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ishandahalf-Yeah, I know how ya feel about updates. My mom works at Wendy's so, ya know, I don't wanna work with my mom (God that would suck). Hmm, we should fix it so it spells out rabid. Acronyms are fun. How's about, Readers After Blood If Disobeyed. Um, maybe not. Yes, Remy' ass shots. Thank you thank you *bows* I would definitly love to see an ep with gratuitous booty shots, and would also replay it in slow mo, again, and agian, andd again, until the tape wore out. Yes, mmmm. Hmm, well that's weird, because my responses to your responses are just random words grouped together with no rhyme or reason, and coherency is avoided at all costs. Yeah, I loved getting Remy all worked over something like that. Wow, I'm stiring up nationalism in someone, and it's a Canadian. Um, I guess I should have some American propaganda here, but I don't feel like it. Just assume it's here, m'kay? Balloons are fun. Especially red balloons. They remind me of that song. Ya know the one. "Now I have one red balloon; I think of you and let it go." It's an eightys song, inspired by a German song abou the end of the world. Gotta love that. Ooh, that'd be like balloon heaven. That would be so awesome. Now I don't feel guilty about all those balloons I've lost over the years. I love Jamie. He and John are fun to write. Yeah, Bobby broke into Jean's stash, and added it to the pixie sticks. Or maybe he just inhaled the pixie sticks. Ya never know. It would explain a lot. I personally think that Ororo's a hippie, and makes 'special' brownies every now and then (everyday) and that's where the insanity comes from. The insane are never alone, but yeah, it's nice to know there are people that other people hear that are crazy like me. Which brings me to my thought of the day. Can one of a schizophrenic's voices hear voices? Wouldn't that just kick butt? That'd be so awesome. Oh, I just thopught of something completely off base. Chillin' like Dylan. I'm gonna use that phrase too, somehow.
Sujakata-Yes chicken boy. I know. Thank you for enjoying my long chapter. Yeah, well, we already know he' s attracted to her, already quite. . .excitable, and well, Rogue was leaning over with her mouth open breathing heavily. What was he supposed to do? Ignore it? This'd be a slash fic then, and I just can't see Remy well, maybe a little, but not with one of the X-men. Yes, closet did make it's appearance, and we should all be supportive of the vacuum. Coming out of the closet was hard for this plucky little appliance. Kitty thinks 'Ro's mad at her. You'd lick a toilet bowl clean if you thought it would get an angry weather goddess off your back. I couldn't rightly call myself a quasi-feminist if Rogue swept for him. (Go Equal Rights!) Yeah, well, it's a pride thing. Remy needs less, Rogue need her's illustrated more. Thus, this fic. Rogue's revenge will be sweet. Jamie is evil. He's a little kid with brown eyes, how could he _not_ be evil? He might keep it as insurance. You'll probably see that pic again. Right after you've forgotten it exists, BAM it's back. The BoM do come in, and there is a little bit of Scott & Jean bashing, but no death. Rogue still needs to extract her revenge on Jean for the who 'Lady Marmalade lyrics' thing. I'll get the firewood! (um, next shrek quote, yeah). I did, Mwahahahahaha.
Rogue-I did. Glad you love it.
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We hope to someday make people write these thingys saying they don't own something we came up with, becasue it would be ours and none else could make profit off of it.-Marvel, way back in the beginning.
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Kurt watched Bobby walk into the men's shower room, and decided he really didn't want to know. He bamfed to Rahne's room, and sucessfully called his girl friend which made him happy.
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Rogue was not sharing in her brother's good fortune. She was distracted. The gorilla angel Remy had given her was sitting on her desk, mocking her. Rogue was staring blankly at her french book, completely unable to concentrate on preterite conjugations. She let out a frustrated sigh and decided to take a quick nap. Truth be told, she figured she would just lay on her bed, with everything that had happened in the past few day spinning around in her head like a merry-go-round on amphetamine, but it was closer to a nap than she was currently getting, so it counted.
She turned to look at her bed, and noticed for the first time that her pillows were missing. There was also crystalized sugar on her bedspread. Bobby. She seethed momentarily and stormed off to suffocate Bobby with his own ass.
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Remy surveyed his work. Three very frightened boys in the rec. room, a clean living room floor, a placated weather goddess somewhere, and now some time to himself. He flopped on the couch, and put his feet up, making sure he wasn't wearing his shoes anymore, becasue cleaning couch cusions was _not_fun; or at least that's what Rogue had told him. He wouldn't know from personal experience.
Remy thought about what to do while Rogue finished up her homework. He thought about starting an arguement with Scott, but it didn't seem worth getting up for. He thought about going to bug Rogue, but decided that this could be his last mistake if she was having problems with her conjugations. Finally, our really fine Cajun sighed and stood up to turn on the radio. Ah, a soft jazz station. Well, it was better than a top fourty station playing *Nsuck's newest tune, or the old people chanels. Sometimes finding a good radio station is like lightning striking the exact tree you're standing under, only different. It wasn't half bad actually. Kinda reminded him of the obligatory soft shoe scene from an old movie. Remy pondered imitating Fred Astair for a minute, but decided against it.
He then thought of something altogether different, and much more fun than dancing by yourself. Our now scheming protagonist smiled evil to himself, and went to the foyer closet, grabbing the first empty backpack he could find, which happened to belong to Kurt. But this fact has no bearing on this story. He went to the garage and grabbed Logan's keys off the work bench. If he was going to get what he was planning to, he'd need the backpack to put it in. He also decided that he liked white with Red stripes, to pull off the whole Speed Racer deal.
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Rogue stalked through the boys' wing. She passed Kurt's room. Door closed, his voice coming from inside. Probably doing homework, talking to Amanda, or both. The more than slightly miffed southerner paused at Bobby's room. Empty. Damn. Rogue kept going, now in earnest pursuit of her pillows. Sha passed Remy's closed door. After a bit of pondering, Rogue decided to go in, after much pondering about whether or not she wanted to see what Remy's room looked like. Decideing that since curiosity didn't kill the cat (it says rat poison on its death certificate), she probably wouldn't be _too_ scarred for life if she looked. No woman has ever been more wrong.
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Inside it was a sty. Not what Rogue was expecting, given what she'd seen of his personality. Sure he seemed non-chalant, but he liked things to have _some_ natural order. His room being trashed and covered in. . .underwear? Yes, there were both women's and men's underwear all over the floor. Rogue, who was barefoot (or at least not wearing shoes), jumped back. She assumed the men's were Remy's and really hoped the women's weren't.
Then agian, she sorta hoped they didn't belong to anyone, and had just magically appeared, until she recognized a pair. They were _her_ underwear. This was. . .interresting to say the least. She noticed a piece of paper on the bed. Figuring she'd already snuck in, and might as well do the thing right, she closed the door behind her, and picked her way over to his bed, being careful not to step on underwear she didn't immediatly recognize as hers. This seemed to exclude only the men's underwear. But it was still un-nerving to see anyone's room like this.
The now really freaked out teenager finally picked a path out, and was next to his bed. After deliberating about whether she should sit on the _very_ disheveled bed, she sat on the one corner of blanket still on said piece of furniture, and opened the paper. A note fell out, and she read it first. It said simply, "Jamie and the amazing technicolor dream chicken. Sorry Remy."
Rogue then turned the picture around and began seething again. In the picture, which was tossed on the bed next to the note, was Bobby, covered in feathers and Rogue's pillows, apparently to save himself fromthe fate of the three little monkeys, jumping on Remy's bed.
This explained everything. Rogue would have stalked off to do a good old fashioned lynching, but for the undeniable fact that he underwear were still in a really hot guy's bedroom. So, after collecting her panties and bras, and vowing holy revenge on Bobby, and minorly devout revenge on Jamie, a more than slightly flustered Rogue snuck back to her room, as much as someone holding an armload of underwear can.
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Unbeknownst to her, but knownst to us, a very, racy pair of panties got left behind; hidden from Rogue's sight by Remy's bed clothes. This will have an effect on this story, unlike the ownership of the highjacked backpack.
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Scott Summers was not usually a vengeful man. Okay, so actually, he was. But not to his teammates. Well, okay, except for Lance. But, that incident aside, exceptions had to be made when someone was flirting with HIS girl. So, Scott was heading into the perpetrator's room with a confiscated can of itching powder and cruel intentions (not the movie).
He looked around. He shook his head. [I figured his room would be a disaster area. How many pairs of dirty underwear does this guy have. No way they all came from one guy. Wonder if I can blackmail him with this? Wait, I'm not in here, I'm watching Mucha Lucha. Right.]
He walked over to the destroyed bed. He needed the covers to hide the itching powder, so he lifted them up, and looked down because he dropped the bottle of skin iritating joke powder (that was a lame name option.). It was on top something black and red. Scott couldn't tell it from the rest of the shadows though, and picked it up along with the itching podwer that Bobby would be looking for later. He looked at the bit of what looked like lace. . .
Scott dropped both the can and bit of fabric and ran out of Remy's room, images running through his head.
After standing in the hallway looking like an idiot for a second or two, curiosity got the best of him. He went back inside, and searched for something to pick up what he'd possitvely identified as women's undergarments (not that he'd seen any like _this_), He located a pen, and hooked the sparse piece of lace to examine it. A small patch of barely there lace in front, and pretty much glorified strings for the rest. It did have a very thin name tag onthe inside of where the two strings met. He has to squint to read it. Once he was able to, he dropped it, again, and ran to tell the proffesor Rogue was definitly doing _something_ she wasn't supposed to be doing.
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Remy was trying not to be seen with a Lazarus bag and can of paint in his hands. Some things just didn't explain away easily. This was one of them. He climbed the stairs quietly, hoping no one would notice him. Too bad he'd left the loaner backpack in the foyer cloest.
When he got to the top of the steps he saw an angry, and very red Scott waiting outside his door. Remy was immediatly defensive.
"What'd you want?"
"I know what you're doing, Remy."
Remy thought Scott was crazy. He wasn't doing anything. . .unless Scott had found out about his plan. Remy's hands shifted behind his back, to hide the department store bag, and the incriminating paint. Scott didn't notice, because he was staring Remy down.
"I can't believe you would do this! I mean how, that's a discusion on its own. But why?"
"Um, really bored?" Remy knew Scott had seen teh paint, but he was still holding a department store bag. There was something low about shopping in large stores like that, or at least there was in Remy's opinion.
Scott's jaw dropped [Good Lord! How can he treat Rogue like that?] "I can't believe you would do that. Even you couldn't be that low."
Remy frowned. "It's not really a big deal. I mean I'm not doin' anyt'in' destructive. Jus' havin' a ittle fun."
Scott thought he couldn't be more appalled when Remy told him why he had decided to have sex with Rogue. He was worng. Unable to say anything, he finally noticed that Remy was hiding his hands. Scott dived for whatever the very disturbed (currently, by Scott, not mentally, like Wanda (Power to the psychos!)) Acadian was hiding.
Remy, who wasn't ready for it was barely able to keep Scott from grabbing the paint. What Scott did get was the Lazarus bag. Remy's thing about Lazarus wasn't important anymore, until Scott opened the bag and looked in. Now Remy truely nervous.
"So. Is this for her, or another woman? I hope to God whatever you two did didn't get her pregnant." Scott shoved the bag back at an utterly stumped Remy. "Oh, and when you toss her out to the curb, I'll make your life Hell. Dante's Inferno will seem like Thomas the Tank Engine compared to what I'm going to do to you."
With that Scott left, full of vindication and righteousness. He really did hope Rogue would be okay, but she had sort of brought it on herself. She would be reminded of this, and _then_ he'd be a good friend. Duty before friendship after all. The thing inthe bag came back to mind. [Now what's the point in something like that? I've written reports for books I"ve never read that covered more than that. . .thing.]
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Remy was more confused than the time he'd tried to read _The Grapes of Wraith_ for English class, and that'd been in ninth grade. "What de Hell?" [Scott's read Dante? Wonder if de prof. knows? I di'n't think de boy had it in 'im.]
He shook his head and headed into his room. The first thing he noticed was every pair of underwear he owned was on the floor. "Great, one day after wash day, 'n' I already need t' do more." All jokes aside, he was really curious to know who wanted to die. "Summers, I swear if you did dis. . ." Remy noticed the paper on his bed.
After perusing it and decided to re-extract revenge on Bobby, he noticed something he defintly didn't own on the floor.
Remy was trying to remember if he'd done anything to merit the sudden appearance of women's underwear when he understood something. [So, dis is what Scott knows. Shit. Probably Jean's Now dat's disturbing.]
He searched the underwear for the obligatory nametag. It was on the back. Made sense. When he read it, he was _really_ wondering what he'd done to have them in his room.
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Rogue was now in her room, pacing. All thought of being calm enough to do her homework was out the window. She let out a frustrated grunt and grabbed _Memnoch the Devil_ her usual pised off mood book.
She went down to the rec. room, for God knows what reason.
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Ray and Roberto were at each other's throats. Well, they would have been, but in actuality they were inches away from each other. But, to keep the ratings down, those inches were filled with a Kentucky boy who was tired of hearing them bitch at each other.
"You two wanna fight, go to tha danger room 'n' beat the crap outta each other. I haven't play Vice City yet (um, Logan bought it gfor them, thought it would be educational)." The boys scowled at each other, while Rogue, who hadn't even sat down yet let out another frustrated sigh and stomped out the back door to the quasi-forest like part of the grounds.
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Kinda stops short, but I wanted to update now, so here we are.
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Panther Nesmith
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ishandahalf-Yeah, I know how ya feel about updates. My mom works at Wendy's so, ya know, I don't wanna work with my mom (God that would suck). Hmm, we should fix it so it spells out rabid. Acronyms are fun. How's about, Readers After Blood If Disobeyed. Um, maybe not. Yes, Remy' ass shots. Thank you thank you *bows* I would definitly love to see an ep with gratuitous booty shots, and would also replay it in slow mo, again, and agian, andd again, until the tape wore out. Yes, mmmm. Hmm, well that's weird, because my responses to your responses are just random words grouped together with no rhyme or reason, and coherency is avoided at all costs. Yeah, I loved getting Remy all worked over something like that. Wow, I'm stiring up nationalism in someone, and it's a Canadian. Um, I guess I should have some American propaganda here, but I don't feel like it. Just assume it's here, m'kay? Balloons are fun. Especially red balloons. They remind me of that song. Ya know the one. "Now I have one red balloon; I think of you and let it go." It's an eightys song, inspired by a German song abou the end of the world. Gotta love that. Ooh, that'd be like balloon heaven. That would be so awesome. Now I don't feel guilty about all those balloons I've lost over the years. I love Jamie. He and John are fun to write. Yeah, Bobby broke into Jean's stash, and added it to the pixie sticks. Or maybe he just inhaled the pixie sticks. Ya never know. It would explain a lot. I personally think that Ororo's a hippie, and makes 'special' brownies every now and then (everyday) and that's where the insanity comes from. The insane are never alone, but yeah, it's nice to know there are people that other people hear that are crazy like me. Which brings me to my thought of the day. Can one of a schizophrenic's voices hear voices? Wouldn't that just kick butt? That'd be so awesome. Oh, I just thopught of something completely off base. Chillin' like Dylan. I'm gonna use that phrase too, somehow.
Sujakata-Yes chicken boy. I know. Thank you for enjoying my long chapter. Yeah, well, we already know he' s attracted to her, already quite. . .excitable, and well, Rogue was leaning over with her mouth open breathing heavily. What was he supposed to do? Ignore it? This'd be a slash fic then, and I just can't see Remy well, maybe a little, but not with one of the X-men. Yes, closet did make it's appearance, and we should all be supportive of the vacuum. Coming out of the closet was hard for this plucky little appliance. Kitty thinks 'Ro's mad at her. You'd lick a toilet bowl clean if you thought it would get an angry weather goddess off your back. I couldn't rightly call myself a quasi-feminist if Rogue swept for him. (Go Equal Rights!) Yeah, well, it's a pride thing. Remy needs less, Rogue need her's illustrated more. Thus, this fic. Rogue's revenge will be sweet. Jamie is evil. He's a little kid with brown eyes, how could he _not_ be evil? He might keep it as insurance. You'll probably see that pic again. Right after you've forgotten it exists, BAM it's back. The BoM do come in, and there is a little bit of Scott & Jean bashing, but no death. Rogue still needs to extract her revenge on Jean for the who 'Lady Marmalade lyrics' thing. I'll get the firewood! (um, next shrek quote, yeah). I did, Mwahahahahaha.
Rogue-I did. Glad you love it.
Disclaimer
We hope to someday make people write these thingys saying they don't own something we came up with, becasue it would be ours and none else could make profit off of it.-Marvel, way back in the beginning.
***
Kurt watched Bobby walk into the men's shower room, and decided he really didn't want to know. He bamfed to Rahne's room, and sucessfully called his girl friend which made him happy.
---
Rogue was not sharing in her brother's good fortune. She was distracted. The gorilla angel Remy had given her was sitting on her desk, mocking her. Rogue was staring blankly at her french book, completely unable to concentrate on preterite conjugations. She let out a frustrated sigh and decided to take a quick nap. Truth be told, she figured she would just lay on her bed, with everything that had happened in the past few day spinning around in her head like a merry-go-round on amphetamine, but it was closer to a nap than she was currently getting, so it counted.
She turned to look at her bed, and noticed for the first time that her pillows were missing. There was also crystalized sugar on her bedspread. Bobby. She seethed momentarily and stormed off to suffocate Bobby with his own ass.
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Remy surveyed his work. Three very frightened boys in the rec. room, a clean living room floor, a placated weather goddess somewhere, and now some time to himself. He flopped on the couch, and put his feet up, making sure he wasn't wearing his shoes anymore, becasue cleaning couch cusions was _not_fun; or at least that's what Rogue had told him. He wouldn't know from personal experience.
Remy thought about what to do while Rogue finished up her homework. He thought about starting an arguement with Scott, but it didn't seem worth getting up for. He thought about going to bug Rogue, but decided that this could be his last mistake if she was having problems with her conjugations. Finally, our really fine Cajun sighed and stood up to turn on the radio. Ah, a soft jazz station. Well, it was better than a top fourty station playing *Nsuck's newest tune, or the old people chanels. Sometimes finding a good radio station is like lightning striking the exact tree you're standing under, only different. It wasn't half bad actually. Kinda reminded him of the obligatory soft shoe scene from an old movie. Remy pondered imitating Fred Astair for a minute, but decided against it.
He then thought of something altogether different, and much more fun than dancing by yourself. Our now scheming protagonist smiled evil to himself, and went to the foyer closet, grabbing the first empty backpack he could find, which happened to belong to Kurt. But this fact has no bearing on this story. He went to the garage and grabbed Logan's keys off the work bench. If he was going to get what he was planning to, he'd need the backpack to put it in. He also decided that he liked white with Red stripes, to pull off the whole Speed Racer deal.
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Rogue stalked through the boys' wing. She passed Kurt's room. Door closed, his voice coming from inside. Probably doing homework, talking to Amanda, or both. The more than slightly miffed southerner paused at Bobby's room. Empty. Damn. Rogue kept going, now in earnest pursuit of her pillows. Sha passed Remy's closed door. After a bit of pondering, Rogue decided to go in, after much pondering about whether or not she wanted to see what Remy's room looked like. Decideing that since curiosity didn't kill the cat (it says rat poison on its death certificate), she probably wouldn't be _too_ scarred for life if she looked. No woman has ever been more wrong.
---
Inside it was a sty. Not what Rogue was expecting, given what she'd seen of his personality. Sure he seemed non-chalant, but he liked things to have _some_ natural order. His room being trashed and covered in. . .underwear? Yes, there were both women's and men's underwear all over the floor. Rogue, who was barefoot (or at least not wearing shoes), jumped back. She assumed the men's were Remy's and really hoped the women's weren't.
Then agian, she sorta hoped they didn't belong to anyone, and had just magically appeared, until she recognized a pair. They were _her_ underwear. This was. . .interresting to say the least. She noticed a piece of paper on the bed. Figuring she'd already snuck in, and might as well do the thing right, she closed the door behind her, and picked her way over to his bed, being careful not to step on underwear she didn't immediatly recognize as hers. This seemed to exclude only the men's underwear. But it was still un-nerving to see anyone's room like this.
The now really freaked out teenager finally picked a path out, and was next to his bed. After deliberating about whether she should sit on the _very_ disheveled bed, she sat on the one corner of blanket still on said piece of furniture, and opened the paper. A note fell out, and she read it first. It said simply, "Jamie and the amazing technicolor dream chicken. Sorry Remy."
Rogue then turned the picture around and began seething again. In the picture, which was tossed on the bed next to the note, was Bobby, covered in feathers and Rogue's pillows, apparently to save himself fromthe fate of the three little monkeys, jumping on Remy's bed.
This explained everything. Rogue would have stalked off to do a good old fashioned lynching, but for the undeniable fact that he underwear were still in a really hot guy's bedroom. So, after collecting her panties and bras, and vowing holy revenge on Bobby, and minorly devout revenge on Jamie, a more than slightly flustered Rogue snuck back to her room, as much as someone holding an armload of underwear can.
---
Unbeknownst to her, but knownst to us, a very, racy pair of panties got left behind; hidden from Rogue's sight by Remy's bed clothes. This will have an effect on this story, unlike the ownership of the highjacked backpack.
---
Scott Summers was not usually a vengeful man. Okay, so actually, he was. But not to his teammates. Well, okay, except for Lance. But, that incident aside, exceptions had to be made when someone was flirting with HIS girl. So, Scott was heading into the perpetrator's room with a confiscated can of itching powder and cruel intentions (not the movie).
He looked around. He shook his head. [I figured his room would be a disaster area. How many pairs of dirty underwear does this guy have. No way they all came from one guy. Wonder if I can blackmail him with this? Wait, I'm not in here, I'm watching Mucha Lucha. Right.]
He walked over to the destroyed bed. He needed the covers to hide the itching powder, so he lifted them up, and looked down because he dropped the bottle of skin iritating joke powder (that was a lame name option.). It was on top something black and red. Scott couldn't tell it from the rest of the shadows though, and picked it up along with the itching podwer that Bobby would be looking for later. He looked at the bit of what looked like lace. . .
Scott dropped both the can and bit of fabric and ran out of Remy's room, images running through his head.
After standing in the hallway looking like an idiot for a second or two, curiosity got the best of him. He went back inside, and searched for something to pick up what he'd possitvely identified as women's undergarments (not that he'd seen any like _this_), He located a pen, and hooked the sparse piece of lace to examine it. A small patch of barely there lace in front, and pretty much glorified strings for the rest. It did have a very thin name tag onthe inside of where the two strings met. He has to squint to read it. Once he was able to, he dropped it, again, and ran to tell the proffesor Rogue was definitly doing _something_ she wasn't supposed to be doing.
---
Remy was trying not to be seen with a Lazarus bag and can of paint in his hands. Some things just didn't explain away easily. This was one of them. He climbed the stairs quietly, hoping no one would notice him. Too bad he'd left the loaner backpack in the foyer cloest.
When he got to the top of the steps he saw an angry, and very red Scott waiting outside his door. Remy was immediatly defensive.
"What'd you want?"
"I know what you're doing, Remy."
Remy thought Scott was crazy. He wasn't doing anything. . .unless Scott had found out about his plan. Remy's hands shifted behind his back, to hide the department store bag, and the incriminating paint. Scott didn't notice, because he was staring Remy down.
"I can't believe you would do this! I mean how, that's a discusion on its own. But why?"
"Um, really bored?" Remy knew Scott had seen teh paint, but he was still holding a department store bag. There was something low about shopping in large stores like that, or at least there was in Remy's opinion.
Scott's jaw dropped [Good Lord! How can he treat Rogue like that?] "I can't believe you would do that. Even you couldn't be that low."
Remy frowned. "It's not really a big deal. I mean I'm not doin' anyt'in' destructive. Jus' havin' a ittle fun."
Scott thought he couldn't be more appalled when Remy told him why he had decided to have sex with Rogue. He was worng. Unable to say anything, he finally noticed that Remy was hiding his hands. Scott dived for whatever the very disturbed (currently, by Scott, not mentally, like Wanda (Power to the psychos!)) Acadian was hiding.
Remy, who wasn't ready for it was barely able to keep Scott from grabbing the paint. What Scott did get was the Lazarus bag. Remy's thing about Lazarus wasn't important anymore, until Scott opened the bag and looked in. Now Remy truely nervous.
"So. Is this for her, or another woman? I hope to God whatever you two did didn't get her pregnant." Scott shoved the bag back at an utterly stumped Remy. "Oh, and when you toss her out to the curb, I'll make your life Hell. Dante's Inferno will seem like Thomas the Tank Engine compared to what I'm going to do to you."
With that Scott left, full of vindication and righteousness. He really did hope Rogue would be okay, but she had sort of brought it on herself. She would be reminded of this, and _then_ he'd be a good friend. Duty before friendship after all. The thing inthe bag came back to mind. [Now what's the point in something like that? I've written reports for books I"ve never read that covered more than that. . .thing.]
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Remy was more confused than the time he'd tried to read _The Grapes of Wraith_ for English class, and that'd been in ninth grade. "What de Hell?" [Scott's read Dante? Wonder if de prof. knows? I di'n't think de boy had it in 'im.]
He shook his head and headed into his room. The first thing he noticed was every pair of underwear he owned was on the floor. "Great, one day after wash day, 'n' I already need t' do more." All jokes aside, he was really curious to know who wanted to die. "Summers, I swear if you did dis. . ." Remy noticed the paper on his bed.
After perusing it and decided to re-extract revenge on Bobby, he noticed something he defintly didn't own on the floor.
Remy was trying to remember if he'd done anything to merit the sudden appearance of women's underwear when he understood something. [So, dis is what Scott knows. Shit. Probably Jean's Now dat's disturbing.]
He searched the underwear for the obligatory nametag. It was on the back. Made sense. When he read it, he was _really_ wondering what he'd done to have them in his room.
---
Rogue was now in her room, pacing. All thought of being calm enough to do her homework was out the window. She let out a frustrated grunt and grabbed _Memnoch the Devil_ her usual pised off mood book.
She went down to the rec. room, for God knows what reason.
---
Ray and Roberto were at each other's throats. Well, they would have been, but in actuality they were inches away from each other. But, to keep the ratings down, those inches were filled with a Kentucky boy who was tired of hearing them bitch at each other.
"You two wanna fight, go to tha danger room 'n' beat the crap outta each other. I haven't play Vice City yet (um, Logan bought it gfor them, thought it would be educational)." The boys scowled at each other, while Rogue, who hadn't even sat down yet let out another frustrated sigh and stomped out the back door to the quasi-forest like part of the grounds.
***
Kinda stops short, but I wanted to update now, so here we are.
REVIEW!
Peace and Love,
Panther Nesmith