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Post by victorvondamme on Oct 4, 2009 13:58:45 GMT
"Come early, and let us get it out of the way, before noon." he replied, sitting back into his chair in a relaxed manner once again. She was an annoying little brat to say the least. Von Damme could not fathom why he'd ever want to marry such a creature, he had quite high standards. Of course, if her story was true, which it almost surely wasn't, it did not bode well for his wife that she does not appear to be present in Von Damme's life anymore in this future.
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Post by Death on Oct 4, 2009 14:03:26 GMT
Solaris nodded.
"I'll be ere at nine then." She informed turning on her heel and heading for the door.
She understood fully now why he was going to marry her- she was a brain washed mind slave. This arrogant Dr. Doom was just as haughty as the one from her own time only more able bodied. She felt bad for his wife, but then again she was probably just as big a bitch as he was.
Heading for the door Emily stopped when she had a hand on the handle. "You'll be sorry you doubted me." She said opening it and taking a step through into the hallway.
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Post by Primarch on Oct 8, 2009 22:24:28 GMT
Alexander Linton-Davis was making his way down the corridor, when he spotted someone leaving Dr. Von Damme's office, he couldn't help but laugh in the inside, how many times would he hear someone say that? Oh the joys of it all. It was best he just walk passed the young woman.
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Post by Death on Oct 8, 2009 22:34:33 GMT
Emily sighed when the blonde man in-front of her passed. "Is he always such a douche bag?" She asked folding her arms behind her head. The Man was very attractive from behind, great back, tight butt he must work out a lot. Something about him felt familiar though, the way he walked or something. Probably nothing, lots of guys swaggered like they thought they were all that and a bag of crisps.
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Post by Primarch on Oct 9, 2009 19:03:36 GMT
Alex stopped in his tracks, what did she just say? He turned around in the spot, eyes focusing in on the girl. "If you want to talk about the staff here like that, I'd be glad to escort you off the premises." he replied, an eyebrow raised. Sure Von Damme could be a bit blunt, but Hellions took care of each other, and didn't take crap from little tarts.
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Post by Death on Oct 9, 2009 19:09:34 GMT
She cocked an eye brow at him dear God it couldn't be.
"S- Sorry..." She said before she could stop her self. This man looked exactly like her father. Emily shook her head, that couldn't be her father should be at Xaviers now. This whole change was really getting confusing.
"I'm sorry... he just irks me some times. So blunt y'know." She offered him her hand, if it was her dad she didn't know what she'd do, she missed him so much. "I'm Emily Linton-Davis, again, I apologize for what I said."
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Post by Primarch on Oct 9, 2009 19:12:15 GMT
"Oh right, you're Dr. Von Damme's wife from the future and you have the same last name as me. Sure, perhaps its best if you left." Alex could hear her heartbeat from twenty feet away, he could hear here blink. It was hard to have a conversation anywhere in the building without him hearing it.
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Post by Death on Oct 10, 2009 3:42:45 GMT
Emily had a shocked expression on her face when he snapped at her. He'd never snapped at her before, even when she and Sophie had broken into his 'secret closet' and tried on the Primarch suit, even put all those rainbow stickers on it.
"I... I ... I'm sorry... Da-" She stopped her irish accent thick, she couldn't call him Dad. She really wasn't in a position to get mad at him either. "How did you here that?"
The girl tried to look like she wasn't going to cry, but her own dad was asking her to get out.
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Post by Primarch on Oct 13, 2009 16:03:55 GMT
"I can hear a lot of things, now I think its time you left, this is private property." She was lucky to have even made it that far, the place was tight on visitors, too many things inside that people didn't need to know about. Mainly mutants...in fact that sort of summed it up. Alex was glad to see her smug little grin appeared to have disappeared.
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Post by Death on Oct 13, 2009 16:08:19 GMT
"I have an appointment with VonDame tomorrow... I'm not just some loiterer." Emily now just wanted to crawl in a hole and die, her own father was against her.
"Y'know... having the same last name of some one isn't something to be so upset about... it's probably just coincidence... " She said walking passed him to the stairs. "Like I said, Sorry, but I didn't ask for this name."
She lingered for a bit then started down the first step biting her lip. The only good thing about today had been the Red Sox winning.
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Post by Primarch on Oct 13, 2009 16:18:19 GMT
"That's very impressive." That girl had issues, but you came across that from time to time...and by the sounds of it she was one of those Boston Irish....lame. She probably thought she was extremely Irish....or Irish at all. Damn Boston Irish.
Regardless, he just stood in his place, watching as she left, waiting to make sure she left.
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Post by Death on Oct 13, 2009 16:21:37 GMT
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