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Rogue LeBeau-Thanks bebe! Glad to hear from you!
Ish-Of course I'm gonna cheer you up! Ican't let you get all depressd! You're too insane to be depressed, not telling what the two of us would do if needed prozak. Yes, Mystique can't win. . .duh. But I know whacha mean. Risty is gay, but that's beside the point. A Risty, Rogue, Remy love triangle? That's way too many 'R's I'll never keep it straight (ha! Straight, I'll never. . .nevermind). My thoughts exactly. Euro pop is not approved of by the Devil, and my brother loves eveything. You weren't traumatized ebfore? I haven't been doing my job properly. I want to impact people with my writing, so that if I decide to be a psychologst, I'll be rich. Mwahahahahahaha! Ooh! Two evil laughs in two responses! Booya! Ug, did I just type that? Someone smack me. Thank God it's almost summer. Anyway, see you soon!
Eileen-I know how ya feel. I hated being grounded, I felt like i was missing out on stuff. You forget the internet is millions of billions of people all hooked together and usually with mroe free time than us, huh? YEah teh woman with him was pretty lonely, but hse goes home with a very nice firefighter and they get married and don't have any kids. I think they can't be that clean cut all the time. I bet they're shagging each other's brains out in that conference room. Well, Mystique did miss out on a lot of mommying. Maybe she's trying to make up for it. OR maybe she just want an excuse to kill Rmey. Who kows with her? As for being a womanizer, I couldn't write him like that, even if I did (do) think it's in character. I'm not that evil. Now if they have a huge falling out, maybe. He really wasn't a womanizer. Man-whore is closer, but womanizer sounds more insidious. Isn't the park at night awesome? I lovew it. Um, not exactlly a racoon. . .
Disclaimer
If my hsadows have offended think but this and all is mended, I own naught, and have never been east of Western Florida, ornorht of Columbus Ohio.
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The park was a beautiful clump of trees and paths and such. The trees cooled the sidewalks, and shaded Rogue and Remy from the streetlights. Rogue had calmed down during the walk from McDonalds to the park. She was holding Remy's hand, but slightly glaring at any one they passed on the street, as if daring them to be her possibly gay, but defintly bitchy best friend. Remy eventually got her to stop that, by telling her a story about something or other that hit her rather wicked sense of humor. The one about Pietro running in on John in the shower if his memory served him right.
The first thing they did in the park was find a park bench to finish up their food. Rogue spread her burger and slightly cold fries out on her lap as a squirrel positioned itself so as to see her date, especially his hands. Raven was now very paranoid he'd been using his charm to make her daughter jealous, so he could take her to the park and molest her. Proabbly some psycho killer like Ted Bundy and the poor girl didn't even suspect! This could not happen. Not if there was anything she could do about it. Beside, it was either this or watch the BBC. An easy choice to make. [Okay, you bastard I swear if you even think about touching her I'll. . .where's that hand going?]
Remy finished his food first, because he hadn't spent so much time in the restaurant glaring evilly at a college girl like his date. So when he was finished there were still quite a few fries left in Rogue's lap, even though the burger was gone. He quickly grabbed one and Mystique almost jumped on him, relying on her sharp squirrel teeth to do serious damage. She only relaxed a hair when he popped the fry in his mouth, giving Rogue a very childish grin. She shook her head.
"Ah thought Ah wasn't supposed ta notice ya took somethin'. Didja give that grin to every girl ya stole from, or am Ah special?" She siad, equally playful, and making it obvious, to avoid any chance of an arguement. The first week she'd known him had been spent constantly plotting ways to kill him and get away with it, because they tended to fight a lot. They were sort of like oil and vinegar. But she really wasn't thinking htat hard about salad dressing at the time.
Then there was that damn, 'You so totally like him' meeting. Rogue almost felt bad for pranking the people who were responsible for her current situation, until she remembered she was fighting with her best friend, eating cold fries in a very uncomfortable dress. Then it seemed alright.
"Don't see de point in coverin' my tracks. Don't see how you could hurt me." Remy said, equally joking. Rogue raised her eyebrows at him.
"Oh yeah? Ya wanna change that?" She said, standing up, giving him a competative look. He stood up too.
"Nope." He ran down the nearby path, Rogue in hot pursuit, being tailed by the sadistic squirrel.
Eventually he found the spot he'd been trying to get her to. It was close enough to the river to be able to see it, but still pretty far away, on top of a sort of hill. He slowed down as he approached it, letting Rogue catch up.
He made a slight miscalculation on how far behind him Rogue was, and she crashed into him. Raven was once again, halfway to tearing Remy' throat out before they untangled themselves and Rogue put three feet of space between her and Remy.
"Sorry. To much momentum, an' ya stopped real quick." Rogue said, making sure her clothes hadn't torn.
"No problem. T'ink m' internal organs'll stop bleedin' an second now." Remy said, leaning back on his hands. Rogue smiled at him.
"Ya mean Ah hurt ya? Oh. Guess ya lost ya bet. Ah would feel sorry for ya, but. . .nah."
"Glad t' know y' care chere." Remy said, smiling playfully again. Rogue shook her head.
"We can't flirt like normal people. Ah threaten ta do horirble things ta your body, an' you turn it so that it sounds sexy. Masochist."
"Well, if that's how y like it, God bless sadomasochism."
Rogue laughed and moved closer to Remy. Within arm's reach, but not right on top of him. Though he would have enjoyed that immensly. That's when they realized how tired they really were. Rogue moved over and leaned on Remy, who leaned back, so they were holding each other up. Then they fell asleep.
Raven hoppe dout of the tree and wondered what to do. Then an idea belted her across the head. She morphed into a derelict woamn and grabbed a tattered skirtful of rocks. She stared lobbing them at Remy. Slow, easy tosses at first, with small pebbles. Then the rocks got bigger, and the throws got harder.
Eventually one hit Remy hard enough to wake him up. He jumped a little and Rogue groaned, before trying to bury her head in he rpillow, which just happened to be his shoulder. Her head moved down to his chest, and Remy was _fully_ awake. The bag lady threw one more rock at him, dead center of his forehead as hard ad he could. He caught it, and scowled at her. She left, muttering under her breath, half morphing into an owl the whole time.
Remy noticed that Rogue was still asleep. He shook her forehead, marveling at how she could turn him on in her sleep. But then again, that would be the most obvious place to do it.
Finally Rogue woke up. She noticed her surroundings and almost smacked Remy's chin with the back of her head. Then she noticed that he had a lapful of rocks.
"Huh. Ah'm sleepin' onya an' you're checkin' out the local geology. Should Ah be offended?" Rogue siad, not mentioning what else she'd seen looking at his lap.
"Dere was some creepy bag lady throwin' stuff at me."
"Weird." Rogue said, trying to stand up. SHe eventually succeded. SHe stretched, and er skirt rode higher up on her thighs, which the still seated Remy gota really good look at. Raven smiled as er daughter sexually tortured er bboyfriend, but for some reason, probably his own greasy hide, he wasn't pulling her clothes off and trying to have sex with her.
"So, who's drvin' home?" Rogue said, suppressing a yawn.
Remy shook his head. Neither of us seem t' be awake. We can walk and get de car tomorrow. Let's jes' wlak home, 'kay?"
Rogue nodded sleepily. Raven would have yawned if owls _could_ yawn. Her daugther's powers would stop her from getting raped (there, she thought it), if the can of mace Raven knew she carried in her bra didn't. ROgue could watch herself until Risty went to apologize for being a bitch the next morning. Raven flew off to get some well deserved (in her opinion) sleep.
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Remy and Rogue walked about two blocks before Remy had to stop because of is over dressy shoes, and Rogue had to stop becasue of exhaustion.
"Chere, at dis rate we're gonna be stranded in Englan' b'fore we get t' de hotle. I'll get some money out, an' we'l take a cab.
Rogue nodded. "Soun's good. We gotta make surewe stay awake long enoug."
"'S only twenty minutes." Remy pionted out.
"Good point."
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Well, I'm updateing quickly again!
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Peace and Love,
Panther Nesmith
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Rogue LeBeau-Thanks bebe! Glad to hear from you!
Ish-Of course I'm gonna cheer you up! Ican't let you get all depressd! You're too insane to be depressed, not telling what the two of us would do if needed prozak. Yes, Mystique can't win. . .duh. But I know whacha mean. Risty is gay, but that's beside the point. A Risty, Rogue, Remy love triangle? That's way too many 'R's I'll never keep it straight (ha! Straight, I'll never. . .nevermind). My thoughts exactly. Euro pop is not approved of by the Devil, and my brother loves eveything. You weren't traumatized ebfore? I haven't been doing my job properly. I want to impact people with my writing, so that if I decide to be a psychologst, I'll be rich. Mwahahahahahaha! Ooh! Two evil laughs in two responses! Booya! Ug, did I just type that? Someone smack me. Thank God it's almost summer. Anyway, see you soon!
Eileen-I know how ya feel. I hated being grounded, I felt like i was missing out on stuff. You forget the internet is millions of billions of people all hooked together and usually with mroe free time than us, huh? YEah teh woman with him was pretty lonely, but hse goes home with a very nice firefighter and they get married and don't have any kids. I think they can't be that clean cut all the time. I bet they're shagging each other's brains out in that conference room. Well, Mystique did miss out on a lot of mommying. Maybe she's trying to make up for it. OR maybe she just want an excuse to kill Rmey. Who kows with her? As for being a womanizer, I couldn't write him like that, even if I did (do) think it's in character. I'm not that evil. Now if they have a huge falling out, maybe. He really wasn't a womanizer. Man-whore is closer, but womanizer sounds more insidious. Isn't the park at night awesome? I lovew it. Um, not exactlly a racoon. . .
Disclaimer
If my hsadows have offended think but this and all is mended, I own naught, and have never been east of Western Florida, ornorht of Columbus Ohio.
***
The park was a beautiful clump of trees and paths and such. The trees cooled the sidewalks, and shaded Rogue and Remy from the streetlights. Rogue had calmed down during the walk from McDonalds to the park. She was holding Remy's hand, but slightly glaring at any one they passed on the street, as if daring them to be her possibly gay, but defintly bitchy best friend. Remy eventually got her to stop that, by telling her a story about something or other that hit her rather wicked sense of humor. The one about Pietro running in on John in the shower if his memory served him right.
The first thing they did in the park was find a park bench to finish up their food. Rogue spread her burger and slightly cold fries out on her lap as a squirrel positioned itself so as to see her date, especially his hands. Raven was now very paranoid he'd been using his charm to make her daughter jealous, so he could take her to the park and molest her. Proabbly some psycho killer like Ted Bundy and the poor girl didn't even suspect! This could not happen. Not if there was anything she could do about it. Beside, it was either this or watch the BBC. An easy choice to make. [Okay, you bastard I swear if you even think about touching her I'll. . .where's that hand going?]
Remy finished his food first, because he hadn't spent so much time in the restaurant glaring evilly at a college girl like his date. So when he was finished there were still quite a few fries left in Rogue's lap, even though the burger was gone. He quickly grabbed one and Mystique almost jumped on him, relying on her sharp squirrel teeth to do serious damage. She only relaxed a hair when he popped the fry in his mouth, giving Rogue a very childish grin. She shook her head.
"Ah thought Ah wasn't supposed ta notice ya took somethin'. Didja give that grin to every girl ya stole from, or am Ah special?" She siad, equally playful, and making it obvious, to avoid any chance of an arguement. The first week she'd known him had been spent constantly plotting ways to kill him and get away with it, because they tended to fight a lot. They were sort of like oil and vinegar. But she really wasn't thinking htat hard about salad dressing at the time.
Then there was that damn, 'You so totally like him' meeting. Rogue almost felt bad for pranking the people who were responsible for her current situation, until she remembered she was fighting with her best friend, eating cold fries in a very uncomfortable dress. Then it seemed alright.
"Don't see de point in coverin' my tracks. Don't see how you could hurt me." Remy said, equally joking. Rogue raised her eyebrows at him.
"Oh yeah? Ya wanna change that?" She said, standing up, giving him a competative look. He stood up too.
"Nope." He ran down the nearby path, Rogue in hot pursuit, being tailed by the sadistic squirrel.
Eventually he found the spot he'd been trying to get her to. It was close enough to the river to be able to see it, but still pretty far away, on top of a sort of hill. He slowed down as he approached it, letting Rogue catch up.
He made a slight miscalculation on how far behind him Rogue was, and she crashed into him. Raven was once again, halfway to tearing Remy' throat out before they untangled themselves and Rogue put three feet of space between her and Remy.
"Sorry. To much momentum, an' ya stopped real quick." Rogue said, making sure her clothes hadn't torn.
"No problem. T'ink m' internal organs'll stop bleedin' an second now." Remy said, leaning back on his hands. Rogue smiled at him.
"Ya mean Ah hurt ya? Oh. Guess ya lost ya bet. Ah would feel sorry for ya, but. . .nah."
"Glad t' know y' care chere." Remy said, smiling playfully again. Rogue shook her head.
"We can't flirt like normal people. Ah threaten ta do horirble things ta your body, an' you turn it so that it sounds sexy. Masochist."
"Well, if that's how y like it, God bless sadomasochism."
Rogue laughed and moved closer to Remy. Within arm's reach, but not right on top of him. Though he would have enjoyed that immensly. That's when they realized how tired they really were. Rogue moved over and leaned on Remy, who leaned back, so they were holding each other up. Then they fell asleep.
Raven hoppe dout of the tree and wondered what to do. Then an idea belted her across the head. She morphed into a derelict woamn and grabbed a tattered skirtful of rocks. She stared lobbing them at Remy. Slow, easy tosses at first, with small pebbles. Then the rocks got bigger, and the throws got harder.
Eventually one hit Remy hard enough to wake him up. He jumped a little and Rogue groaned, before trying to bury her head in he rpillow, which just happened to be his shoulder. Her head moved down to his chest, and Remy was _fully_ awake. The bag lady threw one more rock at him, dead center of his forehead as hard ad he could. He caught it, and scowled at her. She left, muttering under her breath, half morphing into an owl the whole time.
Remy noticed that Rogue was still asleep. He shook her forehead, marveling at how she could turn him on in her sleep. But then again, that would be the most obvious place to do it.
Finally Rogue woke up. She noticed her surroundings and almost smacked Remy's chin with the back of her head. Then she noticed that he had a lapful of rocks.
"Huh. Ah'm sleepin' onya an' you're checkin' out the local geology. Should Ah be offended?" Rogue siad, not mentioning what else she'd seen looking at his lap.
"Dere was some creepy bag lady throwin' stuff at me."
"Weird." Rogue said, trying to stand up. SHe eventually succeded. SHe stretched, and er skirt rode higher up on her thighs, which the still seated Remy gota really good look at. Raven smiled as er daughter sexually tortured er bboyfriend, but for some reason, probably his own greasy hide, he wasn't pulling her clothes off and trying to have sex with her.
"So, who's drvin' home?" Rogue said, suppressing a yawn.
Remy shook his head. Neither of us seem t' be awake. We can walk and get de car tomorrow. Let's jes' wlak home, 'kay?"
Rogue nodded sleepily. Raven would have yawned if owls _could_ yawn. Her daugther's powers would stop her from getting raped (there, she thought it), if the can of mace Raven knew she carried in her bra didn't. ROgue could watch herself until Risty went to apologize for being a bitch the next morning. Raven flew off to get some well deserved (in her opinion) sleep.
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Remy and Rogue walked about two blocks before Remy had to stop because of is over dressy shoes, and Rogue had to stop becasue of exhaustion.
"Chere, at dis rate we're gonna be stranded in Englan' b'fore we get t' de hotle. I'll get some money out, an' we'l take a cab.
Rogue nodded. "Soun's good. We gotta make surewe stay awake long enoug."
"'S only twenty minutes." Remy pionted out.
"Good point."
***
Well, I'm updateing quickly again!
Review!
Peace and Love,
Panther Nesmith