HEY All!
I would normally respiond to reviews here, but I'm not feelign up to it. I can't be the usual loving and cheerful person I am. Too mad. Much sorryness on my part, extra long responses next time, I promise.
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Rahne walked out of the hotel. She was holding her ears from the volume of Rogue's scream. Time to explore England Rahne Sinclair style. She popped in her Warren Zevon CD, and headed off for the city.
'Werewolves of London' wasn't exacty applicable to her, but it was fun to sing along to. Which Rahne did with the kind of joy you only find in canines.
"I saw a werewolf with a chinese menu in his hand,
Walkin' through the streets of Soho in the rain,"
Rahne smiled up at the clear sky. Chinese sounded good actually. She headed off in the direction of the Golden Dragon.
"He was lookin' f'r a place called Lee Ho Fook's,"
A guy with a Green Day shirt smiled at Rahne, who grinned back.
"Gonna get a big dish of beef chow mein," Rahne threw her head back and mock howled.
"Werewolves of London"
Another mock howl, this time less obviously fake sounding burst out of Rahne's mouth.
A group of girls were comparing purchases outside a novelty store. Rhane smiled wolfishly at the girls. The teenagers looked at the semi-pigtailed girl oddly.
"If you hear him howling around your kitchen door,
better not let him in"
Rahne smiled at a guy with very nice hair. He looked at her like she was insane. Rahne stuck her tongue out at him. But even annoying good looking ugys couldn't keep her down. She was smiling two steps later.
"little old lady got mutilated late last night,
Werewolves of London again."
Rahne threw er ead back, so into the song she howled with all her lupine ability. This sent a few people around her into confussion. One little boy went into histerics. Rahne came to her senses and started running away, easily losing the people loking at her oddly. She felt bad about scaring the small child, but decided just to be careful and try not to stand out too much.
"He's a hairy handed gent"
[Double meaning there.] Rahne grinned at her thoughts, making a self-conscious teenage boy hope he hadn't forgotten some hygene thing, like wiping his mouth, or maybe it was his braces she was laughing at.
"Who ran amok in Kent,
Lately he's been over hear in Mayfair."
Rahne passed a Rent-to-Own like store, showing news clip of pro-mutant press conferences in Scotland. She didn't pay any attention to it.
"Better stay away from him,"
A very nicely dressed business man appeared in front of Rahne. As she passed him she said, "He'll rip your lungs out, Jim,"
The man told her to do obscene things with his anatomy. Rahne stuck her tongue out at him.
"I'd like to meet his tailor."
Rahhne saw the chinese place. Overjoyed, because she was getting really hungry, Rahne ran in, and missed the chorus trying to decide on what to get to eat.
She ordered wonton soup, and sat in the eat-in booths, smiling, just because she couldn't do anything else
"I saw Lon Chaney walking with the Queen,
Doin' the Werewolves of London.
I saw Lan Chaney jr. walkin' with the Queen,"
A boy, about Rahne's age walke dinto the chinese place. He walked intot eh dine in room, catching Rahne singing 'Werewolves of London.' He was wearing a t-shirt with a screen cap from an old werewolf movie on it, and carrying a copy of _White Fang_. He smiled at her, a wide grin that almost matched her own. Rahne continued singing. "Doin' the werewolves of London."
The boy's msile only got wider as he responded. "I saw a werewolf drinkin' a pina colada at Trader Vic's, his hair was perfect."
The boy took the booth behind Rahne and they simultaneously howled and sang "Werewolves of London." They started laughing. It was so bad they couldn't finish the song. When the laughing fit had subsided Rahne turned around in her booth to talk to the boy.
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REVIEW!
Peace and Love,
Panther.
I would normally respiond to reviews here, but I'm not feelign up to it. I can't be the usual loving and cheerful person I am. Too mad. Much sorryness on my part, extra long responses next time, I promise.
***
Rahne walked out of the hotel. She was holding her ears from the volume of Rogue's scream. Time to explore England Rahne Sinclair style. She popped in her Warren Zevon CD, and headed off for the city.
'Werewolves of London' wasn't exacty applicable to her, but it was fun to sing along to. Which Rahne did with the kind of joy you only find in canines.
"I saw a werewolf with a chinese menu in his hand,
Walkin' through the streets of Soho in the rain,"
Rahne smiled up at the clear sky. Chinese sounded good actually. She headed off in the direction of the Golden Dragon.
"He was lookin' f'r a place called Lee Ho Fook's,"
A guy with a Green Day shirt smiled at Rahne, who grinned back.
"Gonna get a big dish of beef chow mein," Rahne threw her head back and mock howled.
"Werewolves of London"
Another mock howl, this time less obviously fake sounding burst out of Rahne's mouth.
A group of girls were comparing purchases outside a novelty store. Rhane smiled wolfishly at the girls. The teenagers looked at the semi-pigtailed girl oddly.
"If you hear him howling around your kitchen door,
better not let him in"
Rahne smiled at a guy with very nice hair. He looked at her like she was insane. Rahne stuck her tongue out at him. But even annoying good looking ugys couldn't keep her down. She was smiling two steps later.
"little old lady got mutilated late last night,
Werewolves of London again."
Rahne threw er ead back, so into the song she howled with all her lupine ability. This sent a few people around her into confussion. One little boy went into histerics. Rahne came to her senses and started running away, easily losing the people loking at her oddly. She felt bad about scaring the small child, but decided just to be careful and try not to stand out too much.
"He's a hairy handed gent"
[Double meaning there.] Rahne grinned at her thoughts, making a self-conscious teenage boy hope he hadn't forgotten some hygene thing, like wiping his mouth, or maybe it was his braces she was laughing at.
"Who ran amok in Kent,
Lately he's been over hear in Mayfair."
Rahne passed a Rent-to-Own like store, showing news clip of pro-mutant press conferences in Scotland. She didn't pay any attention to it.
"Better stay away from him,"
A very nicely dressed business man appeared in front of Rahne. As she passed him she said, "He'll rip your lungs out, Jim,"
The man told her to do obscene things with his anatomy. Rahne stuck her tongue out at him.
"I'd like to meet his tailor."
Rahhne saw the chinese place. Overjoyed, because she was getting really hungry, Rahne ran in, and missed the chorus trying to decide on what to get to eat.
She ordered wonton soup, and sat in the eat-in booths, smiling, just because she couldn't do anything else
"I saw Lon Chaney walking with the Queen,
Doin' the Werewolves of London.
I saw Lan Chaney jr. walkin' with the Queen,"
A boy, about Rahne's age walke dinto the chinese place. He walked intot eh dine in room, catching Rahne singing 'Werewolves of London.' He was wearing a t-shirt with a screen cap from an old werewolf movie on it, and carrying a copy of _White Fang_. He smiled at her, a wide grin that almost matched her own. Rahne continued singing. "Doin' the werewolves of London."
The boy's msile only got wider as he responded. "I saw a werewolf drinkin' a pina colada at Trader Vic's, his hair was perfect."
The boy took the booth behind Rahne and they simultaneously howled and sang "Werewolves of London." They started laughing. It was so bad they couldn't finish the song. When the laughing fit had subsided Rahne turned around in her booth to talk to the boy.
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REVIEW!
Peace and Love,
Panther.