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Disclaimer: I don't own "Fallen" or XMEN.
Summary: A certain Southern gal has caught Remy Lebeau's eye.
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"Ah don't want to go into that store!" a very irritable Rogue said.
"But, like, I got this new dress, and I need silver shoes! Not camel!" said Kitty Pryde, dragging Rogue into another shoe store, for the fifth time that day.
'This girl has a whole closet full of shoes!' thought Rogue.
"What do you think of these?" asked Kitty, holding up silver ankle strap sandals.
"Ah think ya should get somebody else's help on this kinda thing," said Rogue.
After one hour of shoe shopping, Rogue, sarcastically picked up silver platform shoes, which Kitty "fell in love" with.
"Now we can go into the shop Ah want to go to," said Rogue, dragging Kitty to a very dark rock 'n' roll music store.
"Like, I don't like this place," said Kitty, looking at the cashier, who has an eye brow and nose ring, plus tattoos all over his arms.
"Whah? Because it's not full of platform shoes?" asked Rogue.
Kitty didn't reply, she was already listening to one of the CD's.
"Hey, this music is, like, cool," she said.
"What are ya listenin' to?" asked Rogue. "Tourniquet by Evanescence." Kitty answered.
"Wait! They got 'Fallen' here?" asked Rogue, grabbing the CD case out of Kitty's hands.
"Ah've been tryin' to get this CD for weeks!" said Rogue.
"But I was going to, like, buy it," said Kitty.
"Ah'm buyin' it!" said Rogue.
Kitty mumbled something under her breath.
"Ya get that one," said Rogue, pointing to another CD.
"I don't want Marylyn Manson!" shrieked Kitty.
"Good. Cause if ya did, ya would need help. A lot of it," said Rogue.
"Hey, do you smell that?" asked Kitty after the CD was paid for and they were walking out of the music store.
"It smells like cheese gumbo," said Kitty, dragging Rogue in the direction of the scent.
"But wouldn't you, belle, like to go out with me?" asked a very familiar voice.
"Kitty, Ah don't want to deal with this baboon!" Rogue shout-whispered.
"Oh please," said Kitty. "Like, what are you doing here, Cajun?"
Remy Lebeau turned around.
"I could ask you the same, mon ami," he said.
"But I won't answer you," said Kitty, one hand on her hip.
"Oh, so Kitty Pryde does have a sharp cat tongue," said Remy.
"Come on, Kitty. Let's let ReadMe try to find more fangirls," said Rogue.
"Remy," he corrected.
"Ah know. But anybody can READ you lahke a book." Rogue said.
"Oh, chere? What can you read of me?" he asked, stepping closer to her.
"Ah can read..." she said, pausing to add a dramatic effect to him.
"Ah can read that Remy Lebeau is a hopeless, dreamer boy who'll never have a girl," he looked put down. "a REAL girl," now he looked hurt.
"Come on Kitty," said Rogue, walking past Remy.
Kitty followed Rogue.
'Ah've always been a sarcastic one, but whah do Ah feel different this time by hurting Remy?' thought Rogue, she shook of the thought.
"Now I will tell you what I have done for you," Kitty blasted the song "Going Under" in Scott's car.
"Does, like, Scott know you're driving his car?" asked Kitty.
"No," said Rogue.
"He doesn't?" asked Kitty.
"No, he doesn't. And it's going to stay that-" she wasn't looking at the road, she was looking at Kitty, and she hit a fire hydrant.
"Damn," said Rogue.
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"My car!" exclaimed Scott when he saw the damage.
"Look, Ah'll pay for the damages," said Rogue for the fifth time that day.
"But---my car!" he repeated.
"Yer car, mah money!" said Rogue.
"Why did you take my car without asking!?" he asked.
"Cuz ya took mah CD player and broke it!" she said.
"That's different!" he said.
"Lahke hell it is," she said.
"My car cost more than thirty dollars," he said.
"Mah CD player cost one hundred and fifty dollars," she said.
"My. Car. Cost. More. Than. One. Hundred. And. Fifty. Dollars!" he said.
"AH SAID AH WAS GOIN' TO PAY FER IT!" she said and walked out angrily.
'He's been so weird since Dorian destroyed the sphere,' she thought.
"I need all X-Men to the danger room as soon as possible," Charles Xavier said in their minds.
Rogue, already tired, sighed and walked towards the danger room.
"What now?" she asked one she and everyone else was in the danger room.
"Apocalypse has hidden himself and he is able to block my mind," said Charles.
"And?" she asked.
"And he has taken all the brother hood captive," he said.
"Cool, let him kill Lance," said Tabitha.
Kitty stifled her giggle.
"Tabitha," said Hank in a warning voice.
"Ja, I agree vith Tabeetha," said Kurt Wagner.
Rogue rolled her eyes.
"Can Ah go now?" she asked.
"Go ahead," said Charles.
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"Hey everyone! I got fake ID's, who wants to go to that twenty-one and up pool hall?" asked Tabitha.
"Ah could use a break," said Rogue.
"Me too," agreed Amara.
"Ja," said Kurt.
All the XMEN agreed so did some of the older students who weren't in the main XMEN team.
"Like, this place is awesome," said Kitty when they got inside the pool hall.
"Who wants a beer?" asked Tabitha.
"Ah do," said Rogue.
"Same here," said Kitty and Amara at the same time.
"Four beers," said Tabitha charmingly at the bar tender.
"I thought we were here just to play pool," said Jean.
"Lahten up, Jean," said Rogue.
Jean looked angry, but Scott muttered to her, "Drop it,"
After four beers, Kitty was already drunk and flirting like crazy with all the guys there.
Kurt, her boyfriend, was starting to get mad.
"Keety," he said sternly.
"Keety? My name's not Keety. Nope. It's Kit-ty," she said, giggling madly.
Kurt sighed.
"She's so pissed," said Rogue.
"Pissed?" questioned Kurt.
"Another way of saying drunk here in America." Tabitha explained.
"Oh," said Kurt.
"Who wants to play a game of pool?" asked Amara, also giggly.
"Sure. But let's spahce it up some. We'll do bets," she said.
"Did I hear bets?" questioned a familiar Cajun.
Rogue rolled her eyes.
"What are ya doin'? Stalkin' me?" she asked.
"In your dreams, chere," he said in a deep low voice.
"If ya think that low voice and sexy Cajun accent will mesmerahze me, think again," she said.
"Oh God!" shrieked Jean.
Rogue looked at where she was looking.
Logan, Ororo and Hank just entered.
Hank was given an image inducer just like Kurt's.
"Damn," said Rogue.
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Disclaimer: I don't own "Fallen" or XMEN.
Summary: A certain Southern gal has caught Remy Lebeau's eye.
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"Ah don't want to go into that store!" a very irritable Rogue said.
"But, like, I got this new dress, and I need silver shoes! Not camel!" said Kitty Pryde, dragging Rogue into another shoe store, for the fifth time that day.
'This girl has a whole closet full of shoes!' thought Rogue.
"What do you think of these?" asked Kitty, holding up silver ankle strap sandals.
"Ah think ya should get somebody else's help on this kinda thing," said Rogue.
After one hour of shoe shopping, Rogue, sarcastically picked up silver platform shoes, which Kitty "fell in love" with.
"Now we can go into the shop Ah want to go to," said Rogue, dragging Kitty to a very dark rock 'n' roll music store.
"Like, I don't like this place," said Kitty, looking at the cashier, who has an eye brow and nose ring, plus tattoos all over his arms.
"Whah? Because it's not full of platform shoes?" asked Rogue.
Kitty didn't reply, she was already listening to one of the CD's.
"Hey, this music is, like, cool," she said.
"What are ya listenin' to?" asked Rogue. "Tourniquet by Evanescence." Kitty answered.
"Wait! They got 'Fallen' here?" asked Rogue, grabbing the CD case out of Kitty's hands.
"Ah've been tryin' to get this CD for weeks!" said Rogue.
"But I was going to, like, buy it," said Kitty.
"Ah'm buyin' it!" said Rogue.
Kitty mumbled something under her breath.
"Ya get that one," said Rogue, pointing to another CD.
"I don't want Marylyn Manson!" shrieked Kitty.
"Good. Cause if ya did, ya would need help. A lot of it," said Rogue.
"Hey, do you smell that?" asked Kitty after the CD was paid for and they were walking out of the music store.
"It smells like cheese gumbo," said Kitty, dragging Rogue in the direction of the scent.
"But wouldn't you, belle, like to go out with me?" asked a very familiar voice.
"Kitty, Ah don't want to deal with this baboon!" Rogue shout-whispered.
"Oh please," said Kitty. "Like, what are you doing here, Cajun?"
Remy Lebeau turned around.
"I could ask you the same, mon ami," he said.
"But I won't answer you," said Kitty, one hand on her hip.
"Oh, so Kitty Pryde does have a sharp cat tongue," said Remy.
"Come on, Kitty. Let's let ReadMe try to find more fangirls," said Rogue.
"Remy," he corrected.
"Ah know. But anybody can READ you lahke a book." Rogue said.
"Oh, chere? What can you read of me?" he asked, stepping closer to her.
"Ah can read..." she said, pausing to add a dramatic effect to him.
"Ah can read that Remy Lebeau is a hopeless, dreamer boy who'll never have a girl," he looked put down. "a REAL girl," now he looked hurt.
"Come on Kitty," said Rogue, walking past Remy.
Kitty followed Rogue.
'Ah've always been a sarcastic one, but whah do Ah feel different this time by hurting Remy?' thought Rogue, she shook of the thought.
"Now I will tell you what I have done for you," Kitty blasted the song "Going Under" in Scott's car.
"Does, like, Scott know you're driving his car?" asked Kitty.
"No," said Rogue.
"He doesn't?" asked Kitty.
"No, he doesn't. And it's going to stay that-" she wasn't looking at the road, she was looking at Kitty, and she hit a fire hydrant.
"Damn," said Rogue.
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"My car!" exclaimed Scott when he saw the damage.
"Look, Ah'll pay for the damages," said Rogue for the fifth time that day.
"But---my car!" he repeated.
"Yer car, mah money!" said Rogue.
"Why did you take my car without asking!?" he asked.
"Cuz ya took mah CD player and broke it!" she said.
"That's different!" he said.
"Lahke hell it is," she said.
"My car cost more than thirty dollars," he said.
"Mah CD player cost one hundred and fifty dollars," she said.
"My. Car. Cost. More. Than. One. Hundred. And. Fifty. Dollars!" he said.
"AH SAID AH WAS GOIN' TO PAY FER IT!" she said and walked out angrily.
'He's been so weird since Dorian destroyed the sphere,' she thought.
"I need all X-Men to the danger room as soon as possible," Charles Xavier said in their minds.
Rogue, already tired, sighed and walked towards the danger room.
"What now?" she asked one she and everyone else was in the danger room.
"Apocalypse has hidden himself and he is able to block my mind," said Charles.
"And?" she asked.
"And he has taken all the brother hood captive," he said.
"Cool, let him kill Lance," said Tabitha.
Kitty stifled her giggle.
"Tabitha," said Hank in a warning voice.
"Ja, I agree vith Tabeetha," said Kurt Wagner.
Rogue rolled her eyes.
"Can Ah go now?" she asked.
"Go ahead," said Charles.
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"Hey everyone! I got fake ID's, who wants to go to that twenty-one and up pool hall?" asked Tabitha.
"Ah could use a break," said Rogue.
"Me too," agreed Amara.
"Ja," said Kurt.
All the XMEN agreed so did some of the older students who weren't in the main XMEN team.
"Like, this place is awesome," said Kitty when they got inside the pool hall.
"Who wants a beer?" asked Tabitha.
"Ah do," said Rogue.
"Same here," said Kitty and Amara at the same time.
"Four beers," said Tabitha charmingly at the bar tender.
"I thought we were here just to play pool," said Jean.
"Lahten up, Jean," said Rogue.
Jean looked angry, but Scott muttered to her, "Drop it,"
After four beers, Kitty was already drunk and flirting like crazy with all the guys there.
Kurt, her boyfriend, was starting to get mad.
"Keety," he said sternly.
"Keety? My name's not Keety. Nope. It's Kit-ty," she said, giggling madly.
Kurt sighed.
"She's so pissed," said Rogue.
"Pissed?" questioned Kurt.
"Another way of saying drunk here in America." Tabitha explained.
"Oh," said Kurt.
"Who wants to play a game of pool?" asked Amara, also giggly.
"Sure. But let's spahce it up some. We'll do bets," she said.
"Did I hear bets?" questioned a familiar Cajun.
Rogue rolled her eyes.
"What are ya doin'? Stalkin' me?" she asked.
"In your dreams, chere," he said in a deep low voice.
"If ya think that low voice and sexy Cajun accent will mesmerahze me, think again," she said.
"Oh God!" shrieked Jean.
Rogue looked at where she was looking.
Logan, Ororo and Hank just entered.
Hank was given an image inducer just like Kurt's.
"Damn," said Rogue.
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