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Post by sabretooth on Apr 25, 2005 12:22:44 GMT -5
Sabretooth's room is more of a den. It is rather small compared to the other rooms and is adorned with animal skulls and furs. His bed is nothing more than a pile of large animals skins, such and beers, moose, and wolfs. Large slashes in the walls represent Sabrettoth's beserk and wild nature.
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Post by sabretooth on Apr 25, 2005 12:30:59 GMT -5
"Your naptime is over. There's a bit of a pest control problem out front. Take care of it." She arched her eyebrows in annoyance and tapped her foot as the person on the other end talked to her. "No, I don't care about what you had planned, Creed. Just kill Wolverine. Now." She slammed down the phone and looked at Rogue, waving her hand dismissively. "You can go."
Sabretooth had been sleeping when he got the call. He didn't like being woken from his nap, but when Sabretooth heard the name Wolverine he almost crushed the phone to peices. He had a score to settle with that no good tin boned freak! He quikly threw on his suit and charged out of the building.
((Continued headquarters))
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Post by sabretooth on May 2, 2005 16:51:01 GMT -5
December 20th
Over the last few months Sabretooth had been fairly good. No one was murdered, and no bar fights had occured. He killed a Grizzly while in Montana for fun, before heading back to Genosha. He had put the pelt on his wall. He walked over to a small window and looked at the winter sky. He let out a loud belch and headed to the kitchen.
((Continued in Kitchen))
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Post by sabretooth on May 6, 2005 18:25:43 GMT -5
Sabretooth entered his room, locked the door several times and set the alarm. He was paranoid after all the talk of ball slicing with Northstar. He walked over to his bed (pile of skins and furs) and collapsed in a deep sleep.
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Post by caduceus on Jun 5, 2005 15:32:31 GMT -5
Floating to the door of the disgusting pile of stench that was Creed's...well it really wasn't a room. No real room had that many animal skins. It was a den. A lair. A cave.
Happering at the entrance to Creed's cave, Jean-Paul could barely keep his nausea from rising. "Creed! Creed you disgusting incompetent ill-mannered repulsive pungent hairball! Get your filthy self out of bed now!"
Pausing a moment, he continued "You need to go shopping!"
Well it was worth a try.
He needed a new job.
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Post by sabretooth on Jun 8, 2005 19:53:35 GMT -5
He grumbled to himself as the banging on the door persisted.
"Go away!" He bellowed, covering his head with his pillow. Unfortunately, though, his enhanced senses still picked up on the shouting and insults from the other side of the door. He rolled out of bed and stomped towards the entrance to his cave. Fumbling with the locks and alarms, he eventually opened the door, more than a little irritated.
"What?"
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Post by caduceus on Jun 11, 2005 7:07:33 GMT -5
"Go away!" Creed's voice shouted through the door. Jean-Paul only grinned mercilessly and redoubled his knocking.
Eventually, just like he knew he would, Creed gave way and the locks opened. "What?" the man himself asked surly as ever.
"Why I wanted the pleasure of your company Victor." Jean-Paul replied, voice saccharine sweet. Glancing around behind the man, his nostrils flared at the scent of the bedroom. "Good God, don't you use a bathroom or did something die down here?" He snapped.
"Get up Creed. You need to go shopping."
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Post by sabretooth on Jun 12, 2005 4:23:22 GMT -5
He growled under his breath. The only thing worse than being awakened from a good sleep was being awakened from a good sleep by a little moron who thinks he's funny. Rubbing his eyes, he stepped into the hallway. "Shopping?"
Last time he'd gone, Mystique had made sure to make it uncomfortable by announcing that she needed tampons. God only knows what this twit will come up with. He turned to his room briefly, then looked at Jean Paul once more. Would this be a good time to threaten bodily harm? Why not? "The smell is all those other little fucks who made the mistake of waking me up to go shopping. Go find someone else to zip up your dresses when you try them on."
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Post by caduceus on Jun 12, 2005 5:54:59 GMT -5
"The smell is all those other little f**ks who made the mistake of waking me up to go shopping. Go find someone else to zip up your dresses when you try them on."
Jean-Paul's narrowed. "There are so many things wrong with that sentence that I don't know where to begin." He had absolutely zero tolerance for that kind of crap. Zipping back to his room briefly, he returned with a lighter.
Standing on the other side of the hallway from Creed, all he needed was to get the man out of the way. "So Creed," he said, voice questioning. "Did you know that Mystique has gone? Thats right buddy, she split. I guess the two of you just weren't meant to be." Grinning broadly now, he continued "Oh, and plant boy seems to be gone as well. What a remarkable coincidence." Voice hard and amused now, he finished "You got played last night Creed. She got you all hot and bothered and then buggered off with her little boytoy. Its almost sad."
Jean-Paul almost hoped that wouldn't get Creed to move. There was so much fun to be had.
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Post by sabretooth on Jun 12, 2005 7:28:47 GMT -5
He tensed up, digging his nails into the palms of his hands, trying not to let Jean-Paul get to him. He had a feeling that the little man was doing this all on purpose, and there was no way in hell that he was going to give him the satisfaction of seeing him explode. That said, he did have plans to leave some very dead animals in Moss' room.
"At least I got that far. You've been trying t oget down her pants since the day you arrived. I've been there, and there ain't room for you." He smiled, a sudden thought coming to mind. "Actually, there's probably too much room for you, if you know what I mean."
His smile widened at his own semi-clever remark. If Jean-Paul wanted to fight dirty, Creed was more than happy to oblige.
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Post by caduceus on Jun 12, 2005 7:49:20 GMT -5
"At least I got that far. You've been trying t oget down her pants since the day you arrived. I've been there, and there ain't room for you." He smiled, a sudden thought coming to mind. "Actually, there's probably too much room for you, if you know what I mean."
There was no stopping it. Jean-Paul burst out with laughter, clutching his sides. "Jesus Creed, your really clued in." He managed to choke out. "You have just set a new standard for obliviousness."
Good God, the idiot was just standing there grinning. Jean-Paul gained control of himself again, fairly quickly, still chuckling. "Oh where to begin, where to begin." He mused aloud. "Lets start at the start. The notion of touching Mystique makes me more than a little nauseous. The fact that you've "been there, done that, bought the t-shirt" is, to any civilized," pausing, Jean-Paul gave an audible sniff, "hygenic person a larger deterrent that putting her in a chastity belt."
Climbing up from where he'd fallen against the wall, Jean-Paul was still grinning. "As for my endowments," he began, letting his eyes rove slowly and deliberately down Creed's body to his crotch, he arched an eyebrow and finished "I'm not the one who should have any worries."
[OOC- Please tell me Sabes put on pants before staggering over. Please.]
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Post by sabretooth on Jun 12, 2005 8:03:29 GMT -5
((OOC- mwahahaha))
He narrowed his eyes at Northstar and growled again, this time not caring if anyone heard. Looking down, he realized that he hadn't put on any pants, preferring to sleep in the nude. His mouth twitched, and it was all he could do to keep himself from gutting the little twerp right then and there. "It's cold in here."
He nodded, reassuring himself as much as Northstar, then realizing that he had been had. Letting out a yell, he moved into his room and pulled on a pair of old tattered jeans.
"What do you want? Or did you just come here to play games?"
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Post by caduceus on Jun 12, 2005 8:58:36 GMT -5
"It's cold in here." Sabretooth grunted.
Rolling his eyes, voice heavy with irony, Jean-Paul replied "Of course it is Creed. It was obviously cold last night too. After all, we're only on an island off the coast of Africa. Its practically Antarctica."
Creed nodded absently then realised what he'd done. Yelling and muttering, he went back into his room, pulling on a pair of the most revolting jeans Jean-Paul had ever seen. Was that green denim or mould?
Shuddering, Jean-Paul followed him in, absently toying with the lighter in his palm. Much fun was still to be had.
"What do you want? Or did you just come here to play games?" Creed growled.
Honestly. "Weren't you paying attention?" Jean-Paul snapped. "You need to go shopping. We're out of food, Mystique is playing "Mrs. Robinson" with her boytoy and God only knows where Magneto is. Which leaves you, big lizard guy and the crazy knight in shining armour. Lizard guy will just eat bugs, the oddball will just call everyone "stripling", which has to be some form of compensation and manage to come back with ale and four spit-roasted swine. I don't shop for food. Which leaves you. You better hurry up Creed, otherwise your stomach will probably start eating itself. It'll grow back of course but then it'll just start all over again. There's money around somewhere but I'm sure you can just scare the shopkeeper into letting you keep the trolley to help you get it back."
Walking around Creed to the mans...well nests were for birds. This was more of a...den? It looked like someone had reversed a badly dug hole. Crouching down next to it, Jean-Paul grinned up at Creed. "My God Creed, your the gassiest person I've ever met."
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Post by sabretooth on Jun 12, 2005 20:03:11 GMT -5
He growled again at Jean-Paul. No way he was going to take orders from this little twerp. If he was so hungry, he could go shopping himself. Unfortunately, Victor's stomach started to growl as well, and he realized that he probably did need to go shopping. He grabbed a shirt and put it on, trying to ignore the fact that Jean-Paul was scrutinizing his bedroom.
"I'm not going because you told me to." He wanted to make that perfectly clear. "I'm hungry."
Heading towards the door, he didn't even bother to close it behind him, figuring that Jean-Paul would do so whenever he finished his little inspection. Given the state of the room and Jean-Paul's hygenic perfection, there was a fair chance that the man would leave without touching anything.
((Creed goes shopping))
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Post by caduceus on Jun 13, 2005 5:41:54 GMT -5
"I'm not going because you told me to." He wanted to make that perfectly clear. "I'm hungry."
"Of course you are dear," Jean-Paul muttered. "Don't forget to buy something other than meat."
As Creed stormed surlily out of the room, Jean-Paul glanced around. This place was a health hazard. Waiting a few minutes until Creed's heavy clomping footsteps had receded from sound, Jean-Paul took a breath and flicked his little switch, speeding himself up.
In seconds, he gathered up all the furs or perhaps they were rugs, and as much of Creed's clothing as he could bear to touch. Telling himself he was doing it for the good of the world and all that, touching the seedy mass as little as possible, Jean-Paul headed outside.
((Continued in Outside the Headquarters.))
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