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Post by Lauren on Sept 1, 2010 8:50:43 GMT
"In your pants," Mystique answered simply, with a smirk, while the press flashed cameras in their faces, almost blinding them with every step. "Gotta admit, I prefer being hated," She told him in a mumble. Sure, the attention was nice, the invitations to swanky parties were nice, but deep down she was a loner, with the exception of her family, she was a loner, and she was also, still in her head, an assassin, which meant she didn't like her real face plastered all over newspapers.
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Post by Jacky on Sept 1, 2010 9:01:22 GMT
Logan grunted his agreement when another camera flashed. Personally, he didn't care whether they were hated or liked. He wasn't the type to sit around worryin' what people thought of him. But he sure as hell preferred being left alone. The only reason he was there, was because he supported Chuck's ambitions. He wanted the prof to be right 'bout this. Despite Logan's frequent disappearances, his loyalty still laid with the X-Men, and with that, with whatever dream they cooked up.
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Post by Lauren on Sept 1, 2010 9:08:53 GMT
They reached the doors to the White House after what felt like forever. The large doors were pulled open and inside the President waited, surrounded by body guards - not that he needed any when his guests were superpowered heroes. Xavier rolled over to him, and shook his hand with a friendly smile. "Mr President, nice to see you again. I can't begin to tell you what a pleasure it is to be here tonight,"
"Charles," The president smile, clapping a hand on the man's shoulder.
"Let me introduce my X-Men," Xavier smiled. "This is Scott Summers, Cyclops." Scott stepped forward with a smile and a shy, 'Mr President' and shook the man's hand. "Henry McCoy, Beast," Hank did the same as Scott. Xavier continued to introduce the team members one by one, each member getting a moment of the presidents time before they dispersed towards the open bar.
"And finally, this is Logan. Wolverine," Xavier introduced. "And his fiancée, fellow X-Man, Mystique,"
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Post by Jacky on Sept 1, 2010 9:31:10 GMT
When Logan shook the man's hand, the president nodded his welcome. "Director Fury mentioned you. You men did a good job back there," He said, without specifying what he was talking about. Logan figured it was the Azerbaijan mission though. The one Fury had stressed was so 'politically sensitive even the president didn't know the details'. He just nodded his thanks. "Sure."
The president shook Mystique's hand next, "Welcome," He told her with a smile, without ever pausing at her history with the Brotherhood.
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Post by Lauren on Sept 1, 2010 9:35:50 GMT
Mystique smiled in return as she shook the presidents hand. Lucy peered out from behind her mummy's leg. Xavier smiled and added, "And their daughter, Lucy," Lucy stared at the man that was usually on her tv with wide eyes.
"Muuuuuummy!" She whispered, tugging Mystique's hand impatiently.
"Right," Mystique said, "Lucy would like to know if you get the Disney Channel, Mr President," She hid a smirk, while for once, Lucy seemed intimidated by the man in front of them.
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Post by Jacky on Sept 1, 2010 9:43:22 GMT
After a moment of pause, the president laughed at the unusual request from the little girl. "We do indeed," He gave her a smile, "Would you like to watch it?" He already waved over a body guard to escort Lucy over to a tv set.
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Post by Lauren on Sept 1, 2010 9:46:48 GMT
Lucy nodded her head excitedly, taking the bodyguards hand when he offered it. "Be good," Mystique warned her as Lucy bounced off through the crowd. Mystique squeezed Logan's hand and gave him a smirk, "Bar?"
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Post by Jacky on Sept 1, 2010 9:51:07 GMT
"You need ta ask?" Logan kept a hold of her hand as they walked over to the bar, where the rest of the X-Men were lingering, talking about how great this was and whatmore. Logan got himself a beer, and Mystique a glass of wine.
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Post by Lauren on Sept 1, 2010 9:54:12 GMT
Mystique sipped her wine, then wrapped her arm around his neck, bodies pressed together. She brushed a kiss on his lips. "Y'know, this reminds me of the last party we went to ... Bose? Eat all his food, drink his bar dry, kill the host then escape through the rain," She smirked.
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Post by Jacky on Sept 1, 2010 9:57:37 GMT
Logan smirked, slipping an arm around her slim waist when she pressed herself against him, "Let's try to do two outta those four tonight, eh?" He suggested.
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