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Post by Lauren on Aug 30, 2010 13:51:57 GMT
But the Rangers fans behind them were less than pleased at the Leaf's win. When the final whistle blew, they stood up to leave, and threw their empty cans of beer at Mystique's head in their annoyance, shouting at her, calling her names. But unusually, instead of calling her 'gene freak' and 'mutie', they just stuck to calling her 'slut' and 'whore' instead. Mystique growled, turning around. She planted one foot in the seat of her chair and flung a punch at one of the guys jaws instead.
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Post by Jacky on Aug 30, 2010 14:28:34 GMT
When Mystique landed a punch on one of 'em, his friends immediately moved in to give him back-up. Of course, Mystique had her own back-up, regardless of whether she actually needed it or not. When someone tried to grab her, Logan grabbed that guy before he could reach that far. "Wrong move, bub." He growled, before throwing the man into two of his friends. The three of them toppled over the chairs and onto the ground of the stadium. Logan spun around and locked a hand around the throat of another guy, the one who'd called Mystique a slut. He squeezed enough to cut off the man's air pipe. "You might wanna apologize on behalf of your buddies," Logan 'suggested' in a growl, three claws sliding out of his knuckles with a metallic whisper, dangerously close to his grip on the man's throat.
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Post by Lauren on Aug 30, 2010 14:36:39 GMT
The guy gasped for air, he opened his mouth to speak, but instead of uttering an apology, he spat, "Fuckin' Canadians,"
The first guy that threw the can at Mystique came up behind her, holding his arm tightly around her throat. "Let him go," He 'warned' Logan, using his girlfriend as hostage, but the guy obviously didn't know Mystique wasn't the kinda girl that needed protection. She rammed her elbow hard into the guy's stomach, grabbed his wrist and flipped him over onto his back on the floor. Mystique stood over him, foot on his throat, pressing the heel of her boot into his windpipe. "What was that?" She asked the guy, eyebrow raised.
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Post by Jacky on Aug 30, 2010 14:44:01 GMT
Logan narrowed his eyes, his grip on the other man's throat not loosening, until eventually the guy was twitching and his eyes rolled back into his skull. When he stopped moving alltogether Logan shoved him back, so the limp body fell on top of the guy who Mystique had just floored. The latter would've screamed, if not for the pressure of Mystique's boot heel on his throat. The lack of oxygen, and the sight of his unconcious friend, finally inspired him to mouthing 'sorry', trying to sound the words with the little breath he had left.
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Post by Lauren on Aug 30, 2010 14:45:27 GMT
Mystique raised an eyebrow, glancing up at Logan. "Think that's good enough, baby?" She asked, without moving her boot from the guy's throat.
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Post by Jacky on Aug 30, 2010 14:52:10 GMT
Logan sheated his claws, taking his time as he looked over to Mystique, and the guy who was gasping for air on the floor. Eventually, he too stopped twitching when the lack of oxygen caught up with him. "Now it is," Logan replied Mystique. He put an arm around her shoulders, and lead her out of the stadium. Any one who gave Mystique trouble before gave them a wide berth as they left.
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Post by Lauren on Aug 30, 2010 14:54:59 GMT
"That was fun," Mystique smirked as they left the stadium and headed back to the bike. "Remind me why all our dates don't end like that?" She joked.
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Post by Jacky on Aug 30, 2010 14:57:35 GMT
"Last time I checked, most of 'em do, babe." Logan reminded her with a smirk. He got onto the bike and waited for her to join him.
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Post by Lauren on Aug 30, 2010 14:58:48 GMT
"Oh yeah," Mystique smirked, climbing on the back of the bike, wrapping her arms around him and moving her lips to the back of his neck and taking a bite before they took off.
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Post by Jacky on Aug 30, 2010 15:02:45 GMT
Logan looked over his shoulder and gave her a hint of a grin, before they raced off through the streets.
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