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kaosda-Glad you like it. Thanks for the compliment! It'll all work out for him eventually.
Ish-You were reading Karma Sutra? Okay. Little Lumberjack? He's a lumberjack. . .I guess that's been done. The name was thought up at he last moment, and he didn't get too much sleep the previous night. Glad you like the blatant plug. Speed Racer was the show when I was little. I got up at five to watch it and Voltron. *pfft* Like you weren't scarred for life before. Maybe a good nap would save him too. Puppy dog looks are tough to withstand, I'll give ya that. Sparkly stuff is fun. Glad you like 'shifuck'. Ani is a genius. I'll bring it on. You better believe I'm bringin' it on. I'll bring it on so much you won't know what I've brought on.
Makira-chan-I've found a plethora of Remy stories, but I'm glad you like mine! Thanks!
Miranda-Yeah, I'm evil. Now I know how I'll take over the world. Forget my corrupt computer repair buisness, I'm gonna write my way into power. I swear on the river Styx and the band Styx I will never ever use sleeping naked in reference to tthe prof. again. Glad you loved it. I feel so happy! Whee!
Eilene- I'm glad you appreciate his fall from perfection. Glad you like the imagrey. I'm sure Logan would just tie Remy up and leave him alone with Rogue for a few hours, but the rest might have pity on him. If he's really in a tight spot, he could got to Scott, I supose. Not that he will, but you know. Oh, and just as a side note, everytime I read one of your reviews I'm listening to Comeon Eilene. Freaky, no?
Solitaire- I'm glad I've brought you joy. Oh, there will be plenty of people to feel sorry for soon, if that's whacha want. Glad you like the ramblings of a butterfly. Yeah!
Disclaimer
It's over nwo and I'm standin' retty, int his dust that was a city, and here isd a disclaimer, I own nothing, so let it go.
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Rogue stood outside the kitchen door scowling at Remy. He immediatly decided just being in the room wasn't protection enough. Ororo was sitting at the table, pretty much the only one not discussing the Professor's descision to stay in Scotland. Remy was sure Logan said his name. Remy walked by just a little faster. Then Logan apparently noticed Rogue in the doorway.
"In or our stripes." ORgue realized that if she told Logan why Remy had to die he might dot eh job for her. It would be disappointing to just watch Logan rip Remy apart. Rogue gave Remy one last withering stare before going to her room to plot his murder. it was a comforting thought, almost. And hey, it was something to do. Never say Mystique didn't do anything for her.
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Scott walked out to the large field behind hte builiding. The students seemed to have turned into five year old,s and were all playing dodge ball. He shook his head, only a little sad to break up the game.
"Okay, everyone pack your stuff up. Jubilee, isn't it a little hot in that coat?" Scott said, as the girl ran past him with one of the oranges from breakfast. She stopped and looked at him.
"No." Jubilee shrugged, and went back to her game. Too bad for her Scott's question had made her realize how warm it really was outside. After everyone agreed to pack really fast, and Kurt had suggested playing red rover when they finished, Jubilee went to her room, and regretfully packed her raincoat carefully with the rest of the stuff she was goign to keep in the car with her. Then Jubilee left, to play Red Rover.
Unbeknownst to Jubilee, Rogue had been watching from across the hall, where she had been about to put lye in Remy's stash of hooch. It would be interresting to see what would happen if he drank it. Well, at least to Rogue. She saw Jubilee packing something carefully, instead of just piling stuff into her bag. Rogue knew exactly what she was going to do to pay back Jubilee. The lye could wait. It wasn't like Remy' wouldn't be there to poison with sink unclogger later.
Later; everyone was in the dining room for lunch. Their stuff was all packed up, and waiting in the two rental vans and one rental car. Now this meal was an interresting affair. Not only was Jean looking at Rogue like she was a plaugue rat, and Rogue was watching Remy like Hannibal Lecter looks at a visitor: but also, apparently, there were a few Red Rover injuries, and everyone was glaringat someone else. With the exception of Kurt. He was just trying to keeep his head down so the newer students wouldn't decide to kill him and see if people really do taste like chicken.
After lunch, everyone said their good byes to the Professor, Moira, and Sean. The Professor watched the mayhem as the students fought over who got what seat. He watched as Logan, who was driving to teachers' car, tore out of the driveway like an episode of Cops. He observed Scott and pretty much every other boy fight over the keys to the van. He comiserated with the girls, who absoloutly refused to let Tabitha or Kitty drive. After the students had all gotten settled in and pulled out, the Professor turned to Moira. "You know, I think I made a wise descision in staying here. Those student will be the worst thing to happen to London since the plaugue."
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On the ferry to mainland Scotland, the students were once again goofing off. This time they were playing hide and seek, and Kitty was it. Only Jean, Rogue, and Sam were in no way participating. Scott was telling the students off, and Remy was making comments about Scott's control over the other students throwing in references to other dictators, and generally not helping at all. Being paranoid that your girlfriend is going to kill you at any given moment makes you very bitchy.
Jean and Sam were watching the other students with amusement. Okay, Jean was mildly amused, because she was supposed to be the role model. Actually she was laughing on the inside. Sam was laughing out loud, but mainly at Remy' side comments, and the other students' reactions. His favorite was when Amra listened to Remy talking aboutthe oppresion of the younger students and and yelled "Right on brother!" You to piss Scott off. Needless to say, it worked, and Scott was losing paitence.
Rogue was barely paying attention. Remy's smart assyness had distracted Scott long enough for Rogue to plant phase one of her revenge on Scott, and pretty much all the boys when she thought about it. Now she was back in the girl's van, digging through Kitty's luggage looking for something. In one hand was a black jewelry box that had a latch, and rattled everytime she moved her hand. After a while, Rogue finished her evil doing that concerned Kitty, and moved onto Jubilee's coat.
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After the ferry things started to go badly. For the girls, it was terrifying. Jean had decided to take a nap on the way to London, and had allowed Tabitha to drive. Jean's sleep was frequently interrupted by her fellow females' yelling at Tabitha to slow down. Rogue, who had the back seat to herself wasn't saying anything, and seemed to be writing while listening to the Clash's 'Four Horsemen'. [She's acting unusually aloof and sadistic today. Wonder what _she's_ got to be mad about?] Jean mused, before Tabitha swearved to avoid running down a guy crossing the street.
The boys had a rough time too. The bobbleheads wer ehte only sound inteh car sometimes, because the face plate to the radio (and these do come off) was in Rogue's pocket. The boys were laughing at the Osbournes at first. Scott was the only one who realized how anoying it would be. Remy didn't even notice them. He made sure to have his headphones on from the second got in the car. The Sex Pistols were drowning out the Osbournes.
Remy had been on a punk kick since he'd found out they were going to London, and it had actually been Rogue who'd recomended the Sex Pistols to him. She'd been joking at the time, but he now knew all the lyrics to most of their songs. 'God Save the Queen' could drown out anything.
After a while he noticed his CD player was almost out of batterie power. Not wanting to have to listen to the demented boys around him, or Scott bitching about how much the Osbournes were getting on his nerves, or Jamie singing "I know a song that gets on everybody's nerves. . ." Remy began looking through his suitcase for the large pack of batteries he'd packed. Instead he found an empty box, and a note.
"Remy,
This is just the beginning. Sucks to be you, I'm sure. Jack is my favorite Osbourne Bobble head, see if you agree with me.
Burn in Hell,
Rogue"
Remy lookeda t the note in horror. How had she mangaed to steal his batteries? How had anyone mangaed to take something from him? This was unhgeard off. And speaking of unheard, his Discman gave an angry buzz signalling a complete loss of battery power, and teh Sex Pistols was replaced by Ozzy Osbourne, and his spawn. The Sharon Bobble Head was in Bobby's hands, with the voice box out the window. They were still looking for the rest.
If the boys had it bad, the teachers were in Hell. Logan wasn't exactly the world's worst driver, but he was definitly the world's scariest driver. His road rage was freaking Hank and Ororo out, along with the fact that he was having a hard time getting used to being on the other side of the car and the road.
Hank was praying to whatever diety cared to listen. "Please stop. This is unnesisary. You can pass on teh right here. Slow down! Watch out for the pedestrian! Tabitha already almost ran him down."
Ororo was regeretting her descision to ride shotgun. "Logan, we're supposed to be on the other side of the road! The speed limit is not this high." Ororo had a death grip on the armrests, and was very close to panicing. On the bright side, she forgot about her claustophobia.
They made it to London alive, and for the most part sane. The only exception was Scott who was ripping the boy's van apart, muttering deranged things under his breath and sometimes yellignt hings like "Destroy them all!" Eventually Jean used her tk to levitate Scott into the hotel lobby to check in.
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Next, everyone int heir rooms. Jean threatens Rogue, Rogue contemplates her paanks, Remy goes out drinking, logan wears a Hard Rock Cafe t-shirt. Only in this fic folks.
Review!
Peace and Love,
Panther Nesmith
Reviews
kaosda-Glad you like it. Thanks for the compliment! It'll all work out for him eventually.
Ish-You were reading Karma Sutra? Okay. Little Lumberjack? He's a lumberjack. . .I guess that's been done. The name was thought up at he last moment, and he didn't get too much sleep the previous night. Glad you like the blatant plug. Speed Racer was the show when I was little. I got up at five to watch it and Voltron. *pfft* Like you weren't scarred for life before. Maybe a good nap would save him too. Puppy dog looks are tough to withstand, I'll give ya that. Sparkly stuff is fun. Glad you like 'shifuck'. Ani is a genius. I'll bring it on. You better believe I'm bringin' it on. I'll bring it on so much you won't know what I've brought on.
Makira-chan-I've found a plethora of Remy stories, but I'm glad you like mine! Thanks!
Miranda-Yeah, I'm evil. Now I know how I'll take over the world. Forget my corrupt computer repair buisness, I'm gonna write my way into power. I swear on the river Styx and the band Styx I will never ever use sleeping naked in reference to tthe prof. again. Glad you loved it. I feel so happy! Whee!
Eilene- I'm glad you appreciate his fall from perfection. Glad you like the imagrey. I'm sure Logan would just tie Remy up and leave him alone with Rogue for a few hours, but the rest might have pity on him. If he's really in a tight spot, he could got to Scott, I supose. Not that he will, but you know. Oh, and just as a side note, everytime I read one of your reviews I'm listening to Comeon Eilene. Freaky, no?
Solitaire- I'm glad I've brought you joy. Oh, there will be plenty of people to feel sorry for soon, if that's whacha want. Glad you like the ramblings of a butterfly. Yeah!
Disclaimer
It's over nwo and I'm standin' retty, int his dust that was a city, and here isd a disclaimer, I own nothing, so let it go.
***
Rogue stood outside the kitchen door scowling at Remy. He immediatly decided just being in the room wasn't protection enough. Ororo was sitting at the table, pretty much the only one not discussing the Professor's descision to stay in Scotland. Remy was sure Logan said his name. Remy walked by just a little faster. Then Logan apparently noticed Rogue in the doorway.
"In or our stripes." ORgue realized that if she told Logan why Remy had to die he might dot eh job for her. It would be disappointing to just watch Logan rip Remy apart. Rogue gave Remy one last withering stare before going to her room to plot his murder. it was a comforting thought, almost. And hey, it was something to do. Never say Mystique didn't do anything for her.
---
Scott walked out to the large field behind hte builiding. The students seemed to have turned into five year old,s and were all playing dodge ball. He shook his head, only a little sad to break up the game.
"Okay, everyone pack your stuff up. Jubilee, isn't it a little hot in that coat?" Scott said, as the girl ran past him with one of the oranges from breakfast. She stopped and looked at him.
"No." Jubilee shrugged, and went back to her game. Too bad for her Scott's question had made her realize how warm it really was outside. After everyone agreed to pack really fast, and Kurt had suggested playing red rover when they finished, Jubilee went to her room, and regretfully packed her raincoat carefully with the rest of the stuff she was goign to keep in the car with her. Then Jubilee left, to play Red Rover.
Unbeknownst to Jubilee, Rogue had been watching from across the hall, where she had been about to put lye in Remy's stash of hooch. It would be interresting to see what would happen if he drank it. Well, at least to Rogue. She saw Jubilee packing something carefully, instead of just piling stuff into her bag. Rogue knew exactly what she was going to do to pay back Jubilee. The lye could wait. It wasn't like Remy' wouldn't be there to poison with sink unclogger later.
Later; everyone was in the dining room for lunch. Their stuff was all packed up, and waiting in the two rental vans and one rental car. Now this meal was an interresting affair. Not only was Jean looking at Rogue like she was a plaugue rat, and Rogue was watching Remy like Hannibal Lecter looks at a visitor: but also, apparently, there were a few Red Rover injuries, and everyone was glaringat someone else. With the exception of Kurt. He was just trying to keeep his head down so the newer students wouldn't decide to kill him and see if people really do taste like chicken.
After lunch, everyone said their good byes to the Professor, Moira, and Sean. The Professor watched the mayhem as the students fought over who got what seat. He watched as Logan, who was driving to teachers' car, tore out of the driveway like an episode of Cops. He observed Scott and pretty much every other boy fight over the keys to the van. He comiserated with the girls, who absoloutly refused to let Tabitha or Kitty drive. After the students had all gotten settled in and pulled out, the Professor turned to Moira. "You know, I think I made a wise descision in staying here. Those student will be the worst thing to happen to London since the plaugue."
---
On the ferry to mainland Scotland, the students were once again goofing off. This time they were playing hide and seek, and Kitty was it. Only Jean, Rogue, and Sam were in no way participating. Scott was telling the students off, and Remy was making comments about Scott's control over the other students throwing in references to other dictators, and generally not helping at all. Being paranoid that your girlfriend is going to kill you at any given moment makes you very bitchy.
Jean and Sam were watching the other students with amusement. Okay, Jean was mildly amused, because she was supposed to be the role model. Actually she was laughing on the inside. Sam was laughing out loud, but mainly at Remy' side comments, and the other students' reactions. His favorite was when Amra listened to Remy talking aboutthe oppresion of the younger students and and yelled "Right on brother!" You to piss Scott off. Needless to say, it worked, and Scott was losing paitence.
Rogue was barely paying attention. Remy's smart assyness had distracted Scott long enough for Rogue to plant phase one of her revenge on Scott, and pretty much all the boys when she thought about it. Now she was back in the girl's van, digging through Kitty's luggage looking for something. In one hand was a black jewelry box that had a latch, and rattled everytime she moved her hand. After a while, Rogue finished her evil doing that concerned Kitty, and moved onto Jubilee's coat.
---
After the ferry things started to go badly. For the girls, it was terrifying. Jean had decided to take a nap on the way to London, and had allowed Tabitha to drive. Jean's sleep was frequently interrupted by her fellow females' yelling at Tabitha to slow down. Rogue, who had the back seat to herself wasn't saying anything, and seemed to be writing while listening to the Clash's 'Four Horsemen'. [She's acting unusually aloof and sadistic today. Wonder what _she's_ got to be mad about?] Jean mused, before Tabitha swearved to avoid running down a guy crossing the street.
The boys had a rough time too. The bobbleheads wer ehte only sound inteh car sometimes, because the face plate to the radio (and these do come off) was in Rogue's pocket. The boys were laughing at the Osbournes at first. Scott was the only one who realized how anoying it would be. Remy didn't even notice them. He made sure to have his headphones on from the second got in the car. The Sex Pistols were drowning out the Osbournes.
Remy had been on a punk kick since he'd found out they were going to London, and it had actually been Rogue who'd recomended the Sex Pistols to him. She'd been joking at the time, but he now knew all the lyrics to most of their songs. 'God Save the Queen' could drown out anything.
After a while he noticed his CD player was almost out of batterie power. Not wanting to have to listen to the demented boys around him, or Scott bitching about how much the Osbournes were getting on his nerves, or Jamie singing "I know a song that gets on everybody's nerves. . ." Remy began looking through his suitcase for the large pack of batteries he'd packed. Instead he found an empty box, and a note.
"Remy,
This is just the beginning. Sucks to be you, I'm sure. Jack is my favorite Osbourne Bobble head, see if you agree with me.
Burn in Hell,
Rogue"
Remy lookeda t the note in horror. How had she mangaed to steal his batteries? How had anyone mangaed to take something from him? This was unhgeard off. And speaking of unheard, his Discman gave an angry buzz signalling a complete loss of battery power, and teh Sex Pistols was replaced by Ozzy Osbourne, and his spawn. The Sharon Bobble Head was in Bobby's hands, with the voice box out the window. They were still looking for the rest.
If the boys had it bad, the teachers were in Hell. Logan wasn't exactly the world's worst driver, but he was definitly the world's scariest driver. His road rage was freaking Hank and Ororo out, along with the fact that he was having a hard time getting used to being on the other side of the car and the road.
Hank was praying to whatever diety cared to listen. "Please stop. This is unnesisary. You can pass on teh right here. Slow down! Watch out for the pedestrian! Tabitha already almost ran him down."
Ororo was regeretting her descision to ride shotgun. "Logan, we're supposed to be on the other side of the road! The speed limit is not this high." Ororo had a death grip on the armrests, and was very close to panicing. On the bright side, she forgot about her claustophobia.
They made it to London alive, and for the most part sane. The only exception was Scott who was ripping the boy's van apart, muttering deranged things under his breath and sometimes yellignt hings like "Destroy them all!" Eventually Jean used her tk to levitate Scott into the hotel lobby to check in.
***
Next, everyone int heir rooms. Jean threatens Rogue, Rogue contemplates her paanks, Remy goes out drinking, logan wears a Hard Rock Cafe t-shirt. Only in this fic folks.
Review!
Peace and Love,
Panther Nesmith