ORORO
We said there'd be no rules, so there was nothing wrong with me burning Jubilee's spying notebook.
Or her camera.
I did have a quick check before I got John to burn it, but there was nothing very interesting to note down in it. Mostly there were references to his butt. And a little sketch of it. Oh, and a scribble that claimed "Logan showers every morning at nine thirty." That WAS information I could use.
I had to be ahead of the others. And I'd got it into their heads that sabotage was the only way. So they were so intent on THAT they had forgotten the whole point was not only to stop the others, but to actually win. So I'd get started.
I didn't know where to begin.
When I walked past Logan in the corridor, I said, "Hi Logan," in what I hoped was a flirtagious way. Was it me, or was he trying not to laugh? How could he know what we were doing though? No one knew except me, Jean, Jubilee and Rogue.
I had to do it. I fiddled with the clock so the Jubilee's cake got burnt to cinders. It was totally ruined. Why she wanted to make a cake I still don't know, I'm not sure he even likes cake.
Okay, so I'd stopped Jubilee. She was so far behind she might as well give up. Jean had a huge head start, so I had to stop her. And quickly. Perhaps I could get to her through guilt? I had to be careful, since no one else was supposed to know about our bet, but I could easily drop a hint to Scott...
Jean, smart as she is supposed to be, had been stupid enough to leave her plans on her desk. They were just heaps and heaps of diagrams and notes, and I didn't understand any of them. They were no good, they wouldn't leave anything to incriminate her. Then... "Ah ha!" I said out loud. The last sheet on the pile (her first one) had "Plans to get Logan" written in her distinctive sharp handwriting. Underneath was a few things she planned to do. Stupid things. That would do. I left the piece of paper just where Scott would find it before she would--in his sock drawer.
If they don't want people in their room, then they should lock the door.
I decided not to worry about Rogue. She couldn't win, not with her power. Now for my plan.
The problem was, I didn't really have a plan. Luckily, my opportunity came when I was hanging some washing out. They always make that my job so that it doesn't rain before it's dry. I was just standing there, pegging Bobby's underpants onto the line, when Logan appeared.
"Hi Ororo," he said, causally, just standing there. In tight pants. Stay calm, I told myself. If you pass out you will most definitely lose.
"Uh, hi Logan," I replied. I pulled a loose strand of hair off my face.
"No more bonfires then?" he asked.
I blushed slightly. "No." I was annoyed at my lame answer, and the fact that I couldn't think of anything to say next. I had to think of the $150 I would get when I won. And Logan. I wasn't only thinking of the money. That was merely an... additional bonus.
We said there'd be no rules, so there was nothing wrong with me burning Jubilee's spying notebook.
Or her camera.
I did have a quick check before I got John to burn it, but there was nothing very interesting to note down in it. Mostly there were references to his butt. And a little sketch of it. Oh, and a scribble that claimed "Logan showers every morning at nine thirty." That WAS information I could use.
I had to be ahead of the others. And I'd got it into their heads that sabotage was the only way. So they were so intent on THAT they had forgotten the whole point was not only to stop the others, but to actually win. So I'd get started.
I didn't know where to begin.
When I walked past Logan in the corridor, I said, "Hi Logan," in what I hoped was a flirtagious way. Was it me, or was he trying not to laugh? How could he know what we were doing though? No one knew except me, Jean, Jubilee and Rogue.
I had to do it. I fiddled with the clock so the Jubilee's cake got burnt to cinders. It was totally ruined. Why she wanted to make a cake I still don't know, I'm not sure he even likes cake.
Okay, so I'd stopped Jubilee. She was so far behind she might as well give up. Jean had a huge head start, so I had to stop her. And quickly. Perhaps I could get to her through guilt? I had to be careful, since no one else was supposed to know about our bet, but I could easily drop a hint to Scott...
Jean, smart as she is supposed to be, had been stupid enough to leave her plans on her desk. They were just heaps and heaps of diagrams and notes, and I didn't understand any of them. They were no good, they wouldn't leave anything to incriminate her. Then... "Ah ha!" I said out loud. The last sheet on the pile (her first one) had "Plans to get Logan" written in her distinctive sharp handwriting. Underneath was a few things she planned to do. Stupid things. That would do. I left the piece of paper just where Scott would find it before she would--in his sock drawer.
If they don't want people in their room, then they should lock the door.
I decided not to worry about Rogue. She couldn't win, not with her power. Now for my plan.
The problem was, I didn't really have a plan. Luckily, my opportunity came when I was hanging some washing out. They always make that my job so that it doesn't rain before it's dry. I was just standing there, pegging Bobby's underpants onto the line, when Logan appeared.
"Hi Ororo," he said, causally, just standing there. In tight pants. Stay calm, I told myself. If you pass out you will most definitely lose.
"Uh, hi Logan," I replied. I pulled a loose strand of hair off my face.
"No more bonfires then?" he asked.
I blushed slightly. "No." I was annoyed at my lame answer, and the fact that I couldn't think of anything to say next. I had to think of the $150 I would get when I won. And Logan. I wasn't only thinking of the money. That was merely an... additional bonus.