Notes: Thanks to all my reviewers again ^_^ they've really made my week; I wrote an original story a long time ago and it didn't get any reviews, so this means alot to me. Feel free to email me with suggestions, questions, comments or whatever at AishiyuriiKomojo@neo.rr.com (it's kinda hard to type, you may be best off copying and pasting). ON WITH STORY!
More Notes: Bravogurl and indigo reviewed while I was typing. THANK YOU!
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Chapter VI: My, What a Nice Carpet
My, what a nice carpet, I thought as I pulled my purple shades off my face. I thought I'd wait for someone to come help me up.
......
Why are they so slow?
...........
I'm NOT a patient person....I pushed myself up to my knees (after much struggling, of course). Ok, so I could sit on my legs til someone came. I hadn't the courage (or patience) to try to stand. I'm not a glutton for punishment. I winced at the sun and pushed my shades back onto my face. I looked around the room once again: very spacious (for a bedroom) and well-furnished.
I ran my hands over my feathers slowly, pulling at the tips. For something causing me so much trouble, they sure were pretty. I pulled at a feather, just to see if I could feel it. Smart huh? "Ouch."
"Molting already?"
I looked up at the owner of the voice: a blonde girl -err, woman- a few years older than me. Dressed in pink. Yeah.
"Yeah, I'm molting," I said sarcastically. "Can you help me up? I can't stand on my own."
She came over and pulled me up, helping me back onto the bed. "Scott said I was to help you unpack. We'll start with your clothes."
...Ok, I could tell she's just a wee bit controlling already. "Actually, I kinda wanted to put-"
"These are your clothes, right?" She went through a box clearly labeled as 'clothes'. "No, those must be my elephants."
Either she didn't hear me or chose to ignore me, because she didn't answer. I pulled the wheelchair over with my foot and slid into it. I managed to wheel myself over to the dresser, and I did so quickly for fear that she would put my clothes away before I could see where she put them (I'm a very organized person, as you will learn).
"Lemme put 'em away, so I know where they are," I demanded, beginning to shove my jeans into the bottom drawer. "Aren't you going to fold them," she asked. "Why would I do that?"
"So they'd be neat."
"They are neat!"
She raised her eyebrow at me as I finished 'putting' my clothes away. "So...."
"So?"
"If you don't mind me asking, why are you in a wheelchair," she asked as she went over to the other boxes.
"Can't balance, it's the wings," I answered, pushing my shades up onto my nose.
I glanced over and she pulled a box and spilled packing peanuts all over the floor as she began to rifle through it.. The side read 'P'. I immediately knew what it was.
"Uh, that box you've got? It's um....it's got...unmentionables in it, so....."
"Oh." She closed the box back up and set it aside. "These are your bed linens?" She held up my well-worn, but well-loved comforter that had turned from white to off-white, and the blue flowers faded.
This was going to be a loooong night.
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Disclaimer: THE X-MEN DO NOT BELONG TO ME, I DO NOT CLAIM TO OWN THEM, THEY BELONG TO MARVEL. Had to get that in there so Marvel wouldn't sue me. Not like I've got any money anyways. ^^;; All the original characters belong to me (Frostbite, Negativity, Rift, Inferno, etc) and you can't use them unless you ask me first. So there. (AishiyuriiKomojo@neo.rr.com)
More Notes: Bravogurl and indigo reviewed while I was typing. THANK YOU!
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Chapter VI: My, What a Nice Carpet
My, what a nice carpet, I thought as I pulled my purple shades off my face. I thought I'd wait for someone to come help me up.
......
Why are they so slow?
...........
I'm NOT a patient person....I pushed myself up to my knees (after much struggling, of course). Ok, so I could sit on my legs til someone came. I hadn't the courage (or patience) to try to stand. I'm not a glutton for punishment. I winced at the sun and pushed my shades back onto my face. I looked around the room once again: very spacious (for a bedroom) and well-furnished.
I ran my hands over my feathers slowly, pulling at the tips. For something causing me so much trouble, they sure were pretty. I pulled at a feather, just to see if I could feel it. Smart huh? "Ouch."
"Molting already?"
I looked up at the owner of the voice: a blonde girl -err, woman- a few years older than me. Dressed in pink. Yeah.
"Yeah, I'm molting," I said sarcastically. "Can you help me up? I can't stand on my own."
She came over and pulled me up, helping me back onto the bed. "Scott said I was to help you unpack. We'll start with your clothes."
...Ok, I could tell she's just a wee bit controlling already. "Actually, I kinda wanted to put-"
"These are your clothes, right?" She went through a box clearly labeled as 'clothes'. "No, those must be my elephants."
Either she didn't hear me or chose to ignore me, because she didn't answer. I pulled the wheelchair over with my foot and slid into it. I managed to wheel myself over to the dresser, and I did so quickly for fear that she would put my clothes away before I could see where she put them (I'm a very organized person, as you will learn).
"Lemme put 'em away, so I know where they are," I demanded, beginning to shove my jeans into the bottom drawer. "Aren't you going to fold them," she asked. "Why would I do that?"
"So they'd be neat."
"They are neat!"
She raised her eyebrow at me as I finished 'putting' my clothes away. "So...."
"So?"
"If you don't mind me asking, why are you in a wheelchair," she asked as she went over to the other boxes.
"Can't balance, it's the wings," I answered, pushing my shades up onto my nose.
I glanced over and she pulled a box and spilled packing peanuts all over the floor as she began to rifle through it.. The side read 'P'. I immediately knew what it was.
"Uh, that box you've got? It's um....it's got...unmentionables in it, so....."
"Oh." She closed the box back up and set it aside. "These are your bed linens?" She held up my well-worn, but well-loved comforter that had turned from white to off-white, and the blue flowers faded.
This was going to be a loooong night.
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Disclaimer: THE X-MEN DO NOT BELONG TO ME, I DO NOT CLAIM TO OWN THEM, THEY BELONG TO MARVEL. Had to get that in there so Marvel wouldn't sue me. Not like I've got any money anyways. ^^;; All the original characters belong to me (Frostbite, Negativity, Rift, Inferno, etc) and you can't use them unless you ask me first. So there. (AishiyuriiKomojo@neo.rr.com)