Whoa . . . honestly speaking, I'm pooped. This is obviously one of those
more *ahem* "important" chapters, so I had to spend hours planning this.
Needless to say, I'm getting seriously sleep-deprived. 0_o. I was a bit
confused with the Rogue pairing at the beginning, 'cause I was deciding:
Pietro or Remy? Pietro or Remy? Finally, I asked some random person on the
Internet who doesn't know a single thing about X men evolution on which
name sounded better, and well - just read it to find out. Pretty dumb way
to choose, I guess. :)
As usual, big thanks to all my reviewers: evolutionary spider, flitwicke, todd fan, school kids, me, Red witch, klucky, vanessa/ Shades of Red, Dr. Lauryl, Candice, amerase, Lyra Silvertongue, Eileen, JusticeLeagueGal and klucky. Thank you!
Entry 18
I'm in shock.
Okay. Breathe. I'll start at the beginning.
After I snuck out stealthily after Rogue, I had to dodge all that darn security cameras and lasers on the lawn. I watched as she hailed a cab in town, and I had to hail one too. I finally got to say the long awaited line of telling the taxi driver to "Follow that cab!" I've always watched those action movies where the hero says that line, and the cab speeds up and actually runs all those red lights just to keep on track. Of course, it didn't real work out that way.
The moment I said that line, I sat back, satisfied with myself. I was getting in the excitement of it all, and when the light turned red just as Rogue's cab zoomed past, I kind of expected the cab driver to drive on, y'know? But he just sat back and scratched his chin unconcernedly as we waited for the light to change back to green. I was momentarily confused by all of this, and asked him why we weren't going to run the red light. He snorted and said, "Girlie, if you don't like the way I drive, you can just get out of this cab."
"But that's what they do in the movies!" I cried out in protest. "You're supposed to be professional! You lazy bum!" Note that I was getting highly agitated at this point, as Rogue's cab became a tiny, miserable speck in the distance. I had no intention of heading back to the institute without her.
[A/n: Shall I l end the chapter here to torture you all? evil laugh j/k!]
Guess what happened next? The damn cab driver kicked me out! Can you believe that? What a pig! I stepped out onto the road furiously, and had to hire another one (the bright side was that I had traveled so far without being charged a single cent). I had to direct the new driver how to get to where I suspected Rogue was going. After dozens of wrong turns, and constant circling which seemed to go on forever, I finally spotted Rogue entering some shady looking building in one of the dark alleys. Considering the fact that I didn't have enough money to pay for the cab fare, I decided to play it cool and said, "Keep the change", placing the bills (strategically fluffed up to make them look of higher value) in his hand and running as fast as I could towards the alley without looking back.
Ignoring his yelp of, "You cheated me!" I headed into the building and stared around in amazement. Surrounding me were a bunch of sleazy-looking men drinking booze, speaking in French, I believe. The first thought that crossed my mind was "Rogue comes here every night to do _what_??" The most horrible thoughts crossed my mind as I contemplated what she was doing in this kind of place. Fortunately, I didn't have to think any further, because I spotted Rogue chatting animatedly (paranormal sighting!) to some guy whose back was facing me. He was wearing a trenchcoat with tons of pockets, and his hair was a kind of reddish-brown. I decided to watch them from a distance, which didn't work, obviously. Rogue seemed to have her "fellow roommate" radar on, because in five seconds, her head snapped in my direction, and I felt like a deer caught in headlights. For a moment, I saw her cheeks take on a tinge of red, but they disappeared almost instantly.
She gave me a piercing Look, and the guy turned around to see what Rogue was looking at, I suppose. I had to squint to see his features clearly. He wasn't bad looking, and he had this reckless sort of look in his eyes. My feet started walking in their direction before I could stop myself, and as I got closer, I noticed that the guy (his name was Remy, or so I heard Rogue mumble later) had a wineglass in front of him. Rogue had one too, and I gawked at her in a very unladylike manner. She gave me another glare, and said, "It's fruit punch." I felt like a total idiot.
Remy shot me a charming grin as he shrugged indifferently, and introduced himself. I sat down on a ratty armchair next to them (not because I was invited to, but because I felt like my legs weren't going to hold out), and a stagnant silence ensued. The tension was so thick, you could slice it with a knife.
Rogue suddenly went, "What're you doing here?" the same time I said the exact same thing. Remy laughed, but Rogue was looking murderous. I was tempted to race out of the door, and almost did, actually, if not for the deranged cabbie who suddenly charged in, followed by a gruff-looking policeman. I almost keeled over in shock as the cabbie spotted me, and pointed an accusing finger in my direction. The next thing I knew, I was being led out with Rogue and Remy into a police car, and we sat in the car in stunned silence as it headed to the police station. Rogue was looking pissed, Remy was confused, and I was in awe. I mean, you cheat a cabbie of a couple of dollars and this is where it gets you. The irony of it all!
Rogue and Remy were released, but I was detained. I didn't even get the chance to plead innocence or something. I seriously, seriously hope that Rogue will rush back to tell the professor, who will pay my bail, so that I can go back home and pretend none of this actually happened. Which is also highly unlikely, now that I think of it. I'm just lucky that they didn't confiscate this laptop from me after they threw me in the jail cell.
Oh God. Lance's birthday is tomorrow!! And I haven't gotten him a single thing! But it's too late anyway. If he asks where I am tomorrow, I'm sure someone's bound to tell him that I'm in jail. Problem solved.
Sort of.
So I guess I'll have to sleep on this concrete floor until they release me. That damn cabbie better not be blowing the story out of proportion, or I'll wring his neck when I get out of here (that is, IF I get out of here. Big IF).
I'M TURNING INTO A JUVENILE DELINQUENT!!! AAARRGGH!!!!!
Tbc. . .
[A/n: surprise ending? I kind of wanted to put Kitty in jail for a while. She'll get out soon enough - I hope. Sorry for the extremely slow update! I'll update faster next time. Please review!]
As usual, big thanks to all my reviewers: evolutionary spider, flitwicke, todd fan, school kids, me, Red witch, klucky, vanessa/ Shades of Red, Dr. Lauryl, Candice, amerase, Lyra Silvertongue, Eileen, JusticeLeagueGal and klucky. Thank you!
Entry 18
I'm in shock.
Okay. Breathe. I'll start at the beginning.
After I snuck out stealthily after Rogue, I had to dodge all that darn security cameras and lasers on the lawn. I watched as she hailed a cab in town, and I had to hail one too. I finally got to say the long awaited line of telling the taxi driver to "Follow that cab!" I've always watched those action movies where the hero says that line, and the cab speeds up and actually runs all those red lights just to keep on track. Of course, it didn't real work out that way.
The moment I said that line, I sat back, satisfied with myself. I was getting in the excitement of it all, and when the light turned red just as Rogue's cab zoomed past, I kind of expected the cab driver to drive on, y'know? But he just sat back and scratched his chin unconcernedly as we waited for the light to change back to green. I was momentarily confused by all of this, and asked him why we weren't going to run the red light. He snorted and said, "Girlie, if you don't like the way I drive, you can just get out of this cab."
"But that's what they do in the movies!" I cried out in protest. "You're supposed to be professional! You lazy bum!" Note that I was getting highly agitated at this point, as Rogue's cab became a tiny, miserable speck in the distance. I had no intention of heading back to the institute without her.
[A/n: Shall I l end the chapter here to torture you all? evil laugh j/k!]
Guess what happened next? The damn cab driver kicked me out! Can you believe that? What a pig! I stepped out onto the road furiously, and had to hire another one (the bright side was that I had traveled so far without being charged a single cent). I had to direct the new driver how to get to where I suspected Rogue was going. After dozens of wrong turns, and constant circling which seemed to go on forever, I finally spotted Rogue entering some shady looking building in one of the dark alleys. Considering the fact that I didn't have enough money to pay for the cab fare, I decided to play it cool and said, "Keep the change", placing the bills (strategically fluffed up to make them look of higher value) in his hand and running as fast as I could towards the alley without looking back.
Ignoring his yelp of, "You cheated me!" I headed into the building and stared around in amazement. Surrounding me were a bunch of sleazy-looking men drinking booze, speaking in French, I believe. The first thought that crossed my mind was "Rogue comes here every night to do _what_??" The most horrible thoughts crossed my mind as I contemplated what she was doing in this kind of place. Fortunately, I didn't have to think any further, because I spotted Rogue chatting animatedly (paranormal sighting!) to some guy whose back was facing me. He was wearing a trenchcoat with tons of pockets, and his hair was a kind of reddish-brown. I decided to watch them from a distance, which didn't work, obviously. Rogue seemed to have her "fellow roommate" radar on, because in five seconds, her head snapped in my direction, and I felt like a deer caught in headlights. For a moment, I saw her cheeks take on a tinge of red, but they disappeared almost instantly.
She gave me a piercing Look, and the guy turned around to see what Rogue was looking at, I suppose. I had to squint to see his features clearly. He wasn't bad looking, and he had this reckless sort of look in his eyes. My feet started walking in their direction before I could stop myself, and as I got closer, I noticed that the guy (his name was Remy, or so I heard Rogue mumble later) had a wineglass in front of him. Rogue had one too, and I gawked at her in a very unladylike manner. She gave me another glare, and said, "It's fruit punch." I felt like a total idiot.
Remy shot me a charming grin as he shrugged indifferently, and introduced himself. I sat down on a ratty armchair next to them (not because I was invited to, but because I felt like my legs weren't going to hold out), and a stagnant silence ensued. The tension was so thick, you could slice it with a knife.
Rogue suddenly went, "What're you doing here?" the same time I said the exact same thing. Remy laughed, but Rogue was looking murderous. I was tempted to race out of the door, and almost did, actually, if not for the deranged cabbie who suddenly charged in, followed by a gruff-looking policeman. I almost keeled over in shock as the cabbie spotted me, and pointed an accusing finger in my direction. The next thing I knew, I was being led out with Rogue and Remy into a police car, and we sat in the car in stunned silence as it headed to the police station. Rogue was looking pissed, Remy was confused, and I was in awe. I mean, you cheat a cabbie of a couple of dollars and this is where it gets you. The irony of it all!
Rogue and Remy were released, but I was detained. I didn't even get the chance to plead innocence or something. I seriously, seriously hope that Rogue will rush back to tell the professor, who will pay my bail, so that I can go back home and pretend none of this actually happened. Which is also highly unlikely, now that I think of it. I'm just lucky that they didn't confiscate this laptop from me after they threw me in the jail cell.
Oh God. Lance's birthday is tomorrow!! And I haven't gotten him a single thing! But it's too late anyway. If he asks where I am tomorrow, I'm sure someone's bound to tell him that I'm in jail. Problem solved.
Sort of.
So I guess I'll have to sleep on this concrete floor until they release me. That damn cabbie better not be blowing the story out of proportion, or I'll wring his neck when I get out of here (that is, IF I get out of here. Big IF).
I'M TURNING INTO A JUVENILE DELINQUENT!!! AAARRGGH!!!!!
Tbc. . .
[A/n: surprise ending? I kind of wanted to put Kitty in jail for a while. She'll get out soon enough - I hope. Sorry for the extremely slow update! I'll update faster next time. Please review!]