standard disclaimers apply~
"You've got Mail!" chirped the computer obediently. Lance glanced at it quirkily, then hesitantly clicked the button. Like the saying went, 'All news is bad news'. Or at least in his case it was.
Looking back through his memories, Lance could recall that life had always been tough in the Brotherhood of Evil Mutants, especially since that grabby little Tabitha barged in. He always hated that name; they weren't evil, they just folowed orders, like they were supposed to do. But he supposed it was better than having the name "X-Men". How corny was that? Anyway, he could remember the times when Magneto and Mystique werent' just "ancient history", and were constantly on his case since he was the oldest of the group. Now, at 18, he still was.
"Hey, wow, Lance, you've got mail? Well, what are you waiting for, yo? Cilck the damn button and read it!"
Lance rolled his eyes and unleashed a small tremor strong enough to cause Todd to topple off his perch on Lance's chair, then cautiously clicked on the subject line:
~*~
Mr. Lance Alvers,
As a legal resident of the United States of America, the Bayville Judicial Court (A/N- for lack of a better name) would like to remind you that you must be present for jury duty on May 14 of this year.
Failure to comply will result in severe consequences.
Directions to the building are enclosed in the attachment included.
Sincerely,
Bayville Judicial Court...
~*~
"JURY DUTY?! Crap... I can't have jury duty! And it's in three days, too! On a SATURDAY! Argh... Whoever's being charged for whatever, I'm going to SO vote them guilty for doing this to me..." Lance growled, pacing furiously around the room.
Todd gingerly picked himself off the floor, then hopped off to get Fred and Tabitha to see it all; Pietro, hearing the commotion, was already there, thanks to his mutant ability to move faster than normal humans.
"Juryduty,didyousay? Weeeeell Lance-my-boy, I'll bet you have so much fun.."
"Shut up."
By that time, Fred, Tabitha, and Todd had arrived to see Lance try to throttle a cackling Pietro. All joined in on the fray, causing Lance to get extremely pissed off and start what could have been another "1989 Earthquake (A/N- Loma Pueba something, was it? I dunno, I was only like 6 months old..0.0 uh, forget that, hehe...)". Of course, it only shook the already worn down building, nothing more, nothing less.
Days passed. It was May 14, this year (of course). Lance was tearing down the street in his jeep, muttering curse words all the way. Pietro, Fred, Todd, and Tabitha cheerfully--too cheerfully--waved from what was left of the rickety porch.
On the way to the courtroom, Lance passed by several people frolicking about, free on a Saturday, while he had to sit in a musty building and vote if some person was guilty or not.
Slamming the large doors and huffily taking a seat in the far back of the jury stand, he glanced at the defense's table to see just who was being convicted..
"KITTY?!"
~*~TBC! ^.^ n don't forget to review, of couuurse!~*~
"You've got Mail!" chirped the computer obediently. Lance glanced at it quirkily, then hesitantly clicked the button. Like the saying went, 'All news is bad news'. Or at least in his case it was.
Looking back through his memories, Lance could recall that life had always been tough in the Brotherhood of Evil Mutants, especially since that grabby little Tabitha barged in. He always hated that name; they weren't evil, they just folowed orders, like they were supposed to do. But he supposed it was better than having the name "X-Men". How corny was that? Anyway, he could remember the times when Magneto and Mystique werent' just "ancient history", and were constantly on his case since he was the oldest of the group. Now, at 18, he still was.
"Hey, wow, Lance, you've got mail? Well, what are you waiting for, yo? Cilck the damn button and read it!"
Lance rolled his eyes and unleashed a small tremor strong enough to cause Todd to topple off his perch on Lance's chair, then cautiously clicked on the subject line:
~*~
Mr. Lance Alvers,
As a legal resident of the United States of America, the Bayville Judicial Court (A/N- for lack of a better name) would like to remind you that you must be present for jury duty on May 14 of this year.
Failure to comply will result in severe consequences.
Directions to the building are enclosed in the attachment included.
Sincerely,
Bayville Judicial Court...
~*~
"JURY DUTY?! Crap... I can't have jury duty! And it's in three days, too! On a SATURDAY! Argh... Whoever's being charged for whatever, I'm going to SO vote them guilty for doing this to me..." Lance growled, pacing furiously around the room.
Todd gingerly picked himself off the floor, then hopped off to get Fred and Tabitha to see it all; Pietro, hearing the commotion, was already there, thanks to his mutant ability to move faster than normal humans.
"Juryduty,didyousay? Weeeeell Lance-my-boy, I'll bet you have so much fun.."
"Shut up."
By that time, Fred, Tabitha, and Todd had arrived to see Lance try to throttle a cackling Pietro. All joined in on the fray, causing Lance to get extremely pissed off and start what could have been another "1989 Earthquake (A/N- Loma Pueba something, was it? I dunno, I was only like 6 months old..0.0 uh, forget that, hehe...)". Of course, it only shook the already worn down building, nothing more, nothing less.
Days passed. It was May 14, this year (of course). Lance was tearing down the street in his jeep, muttering curse words all the way. Pietro, Fred, Todd, and Tabitha cheerfully--too cheerfully--waved from what was left of the rickety porch.
On the way to the courtroom, Lance passed by several people frolicking about, free on a Saturday, while he had to sit in a musty building and vote if some person was guilty or not.
Slamming the large doors and huffily taking a seat in the far back of the jury stand, he glanced at the defense's table to see just who was being convicted..
"KITTY?!"
~*~TBC! ^.^ n don't forget to review, of couuurse!~*~