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"Kitty?!"
The bailiff, as well as most of the other jurers, glared at him to be quiet. Blushing somewhat apologetically but thinking 'cretins' in his mind, he turned to his crush with question in his eyes. "What did you... Who did you... Where... Why... How did you..."
Kitty laughed quietly, but shook her head, stopping herself. Her eyes were red and puffy; she'd been crying, Lance realized with a shock. And instead of her usual pale pink glittery strawberry scented lip gloss bought from a bitchy lady in Macy's (obsession, you know), she was wearing some sort of dark mauve. Had she become gothic?! That wasn't the girl he fell for. That would be like Pietro's five minute obsession with Rogue, who he then brushed off for Jean, and then switched to stalking Taryn, and then back to Jean, and then got caught by Duncan AND Scott at the same time, and spiraled downward from there. (A/N- funny ne? heeheehee...heh...eh...)
Kitty smiled sadly and sniffed. "Hey, Lance. I didn't know you were like, going to be here."
Not totally gothic yet. She still had her cute valley girl personality. The bailiff, apparently, didn't think she was sweet and nice, and glared at her in turn to shut up. Huffing, she did, and pouted quietly in her chair. Lance knew at once that she didn't have much of a chance to save herself. He stood up and walked down to the bailiff. Not having any nerves anymore, he barely squeaked. "Uh, excuse me.."
Some tough street-smart guy, huh?
He cleared his throat. "Hey, you!"
The bailiff whipped around and glared just as ferociously back at him. "Get back to the jurers' stand. You shouldn't be here."
Lance glared at him impatiently. Fat-ass cretin. "Look. I'm not supposed to be here. Really. I mean, if you know the defendant then--" Seeing Kitty put her head in her hands and groan, he wondered what he did wrong.
The bailiff looked scandalized. "You KNOW the defendant?"
His brain clicked in. "Shit.. I mean, no wait! Don't--"
~*~
five minutes later...
~*~
"H-Hey! Lemme back in! Come on, you can't do this to me! I won't go away until you let me back in and be a witness to Kitty---I mean the defendant!!! I mean... no, yea, the defendant!" Hearing no response from behind the courtroom doors, Lance began to pound yet again on the heavy mahogany doors. " LET ME IN GODDAMMI--WhaaAAAA!!!!" Lance was propelled forward into the room, face down on the wooden floor. It smelled like PineSol. Correction: It reeked of PineSol. No wonder it was so freaking shiny. He could just feel all eyes on him, burning through him, looking into his mind and reading it like an entertaining novel. Damn them.
Had he said that out loud? Shit. The judge took a breath, looked briefly up at the ceiling as if he was praying to his God that had probably forsaken Lance and the Brotherhood, and turned his attention back to the boy who had caused so much commotion in less than an hour. "Mr. Alvers."
Lance sighed. He knew his name. That was bad.
"Mr. ALvers. You've got an impressive record with the law. For time's sake, I won't list them all, but.."
Lance glared at him. He felt so lowly. Damn them all. Damn all those law-abiders that hated him so. Maybe that was why he hated the law so much. They didn't do anything for him, not even when he was a law-abiding "citizen". Even when he had still been innocent...
The judge continued unhindered. ".. I've never known you to show such emotion for anyone--"
'Like you know me. And you haven't seen me with the Brotherhood or anything. Fag.' he thought angrily.
"Therefore, I'll grant your wish to be a witness to the defendant, provided there shall be no more disruptions from you."
Lance blinked. A small voice inside him screamed at him, 'This is your chance to help her out! Being a jurer won't do anything but condemn her and screw her over even more than she is now! Go!' Lance nodded. "OK."
He was going to prove that his beloved was innocent. He'd prove that she still was the sweet little girl with the strawberry-scented lip gloss and rarely cried. He'd never let her be thrown in the slammer. 'Over my dead body.'
~*~
Xavier took off his Cerebro helmet and smiled un-Xavier-ly. 'Over his dead body, hmm?' he thought. ' Well, we'll see, my dear boy...
We'll see.'
~*~
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"Kitty?!"
The bailiff, as well as most of the other jurers, glared at him to be quiet. Blushing somewhat apologetically but thinking 'cretins' in his mind, he turned to his crush with question in his eyes. "What did you... Who did you... Where... Why... How did you..."
Kitty laughed quietly, but shook her head, stopping herself. Her eyes were red and puffy; she'd been crying, Lance realized with a shock. And instead of her usual pale pink glittery strawberry scented lip gloss bought from a bitchy lady in Macy's (obsession, you know), she was wearing some sort of dark mauve. Had she become gothic?! That wasn't the girl he fell for. That would be like Pietro's five minute obsession with Rogue, who he then brushed off for Jean, and then switched to stalking Taryn, and then back to Jean, and then got caught by Duncan AND Scott at the same time, and spiraled downward from there. (A/N- funny ne? heeheehee...heh...eh...)
Kitty smiled sadly and sniffed. "Hey, Lance. I didn't know you were like, going to be here."
Not totally gothic yet. She still had her cute valley girl personality. The bailiff, apparently, didn't think she was sweet and nice, and glared at her in turn to shut up. Huffing, she did, and pouted quietly in her chair. Lance knew at once that she didn't have much of a chance to save herself. He stood up and walked down to the bailiff. Not having any nerves anymore, he barely squeaked. "Uh, excuse me.."
Some tough street-smart guy, huh?
He cleared his throat. "Hey, you!"
The bailiff whipped around and glared just as ferociously back at him. "Get back to the jurers' stand. You shouldn't be here."
Lance glared at him impatiently. Fat-ass cretin. "Look. I'm not supposed to be here. Really. I mean, if you know the defendant then--" Seeing Kitty put her head in her hands and groan, he wondered what he did wrong.
The bailiff looked scandalized. "You KNOW the defendant?"
His brain clicked in. "Shit.. I mean, no wait! Don't--"
~*~
five minutes later...
~*~
"H-Hey! Lemme back in! Come on, you can't do this to me! I won't go away until you let me back in and be a witness to Kitty---I mean the defendant!!! I mean... no, yea, the defendant!" Hearing no response from behind the courtroom doors, Lance began to pound yet again on the heavy mahogany doors. " LET ME IN GODDAMMI--WhaaAAAA!!!!" Lance was propelled forward into the room, face down on the wooden floor. It smelled like PineSol. Correction: It reeked of PineSol. No wonder it was so freaking shiny. He could just feel all eyes on him, burning through him, looking into his mind and reading it like an entertaining novel. Damn them.
Had he said that out loud? Shit. The judge took a breath, looked briefly up at the ceiling as if he was praying to his God that had probably forsaken Lance and the Brotherhood, and turned his attention back to the boy who had caused so much commotion in less than an hour. "Mr. Alvers."
Lance sighed. He knew his name. That was bad.
"Mr. ALvers. You've got an impressive record with the law. For time's sake, I won't list them all, but.."
Lance glared at him. He felt so lowly. Damn them all. Damn all those law-abiders that hated him so. Maybe that was why he hated the law so much. They didn't do anything for him, not even when he was a law-abiding "citizen". Even when he had still been innocent...
The judge continued unhindered. ".. I've never known you to show such emotion for anyone--"
'Like you know me. And you haven't seen me with the Brotherhood or anything. Fag.' he thought angrily.
"Therefore, I'll grant your wish to be a witness to the defendant, provided there shall be no more disruptions from you."
Lance blinked. A small voice inside him screamed at him, 'This is your chance to help her out! Being a jurer won't do anything but condemn her and screw her over even more than she is now! Go!' Lance nodded. "OK."
He was going to prove that his beloved was innocent. He'd prove that she still was the sweet little girl with the strawberry-scented lip gloss and rarely cried. He'd never let her be thrown in the slammer. 'Over my dead body.'
~*~
Xavier took off his Cerebro helmet and smiled un-Xavier-ly. 'Over his dead body, hmm?' he thought. ' Well, we'll see, my dear boy...
We'll see.'
~*~
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