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Post by Phillipa Bogdandottir on Nov 3, 2012 22:23:26 GMT -5
Phillipa could remember the days New York City was unsettled by man. She’d never seen it, during that time, in all honesty but had heard it was a beautiful area. Back then, North America was known was Vineland, and few Vikings traveled far enough to see its shores. Pippa’s father had been lucky enough to visit the land on several occasions, always returning with amazing stories. She could remember Anastas never believing a single tale. He was always the logical siblings. Pippa had been enthralled by these wonderful adventures her father went on. Probably why she was still around.
New York was very different from what her father would remember though. People referred to it as the Concrete jungle. Pippa couldn’t understand why, seeing as quite a few of the buildings weren’t even made of concrete. Now Berlin, that was a concrete jungle.
Pippa could never understand why people would want to live like this. Like livestock in a far too small pen. It also reminded the woman of an article she’d read earlier this year. New York City, the United states dirtiest city. She assumed it meant not only inanimate filth, but also the cities occupants. You probably got the point already. Pippa hated this city.
So why was she here? She was on a hunting trip. Her leads had brought her here, and she hadn’t been disappointed. The only problem was, she now had to figure out where her target had gone from here. Her pretty frequented this city, that much she was sure of. So, if she felt like waiting, she could literally wait. See when he returned. Or, she could try to pick up his trail. She wasn’t quite sure which route to take quite yet. It wasn’t like she’d have a problem waiting. She was probably the most patient person alive. But her target was also unpredictable. She didn’t know how long this wait could be. So it came down to trying to decide if his next visit was far enough away that tracking him was more effective, or was it soon enough leaving the city was a stupid idea?
She’d mull it over over some drinks. Some strong drinks.
Pippa was in an old pub, a place she remembered from the 1930’s. It was a traditional Irish pub. Dark lighting, old worn bar, scruffy old barman. Traditional. Pippa knew the Bartender’s Grandfather. Nice block. A real alcoholic though, and a mean one at that. But it was more verbal then anything else. He’d never actually hit anyone.
She sat down at the bar, ordering a bottle of Vodka. Pure vodka. You might think she was insane asking for it, but the man didn’t question her, just plopping down the unopened bottle in front of her. The woman handed over a hundred dollar bill, telling him to keep the change. She really wasn’t interested in money, but after living so long, she had a lot of money. And nearly immune to alcohol. Kind of happened when you drank quite a bit of it for a thousand years. Opening the bottle, she gulped down an amount that few could match. All the while, her gaze slowly traveled across the handful of customers…
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Post by Genevieve O'Hara on Nov 6, 2012 21:17:06 GMT -5
Genevieve hadn't really been out much lately. She really didn't feel like it. She had been mainly staying inside just relaxing and mulling over things in her head. Mostly her mind was on Luther. She wanted to help him get through this tough time with his mutant power. She had seen it first hand and she had to admit that it was frightening but she was drawn to him and wanted to help him get through it no matter what she had to do.
She had not felt so drawn to someone before in her long life but it also scared her how much she was drawn to him. She usually distanced herself from people because she knew eventually she would have to watch them die. With her healing ability keeping her young and alive it was hard to watch people die in front of her. Especially people she really cared about and loved so she had pretty much become a loner and not let anyone in. But she felt like she could let Luther in. She was just scared of the outcome in the end.
So here she was walking into a bar in New York City. A city she really didn't like. She liked being outdoors and in the woods where it wasn't so crowded but the city was the only place to find a decent drink anywhere. The brunette mutant walked into the bar and sat down a seat away from a young girl that had a bottle of alcohol and ordered herself a glass of whiskey.
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