Surf, Sand and Sunburn
Authors: Silverwolfprincess and bluefire
Disc;aimer: GL owns Star Wars. Jude Watson owns Xanatos. I own Rehteah Lumarin. Bluefire owns everything else.
Summary: Rehteah, Kit and co. decide to go to the beach and hilarity ensues. A lot of Xani and Shane bashing.
Feedback: Yes! It's a writer's best friend! ::gets cut off by muse before even getting one word out::
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The pink school buses had filled with different people, each with different
patrons to chaperone.
Blondie sat by the window, Kit in the middle, James sitting by her, Cleo
sitting by him. Rehteah, Jin, Clarise and Ping behind them.
Magnus wasn't out there, Kit observed from the middle window seat, staring
out of the window. ~Probably doesn't want to get sand in his armor,~ Kit
thought. ~At least he could have some of his students go.~ Kit was startled
out of her reverie when Ping stood up and she heard his field trip advise for
the new students and morons when everyone was in the bus.
"Okay. First things first," Ping said.
Kit usually didn't listen to the advise because she already knew half of
it, so she contented herself to scratching Blondie's head and chewing a piece
of gum from the front pocket of her backpack. Kit checked off some things on
a checklist, while Ping said.
"If you have to go to the bathroom, tell Arachne and wait." "But, Ping," A
freshman piped up. "Isn't there a bathroom back there?"
"Yeah, but there is no ventilation and the damn things are
only cleaned out in bus depots. And suppose the driver took a long, smelly
shit in there. Would you really want to smell the stench?" Silence.
"I thought not. Second,
the microphone up here is for important announcements and possibly karaoke.
Nothing else. No making statements that say a group of people, someone or
something rules. No making really rude noises or stupid sound effects in it.
No party invitations to a cabana with, uh, water sports, *Shane*. Jin and I might laugh,
but Arachne will kick your ass if you do that.
Third, try to keep yourselves entertained. If you decide to play license
plates or any other lame, annoying game,
I will kick your ass so hard, you will be wearing it for a hat. Tell me or
Jin and you might get your fifteen minutes of karioke fame. Lastly, Arachne will tell
you all about the place, so don't worry."
Kit concluded that she was ready for the beach and the road. A CD player, CD's, two
cases of Jin's mechano-caps (a green case and a blue case), her tazer, her lighter, a canister of binaca,
a bathing suit, three packs of gum, a book with a title that said "How to get
people you hate at the beach," a box of doggie treats, a compact mirror and a
thermos of chai.
"Hey, Kit?" Rehteah asked from the seat behind her. "Yeah?" "How many times
do you go on these field trips?" "Every year. The patrons need a day off once
in a while, so that's why we go on the fun ones. No homework or anything. Oh,
and Arachne would probably be too busy laughing to kick your ass if you said
something funny enough." "Has that happened?" "Well, Shane said something
about a frat and Arachne punted him in the ass away from the mike and all the
way down the aisle, to his seat in the back." Rehteah, Jin, James, Cleo and
Clarise laughed and Kit said, choking back a laugh, "I think that was pretty
funny, too. He doesn't learn quickly, though. That's why I have my white rose
cam."
Kit held up a gold pin that had what looked like a metal worked white rose.
Kit opened a window and saw Shane eyeing her. "Look, McMoron. I don't feel
like dealing with your bullshit today, okay?"
"Hey, ladies." Shane said smoothly, ignoring Kit's look of pure disgust and
annoyance. "I own a cabana in that beach.
What do you say we go in and-" "What do you say you take that proposition,"
Kit interrupted, "And shove it up your ass. All up in your ass." "Ooh,
fiesty." Shane moved into Kit's seat, sitting on James, who yelled at him to
get off, poking him in the back. Kit stood up to her full height, ignoring
her brothers' attempt to make her sit back down,
took out the tazer, pointed it at his throat and said, "Touch me and you'll
be more fried than a sunburned slug." "You're bluffing!"
Shane's eyes studied her. "You want to try me?" Kit replied, an eerie, almost
feline calm took over her. Rehteah was sure that if Kit had a tail, it would
be twitching. Shane left the girls alone.
The bus moved and Kit sat back down. Shane found a seat in the back, by a
hole in the bathroom wall.
Blondie's head was out the window, going back inside every once in a while.
When Arachne went to the bathroom to spray it, Kit saw the gum had lost
flavor and saw Shane walk to the microphone.
A penny that Cleo threw landed on his arm.
He saw Kit studying him and gave her a suggestive wink. The only reply was a
bright blue wad of ABC gum lodged in his blond hair at the back of his head.
"Hey, everybody," Shane was heard, a sly grin on his face. "Party on my
cabana. There's a hot tub, a jacuzzi and a pool for a few, ah, water sports
after dark." Kit had pinned the rose to the front of the bandanna she was
wearing. She heard something like a swish and turned around just to see a spidery thing go
up behind Shane. Kit whispered "This is it." Arachne turned back to her
natural form, drew her foot back and- "Yeah! Arachne's kicking Shane's ass
again!" Kit yelled, careful to be heard in the camera. So she was.
Arachne was punting the 16-year old boy in the butt down the aisle until he
finally sat back down in his seat. Kit and her friends and brothers in the
middle of the left side of the bus laughed and Rehteah yelled to Shane
"Serves you right, you stupid bastard!" "Aaah." Kit sighed happily. "The law
of karma works again." Before she turned on her CD player.
Here's the first part done by Bluefire. The next part is done by me. R&R!
Authors: Silverwolfprincess and bluefire
Disc;aimer: GL owns Star Wars. Jude Watson owns Xanatos. I own Rehteah Lumarin. Bluefire owns everything else.
Summary: Rehteah, Kit and co. decide to go to the beach and hilarity ensues. A lot of Xani and Shane bashing.
Feedback: Yes! It's a writer's best friend! ::gets cut off by muse before even getting one word out::
*****************************************************************************************************
The pink school buses had filled with different people, each with different
patrons to chaperone.
Blondie sat by the window, Kit in the middle, James sitting by her, Cleo
sitting by him. Rehteah, Jin, Clarise and Ping behind them.
Magnus wasn't out there, Kit observed from the middle window seat, staring
out of the window. ~Probably doesn't want to get sand in his armor,~ Kit
thought. ~At least he could have some of his students go.~ Kit was startled
out of her reverie when Ping stood up and she heard his field trip advise for
the new students and morons when everyone was in the bus.
"Okay. First things first," Ping said.
Kit usually didn't listen to the advise because she already knew half of
it, so she contented herself to scratching Blondie's head and chewing a piece
of gum from the front pocket of her backpack. Kit checked off some things on
a checklist, while Ping said.
"If you have to go to the bathroom, tell Arachne and wait." "But, Ping," A
freshman piped up. "Isn't there a bathroom back there?"
"Yeah, but there is no ventilation and the damn things are
only cleaned out in bus depots. And suppose the driver took a long, smelly
shit in there. Would you really want to smell the stench?" Silence.
"I thought not. Second,
the microphone up here is for important announcements and possibly karaoke.
Nothing else. No making statements that say a group of people, someone or
something rules. No making really rude noises or stupid sound effects in it.
No party invitations to a cabana with, uh, water sports, *Shane*. Jin and I might laugh,
but Arachne will kick your ass if you do that.
Third, try to keep yourselves entertained. If you decide to play license
plates or any other lame, annoying game,
I will kick your ass so hard, you will be wearing it for a hat. Tell me or
Jin and you might get your fifteen minutes of karioke fame. Lastly, Arachne will tell
you all about the place, so don't worry."
Kit concluded that she was ready for the beach and the road. A CD player, CD's, two
cases of Jin's mechano-caps (a green case and a blue case), her tazer, her lighter, a canister of binaca,
a bathing suit, three packs of gum, a book with a title that said "How to get
people you hate at the beach," a box of doggie treats, a compact mirror and a
thermos of chai.
"Hey, Kit?" Rehteah asked from the seat behind her. "Yeah?" "How many times
do you go on these field trips?" "Every year. The patrons need a day off once
in a while, so that's why we go on the fun ones. No homework or anything. Oh,
and Arachne would probably be too busy laughing to kick your ass if you said
something funny enough." "Has that happened?" "Well, Shane said something
about a frat and Arachne punted him in the ass away from the mike and all the
way down the aisle, to his seat in the back." Rehteah, Jin, James, Cleo and
Clarise laughed and Kit said, choking back a laugh, "I think that was pretty
funny, too. He doesn't learn quickly, though. That's why I have my white rose
cam."
Kit held up a gold pin that had what looked like a metal worked white rose.
Kit opened a window and saw Shane eyeing her. "Look, McMoron. I don't feel
like dealing with your bullshit today, okay?"
"Hey, ladies." Shane said smoothly, ignoring Kit's look of pure disgust and
annoyance. "I own a cabana in that beach.
What do you say we go in and-" "What do you say you take that proposition,"
Kit interrupted, "And shove it up your ass. All up in your ass." "Ooh,
fiesty." Shane moved into Kit's seat, sitting on James, who yelled at him to
get off, poking him in the back. Kit stood up to her full height, ignoring
her brothers' attempt to make her sit back down,
took out the tazer, pointed it at his throat and said, "Touch me and you'll
be more fried than a sunburned slug." "You're bluffing!"
Shane's eyes studied her. "You want to try me?" Kit replied, an eerie, almost
feline calm took over her. Rehteah was sure that if Kit had a tail, it would
be twitching. Shane left the girls alone.
The bus moved and Kit sat back down. Shane found a seat in the back, by a
hole in the bathroom wall.
Blondie's head was out the window, going back inside every once in a while.
When Arachne went to the bathroom to spray it, Kit saw the gum had lost
flavor and saw Shane walk to the microphone.
A penny that Cleo threw landed on his arm.
He saw Kit studying him and gave her a suggestive wink. The only reply was a
bright blue wad of ABC gum lodged in his blond hair at the back of his head.
"Hey, everybody," Shane was heard, a sly grin on his face. "Party on my
cabana. There's a hot tub, a jacuzzi and a pool for a few, ah, water sports
after dark." Kit had pinned the rose to the front of the bandanna she was
wearing. She heard something like a swish and turned around just to see a spidery thing go
up behind Shane. Kit whispered "This is it." Arachne turned back to her
natural form, drew her foot back and- "Yeah! Arachne's kicking Shane's ass
again!" Kit yelled, careful to be heard in the camera. So she was.
Arachne was punting the 16-year old boy in the butt down the aisle until he
finally sat back down in his seat. Kit and her friends and brothers in the
middle of the left side of the bus laughed and Rehteah yelled to Shane
"Serves you right, you stupid bastard!" "Aaah." Kit sighed happily. "The law
of karma works again." Before she turned on her CD player.
Here's the first part done by Bluefire. The next part is done by me. R&R!
