Luara Kinney/Logan: X-23 Audition

[X-23]

The girl eslking alone down the alley street seemed like almost any other as she moved, her stride steady, her head looking down, her black hair falling past her ears to cover her face. Her hands where in her pockets, as she moved quitely along. There seemed to be something almost feral about her though. Maybe it was the silence, maybe it was something in her stride, or maybe it was just one of those feelings. She continued on her way, walking deeper and deeper into one of the area's that was over run with crime, the perverts, killers, sadists. However, she did not bother to stop, as she was mixed in this criminal world deeper then some.
As she passed a group of thugs, huddling by a trash can of whatever was used to help keep the warm fire lit against the cool night's air, one of them spotted her, a cruel, cold smile becoming spread across his face. He motioned his other friends toward her, as they slowly moved toward her. Though she could hear them, she didn't stop, didn't even turn to look. The thugs then started to circle her, like wolves, calling out thier petty insults, calls, threats. She stopped, and turned, but her face still not rasing to look. Two of the five where behind her, the other three standing next to the guy that was the assumed leader.

" Well well well. Look what pretty thing has wandered into our parts boys."

The chuckles from the others followed, before the leader spoke again.

" There's a fine for coming over here, sweetheart."

He said, in a cold, twisted manner. The girl still not raise her head, though, through the cascade of dark hair, a small smile started to play on her lips. They then parted, as she spoke.

" You will leave me be, if you value your pittiful lives."

" You think that your a threat? What, you gonna scream for your daddy? Verblly insult us? "

He was now chuckling, his boys moving in to pounce.

" I warned you. I gave you a chance. Now it's too late."

Thier chuckles stopped as she raised her head, the green eyes shining from the dark. Her hands moved from her pockets, something metal sliding from between her knuckles. They looked a bit worringly at thier leader, thier actions stopping. One of them suddenly lunged at her, his knife entering the flesh of her shoulder. His face of satisfaction turned to shock as she pulled the knife out, the wound healing within seconds. She then looked at the scared thug, her own turned into a twisted, sick smirk.

" My Turn."

Her moves where swift as she stabbed him through with her claws, already on the next one before the body hit the ground. Within two minutes, everyone but the lead thug lay dead, thier bodies covered in blood, faces pale and twisted with fear, eyes nearly bulging from thier face. The leader was crawling away from her, begging like a pitiful dog for his life.

" I don't do second chances."

She stated, sending her claws through his chest, them reserfucing on the other side. His gaze was looking at her, torn with horror, fear, shock. She then redrew her claws, letting his body fall to the ground with a thud. The alley was now painted a new shade of crimsion, splattered on, along with other parts that had once belonged to the dead bodies. She looked at her hands, wiping the blood off on one of the corpse's shirts. She then brought her face back down, her black hair covering her face again, hands returning to her pockets, walking away, as if it never happened.

[Uatu the Watcher]

A little stereotypical, but isn’t that what X-23 is all about in the first place? Or at least anything short, mutanagenic, and Canadian. Spell check is your friend though.

Approved.

[X23]

((OOC: I know I'm giving her a bit of a different feel from the original player's idea.))

Five sentinels, forming a pentagon, stood tall against the sky. In the center was an unarmed girl. She simply stood there with her arms folded, staring straight ahead through unfocused eyes. Only her nose and ears twitched, but only slightly.

A loud beep went off from above. The gigantic robots raised their weapons slowly, warming up.

Still the girl waited.

All fired at once. A large cloud of dust rose around the immobile girl. The robots paused, waiting to regain visibility. As the air cleared, the girl leaped out of her cover and at the one that had been right in front of her. Blood covered much of her skin and clothing, but there wasn't a single scratch on her.

Until a pair of claws erupted from between her left knuckles. These she plunged into the "torso" of the robot to hold on while another pair came from her other hand and one came out of the toe of each boot. Like a squirrel she climbed up the metal face, dodging shots from the other four. By the time she got to its "head," it began to topple over. She used the momentum to leap onto the nearest one and began to claw at its "throat." A few shots from another bot sent the "head" flying and down it went. This time, she held on. As soon as she was on the ground, a Sentinel's "foot" came crashing down over her.

And then, silence.

[Uatu the Watcher]

And an enjoyable feel it is. I like the representation of one of X-23 cloned qualities that she didn’t receive from her Canadian predecessor; keeping her mouth shut. The post is a tad out of context of recent events, but, auditions never really need to be in the first place. Not even a single grammar of spelling error.

Approved.