[A/n: Thank you all for your reviews! I was a bit more inspired after
reading them. Okay, thanks to Red Witch, Amicitia, Lady trunks (subtle hint
taken!), Molotov, todd fan, starlightz6, simmysim, Azura, Nicky, LotusPen,
Dr. Lauryl (shipper is a term for a pairing supporter), me, and amerase.]
If you're wondering (esp Dr. Lauryl), I don't think I'll be continuing Kitty's diary for a while. Need a break from it until I can find some nice inspiration to tide me over my writer's block.
Disclaimer: I don't own X men evolution. Pui.
Inner Obsessions
Jean stared at her reflection in the mirror and frowned. She looked great, she had to admit, but there was this one thing.
It was a strand of hair. A strand of her beautiful hair that simply kept falling out of place. And no matter how many times Jean had inconspicuously flicked her mane of red hair in order to make it less obvious, it still refused to stick. Even the potency of ten different mousses and styling gels couldn't make it conform. Desperate measures had to be taken.
Jean glared at the strand of hair menacingly. "You're a menace, you know that?" she snapped, and the hair (which she had recently named Dennis) quailed slightly. [A/n: Get it? Dennis the Menace?:) *sighs* nvm. ]
"Do you know what happens to hairs that refuse to conform?" Jean asked it softly, playing with a pair of scissors on the table. Dennis squealed out loud.
"That's right," Jean said grimly, an evil smile sketched on her usually smiling (plastic) features. It made her look even scarier than usual. Dennis was shaking like a leaf.
"I have no choice," Jean said, a shadow crossing over her face. "Goodbye, Dennis."
Dennis was pleading now. "Please, no! I'll be good!" he sobbed.
Jean wasn't convinced. "I don't believe you," she snarled. She straightened up. "Besides, I like doing this kind of thing."
Dennis's high-pitched scream pierced through the cold night air.
***********
Lance stared at the screen in fury. "Scott&Jean4ever" had flamed every single one of his stories. Repeatedly. In the short space of time Lance was gone, dancing with a cushion, the f(beep)er had filled up an entire page of reviews with his mindless crap. Most of them included things like, "You utter prat! Scott rocks! Logan sucks! KILL LOGAN!!!!!!!!!!!!!" and other more insults and gripings. It rather sounded like "Scott&Jean4ever" was having some kind of seizure.
Gripping the mouse tightly as he linked to the flamer's story (the infamous "Scott and Jean Chronicles: How they Overcame All"), Lance began his usual ritual. "Flame! Flame! Flame!" he chanted, a fire in his eyes. He set to work, his fingers flying on the keyboard. An eerie light illuminated his face.
"You will pay, Scott&Jean4ever."
**********
Scott rubbed his eyes as he sat up groggily. Where was he? A giant poster of Jean loomed at him. He smiled. She was just so pretty! Even when she had that sadistic smile on her angelic face!
Still in his stupor, he pulled himself to his computer chair (an action very familiar to him nowadays, it seemed) and refreshed the screen. His eyes bugged out when he saw that he had been flamed. Repeatedly. By some dude who went by the name of "Logan&Jean4ever". He seethed on the spot. He was the moron who described Scott as the evil prat in his fic! Scott felt adrenaline coursing through his body, and stretched his arms out to loosen his muscles. He was going to need them for his flaming ritual.
Scott stared at the pageful of flames sadly before he began to flame "Logan&Jean4ever". The offending flamer had used a variety of curse words that Scott hadn't heard of in his life (being the boring, dull person he was), and the curse words alone took up a whole page. Scott was vaguely impressed, and made a mental note to save some of them for future usage.
An eerie light passed over Scott's face as he regained his composure.
"You will pay, Logan&Jean4ever."
***********
Xavier wheeled around the room idly, while Ororo and a hungover Logan watched him.
"I was thinking," he began importantly.
"That's good," Ororo said encouragingly. "Go on."
Xavier nodded and continued. "I was thinking that maybe I should extend my invitation for the mutant Christmas party to Magneto and his gang."
A deep silence followed this. "Are you crazy?" Logan snapped finally. "He'd kill us all!"
Xavier ignored him. "Besides, if I don't invite him, he might want to come and gate crash the party instead. And Christmas is a time for giving!"
"Giving our lives, you mean," Logan muttered.
Ororo shot Logan a reprimanding look. "I agree with Xavier, Logan," she told him. "He has a point there."
"See? I told you I'm a genius!" Xavier put on a proud look. "I'll send out the invitations right away!" With that, he bustled off in search for stamps.
Logan turned to Ororo. "Do you think we just landed ourselves in something?"
Ororo laughed. "Lighten up, Logan. Maybe we'll finally be able to make peace with him and the Acolytes!"
**********
"Mail for you," Sabertooth chucked the neatly pressed envelope into Magneto's lap.
Magneto glared at him. "How many times must I ask you not to do that?" he snapped. There was a slight edge in his voice. "What if it's some sort of time bomb sent to assassinate me? Do you really want to give me a forced vasectomy?"
Sabertooth just stared.
Magneto shook his head in resignation. "Never mind," he mumbled. "Bad nightmare."
He ripped the letter open and read it, his facial expression tightening as his eyes traveled down the letter. He finally let out a frustrated yell as he reached the end.
"What's wrong now?" Sabertooth asked him dully. "Paramedic bills?"
"_No_," Magneto whined. "It's Xavier. He's sent me an invitation to his annual Christmas bash."
"Well, aren't you popular," Sabertooth said. "Am I invited?"
"Yes, unfortunately." Magneto got up from his beanbag chair and started pacing the room. "This can't be happening! I was supposed to crash the party, surprise him, and kill him!"
"You could still do that."
"You can't crash a party that you're invited to, Sabertooth," Magneto explained patiently. "It's the principle of the thing."
"You could decline, and crash his party," Sabertooth suggested.
"Now _that's_ an idea," Magneto commended. "Good work, Sabertooth."
Before Sabertooth could formulate a reply, Magneto had already whipped out a piece of paper and a pink pen. Before long, the letter was finished. It went like this:
~~~~~
Dear Xavier,
Magneto here. I just received your Christmas invitation, but I fear I must decline. You see, I have spent much effort planting a bugging device in the Brotherhood house in order to find out about this so-called bash of yours, and I regret to tell you that I have already made plans to gate crash it.
Upon receiving your invitation, I was put in a predicament, but in my sudden stroke of genius, I finally came up with the brilliant idea of declining your invite (- "Hey!" Sabertooth protested - ), so as to hold priority to be able to crash it, Magneto style. On which you will scream in surprise when I enter your lair by force and kill you and your pathetic X Men.
Hugs,
Magneto the Magnificent
~~~~~~
Magneto looked pleased with himself. "All is done," he declared. "Come, Hedwig!" [A/n: sorry, I couldn't resist!]
Hedwig flew over and perched herself on Magneto's head. Magneto attached the letter to her leg with some difficulty, and sent her off.
As Magneto watched Harry Potter's owl fly off into the sunset with a wistful look, Sabertooth wondered if it would be safe to tell him that he had bird poop on his head.
*************
[A/n: Sorry, short chapter! And due to requests of reviewers, yes, Remy will be coming in later. Just tell me who you want him to be paired with (please, no voting for him to be paired with Logan or something. I want to keep my sanity, you know) in your review. Until then, I'll be in hibernation. Toodles! :)]
If you're wondering (esp Dr. Lauryl), I don't think I'll be continuing Kitty's diary for a while. Need a break from it until I can find some nice inspiration to tide me over my writer's block.
Disclaimer: I don't own X men evolution. Pui.
Inner Obsessions
Jean stared at her reflection in the mirror and frowned. She looked great, she had to admit, but there was this one thing.
It was a strand of hair. A strand of her beautiful hair that simply kept falling out of place. And no matter how many times Jean had inconspicuously flicked her mane of red hair in order to make it less obvious, it still refused to stick. Even the potency of ten different mousses and styling gels couldn't make it conform. Desperate measures had to be taken.
Jean glared at the strand of hair menacingly. "You're a menace, you know that?" she snapped, and the hair (which she had recently named Dennis) quailed slightly. [A/n: Get it? Dennis the Menace?:) *sighs* nvm. ]
"Do you know what happens to hairs that refuse to conform?" Jean asked it softly, playing with a pair of scissors on the table. Dennis squealed out loud.
"That's right," Jean said grimly, an evil smile sketched on her usually smiling (plastic) features. It made her look even scarier than usual. Dennis was shaking like a leaf.
"I have no choice," Jean said, a shadow crossing over her face. "Goodbye, Dennis."
Dennis was pleading now. "Please, no! I'll be good!" he sobbed.
Jean wasn't convinced. "I don't believe you," she snarled. She straightened up. "Besides, I like doing this kind of thing."
Dennis's high-pitched scream pierced through the cold night air.
***********
Lance stared at the screen in fury. "Scott&Jean4ever" had flamed every single one of his stories. Repeatedly. In the short space of time Lance was gone, dancing with a cushion, the f(beep)er had filled up an entire page of reviews with his mindless crap. Most of them included things like, "You utter prat! Scott rocks! Logan sucks! KILL LOGAN!!!!!!!!!!!!!" and other more insults and gripings. It rather sounded like "Scott&Jean4ever" was having some kind of seizure.
Gripping the mouse tightly as he linked to the flamer's story (the infamous "Scott and Jean Chronicles: How they Overcame All"), Lance began his usual ritual. "Flame! Flame! Flame!" he chanted, a fire in his eyes. He set to work, his fingers flying on the keyboard. An eerie light illuminated his face.
"You will pay, Scott&Jean4ever."
**********
Scott rubbed his eyes as he sat up groggily. Where was he? A giant poster of Jean loomed at him. He smiled. She was just so pretty! Even when she had that sadistic smile on her angelic face!
Still in his stupor, he pulled himself to his computer chair (an action very familiar to him nowadays, it seemed) and refreshed the screen. His eyes bugged out when he saw that he had been flamed. Repeatedly. By some dude who went by the name of "Logan&Jean4ever". He seethed on the spot. He was the moron who described Scott as the evil prat in his fic! Scott felt adrenaline coursing through his body, and stretched his arms out to loosen his muscles. He was going to need them for his flaming ritual.
Scott stared at the pageful of flames sadly before he began to flame "Logan&Jean4ever". The offending flamer had used a variety of curse words that Scott hadn't heard of in his life (being the boring, dull person he was), and the curse words alone took up a whole page. Scott was vaguely impressed, and made a mental note to save some of them for future usage.
An eerie light passed over Scott's face as he regained his composure.
"You will pay, Logan&Jean4ever."
***********
Xavier wheeled around the room idly, while Ororo and a hungover Logan watched him.
"I was thinking," he began importantly.
"That's good," Ororo said encouragingly. "Go on."
Xavier nodded and continued. "I was thinking that maybe I should extend my invitation for the mutant Christmas party to Magneto and his gang."
A deep silence followed this. "Are you crazy?" Logan snapped finally. "He'd kill us all!"
Xavier ignored him. "Besides, if I don't invite him, he might want to come and gate crash the party instead. And Christmas is a time for giving!"
"Giving our lives, you mean," Logan muttered.
Ororo shot Logan a reprimanding look. "I agree with Xavier, Logan," she told him. "He has a point there."
"See? I told you I'm a genius!" Xavier put on a proud look. "I'll send out the invitations right away!" With that, he bustled off in search for stamps.
Logan turned to Ororo. "Do you think we just landed ourselves in something?"
Ororo laughed. "Lighten up, Logan. Maybe we'll finally be able to make peace with him and the Acolytes!"
**********
"Mail for you," Sabertooth chucked the neatly pressed envelope into Magneto's lap.
Magneto glared at him. "How many times must I ask you not to do that?" he snapped. There was a slight edge in his voice. "What if it's some sort of time bomb sent to assassinate me? Do you really want to give me a forced vasectomy?"
Sabertooth just stared.
Magneto shook his head in resignation. "Never mind," he mumbled. "Bad nightmare."
He ripped the letter open and read it, his facial expression tightening as his eyes traveled down the letter. He finally let out a frustrated yell as he reached the end.
"What's wrong now?" Sabertooth asked him dully. "Paramedic bills?"
"_No_," Magneto whined. "It's Xavier. He's sent me an invitation to his annual Christmas bash."
"Well, aren't you popular," Sabertooth said. "Am I invited?"
"Yes, unfortunately." Magneto got up from his beanbag chair and started pacing the room. "This can't be happening! I was supposed to crash the party, surprise him, and kill him!"
"You could still do that."
"You can't crash a party that you're invited to, Sabertooth," Magneto explained patiently. "It's the principle of the thing."
"You could decline, and crash his party," Sabertooth suggested.
"Now _that's_ an idea," Magneto commended. "Good work, Sabertooth."
Before Sabertooth could formulate a reply, Magneto had already whipped out a piece of paper and a pink pen. Before long, the letter was finished. It went like this:
~~~~~
Dear Xavier,
Magneto here. I just received your Christmas invitation, but I fear I must decline. You see, I have spent much effort planting a bugging device in the Brotherhood house in order to find out about this so-called bash of yours, and I regret to tell you that I have already made plans to gate crash it.
Upon receiving your invitation, I was put in a predicament, but in my sudden stroke of genius, I finally came up with the brilliant idea of declining your invite (- "Hey!" Sabertooth protested - ), so as to hold priority to be able to crash it, Magneto style. On which you will scream in surprise when I enter your lair by force and kill you and your pathetic X Men.
Hugs,
Magneto the Magnificent
~~~~~~
Magneto looked pleased with himself. "All is done," he declared. "Come, Hedwig!" [A/n: sorry, I couldn't resist!]
Hedwig flew over and perched herself on Magneto's head. Magneto attached the letter to her leg with some difficulty, and sent her off.
As Magneto watched Harry Potter's owl fly off into the sunset with a wistful look, Sabertooth wondered if it would be safe to tell him that he had bird poop on his head.
*************
[A/n: Sorry, short chapter! And due to requests of reviewers, yes, Remy will be coming in later. Just tell me who you want him to be paired with (please, no voting for him to be paired with Logan or something. I want to keep my sanity, you know) in your review. Until then, I'll be in hibernation. Toodles! :)]