I got one thing to say before I begin--Logan/Rogue paitings are nasty! Disgusting, even. I mean, damn! That's my rant for this evening.
I don't own them... yet.
I must give credit to the idea being Gecko Of The Year (Again!)'s... sorry and thanks, Gecko!
Also, this is before Gambit's trial, which never should have happened in the first place.
Gambit laid peacefully in bed, curled up in a comfy position. He was warm and never wanted to move, at least for a good long while. Unfortuneatly...
BEEP BEEP BEEP... WHAP... BZZPP-kaPOW. Gambit's alarm went off, and in Gambit's moment of not really awake and not really asleep, it seemed like a good idea to blow it up. The sound sent shards of plastic and microchip everywhere, and he was sure the explosion could be heard everywhere. He prayed not.
Suddenly, Wolverine burst through the door. "What the hell did you do?" he snarled, as Gambit pulled himself up. "Get your ass down to the danger room, NOW! You're late." Then he slammed the door, and was gone.
Gambit groaned and quickly dressed, missing a shower he desperatly wanted. He jogged into the danger room, promptly getting hit by some sort of laser and being blasted 40 feet to the opposite wall. BAM. "Ouch" was his response, and as he lay there, hoping everyone would forget he was there, so he could curl up into a ball and fall into a painful (yet wonderfully desired) slumber. Unfortunatly...
"Gambit!" yelled Scott. "Get up, now! Hurry!" And blasted a humongous robot, a sentinel. Gambit pulled himself up, hoping desperatly for a broken leg, but alas, he was fine. He ran towards a phalanx, charging a few cards as he ran. He didn't see the vine in his way, however, and tripped over it, not only landing on his stomach and face, which hurt like a bitch, but also hurting his pride, too. *I hope noone saw that* he thought, followed by *Oh, shit!* as he realized he also had landed on his cards.
kaPOW! And Gambit wa thrown into the air about 15 feet, to land battered, bruised, and burnt in an akward position. "Gad! That hurt like a mother fu-" he began, but was cut off by a heat-seeking missile coming straight for him. He jumped up and ran in the opposite direction, and ran +smack+ into Beast.
"Gambit, MOVE!" Hank cried, and pushed the poor guy aside, knocking him down again, and right into the path of the missile. Gambit took out his bo and bashed the missile into smithereans. He was proud of himself for getting away from it, but it was short-lived. The fragments of metal had hit just about everyone, and everyone scowled in his direction.
"Computer, end program." Stated Scott. "Alright, everyone, good going. You may leave now." Gambit sighed in relief, and began to leave when Scott called "Except for Gambit. Stay here." Gambit groaned and turned around. "Why?" He cried.
"That was awful, Gambit. You've got another 2 hours." Gambit sulked back to the middle of the room, and continued bashing enemies and weapons. Finally, it was all over. He walked into the kitchen for lunch, where everyone was already gathered.
He started to sit down, but was attacked by all.
"What the hell kinda stunt was that?" growled Wolverine. "Ya ended up hurtin' Bob here pretty bad. Show him Bobby," he ordered. Bobby lifted his arm and showed a band-aid coverine a small one-inch long cut on his arm. Gambit laughed.
"Dat all? Dat's *bad*!?"
"It's not funny!" cried Bobby, and was suddenly comforted by all of the X-Chicks, who shot Gambit dirty looks... especially Rogue. "Come ta mah room after lunch" she directed, and he stopped himself from making any sort of comment on that remark, or else he knew his safety was threatend.
"Yes, ma'am," He mumbled, and stirred around his food on his plate. He took a bite of the pork loaf, and ran to the bathroom. He puked out his guts, and decided it was time to retire to his room for the time being. He wanted to at least check his temperature. He ached all over, and was suspecting the flu.
"Gambit! Next time, you'd better remember to excuse yourself or else you will suffer the consequences of your actions." Stated Cyclops.
Gambit just kept on walking, ignoring them all, until he got to his room. And realized the door was locked. And he didn't have a key.
Gambit held back his sobs, and returned downstairs. "Hey, chere, you still got dat spare room key a mine?" He asked Rogue, and she didn't answer him, just threw the key at him, and gave him an awful glare. "T'ank you", he offered, not expecting a "Your Welcome", and made it up to his room... again. He opened the door, and went straight for his medicine cabinet, pulling out the thermometer. A few minuted later, he saw he had a 104 degree temperature. "Aw, crap" he sobbed, and lay down. Not even 15 minutes later, Rogue stormed into his room and began yelling at him about how he should've been more sensitive to Bobby's injuries, and that he should've finished his pork loaf, and how badly he fudged up the danger room workout. After about 20 minutes of continuous griping, she stomped out. She slammed his door, leaving a pile of splinters and a mangled doorframe in her wake. But at that point, he hardly cared.
He layed his head down for a nap, remembering he had another Danger Room session later that afternoon. He groaned, and wished the day would hurry up and end.
Alright, that sucked. Really, really badly. Sorry I screwed up your idea so bad, Gecko. Aw, well... criticize me away! R/R, you buggers, or they'll all be this sucky!
I don't own them... yet.
I must give credit to the idea being Gecko Of The Year (Again!)'s... sorry and thanks, Gecko!
Also, this is before Gambit's trial, which never should have happened in the first place.
Gambit laid peacefully in bed, curled up in a comfy position. He was warm and never wanted to move, at least for a good long while. Unfortuneatly...
BEEP BEEP BEEP... WHAP... BZZPP-kaPOW. Gambit's alarm went off, and in Gambit's moment of not really awake and not really asleep, it seemed like a good idea to blow it up. The sound sent shards of plastic and microchip everywhere, and he was sure the explosion could be heard everywhere. He prayed not.
Suddenly, Wolverine burst through the door. "What the hell did you do?" he snarled, as Gambit pulled himself up. "Get your ass down to the danger room, NOW! You're late." Then he slammed the door, and was gone.
Gambit groaned and quickly dressed, missing a shower he desperatly wanted. He jogged into the danger room, promptly getting hit by some sort of laser and being blasted 40 feet to the opposite wall. BAM. "Ouch" was his response, and as he lay there, hoping everyone would forget he was there, so he could curl up into a ball and fall into a painful (yet wonderfully desired) slumber. Unfortunatly...
"Gambit!" yelled Scott. "Get up, now! Hurry!" And blasted a humongous robot, a sentinel. Gambit pulled himself up, hoping desperatly for a broken leg, but alas, he was fine. He ran towards a phalanx, charging a few cards as he ran. He didn't see the vine in his way, however, and tripped over it, not only landing on his stomach and face, which hurt like a bitch, but also hurting his pride, too. *I hope noone saw that* he thought, followed by *Oh, shit!* as he realized he also had landed on his cards.
kaPOW! And Gambit wa thrown into the air about 15 feet, to land battered, bruised, and burnt in an akward position. "Gad! That hurt like a mother fu-" he began, but was cut off by a heat-seeking missile coming straight for him. He jumped up and ran in the opposite direction, and ran +smack+ into Beast.
"Gambit, MOVE!" Hank cried, and pushed the poor guy aside, knocking him down again, and right into the path of the missile. Gambit took out his bo and bashed the missile into smithereans. He was proud of himself for getting away from it, but it was short-lived. The fragments of metal had hit just about everyone, and everyone scowled in his direction.
"Computer, end program." Stated Scott. "Alright, everyone, good going. You may leave now." Gambit sighed in relief, and began to leave when Scott called "Except for Gambit. Stay here." Gambit groaned and turned around. "Why?" He cried.
"That was awful, Gambit. You've got another 2 hours." Gambit sulked back to the middle of the room, and continued bashing enemies and weapons. Finally, it was all over. He walked into the kitchen for lunch, where everyone was already gathered.
He started to sit down, but was attacked by all.
"What the hell kinda stunt was that?" growled Wolverine. "Ya ended up hurtin' Bob here pretty bad. Show him Bobby," he ordered. Bobby lifted his arm and showed a band-aid coverine a small one-inch long cut on his arm. Gambit laughed.
"Dat all? Dat's *bad*!?"
"It's not funny!" cried Bobby, and was suddenly comforted by all of the X-Chicks, who shot Gambit dirty looks... especially Rogue. "Come ta mah room after lunch" she directed, and he stopped himself from making any sort of comment on that remark, or else he knew his safety was threatend.
"Yes, ma'am," He mumbled, and stirred around his food on his plate. He took a bite of the pork loaf, and ran to the bathroom. He puked out his guts, and decided it was time to retire to his room for the time being. He wanted to at least check his temperature. He ached all over, and was suspecting the flu.
"Gambit! Next time, you'd better remember to excuse yourself or else you will suffer the consequences of your actions." Stated Cyclops.
Gambit just kept on walking, ignoring them all, until he got to his room. And realized the door was locked. And he didn't have a key.
Gambit held back his sobs, and returned downstairs. "Hey, chere, you still got dat spare room key a mine?" He asked Rogue, and she didn't answer him, just threw the key at him, and gave him an awful glare. "T'ank you", he offered, not expecting a "Your Welcome", and made it up to his room... again. He opened the door, and went straight for his medicine cabinet, pulling out the thermometer. A few minuted later, he saw he had a 104 degree temperature. "Aw, crap" he sobbed, and lay down. Not even 15 minutes later, Rogue stormed into his room and began yelling at him about how he should've been more sensitive to Bobby's injuries, and that he should've finished his pork loaf, and how badly he fudged up the danger room workout. After about 20 minutes of continuous griping, she stomped out. She slammed his door, leaving a pile of splinters and a mangled doorframe in her wake. But at that point, he hardly cared.
He layed his head down for a nap, remembering he had another Danger Room session later that afternoon. He groaned, and wished the day would hurry up and end.
Alright, that sucked. Really, really badly. Sorry I screwed up your idea so bad, Gecko. Aw, well... criticize me away! R/R, you buggers, or they'll all be this sucky!