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Miranda-It does sound like a bad joke. Scott's indian? Didn't see that one coming. They have? Damn New Zealanders! Oops, I mena, your t.v. stations suck! I'm having a RABID rally outside WB; who's with me? Tennesee isn't half as bad as Ohio beb. I got here for vaction. I can talk like Rogue, but it's only from study of the old cartoon and Reboot that I gained my talents. Now I have to learn to stop. Yeah, her evo. accent is more a tone of voice. But then again, where's Remy's accent? It's thicker than old pudding in the old cartoon, and in evo it's barely in the two french words he's said. I'm disapointed. I don't even think he said two! Aadn cherie is a little too familliar for someone who he hasn't even met yet, and was trying to blow up to boot. Sorry, rants are contagious. I'm irked by this. Thanks for the review. It's made me happy, because I get to rant.
Eileen-Sorry I grossed you out. It wasn't much blood. Just a small scratch. I had to make my strange girl on the street wild an unusual, so she macked a guy she didn't even know. It would have been Scott, but he'd freeze up and be a snot about it. I dunno, Remy is sorta a masocist come to think of it. I mean, look at whacha got. A very moody and super strong woman. I'm not ewven bothering to mention her natural powers. She could, in theory, kick his ass with both legs sawed off. And he doesn't seem to bothered about it. Sure, he loves her, but he's probably also a subconscious masocist. not that it gives some English punk the right to hurt him. You're a wander, your mind's a wanderin' it goes around and 'round and 'round. . . thanks for hte review beb. See you next chapter!
Ish- Your best ever, and it DIED? NO! I'll never see it. *sniff* I'm gonna cry. My memory's worse than yours. I thought I updated this puppy a while ago. Turns out I didn't. Bobby is of course more Lumberjack Song than Jimmy Jazz, but I like that song,a nd I like Bobby, so he was singing it to make me happy. I can definitly see JAmie watching Wild Wild Breasts and getting completely corrupted. He didn't ask to be kissed. The girl took her own initative. Beside, Rogue'll never know. Incurring wraith is never fun. I enjoy dishing it out a lot though. It worke dish, ti worked. Don't you cry too.
Rogue LeBeau: Here's some more story for you beb. Enjoy!
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Do I really have to ask you three more times?
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Jubilee, Sam, and Roberto were in front of Buckingham Palace (AN: Correct me if I'm wrong) looking at the guards who looked like they werestaring off into space.
"How can we get 'em to move?" Sam asked, knowing Jubilee probably had an idea. That was Jubilee's job. It might be a stupid udea, but it would be an idea nonetheless. Jubilee shrugged.
"You guys watched Austin Powers with me, you tell me."
Sam's expression went from understanding to a tiny it of disgust. "You mean you want me or 'Berto to kiss 'em? Not it."
Roberto glared at Sam, but inwardly didn't care all that much. Sothe wanted him to kiss a guy. Big deal. He was mature. He walked up to the guardsman, and kissed him lightly on the lips. The guard didn't move. Roberto sort of pouted. Jubilee and Sam exchanged looks.
"Hey Roberto. . ."
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Mystique was going to kill Toad. Absoloutly kill him. Number one, she was killing him for being there in the first place. If the brotherhood weren't so incompetent they would be in America eating pizza ad trashingt he house while she was in London geting quality time with her daughter and Xavier's charge card. As it was she was running late, and it was all Todd's fault.
"What's in the bag? Aw come on. I'm hungry! Is there food in here?" Todd said, rummaging through the messenger bag. Mystique cleared her throat. Todd looked up and sort of screamed, while hopping behind Fred. Mystique thought about hurling a lamp at the boys, but knew it wouldn't hit Todd, and wouldn't hurt Fred.
So Mystique glared evilly at Fred. "Unless yo want to be cleaning out the basement for the rest of your natural life, I suggesst you get out of the way Fred."
Fred gave Todd an apologetic look and went to sit next to John and Lance, who were laughing their asses off. Wanda was standing in the corner, tryin not to look amused as Raven lept for Todd's jugular vein, er. . . her messenger bag.
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Rogue was sitting outside the mall reading Cerulian Sins when Remy and the gang walked by. It wasn't on purpose. They just happened to walk by when Rogue just happened to find disdain for consumerism and the conformist tendencies of the stupid human race. So she was her usual cheerful self.
"Looks like Rogue's enjoying her vaction." Logan noted. Rogue looked up at the men and rolled her eyes.
"Please. If Ah had ta stay in there one more minute Ah'd be the only female on the team. Even Ororo's tryin' on more shoes than Ah think is healthy." Rogue put the Barnes and Noble reciept in her book and offered the other half of the bench to the boys. Remy took it before Scott or Logan thought about sitting down. Rogue almost smiled at him. He stretched his arm acros teh back, and Rogue gave him a look that said 'don't even try it'. He wisely didn't.
"Sorry t' see such a lovely femme all by herself. 'Specially when she's on vacation."
"Ah'm waitin' fo' Risty. She'll be here in about five minutes." Rogue thought about leaning against Remy, knowing full well he'd put his arms around her, and tell the other boys to take a hike. She just couldn't bring herself to do it. She inwardly cursed her 'I am a Rock' image (AN: Just to give you a break from punk).
Scott thought about telling Rogue about the punk girl; but when he saw how comparatively happy she looked, he kept his mouth shut. Logan's thought process was pretty much the same.
"So, what are y'all here for? You're not tryin' on shoes too are ya?" Rogue asked, scooting toward Remy the tiniest fraction of an inch. He put the arm that was on the back of the bench behind Rogue's back, and put a folded up note in the waistband of her skirt. She almost gave him a dirty look, but stopped herself when the hand pulled away and Remy stood up.
"Well, we can't hang around here. Saw a pack of punk girls in a minivan. It's way too Spice World around here f'r my taste. Doan go crazy an' kill the otehr girls, okay? De professor'll have t' lecture y' on controling your anger, and won't dat be fun?" Remy said while giving Rogue a laughing smile and turning to leave.
"Pfft. Bye. Have fun doin' whatevah." Rogue said, giving the men adhort wave before going for her book. As soon as they had turned teh corner Rogue had Remy's note open and halfway read.
'Hey
Thought I'd try my own variation of the evil note of doom, as Bobby called it. I'd like you to meet me in the lobby at five tonight, and dress nice.
Well, this was disappointingly short. What else can I say? Oh yeah. Thanks for the picture. I think I'm going to frame it. Or have it blown up and mounted on my wall. I should really put a comment here, but I don't think I will.
I don't really have anything else to say, but this si areally short note. It doesn't really look like much of anything. But I'm better at talking than wrting, otherwise I'd carry a pen and tiny notebook and refuse to speak. Now I've gottten off track. Guess all I really want to write now is. . .
I'll be waiting for you,
Remy'
Rogue looked at the note and wondered what kind of medication Remy was taking, and whether it was the strongest dose and he'd need new medicine soon. She also thought it was sort of sweet in a weird, non poetic sort of way. She also noticed that he wrote a little better than he talked. Not that she preffered it. There was something about the whole thing that was very played out. But then again, there would never be a romance story with any note like that in it. She was still sort of pondering the note, but focusing more on what to wear, when Risty showed up.
"Hey girl! Wha+t's that?" Risty said, plopping down on the bench next to Rogue. Rogue put the note away.
"It's from Remy. He's takin' me out tonight. Either that or he just wants to see me dressed up in the lobby."
"Really? That's great!" Raven gagged inwardly. How could Rogue still be going out with that no good lying cheating. . .
"Earth ta Risty. Are ya in there? Hello?" Rogue waved her hand in front of Risty's face, which had suddenly turned into a sort of glare at the tree in front of the bench.
"Oh, sorry love. I'm kinda upset with my mum right now. Let's get you a dress for this thing." Risty said grabbing Rogue' arm. [I'm going ot get you soemhting very conservatine, something that shows less skin than what you have on now. No way that bastard is even thinking about touching you. I'll make sure of it.]
"Ah comiserate about not gettin' along with ya mom." Rogue said, before heading into the mall. Raven felt guilty, but didn't know what she could do about it. So she went into the mall, intent on making sure Rogue was dressed uber-conservatively.
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Gotta go, so I hope you enjoyed!
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Peace and Love,
Panther Nesmith
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Miranda-It does sound like a bad joke. Scott's indian? Didn't see that one coming. They have? Damn New Zealanders! Oops, I mena, your t.v. stations suck! I'm having a RABID rally outside WB; who's with me? Tennesee isn't half as bad as Ohio beb. I got here for vaction. I can talk like Rogue, but it's only from study of the old cartoon and Reboot that I gained my talents. Now I have to learn to stop. Yeah, her evo. accent is more a tone of voice. But then again, where's Remy's accent? It's thicker than old pudding in the old cartoon, and in evo it's barely in the two french words he's said. I'm disapointed. I don't even think he said two! Aadn cherie is a little too familliar for someone who he hasn't even met yet, and was trying to blow up to boot. Sorry, rants are contagious. I'm irked by this. Thanks for the review. It's made me happy, because I get to rant.
Eileen-Sorry I grossed you out. It wasn't much blood. Just a small scratch. I had to make my strange girl on the street wild an unusual, so she macked a guy she didn't even know. It would have been Scott, but he'd freeze up and be a snot about it. I dunno, Remy is sorta a masocist come to think of it. I mean, look at whacha got. A very moody and super strong woman. I'm not ewven bothering to mention her natural powers. She could, in theory, kick his ass with both legs sawed off. And he doesn't seem to bothered about it. Sure, he loves her, but he's probably also a subconscious masocist. not that it gives some English punk the right to hurt him. You're a wander, your mind's a wanderin' it goes around and 'round and 'round. . . thanks for hte review beb. See you next chapter!
Ish- Your best ever, and it DIED? NO! I'll never see it. *sniff* I'm gonna cry. My memory's worse than yours. I thought I updated this puppy a while ago. Turns out I didn't. Bobby is of course more Lumberjack Song than Jimmy Jazz, but I like that song,a nd I like Bobby, so he was singing it to make me happy. I can definitly see JAmie watching Wild Wild Breasts and getting completely corrupted. He didn't ask to be kissed. The girl took her own initative. Beside, Rogue'll never know. Incurring wraith is never fun. I enjoy dishing it out a lot though. It worke dish, ti worked. Don't you cry too.
Rogue LeBeau: Here's some more story for you beb. Enjoy!
Disclaimer
Do I really have to ask you three more times?
***
Jubilee, Sam, and Roberto were in front of Buckingham Palace (AN: Correct me if I'm wrong) looking at the guards who looked like they werestaring off into space.
"How can we get 'em to move?" Sam asked, knowing Jubilee probably had an idea. That was Jubilee's job. It might be a stupid udea, but it would be an idea nonetheless. Jubilee shrugged.
"You guys watched Austin Powers with me, you tell me."
Sam's expression went from understanding to a tiny it of disgust. "You mean you want me or 'Berto to kiss 'em? Not it."
Roberto glared at Sam, but inwardly didn't care all that much. Sothe wanted him to kiss a guy. Big deal. He was mature. He walked up to the guardsman, and kissed him lightly on the lips. The guard didn't move. Roberto sort of pouted. Jubilee and Sam exchanged looks.
"Hey Roberto. . ."
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Mystique was going to kill Toad. Absoloutly kill him. Number one, she was killing him for being there in the first place. If the brotherhood weren't so incompetent they would be in America eating pizza ad trashingt he house while she was in London geting quality time with her daughter and Xavier's charge card. As it was she was running late, and it was all Todd's fault.
"What's in the bag? Aw come on. I'm hungry! Is there food in here?" Todd said, rummaging through the messenger bag. Mystique cleared her throat. Todd looked up and sort of screamed, while hopping behind Fred. Mystique thought about hurling a lamp at the boys, but knew it wouldn't hit Todd, and wouldn't hurt Fred.
So Mystique glared evilly at Fred. "Unless yo want to be cleaning out the basement for the rest of your natural life, I suggesst you get out of the way Fred."
Fred gave Todd an apologetic look and went to sit next to John and Lance, who were laughing their asses off. Wanda was standing in the corner, tryin not to look amused as Raven lept for Todd's jugular vein, er. . . her messenger bag.
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Rogue was sitting outside the mall reading Cerulian Sins when Remy and the gang walked by. It wasn't on purpose. They just happened to walk by when Rogue just happened to find disdain for consumerism and the conformist tendencies of the stupid human race. So she was her usual cheerful self.
"Looks like Rogue's enjoying her vaction." Logan noted. Rogue looked up at the men and rolled her eyes.
"Please. If Ah had ta stay in there one more minute Ah'd be the only female on the team. Even Ororo's tryin' on more shoes than Ah think is healthy." Rogue put the Barnes and Noble reciept in her book and offered the other half of the bench to the boys. Remy took it before Scott or Logan thought about sitting down. Rogue almost smiled at him. He stretched his arm acros teh back, and Rogue gave him a look that said 'don't even try it'. He wisely didn't.
"Sorry t' see such a lovely femme all by herself. 'Specially when she's on vacation."
"Ah'm waitin' fo' Risty. She'll be here in about five minutes." Rogue thought about leaning against Remy, knowing full well he'd put his arms around her, and tell the other boys to take a hike. She just couldn't bring herself to do it. She inwardly cursed her 'I am a Rock' image (AN: Just to give you a break from punk).
Scott thought about telling Rogue about the punk girl; but when he saw how comparatively happy she looked, he kept his mouth shut. Logan's thought process was pretty much the same.
"So, what are y'all here for? You're not tryin' on shoes too are ya?" Rogue asked, scooting toward Remy the tiniest fraction of an inch. He put the arm that was on the back of the bench behind Rogue's back, and put a folded up note in the waistband of her skirt. She almost gave him a dirty look, but stopped herself when the hand pulled away and Remy stood up.
"Well, we can't hang around here. Saw a pack of punk girls in a minivan. It's way too Spice World around here f'r my taste. Doan go crazy an' kill the otehr girls, okay? De professor'll have t' lecture y' on controling your anger, and won't dat be fun?" Remy said while giving Rogue a laughing smile and turning to leave.
"Pfft. Bye. Have fun doin' whatevah." Rogue said, giving the men adhort wave before going for her book. As soon as they had turned teh corner Rogue had Remy's note open and halfway read.
'Hey
Thought I'd try my own variation of the evil note of doom, as Bobby called it. I'd like you to meet me in the lobby at five tonight, and dress nice.
Well, this was disappointingly short. What else can I say? Oh yeah. Thanks for the picture. I think I'm going to frame it. Or have it blown up and mounted on my wall. I should really put a comment here, but I don't think I will.
I don't really have anything else to say, but this si areally short note. It doesn't really look like much of anything. But I'm better at talking than wrting, otherwise I'd carry a pen and tiny notebook and refuse to speak. Now I've gottten off track. Guess all I really want to write now is. . .
I'll be waiting for you,
Remy'
Rogue looked at the note and wondered what kind of medication Remy was taking, and whether it was the strongest dose and he'd need new medicine soon. She also thought it was sort of sweet in a weird, non poetic sort of way. She also noticed that he wrote a little better than he talked. Not that she preffered it. There was something about the whole thing that was very played out. But then again, there would never be a romance story with any note like that in it. She was still sort of pondering the note, but focusing more on what to wear, when Risty showed up.
"Hey girl! Wha+t's that?" Risty said, plopping down on the bench next to Rogue. Rogue put the note away.
"It's from Remy. He's takin' me out tonight. Either that or he just wants to see me dressed up in the lobby."
"Really? That's great!" Raven gagged inwardly. How could Rogue still be going out with that no good lying cheating. . .
"Earth ta Risty. Are ya in there? Hello?" Rogue waved her hand in front of Risty's face, which had suddenly turned into a sort of glare at the tree in front of the bench.
"Oh, sorry love. I'm kinda upset with my mum right now. Let's get you a dress for this thing." Risty said grabbing Rogue' arm. [I'm going ot get you soemhting very conservatine, something that shows less skin than what you have on now. No way that bastard is even thinking about touching you. I'll make sure of it.]
"Ah comiserate about not gettin' along with ya mom." Rogue said, before heading into the mall. Raven felt guilty, but didn't know what she could do about it. So she went into the mall, intent on making sure Rogue was dressed uber-conservatively.
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Gotta go, so I hope you enjoyed!
Review!
Peace and Love,
Panther Nesmith