"Hmm, well I got scissors, but what can I cut?" Tara walks outside, snapping the scissors apart, then back together repeatedly. She looks around the grounds of the mansion as she goes along. "I need something to cut....ohh, what's that?"she wonders, finding her way to Storm's garden and stopping right in the middle of it; the process made her crush many of the once beautiful half-bloomed things. "Ooops.." Wow, it's too grown. I think I'm gonna help with it... Tara smiles, liking the idea and sets to work trimming up some of the "bigger" plants. She cuts off a few flowers that looked "deadish".
She stops after quite awhile of cutting the flowers into more "better" shapes and designs. "I bet they like it...now, I got to give the scissors back 'cause I shouldn't have them.." She walks back inside, slowly and replaces the scissors in the drawer where she'd found them before going off to find some other way to entertain herself. "Angel! Angel....."she calls for her friend and finally finds her staring blankly at the fish tank. "Angel?"she asks, poking her. Angel blinks and looks at her. "Yep." "Why you watching fish? That ain't good....I'm bored now,"Tara tells her, as if waiting for entertainment. Angel thinks a minute,"I learned a new song, but Remy don't like it....you wanna hear?" "Um...nope, but can we go find something to play with now? I want to play..."
Angel nods,"kay, but Remy said stay here. Have you ever had fried fishes 'fore?" "Don't think so. Why?" Her mouth curves into a smile as she taps on the glass of the fish tank. "Well, we got fishes, there's a pan...." "Nuh-uh....we ain't eating the fish, Angel,"Tara says, shaking her head. "You're no fun, but fine....want go play? I got these block thingys from one of the room..." "What blocks?" "Don't know. They was under a bed..."
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"BOBBY!" Gambit yells for the younger X-Man as he walks through the halls. Loud music of some sort greets him as he walks down the hall and bangs on Bobby's door. No answer comes, the door doesn't open, nor does the music change. Gambit stands there a moment longer, then removes two cards, charging them enough to cause damage before opening the door and tossing both inside. The music aburptly cuts off as one of the cards-a joker-makes contact with it and the other lands a little away from Bobby's feet. He'd been dancing around the room in what appeared to be a black male thong with a yellow smiley face and a white button down shirt. "Mon deiu! Remy's eyes are burning!"
Gambit covers his eyes and turns away. "Remy dit que dat était la trop d'anatomie,"he mumbles, covering his eyes and shuddering repeatedly. "Remy, you killed my cd player and you killed THE BEACH BOYS!!!!"Bobby wails, burying his head in his hands and beginning to cry; Gambit stares at him, blankly. "De Beach Boys? Forget dem....what was de unangelic petite watching?" He shrugs and replies, his voice muffled,"How am I suppoused to know? I left her in the rec room with the tv on...oh." "Why oh? Oh is not good....why oh?"Gambit demands, glowering at him as he charges two more cards-ten and a five. Bobby gulps,"Um...um...don't throw those. It was the rap channel...B-E-T. Is there something wrong with her watching it?" "She was sining de most awful songs....Remy wonders what make you 'llow a five-year old to watch that......stuff,"he growls, holding out the cards, meancingly.
"I didn't figure she'd sing it! Beside I thought she'd left the room....will you please go now so I can return to fixing the Beach Boys cd?" Gambit sighs,"This time, but DON'T and Remy repeats DON'T let de unangelic one watch that channel again....." He flips the cards into the room, then closes the door and walks away. "Remy needs therapy now...."
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"Storm, what are we suppoused to do? We can't just tell Remy and Logan that as far as we know on Angel both parents are dead and Tara has only a brother, not the greatest one either......" "Rogue, we need time to think, but maybe we've overlooked something with Angel's parents,"Storm says, switching her attention to Jean,"Can you find anything?"
Jean shakes her head and rubs her arms. "Is it this safe to leave Logan and Remy alone for so long with those two?"her husband, Scott, questions beginning to walk again. Rogue sighs,"Scotty, they're fine....Swamp Rat and Wolvie can't have anymore trouble with them then with Bobby or Jubes....." There's silence as this sentence sinks in. "Rogue, is that a healthy theory? I mean think about how often Logan's threatened the two's life and his many "accidents" with Bobby?" "Um....maybe we should get back to searching for Angel and Tara's um.....relations....." The others quickly hurried off to search for anyone that could tell them something about their mysterious five-year olds...................
She stops after quite awhile of cutting the flowers into more "better" shapes and designs. "I bet they like it...now, I got to give the scissors back 'cause I shouldn't have them.." She walks back inside, slowly and replaces the scissors in the drawer where she'd found them before going off to find some other way to entertain herself. "Angel! Angel....."she calls for her friend and finally finds her staring blankly at the fish tank. "Angel?"she asks, poking her. Angel blinks and looks at her. "Yep." "Why you watching fish? That ain't good....I'm bored now,"Tara tells her, as if waiting for entertainment. Angel thinks a minute,"I learned a new song, but Remy don't like it....you wanna hear?" "Um...nope, but can we go find something to play with now? I want to play..."
Angel nods,"kay, but Remy said stay here. Have you ever had fried fishes 'fore?" "Don't think so. Why?" Her mouth curves into a smile as she taps on the glass of the fish tank. "Well, we got fishes, there's a pan...." "Nuh-uh....we ain't eating the fish, Angel,"Tara says, shaking her head. "You're no fun, but fine....want go play? I got these block thingys from one of the room..." "What blocks?" "Don't know. They was under a bed..."
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"BOBBY!" Gambit yells for the younger X-Man as he walks through the halls. Loud music of some sort greets him as he walks down the hall and bangs on Bobby's door. No answer comes, the door doesn't open, nor does the music change. Gambit stands there a moment longer, then removes two cards, charging them enough to cause damage before opening the door and tossing both inside. The music aburptly cuts off as one of the cards-a joker-makes contact with it and the other lands a little away from Bobby's feet. He'd been dancing around the room in what appeared to be a black male thong with a yellow smiley face and a white button down shirt. "Mon deiu! Remy's eyes are burning!"
Gambit covers his eyes and turns away. "Remy dit que dat était la trop d'anatomie,"he mumbles, covering his eyes and shuddering repeatedly. "Remy, you killed my cd player and you killed THE BEACH BOYS!!!!"Bobby wails, burying his head in his hands and beginning to cry; Gambit stares at him, blankly. "De Beach Boys? Forget dem....what was de unangelic petite watching?" He shrugs and replies, his voice muffled,"How am I suppoused to know? I left her in the rec room with the tv on...oh." "Why oh? Oh is not good....why oh?"Gambit demands, glowering at him as he charges two more cards-ten and a five. Bobby gulps,"Um...um...don't throw those. It was the rap channel...B-E-T. Is there something wrong with her watching it?" "She was sining de most awful songs....Remy wonders what make you 'llow a five-year old to watch that......stuff,"he growls, holding out the cards, meancingly.
"I didn't figure she'd sing it! Beside I thought she'd left the room....will you please go now so I can return to fixing the Beach Boys cd?" Gambit sighs,"This time, but DON'T and Remy repeats DON'T let de unangelic one watch that channel again....." He flips the cards into the room, then closes the door and walks away. "Remy needs therapy now...."
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"Storm, what are we suppoused to do? We can't just tell Remy and Logan that as far as we know on Angel both parents are dead and Tara has only a brother, not the greatest one either......" "Rogue, we need time to think, but maybe we've overlooked something with Angel's parents,"Storm says, switching her attention to Jean,"Can you find anything?"
Jean shakes her head and rubs her arms. "Is it this safe to leave Logan and Remy alone for so long with those two?"her husband, Scott, questions beginning to walk again. Rogue sighs,"Scotty, they're fine....Swamp Rat and Wolvie can't have anymore trouble with them then with Bobby or Jubes....." There's silence as this sentence sinks in. "Rogue, is that a healthy theory? I mean think about how often Logan's threatened the two's life and his many "accidents" with Bobby?" "Um....maybe we should get back to searching for Angel and Tara's um.....relations....." The others quickly hurried off to search for anyone that could tell them something about their mysterious five-year olds...................