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Chapter VIII: Still Learning to Crawl
I glared up at him as best as I could from my place on the floor. My wings prevented me from getting up, or even moving. Besides wobbling a little bit like a turtle. "Are you going to help me, or just stand there and laugh at my misfortune?"
"You're not even trying," Mr. Worthington said, a stern look on his face. "You need to try."
"I can't move! Do you not see me flailing my arms, like a turtle turned over on the road, about to be hit by the 16-wheel truck of life?"
He raised an eyebrow at that one. "A bit dramatic, are we?"
"I've been told I deserve an Oscar."
He rolled his eyes and helped me up, holding me by my upper arms. "We're going to walk over to the balance beams, okay?"
We? There was no 'we'. I couldn't stand, let alone walk. He basically dragged me over there and let met go. I grabbed on to the beams to save myself from falling. I opened my mouth to say something, when a man walked in, a good-looking chesnut haired man, with the oddest eyes I had ever seen. Red on black. He gave be a boy-ish grin, and I could feel myself blush a little.
I tried to pull myself up to avoid anymore embarrassment, but only succeeded in slipping further towards the floor. "Bee' having trouble wit' standing, mon petite?" He walked over near me, and flipped up onto the balance beam. I glowered at the floor, clutching the beam with one arm and rubbing my bad eye with my free hand. He could flip and walk and be alive, and I had to hang onto a balance beam for dear life? Fate hath dealt thee a cruel hand, oh one-eyed one.
"She doesn't have any trouble. She could do it if she tried."
My wings twitched, as if in disagreement with him. I couldn't hold on any more, and my grip failed. I feel face down on the floor again with a yelp. I heard the Cajun (I thought he was Cajun, I couldn't really tell) chuckle, presumably at me, and Mr. Worthington sigh.
"You could help me up. Or you could laugh at me," I snapped at the man above me, trying to push myself up off the mat.
"I think I will take the latter," he laughed, then offered me a hand up. I took it reluctantly, and he pulled me up. I swung my head up and met Mr. Millionaire gaze. "Can I go now," I whined. "No, you just got here!"
I lowered my head again in defeat. The man holding me up chuckled again, then hoisted me up onto the beam. "You goin' 'bout it all wrong, Angel," he said to Mr. Worthington.
"And you could do it better, Remy?"
"Remy didn't say dat. Remy just t'ink not doin' it right, oui?"
He looked at me, holding me at arms length. Like I mentioned before, any girl would KILL ME to be in a room, alone with Warren Worthington II. Now add Mr. Hypno Eyes-who-Speaks-French? Whoohoo! Steamy, cheesy 'romance' novel!
And of course, all I could think about was getting out of here and going back to my room to watch a DVD. Putz.
"Is the right way of doing it going back upstairs to watch a DVD and pretend I'm walking?" I gave a nervous smile.
Remy raised an eyebrow and let go. I, of course, being the talented person I am, flailed my arms around until I fell on my face again.
"You are supposed to try to fly with your wings, not your arms," said Mr. Worthington.
I vowed to wear his pretty blonde hair around my neck as a victory trophy.
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The next 3 hour (yes 3 -hours-) consisted muchly of the same thing: them trying to get me to walk, me trying to walk, and me falling on my face. I'm surprised my nose wasn't broken then. But I digress.
Once I was free, I wheeled myself to the den, where a bunch of guys where already there, watching football. Hell yeah. I didn't like many sports then, but football was the one I loved. I was a Dallas girl, born and bred. Who cares if I lived in Ohio?
I pushed myself to the side of the couch so I could see the TV past the horde of men who were obscuring my view. There was Mr. Bob from the other day, Mr. Wagner, Mr. Summers (which surprised me greatly to see him there; he didn't seem like a football kinda guy), a short, hairy, mean-looking guy that I had thought I saw before (but couldn't remember for sure) and a tough looking black man, who looked like he'd really rather not be there.
I remember one of that year's rookies fumbled the ball, and there was -pandemonium-. Popcorn, chips, and who knows what else flew through the air as everybody shouted at the TV, myself included. That rookie was an idiot. His name escapes me now, but......I had dubbed him Dallas Idiot. The next hour consisted of the same thing, and I tired of Dallas Idiot, and wheeled myself out to the porch again.
There were two boys sitting out there playing cards. One looked like a normal kid, the other....looked like he belonged in an aquarium. They both looked up at me as I wheeled myself out there.
"Hi," the sandy-haired boy chirped. I paused, then smiled a little. "Hi kid."
"Hey," said the fish boy. "Hello," I said.
"Wanna play with us?"
I was surprised then, I wasn't used to being invited to play, even as a child. I was a little bit of an outcast, because I wasn't shallow and superficial like all the other kids.
But they seemed nice, they were about 3 years younger than me, I guessed. Probably on the verge of puberty. After puberty, they turn into monsters. I'm sure all you girls understand me and are saying amen right now.
I pushed myself closer, and looked at the cards on the table. "What are you playing?"
"Yu-Gi-Oh," exclaimed the fish boy happily. "I don't know how to play; mind if I just watch?"
The sandy-haired boy shrugged. "Sure, we can teach you too. My name's Carter."
"I'm Sammy," nodded the fish boy.
"Lulu."
"That's a funny name," Carter informed me. "It's okay," I said, peering over Sammy's shoulder. "Is that a good hand?"
"Very," he gurgled happily. I wheeled around to the other side to see Carter's cards. I wasn't big on Yu-Gi-Oh; I hated the show and the cards were like Greek to me. It should be more simple like P- err, like other card games.
"Is that a good hand, I queried. He leaned over and whispered into my ear. "Not really."
I nodded and watched them play. They spouted a bunch of mumbo jumbo I couldn't understand, but I guess was important to become a true 'King of Cards' or whatever. They played for about half an hour, until Annie came to call us for dinner.
She pushed a man in a wheelchair out, the one I had seen in the infirmary before. He looked very pale, and had a scar across his face. "Is that your husband Ms.....Annie," I couldn't remember her last name Ghazi-whata-huzza. She got a melancholy look on her face, and I immediately felt bad.
"No, this is Scott's brother, Alex," she said softly, pushing him onto the porch. "I'm just looking after him."
"I'm hungry," declared Carter, and ran into the house, Sammy following close behind. I apologised to Annie, and wheeled myself inside.
Don't you just hate those awkward moments? I rubbed my eye as I continued down the hall, remembering my encounter with Mrs. Grey-Summers earlier. I thought maybe I should apologize, when I was snapped out of my train of thought by an iceball, right to my temple.
"HEY!!"
Bobby ran past me, being chased by Mr. Remy. I sigh; I knew it was going to be a looong dinner.
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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: Hey, visit my tiny RPG!
http://pub117.ezboard.com/bsuperheroesrpg
I love you people. ^^ Tell me what you think of the last chapter, I personally thought it was a bit dry. I promise they'll be MUCH more exciting from now on; once Lulu gets settles in, others will join her, and then comes the violence. XD Hey, this is X-Men, not some sissy Hello Kitty fic. Not that Hello Kitty is bad or anything.
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Chapter VIII: Still Learning to Crawl
I glared up at him as best as I could from my place on the floor. My wings prevented me from getting up, or even moving. Besides wobbling a little bit like a turtle. "Are you going to help me, or just stand there and laugh at my misfortune?"
"You're not even trying," Mr. Worthington said, a stern look on his face. "You need to try."
"I can't move! Do you not see me flailing my arms, like a turtle turned over on the road, about to be hit by the 16-wheel truck of life?"
He raised an eyebrow at that one. "A bit dramatic, are we?"
"I've been told I deserve an Oscar."
He rolled his eyes and helped me up, holding me by my upper arms. "We're going to walk over to the balance beams, okay?"
We? There was no 'we'. I couldn't stand, let alone walk. He basically dragged me over there and let met go. I grabbed on to the beams to save myself from falling. I opened my mouth to say something, when a man walked in, a good-looking chesnut haired man, with the oddest eyes I had ever seen. Red on black. He gave be a boy-ish grin, and I could feel myself blush a little.
I tried to pull myself up to avoid anymore embarrassment, but only succeeded in slipping further towards the floor. "Bee' having trouble wit' standing, mon petite?" He walked over near me, and flipped up onto the balance beam. I glowered at the floor, clutching the beam with one arm and rubbing my bad eye with my free hand. He could flip and walk and be alive, and I had to hang onto a balance beam for dear life? Fate hath dealt thee a cruel hand, oh one-eyed one.
"She doesn't have any trouble. She could do it if she tried."
My wings twitched, as if in disagreement with him. I couldn't hold on any more, and my grip failed. I feel face down on the floor again with a yelp. I heard the Cajun (I thought he was Cajun, I couldn't really tell) chuckle, presumably at me, and Mr. Worthington sigh.
"You could help me up. Or you could laugh at me," I snapped at the man above me, trying to push myself up off the mat.
"I think I will take the latter," he laughed, then offered me a hand up. I took it reluctantly, and he pulled me up. I swung my head up and met Mr. Millionaire gaze. "Can I go now," I whined. "No, you just got here!"
I lowered my head again in defeat. The man holding me up chuckled again, then hoisted me up onto the beam. "You goin' 'bout it all wrong, Angel," he said to Mr. Worthington.
"And you could do it better, Remy?"
"Remy didn't say dat. Remy just t'ink not doin' it right, oui?"
He looked at me, holding me at arms length. Like I mentioned before, any girl would KILL ME to be in a room, alone with Warren Worthington II. Now add Mr. Hypno Eyes-who-Speaks-French? Whoohoo! Steamy, cheesy 'romance' novel!
And of course, all I could think about was getting out of here and going back to my room to watch a DVD. Putz.
"Is the right way of doing it going back upstairs to watch a DVD and pretend I'm walking?" I gave a nervous smile.
Remy raised an eyebrow and let go. I, of course, being the talented person I am, flailed my arms around until I fell on my face again.
"You are supposed to try to fly with your wings, not your arms," said Mr. Worthington.
I vowed to wear his pretty blonde hair around my neck as a victory trophy.
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The next 3 hour (yes 3 -hours-) consisted muchly of the same thing: them trying to get me to walk, me trying to walk, and me falling on my face. I'm surprised my nose wasn't broken then. But I digress.
Once I was free, I wheeled myself to the den, where a bunch of guys where already there, watching football. Hell yeah. I didn't like many sports then, but football was the one I loved. I was a Dallas girl, born and bred. Who cares if I lived in Ohio?
I pushed myself to the side of the couch so I could see the TV past the horde of men who were obscuring my view. There was Mr. Bob from the other day, Mr. Wagner, Mr. Summers (which surprised me greatly to see him there; he didn't seem like a football kinda guy), a short, hairy, mean-looking guy that I had thought I saw before (but couldn't remember for sure) and a tough looking black man, who looked like he'd really rather not be there.
I remember one of that year's rookies fumbled the ball, and there was -pandemonium-. Popcorn, chips, and who knows what else flew through the air as everybody shouted at the TV, myself included. That rookie was an idiot. His name escapes me now, but......I had dubbed him Dallas Idiot. The next hour consisted of the same thing, and I tired of Dallas Idiot, and wheeled myself out to the porch again.
There were two boys sitting out there playing cards. One looked like a normal kid, the other....looked like he belonged in an aquarium. They both looked up at me as I wheeled myself out there.
"Hi," the sandy-haired boy chirped. I paused, then smiled a little. "Hi kid."
"Hey," said the fish boy. "Hello," I said.
"Wanna play with us?"
I was surprised then, I wasn't used to being invited to play, even as a child. I was a little bit of an outcast, because I wasn't shallow and superficial like all the other kids.
But they seemed nice, they were about 3 years younger than me, I guessed. Probably on the verge of puberty. After puberty, they turn into monsters. I'm sure all you girls understand me and are saying amen right now.
I pushed myself closer, and looked at the cards on the table. "What are you playing?"
"Yu-Gi-Oh," exclaimed the fish boy happily. "I don't know how to play; mind if I just watch?"
The sandy-haired boy shrugged. "Sure, we can teach you too. My name's Carter."
"I'm Sammy," nodded the fish boy.
"Lulu."
"That's a funny name," Carter informed me. "It's okay," I said, peering over Sammy's shoulder. "Is that a good hand?"
"Very," he gurgled happily. I wheeled around to the other side to see Carter's cards. I wasn't big on Yu-Gi-Oh; I hated the show and the cards were like Greek to me. It should be more simple like P- err, like other card games.
"Is that a good hand, I queried. He leaned over and whispered into my ear. "Not really."
I nodded and watched them play. They spouted a bunch of mumbo jumbo I couldn't understand, but I guess was important to become a true 'King of Cards' or whatever. They played for about half an hour, until Annie came to call us for dinner.
She pushed a man in a wheelchair out, the one I had seen in the infirmary before. He looked very pale, and had a scar across his face. "Is that your husband Ms.....Annie," I couldn't remember her last name Ghazi-whata-huzza. She got a melancholy look on her face, and I immediately felt bad.
"No, this is Scott's brother, Alex," she said softly, pushing him onto the porch. "I'm just looking after him."
"I'm hungry," declared Carter, and ran into the house, Sammy following close behind. I apologised to Annie, and wheeled myself inside.
Don't you just hate those awkward moments? I rubbed my eye as I continued down the hall, remembering my encounter with Mrs. Grey-Summers earlier. I thought maybe I should apologize, when I was snapped out of my train of thought by an iceball, right to my temple.
"HEY!!"
Bobby ran past me, being chased by Mr. Remy. I sigh; I knew it was going to be a looong dinner.
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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)