streets."
The witch nodded and figured he was 'in charge of these fights. She watch the man walk away back towards the crowd and couldn't help but notice him carrying a briefcase...perhaps that was the reward money. Celine cleared her throat and eyed the crowd.
"Alright New Vegas...this is the last fight...winner takes all..."
Celine reached out and felt sweat form on her body. She was nervous...she didn't want Wolverine's name to come up. The witch hesitantly reached her hand into the hat and pulled out a name. Celine eyed the paper and went wide eyed,
"Burn."
A mutant let out a laugh and went towards Celine. With a snap of his fingers his hands were covered in fire. This mutant hadn't lost a match yet and killed his opponents mercilessly. He winked at Celine and she merely glared at him. Oh how she wanted to put his fire out... permanently. The witch looked down at the hat and grabbed a name and closed her eyes. After a few moments, Celine opened her eyes and her heart sank at the name that came up.
"Wolverine..."
The crowd went wild and Celine walked back towards the rest of the audience. She prayed Logan would be ok and looked at him. She mouthed the words, 'Be careful...'
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