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xgirlrogue- I agree, but we gotta remember this is her adoptive mommy, and I think very few moms would encourage their daughters to like a guy like Remy. I agree. Whoever becomes a comic book character first gets 'im. On your mark, get set, go!
Sujakata- Mwahahahaha! Okay two votes for cruel intentions. I don't know if he's gay or not, but I like him. He's a funny guy. Wow, gouging Scott's eyes out huh? Wonder if Xavier would make him leave because he doesn't have powers anymore? 5AM! Good Lord woman how do you live? I whine about it coming on at 11:30 and you have to wake up at 5. I'll give ya synopsises (I can't spell the actual plural form) if ya want.
Lady MR- Hmmm. Not in this fic. This is all about Rogue torture. But, I'll remember that suggestion. Yeah, I know, she's totally jonesin' on him.
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Jubilee-"Okay, it's Friday after our afternoon session. Rogue, Sam, Remy, and I are sitting around doing nothing. Rogue wasn't even reading. Everyone but me was staring at the tv or off into space. Sam snaps out of it long enough to realize that if we didn't do something we were going to spend a friday night, two weeks before spring break, inside staring at the walls. So, like any half conscious person, he suggests we play a board game to wake us up.
"I was all for doing something. Rogue wouldn't play unless she got to pick out the music. (An: It's an institute tradition to listen to music for word ideas while playing Scrabble now, okay?) Remy wanted to know if he could use creole words. After we'd convinced him the rules clearly said english, and Rogue had gotten some Garbage CD, we began."
Sam was trying not to look like he had no idea what I was talking about. So was Remy. Rogue was openly looking at me like I'd said the most irrelevant thing in the world. I knew better.
"The tiles were handed out and first words were put down. Then a song that Remy apparently knows came on and we stopped the game watching him sing and quasi-dance (AN: Jubilee won't say it, but it was real dancing, and not that choreographed Backstreet Boys/*Nsync crap),
"The song ended and we went back to playing. The CD stopped playing eventually, and Remy asked Sam to put the song he knew back on. So we listened to one of those songs again. Rogue stopped the CD after that song, since she had already heard the rest of the songs. We played for a few more minutes before Sam won with 'feck'. The whole time Remy was humming that Garbage song. He clearly had it stuck in his head.
"He was having a problem with the song. He kept on singing 'You coul' make grown men gasp when you go walking pas'. An' in y' hot pants and high heels; dey could not believe dat such a body was for real. . .'"
Rogue and Sam both lightened up. Sam started laughing and Rogue scowled lighter. Remy looked at eveyone looking at him like he was a wacko and smiled. The girls gigled, and the guys shook their heads and turned around.
"What? It's a good song." Rogue looked at him with was half 'You don't have bad taste' and half 'figures you'd like that song.'
"Anyway, he's sitting there driving us all slowly insane with this sucky Garbage song. . ."
I was interrupted by Remy and Rogue both yelling, simultaneousley, that Gabage is an excellent band, and I have no taste, respectivley. I chose to ignore this indignity and continued.
"So I told him to go somewhere else. He goes over to where Rogue's sitting, and steals her ottoman again. This time Sam had no prior claims to it, since he'd left to play mini-golf with Roberto, Ray, and Bobby. He smiles at her, and in is sweetest most haert melting sexiest voice says; 'Can I borrow y' CD?'"
This revelation woulda been lost on the crowd if it hadn't been for Kitty. She gasps and everyone looks at her. She explained that Rogue would never in her life lend a CD to anyone, even her own room mate, who had to suffer through having 'Freak on a Leash', the song she hates more than any other stuck in her head.
"Thanks Kitty. By her own roommate's admission, Rogue is a CD miser. But, Remy still asked her if he could borrow Garbage. She looks up and stares at him, hard, as if measuring how worthy he is to borrow her stuff. He puts on his best 'Charming a Harpy' smile and she rolls her eyes."
Rogue did a nice reenactment of this little detail in my story right then and there. Remy, to the people around him's amusment begins to hum what I now know to be called 'Cherry Lips'. Rogue looks torn between scowling at the present, and smiling at the past. She choses to half smile at Remy, who full smiles at her. She rolls her eyes agian, and goes back to glaring at me.
"After holding a 'well' out for as long as possible, she lets him borrow her CD, providing he gives it back before she goes to bed. He thanks her, and grabs her hand. She pulls it away, but gives him a smile, and saunters over to the radio. Not stroms, not stomps, not walks, _saunters_."
Rogue yelled something about how everyone was "Makin' mountains outta f***in' speedbumps." This makes some of the younger students (Jamie), giggle, but is enough to shut up everyone within a ten foot radius of her. Remy gets up and attempts to get her to sit down, only to be elbowed in the stomache and then smacked. Kurt tried his luck and Rogue pushed him away. She stood there yelling things so fast and loud I think only Sam understood them, until she eventually ran out of steam and sat down, shooting everyone a last withering stare.
"Okay then. I guess that's all I have to say."
If I said I didn't run out of ther as fast as I could up to my room to bolt the door, I'd be a liar. There are no words for how scared I was that Rogue would come after me with a spoon. A dull spoon, and a beginner's anatomy book, intent on digging my heart out, or at least most of it.
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Okay, so the violence begins. Will there be more? Who can say?
Review, please!
Peace and Love,
Panther Nesmith
Reviews!
xgirlrogue- I agree, but we gotta remember this is her adoptive mommy, and I think very few moms would encourage their daughters to like a guy like Remy. I agree. Whoever becomes a comic book character first gets 'im. On your mark, get set, go!
Sujakata- Mwahahahaha! Okay two votes for cruel intentions. I don't know if he's gay or not, but I like him. He's a funny guy. Wow, gouging Scott's eyes out huh? Wonder if Xavier would make him leave because he doesn't have powers anymore? 5AM! Good Lord woman how do you live? I whine about it coming on at 11:30 and you have to wake up at 5. I'll give ya synopsises (I can't spell the actual plural form) if ya want.
Lady MR- Hmmm. Not in this fic. This is all about Rogue torture. But, I'll remember that suggestion. Yeah, I know, she's totally jonesin' on him.
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Jubilee-"Okay, it's Friday after our afternoon session. Rogue, Sam, Remy, and I are sitting around doing nothing. Rogue wasn't even reading. Everyone but me was staring at the tv or off into space. Sam snaps out of it long enough to realize that if we didn't do something we were going to spend a friday night, two weeks before spring break, inside staring at the walls. So, like any half conscious person, he suggests we play a board game to wake us up.
"I was all for doing something. Rogue wouldn't play unless she got to pick out the music. (An: It's an institute tradition to listen to music for word ideas while playing Scrabble now, okay?) Remy wanted to know if he could use creole words. After we'd convinced him the rules clearly said english, and Rogue had gotten some Garbage CD, we began."
Sam was trying not to look like he had no idea what I was talking about. So was Remy. Rogue was openly looking at me like I'd said the most irrelevant thing in the world. I knew better.
"The tiles were handed out and first words were put down. Then a song that Remy apparently knows came on and we stopped the game watching him sing and quasi-dance (AN: Jubilee won't say it, but it was real dancing, and not that choreographed Backstreet Boys/*Nsync crap),
"The song ended and we went back to playing. The CD stopped playing eventually, and Remy asked Sam to put the song he knew back on. So we listened to one of those songs again. Rogue stopped the CD after that song, since she had already heard the rest of the songs. We played for a few more minutes before Sam won with 'feck'. The whole time Remy was humming that Garbage song. He clearly had it stuck in his head.
"He was having a problem with the song. He kept on singing 'You coul' make grown men gasp when you go walking pas'. An' in y' hot pants and high heels; dey could not believe dat such a body was for real. . .'"
Rogue and Sam both lightened up. Sam started laughing and Rogue scowled lighter. Remy looked at eveyone looking at him like he was a wacko and smiled. The girls gigled, and the guys shook their heads and turned around.
"What? It's a good song." Rogue looked at him with was half 'You don't have bad taste' and half 'figures you'd like that song.'
"Anyway, he's sitting there driving us all slowly insane with this sucky Garbage song. . ."
I was interrupted by Remy and Rogue both yelling, simultaneousley, that Gabage is an excellent band, and I have no taste, respectivley. I chose to ignore this indignity and continued.
"So I told him to go somewhere else. He goes over to where Rogue's sitting, and steals her ottoman again. This time Sam had no prior claims to it, since he'd left to play mini-golf with Roberto, Ray, and Bobby. He smiles at her, and in is sweetest most haert melting sexiest voice says; 'Can I borrow y' CD?'"
This revelation woulda been lost on the crowd if it hadn't been for Kitty. She gasps and everyone looks at her. She explained that Rogue would never in her life lend a CD to anyone, even her own room mate, who had to suffer through having 'Freak on a Leash', the song she hates more than any other stuck in her head.
"Thanks Kitty. By her own roommate's admission, Rogue is a CD miser. But, Remy still asked her if he could borrow Garbage. She looks up and stares at him, hard, as if measuring how worthy he is to borrow her stuff. He puts on his best 'Charming a Harpy' smile and she rolls her eyes."
Rogue did a nice reenactment of this little detail in my story right then and there. Remy, to the people around him's amusment begins to hum what I now know to be called 'Cherry Lips'. Rogue looks torn between scowling at the present, and smiling at the past. She choses to half smile at Remy, who full smiles at her. She rolls her eyes agian, and goes back to glaring at me.
"After holding a 'well' out for as long as possible, she lets him borrow her CD, providing he gives it back before she goes to bed. He thanks her, and grabs her hand. She pulls it away, but gives him a smile, and saunters over to the radio. Not stroms, not stomps, not walks, _saunters_."
Rogue yelled something about how everyone was "Makin' mountains outta f***in' speedbumps." This makes some of the younger students (Jamie), giggle, but is enough to shut up everyone within a ten foot radius of her. Remy gets up and attempts to get her to sit down, only to be elbowed in the stomache and then smacked. Kurt tried his luck and Rogue pushed him away. She stood there yelling things so fast and loud I think only Sam understood them, until she eventually ran out of steam and sat down, shooting everyone a last withering stare.
"Okay then. I guess that's all I have to say."
If I said I didn't run out of ther as fast as I could up to my room to bolt the door, I'd be a liar. There are no words for how scared I was that Rogue would come after me with a spoon. A dull spoon, and a beginner's anatomy book, intent on digging my heart out, or at least most of it.
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Okay, so the violence begins. Will there be more? Who can say?
Review, please!
Peace and Love,
Panther Nesmith