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Ishandahalf-Ah, the tropical scene would be nice, especially since it's now officially warm if the temperature's freezing. Who does need good marks? Not I (when I'm flipping burgers, come in and say hi). Riots _are_ fun, but then again I'm from Cininnati (Ohio joke, no one else cares about Cincinnati). Yes, our resounding evil laughter will shake the continents, and bring the usurpers and the rebels to their knees!
Um, yeah, the review. I'm gonna have to put in a _lot_ of tag team insanity. I don't actually get a lot in, but it's big. The lumberjack song is now a running joke. Yay for me, I have a running joke! I hate typing english accents. My sympathy chica. foiled is a fun word, so all is forgiven. yes, HOORAY FOR DENIAL AND RIOTS! Mwahahahahahaha!
Lady MR-YEs, they are going to London for spring break. The prof. decided they neede a break, ya know, from barely missing having to save the world *Angel comes up behind me and gives a thumbs up.* Oh yeah, Warren's happy because I'm not making him sell out for a pair of wings. *wink to Warren, who leaves the room.* The wheelchair idea didn't make it in until I edited. I then smacked my absent minded forehead. Sometimes I'm such an idiot. Um, they can't go out until the end of the fic, because I'm not writing the days in between the current Saturday, and the day before they leave for England (what am I doing to myself? I can't write an English accent). I will write more.
Starlightz-Yeah, everyone should be quaking with fear. I myself coudn't go to sleep untill I had typed out the next part and knew it would come out okay (which it does, in the end). I have no idea how Rogue's gonna distract him. I'm taking suggestions.
Ariesesque-You can't really see that, but I'm gonna describe it pretty well. Will that do? I don't know what they'll think of next. They haven't told me.
Toddfan-Oh yeah, Bobby's gonna get it good.
Sujakakt-It's okay honey, just take an Advil and don't get an anurism. No, Mystique wasn't going to be in London, but now she will, which means I get to write some Brotherhood in England crazyness. This is where Rogue's gonna find out (in my fic) that Risty and Mystique are the same person. I figured they'd have to be friends first too. Like I've said before, a good fic relationship is like a play-dough sculpture, it gets stonger with time. I'm giving them time to get this strong. Major Payne is the best movie ever! Rock on! Ya know, I'd pay to see Bobby do that too. Remy liking her really isn't the problem though, so unless Bobby's gonna feel Remy up (ag! I didn't just type that, 'k? (make the bad pictures stop mommy. *whimper*)), That won't work. Good guess though. I had to work in shoplifting. My friends had a christmas present from me thanks to it. More blood isn't on the way, but public humiliation is comin' up, fresh and tasty. Eat up!
Disclaimer
All I need to do is call my fellow fangirls together and find an army surplus store, then I will own the x-men. (Um, can I get in trouble for saying that? It's meant in a jovial context, so I don't think so, but a lawyer probably wouldn't know about joking with a disclaimer. They're only behind tiny print in things a lawyer loves most(no offence to any lawyers who are reading this. don't sue!))
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"Bobby! They're coming up the driveway. Are we ready?"
"Aye cap'n."
"Then engage plan 'Think of a Good Name.'" Their mandatory bad Star Trek parody done, the plan was set in motion.
Bobby punched in a few numbers, and the lawn sprinklers kicked on, drenching the inside of Scott's convertible, and its occupants. Bobby then iced the foyer, and ran into the rec. room. Kitty picked up the bowl that contained almost every powderd food mix in the institute and took her position at the bottom of the steps, while two very soggy and angry southerners stood on the stoop seething, and kind of laughing in Remy's case, but mainly seething (Rogue was irked enough to make up for Remy's partial lack of anger). Kitty pushed herself onto the ice, purposely losing her ballance and plowing into the first person to walk through the door. The two of them went down with a squeal and an 'oof'.
Rogue looked inside the door, where laying prone and covered in blue and red and green crap was the almighty Remy LeBeau, the man who never lost his ballance, ever. Laying underneath his legs, where she'd finall slid to a stop, was a relativley clean Kitty.
The four boys in the rec. room ran out. Upon seeing the mighty Gambit spread out on the floor, covered in powdered drink mix, legs sprawled over Kitty was too much for all of them. They started laughing hysterically. Bobby most of all.
"Please tell me I'm not sprawle on de floor, covered in Jell-o, bein' laughed at Bobby of all people."
Rogue looked down at him. "Okay, Ah won't, but ya are. Although Bobby might be laughin' because he did it."
Remy pondered this, while Bobby made himself scarse. Rogue thought about helpng Remy up, but her hands were in her coat pockets, and she felt the fur of the angel gorilla, and went to her room to dry off instead.
"Hey Rogue, nice legs. Get in a mud fight?" Bobby said, unable to restrain his mouth. Rogue glared.
"If Ah find out you had anythin' ta do with mah slidin' in the mud, Ah will garotte ya with ya intestines, an' wear your face as a hat, undahstood?" Rogue said, going up to her room to fume, and later come back down calling for Bobby's blood. But for now she was only minorly pissed, off, and willing to dry herself off and save her revenge for later. It is, after all, a dish best served cold.
But before that, an even more annoyed Remy was up and in the shower, determined to get Bobby back. He would talk to Rogue once he got dressed. She was the queen of painful revenge after all. She'd help him too. It made him smile that he'd managed to like the one girl who could make people respect anyone in a twelve foot readius of her when she was in the mood. He could have worked with a twelve inch radius, but this was not the time to ponder his first strike out.
Kitty watched them go upstairs. "Did you. . ?"
Bobby nodded and stood next to her, trying not to let the now uninterested Sam, Robeto, and Ray hear. "Yeah, it's not exactly going perfectly to plan though."
Kitty thought it over. She walked slowly to the living room, not really paying attention to anything. "I know, but it, like, might still, like, come out alright." [Okay, being in close proximity of a vry tight booty is not good for the mental faculties of a teenage girl. Wake up Kitty, no time to loose your head over a nice ass.]
Bobby looked at her and narrowed his eyes a little, trying to look like Ororo when she was onto something, but missing horribly, and manging to look like a constipated Bobby. "If you say so. I do believe that Rgue was supposed to be under Remy's legs, and not you. But, if you think the plan will still work. . ."
"I do." Kitty said, ignoring the tone of Bobby's voice. Sometimes it was best to think of people making fun of you a peons.
"Then let's do this all the way." Bobby said, suddenly gung-ho again.
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"Robert Kevin Drake! Ah swear by all things holy ya're gonna pay fo' this!"
***
Ooh. He better pack his bags and steal Logan's flannel shirts, cause thi boy needs to get his arse to Canada soon.
Okay you know the drill. REVIEW!
Peace and Love,
Panther Nesmith
Reviews
Ishandahalf-Ah, the tropical scene would be nice, especially since it's now officially warm if the temperature's freezing. Who does need good marks? Not I (when I'm flipping burgers, come in and say hi). Riots _are_ fun, but then again I'm from Cininnati (Ohio joke, no one else cares about Cincinnati). Yes, our resounding evil laughter will shake the continents, and bring the usurpers and the rebels to their knees!
Um, yeah, the review. I'm gonna have to put in a _lot_ of tag team insanity. I don't actually get a lot in, but it's big. The lumberjack song is now a running joke. Yay for me, I have a running joke! I hate typing english accents. My sympathy chica. foiled is a fun word, so all is forgiven. yes, HOORAY FOR DENIAL AND RIOTS! Mwahahahahahaha!
Lady MR-YEs, they are going to London for spring break. The prof. decided they neede a break, ya know, from barely missing having to save the world *Angel comes up behind me and gives a thumbs up.* Oh yeah, Warren's happy because I'm not making him sell out for a pair of wings. *wink to Warren, who leaves the room.* The wheelchair idea didn't make it in until I edited. I then smacked my absent minded forehead. Sometimes I'm such an idiot. Um, they can't go out until the end of the fic, because I'm not writing the days in between the current Saturday, and the day before they leave for England (what am I doing to myself? I can't write an English accent). I will write more.
Starlightz-Yeah, everyone should be quaking with fear. I myself coudn't go to sleep untill I had typed out the next part and knew it would come out okay (which it does, in the end). I have no idea how Rogue's gonna distract him. I'm taking suggestions.
Ariesesque-You can't really see that, but I'm gonna describe it pretty well. Will that do? I don't know what they'll think of next. They haven't told me.
Toddfan-Oh yeah, Bobby's gonna get it good.
Sujakakt-It's okay honey, just take an Advil and don't get an anurism. No, Mystique wasn't going to be in London, but now she will, which means I get to write some Brotherhood in England crazyness. This is where Rogue's gonna find out (in my fic) that Risty and Mystique are the same person. I figured they'd have to be friends first too. Like I've said before, a good fic relationship is like a play-dough sculpture, it gets stonger with time. I'm giving them time to get this strong. Major Payne is the best movie ever! Rock on! Ya know, I'd pay to see Bobby do that too. Remy liking her really isn't the problem though, so unless Bobby's gonna feel Remy up (ag! I didn't just type that, 'k? (make the bad pictures stop mommy. *whimper*)), That won't work. Good guess though. I had to work in shoplifting. My friends had a christmas present from me thanks to it. More blood isn't on the way, but public humiliation is comin' up, fresh and tasty. Eat up!
Disclaimer
All I need to do is call my fellow fangirls together and find an army surplus store, then I will own the x-men. (Um, can I get in trouble for saying that? It's meant in a jovial context, so I don't think so, but a lawyer probably wouldn't know about joking with a disclaimer. They're only behind tiny print in things a lawyer loves most(no offence to any lawyers who are reading this. don't sue!))
***
"Bobby! They're coming up the driveway. Are we ready?"
"Aye cap'n."
"Then engage plan 'Think of a Good Name.'" Their mandatory bad Star Trek parody done, the plan was set in motion.
Bobby punched in a few numbers, and the lawn sprinklers kicked on, drenching the inside of Scott's convertible, and its occupants. Bobby then iced the foyer, and ran into the rec. room. Kitty picked up the bowl that contained almost every powderd food mix in the institute and took her position at the bottom of the steps, while two very soggy and angry southerners stood on the stoop seething, and kind of laughing in Remy's case, but mainly seething (Rogue was irked enough to make up for Remy's partial lack of anger). Kitty pushed herself onto the ice, purposely losing her ballance and plowing into the first person to walk through the door. The two of them went down with a squeal and an 'oof'.
Rogue looked inside the door, where laying prone and covered in blue and red and green crap was the almighty Remy LeBeau, the man who never lost his ballance, ever. Laying underneath his legs, where she'd finall slid to a stop, was a relativley clean Kitty.
The four boys in the rec. room ran out. Upon seeing the mighty Gambit spread out on the floor, covered in powdered drink mix, legs sprawled over Kitty was too much for all of them. They started laughing hysterically. Bobby most of all.
"Please tell me I'm not sprawle on de floor, covered in Jell-o, bein' laughed at Bobby of all people."
Rogue looked down at him. "Okay, Ah won't, but ya are. Although Bobby might be laughin' because he did it."
Remy pondered this, while Bobby made himself scarse. Rogue thought about helpng Remy up, but her hands were in her coat pockets, and she felt the fur of the angel gorilla, and went to her room to dry off instead.
"Hey Rogue, nice legs. Get in a mud fight?" Bobby said, unable to restrain his mouth. Rogue glared.
"If Ah find out you had anythin' ta do with mah slidin' in the mud, Ah will garotte ya with ya intestines, an' wear your face as a hat, undahstood?" Rogue said, going up to her room to fume, and later come back down calling for Bobby's blood. But for now she was only minorly pissed, off, and willing to dry herself off and save her revenge for later. It is, after all, a dish best served cold.
But before that, an even more annoyed Remy was up and in the shower, determined to get Bobby back. He would talk to Rogue once he got dressed. She was the queen of painful revenge after all. She'd help him too. It made him smile that he'd managed to like the one girl who could make people respect anyone in a twelve foot readius of her when she was in the mood. He could have worked with a twelve inch radius, but this was not the time to ponder his first strike out.
Kitty watched them go upstairs. "Did you. . ?"
Bobby nodded and stood next to her, trying not to let the now uninterested Sam, Robeto, and Ray hear. "Yeah, it's not exactly going perfectly to plan though."
Kitty thought it over. She walked slowly to the living room, not really paying attention to anything. "I know, but it, like, might still, like, come out alright." [Okay, being in close proximity of a vry tight booty is not good for the mental faculties of a teenage girl. Wake up Kitty, no time to loose your head over a nice ass.]
Bobby looked at her and narrowed his eyes a little, trying to look like Ororo when she was onto something, but missing horribly, and manging to look like a constipated Bobby. "If you say so. I do believe that Rgue was supposed to be under Remy's legs, and not you. But, if you think the plan will still work. . ."
"I do." Kitty said, ignoring the tone of Bobby's voice. Sometimes it was best to think of people making fun of you a peons.
"Then let's do this all the way." Bobby said, suddenly gung-ho again.
---
"Robert Kevin Drake! Ah swear by all things holy ya're gonna pay fo' this!"
***
Ooh. He better pack his bags and steal Logan's flannel shirts, cause thi boy needs to get his arse to Canada soon.
Okay you know the drill. REVIEW!
Peace and Love,
Panther Nesmith