Writer:Blimey The Toad
Charectors:Trent=mine, everyone else is Marvels.
Please review!
This kinda introduces a new charector guy I made up. Don't worry, I'll write the Drug sequel soon. ;)
I approached the tall, lanky guy with the weird sunglasses, the one I recognised from when he came and "recruited" me, I guess you'd call it. He was with a red headed chick, kinda pretty, but nothing really special about her, or him either really. But I knew there was something hidden under their normal exterior, something freakish and cool. For one, the sunglasses guy could shoot these beams outta his eyes. I don't much know what the redhead chick does. Hope it's a as cool as the guy. I'd love to see that.
"Uh, hi. Steve, is it?"
"Well, no. It's Scott actually, and this is my wife, Jean. And you are Trent, I presume?" He wrapped his arm around her waist as he said the words "my wife". Scott, huh? Steve fit him better. He looks like a Steve.
"Ah, well, yeah, I guess you're right. I never been up this far North before. Dang, I've actually never been up past Kentucky. Sad, huh?"
"I suppose. How old are you again?" This guy had no personality that I could tell as of yet. Maybe he's just shy.
"17."
"Oh. You look younger than that. You don't look a day over 14." I coulda hit him for that one. "Oh, sorry Jean, I just don't know how to deal with kids." Kids?! I woulda commented on it, till I realized that not a word had been spoken between the two of them. Maybe the Jean chick was a telepath. I heard about them before.
"Can we go, already?" This Steve guy was beginning to tick me off.
"Sure." Jean still hadn't said anything, and Scott was still as pompous acting as he was from the beginning. Hopefully they're not all like this, I silently prayed.
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"Whoa, dang, this place is huge! Dude, no one said anything about any mansion! This... this is frickin' awesome!"
"By the way, the place is a mansion."
"Thanks, Scott. Really." I didn't think I liked him. Not much at all.
"When we get in, behave yourself. I hope they will." He looked out the window.
"Alright, *Dad*, whatever." Nope, don't like him at all.
"So, Jenny-"
"Jean." She cut in. Her voice was nice. Her expression soft. And she married Scotty. Maybe being a telepath screwed with your mind or somethin'. I don't know.
"Uh, Jean... how are you?" I couldn't think of anything else to say.
"Fine, and yourself?"
"I'm doin' fi-"
"We're here. Get out." In fact, I darn near despise him, and I just met the jerk- uh, I mean guy.
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I walked in, and the inside was as beautiful as the outside. I was led into a room with a large TV, a DVD player, a crapload of surround sound stuff, a VCR, and... oh, my god! A PLAYSTATION 2!
"Dude, ya'll got one! Ya'll got a Playstation 2! I *so* envy you!"
"If you remember, it's part yours now too." The beautiful Jean spoke some even more beautiful words. Ahh, music to my ears.
"How'd ya manage to get this?"
"Gambit got connections, homme." The dude with the cool contact lenses spoke some funky accent. Maybe it was ebonics. I don't know accents. Whatever.
"Who's Gambit?"
" 't's me."
"But I thought you said... did you just speak in 3rd person or something? I'm confused..."
"Yes, *I* did." He spoke better grammar that time. But he looked pissed. I decided to try and lighten things up.
"So, where'd ya get the cool contact lenses... uh, homme." I sounded like an idiot, but as they say: imitation is the best form of... ah, whatever, I forget.
"I guess from God. They be real. And don't say homme again. 't's mine." Whoops. Maybe I better stear clear of this guy for a while.
"Oh-kay! So-" I turned to a hairy, mean looking guy. Shorter than me, but probably weighed 3 times as much. "-how you doin'?"
He grunted out, "Shut up. Watchin' the game, bub."
And I just sat, eyes straight ahead, waiting for someone to say something. Hoping there was a chick somewhere, as they seemed to be nicer than this bunch. But Jean was gone, and Scott told me were going to me Xavier. I never seen the guy, Xavier, before, but it seemed that Scott looked up to him, from his voice, and I was not too keen on meeting Scotty's role model. But I followed.
Gulp.
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To Be Continued...
Charectors:Trent=mine, everyone else is Marvels.
Please review!
This kinda introduces a new charector guy I made up. Don't worry, I'll write the Drug sequel soon. ;)
I approached the tall, lanky guy with the weird sunglasses, the one I recognised from when he came and "recruited" me, I guess you'd call it. He was with a red headed chick, kinda pretty, but nothing really special about her, or him either really. But I knew there was something hidden under their normal exterior, something freakish and cool. For one, the sunglasses guy could shoot these beams outta his eyes. I don't much know what the redhead chick does. Hope it's a as cool as the guy. I'd love to see that.
"Uh, hi. Steve, is it?"
"Well, no. It's Scott actually, and this is my wife, Jean. And you are Trent, I presume?" He wrapped his arm around her waist as he said the words "my wife". Scott, huh? Steve fit him better. He looks like a Steve.
"Ah, well, yeah, I guess you're right. I never been up this far North before. Dang, I've actually never been up past Kentucky. Sad, huh?"
"I suppose. How old are you again?" This guy had no personality that I could tell as of yet. Maybe he's just shy.
"17."
"Oh. You look younger than that. You don't look a day over 14." I coulda hit him for that one. "Oh, sorry Jean, I just don't know how to deal with kids." Kids?! I woulda commented on it, till I realized that not a word had been spoken between the two of them. Maybe the Jean chick was a telepath. I heard about them before.
"Can we go, already?" This Steve guy was beginning to tick me off.
"Sure." Jean still hadn't said anything, and Scott was still as pompous acting as he was from the beginning. Hopefully they're not all like this, I silently prayed.
**********
"Whoa, dang, this place is huge! Dude, no one said anything about any mansion! This... this is frickin' awesome!"
"By the way, the place is a mansion."
"Thanks, Scott. Really." I didn't think I liked him. Not much at all.
"When we get in, behave yourself. I hope they will." He looked out the window.
"Alright, *Dad*, whatever." Nope, don't like him at all.
"So, Jenny-"
"Jean." She cut in. Her voice was nice. Her expression soft. And she married Scotty. Maybe being a telepath screwed with your mind or somethin'. I don't know.
"Uh, Jean... how are you?" I couldn't think of anything else to say.
"Fine, and yourself?"
"I'm doin' fi-"
"We're here. Get out." In fact, I darn near despise him, and I just met the jerk- uh, I mean guy.
**********
I walked in, and the inside was as beautiful as the outside. I was led into a room with a large TV, a DVD player, a crapload of surround sound stuff, a VCR, and... oh, my god! A PLAYSTATION 2!
"Dude, ya'll got one! Ya'll got a Playstation 2! I *so* envy you!"
"If you remember, it's part yours now too." The beautiful Jean spoke some even more beautiful words. Ahh, music to my ears.
"How'd ya manage to get this?"
"Gambit got connections, homme." The dude with the cool contact lenses spoke some funky accent. Maybe it was ebonics. I don't know accents. Whatever.
"Who's Gambit?"
" 't's me."
"But I thought you said... did you just speak in 3rd person or something? I'm confused..."
"Yes, *I* did." He spoke better grammar that time. But he looked pissed. I decided to try and lighten things up.
"So, where'd ya get the cool contact lenses... uh, homme." I sounded like an idiot, but as they say: imitation is the best form of... ah, whatever, I forget.
"I guess from God. They be real. And don't say homme again. 't's mine." Whoops. Maybe I better stear clear of this guy for a while.
"Oh-kay! So-" I turned to a hairy, mean looking guy. Shorter than me, but probably weighed 3 times as much. "-how you doin'?"
He grunted out, "Shut up. Watchin' the game, bub."
And I just sat, eyes straight ahead, waiting for someone to say something. Hoping there was a chick somewhere, as they seemed to be nicer than this bunch. But Jean was gone, and Scott told me were going to me Xavier. I never seen the guy, Xavier, before, but it seemed that Scott looked up to him, from his voice, and I was not too keen on meeting Scotty's role model. But I followed.
Gulp.
**********
To Be Continued...