Hello everyone, yes this is chapter 8 but, this isn't the end as I said it
was going to be. Let's just say I got a little inspiration shot and decided
to add on one more chapter. Hope you like this one. Let me know if I did
okay in capturing the different characters.
***** Chapter 8 Thoughts of the Common Room
Bobby hesitated for a split second before quickly jumping up and following her. An anticipating buzz filled the room as its occupants began to talk about the latest development in their own personal little soap opera. And those who did not understand what was going on were quickly brought up to speed.
"Okay, that was weird. Even for Skunk Girl and Popsicle Boy that was weird." St. John a.k.a. Pyro stated loudly. "What the hell was that all about?"
"I swear you have only two brain cells, one's lost and the other is looking for it. How else can you explain such stupidity and obliviousness?" Jubilee smirked knowingly. "Or are you just deaf, dumb, and blind?"
"You wanna talk about disabilities, let's talk about your obvious color blindness. You look like a banana on Acid." Pyro shot back.
"Sit on it and rotate" Jubilee growled, flipping the bird in his direction.
"Only if you show me how first." the boy sneered.
"Okay enough you two, what do you think is going on?" Kitty (always the peace maker) intervened.
"Right now she is probably searching the man out with more speed and efficiency then a Patriot missile." predicted one blond teenage boy.
"Yeah and you can bet Bobby is locked on to her like one of them missiles." added his friend.
Peter also known as the Colossus just sat there quietly, confused by the rapid change in subject. From speculation about Rogue and Iceman to commenting on missiles! Sometimes he wished he understood Americans better. Or maybe that he understood English better. No, understanding English was not the problem he understood the English language just fine. It was these Americans he could not understand, they were just plain weird.
"Is this about the guy whose dog tags she's always wearing?" Pyro interrupted (as if a light bulb had finally turned on inside his head).
"Give that man a prize!" yelled one of the younger girls.
"You mean he's back?" asked one the smaller boys wide eyed.
"You heard what she said before she shot out of here." Siren pointed out. "That's his name isn't it? Like his proper name."
"I thought he didn't have a name." frowned another boy with yellow eyes.
"Every one has a name Idiot." snapped a girl with identical yellow pupils. These two were obviously related.
"So... what do you think is happening?" asked Kitty, repeating the question that occupied everyone's mind.
****** Well what do you think?!!! Tell me. Please. T. R.
***** Chapter 8 Thoughts of the Common Room
Bobby hesitated for a split second before quickly jumping up and following her. An anticipating buzz filled the room as its occupants began to talk about the latest development in their own personal little soap opera. And those who did not understand what was going on were quickly brought up to speed.
"Okay, that was weird. Even for Skunk Girl and Popsicle Boy that was weird." St. John a.k.a. Pyro stated loudly. "What the hell was that all about?"
"I swear you have only two brain cells, one's lost and the other is looking for it. How else can you explain such stupidity and obliviousness?" Jubilee smirked knowingly. "Or are you just deaf, dumb, and blind?"
"You wanna talk about disabilities, let's talk about your obvious color blindness. You look like a banana on Acid." Pyro shot back.
"Sit on it and rotate" Jubilee growled, flipping the bird in his direction.
"Only if you show me how first." the boy sneered.
"Okay enough you two, what do you think is going on?" Kitty (always the peace maker) intervened.
"Right now she is probably searching the man out with more speed and efficiency then a Patriot missile." predicted one blond teenage boy.
"Yeah and you can bet Bobby is locked on to her like one of them missiles." added his friend.
Peter also known as the Colossus just sat there quietly, confused by the rapid change in subject. From speculation about Rogue and Iceman to commenting on missiles! Sometimes he wished he understood Americans better. Or maybe that he understood English better. No, understanding English was not the problem he understood the English language just fine. It was these Americans he could not understand, they were just plain weird.
"Is this about the guy whose dog tags she's always wearing?" Pyro interrupted (as if a light bulb had finally turned on inside his head).
"Give that man a prize!" yelled one of the younger girls.
"You mean he's back?" asked one the smaller boys wide eyed.
"You heard what she said before she shot out of here." Siren pointed out. "That's his name isn't it? Like his proper name."
"I thought he didn't have a name." frowned another boy with yellow eyes.
"Every one has a name Idiot." snapped a girl with identical yellow pupils. These two were obviously related.
"So... what do you think is happening?" asked Kitty, repeating the question that occupied everyone's mind.
****** Well what do you think?!!! Tell me. Please. T. R.
