"Wolfs not eat you?" Scott glowers at the two children, but his expression changes to confusion as he takes in the red wig perched on top one of their heads. For a moment he can't figure out which is which. The two are dressed identical in jeans and red shirts with a stick figure on the front. "No wolves didn't eat me. You won't be so lucky, you little demons!" He lunges forward. "AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"both scream and jump up, running toward the door,"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" "You won't get away so easily!"Scott yells chasing the children down the hall as the two continue screaming. A few moments later first one crack, then many appear in the red quartz sunglasses covering his eyes; he shuts them quickly after a blast hits the wall to one of the rooms. "What the hell are you doing?"Logan demands appearing in front of him obviously since in the next moment he was pinned against the wall, eyes still tightly closed. Scott pushes aside the urge to open his eyes and blast him. "Those demons hung me upside down in a tree and left me to be eaten by WOLVES!!!!"he shrieks, almost hysterical as he breaks away and runs blindly away. Unfortunately,(xRDx:or is it fortunately?*polls audience*) there's a wall there and Scott slams into it, knocking himself out.
Logan stares at the two children standing before him. Tara plays with the ends of the red wig on her head and Angel scoffs her sock feet against the floor. "Come in here. Both of you,"he commands, noticing the latter trying to sneak away as he removes the wig from Tara's head,"I want some answers." "We in trouble...." Logan points toward the rec room. "IN." "Yes, Mister Logan..."the two chorus as they shuffle their way into the room and over to the couch where Gambit and Bobby are playing some video game. What about one eye?he wonders, then simply drops a pillow on his head before going back into the room. The young culprits are settling down at the seat in front of the window, staring out. "Take that you cajun scum bucket!"Bobby crows moving along with the player on tv. This comes to an aburpt stop as Gambit throws a charged card at him. The younger mutant runs from the room, terrified, pulling the controller and game system behind him.
"Wow!" Angel and Tara clap at the disply then sober under Logan's glare. Gambit walks over. "What did they do now, mon ami?"he questions looking down on the two children; both look ready to cry. Logan scratches his head. "That's the thing...I can't figure out if I should reward or punish them. They hung ole one eye up in a tree and tried to get wolves to eat him..." "Really?" He looks down at the two for confirmant. The five-year-olds nod to show it's true. "Remy say reward de chil'ren for it, but not too much...no sugar products,"he adds as an after thought smiling down at the children before him. All signs of their tears were gone replaced by happy smiles. Logan shrugs. "As an after thought. DON'T do it again. The Mrs.s might not like it too much if you two fed him to wolves deal?" Tara looks up at him, innocently. "Wolfs was goin' to come...wolfs leave people 'lone if they gots meat." "Really?" The older mutants gazes flicker to the hall door. "We don't know...kinda sounds fun, though...."
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"Ow...ow....ow." The repeated oath draws attention from the remaining mansion inhabitants. Bobby, Jubilee, Hank, Logan, Remy, and a sulky Scott have soon gathered in the gym where Angel is busily "twirling" the cajun's staff; Tara watches from her place on the sidelines, cutting out of some book. "Five candy bars says she breaks something,"Bobby says holding out a handful of money. Hank holds out a handful of very smashed twinkies. "These say she breaks one of her bones." Jubilee shakes her head and holds out a handful of peanuts. "My nuts say she breaks a bone on someone else." Gambit scratches his head. "Remy L'espérer aucun des choix cités." (Remy hope it none of the above.) "Wonder if we have any popcorn...."Logan muses, walking out of the gym as the other simply watch. "Ow...ow...ow...oops." "Petite, what did you do?"Gambit demands, noticing her empty hands and the fact that he hadn't heard his staff hit yet. Angel shrugs and plays with the ends of her hair as she looks around. Tara speaks up. "Mr. Mean dude found the stick."
Seven pairs of eyes turn to look toward Scott. The children had never called anyone else mean, except "kitty". Scott lays on the floor, unconscience. The bo staff lays beside him, motionless. Jubilee walks over and pokes him. "I win...it's all mine." Bobby and Hank sigh miserably as they hand over their stashes and slink out of the room, dejectedly. Logan returns with a bag of popcorn, but stops taking in the sight before him. Tara is still cutting out of her book, Scott is unconscience, and Gambit's trying to teach Angel something. All that gets accomplished is the staff slams into a window and shatters the glass. "Um....oops?" "That's enough bo staff training for you.."he announces, removing the staff and retracting it before putting it up. Logan shakes his head and goes over to check on Tara. She'd been much too quiet for a five-year-old. "What are you doing, kid?"he questions looking down at the book she was cutting out of it. The bag of popcorn falls from his hand and into hers as he gapes at the book she holds. Not that book. Anything but that book.... What is left of his and Ororo's sex position book is barely readable. "God, I have to buy another copy...."
Tara eats some of the popcorn. "Another copy of what?"she questions, her mouth half-full of popcorn. Logan scowls and takes the remainder of the book from her. This does little good except give her the idea to cut up the popcorn bag instead of the book. Angel smiles and runs over, helping herself to some of the popcorn in the bag. "Bet you can't guess what I know,"she sing songs running circles around Logan. After a few moments Tara joins in. Popcorn bag and scissors still in hand. "You have a death wish?"Logan guesses as he takes the scissors from Tara,"Don't run with those." The two shake their heads and begin to sing. "I know a song that gets on everybody's nerves, everybody's nerves, everybody's nerves, and this is how it goes. I know a song that gets on..................."
Two and a half hours later..
"...and this is how it goes. I know song that gets on everybody's nerves, everybody's nerves, everybody's nerves, and this is how it goes. I know a song that gets." The X-women return to the mansion to find everyone walking around with ear muffs over their ears except for Angel and Tara who are still singing. Rogue removes Gambit's. "We need to have a meeting....now...it's about those two....get them something to shut them up and report to the briefing room..." "Yes, mon chere and I'll even bring you a snack too....." *SMACK*
Logan stares at the two children standing before him. Tara plays with the ends of the red wig on her head and Angel scoffs her sock feet against the floor. "Come in here. Both of you,"he commands, noticing the latter trying to sneak away as he removes the wig from Tara's head,"I want some answers." "We in trouble...." Logan points toward the rec room. "IN." "Yes, Mister Logan..."the two chorus as they shuffle their way into the room and over to the couch where Gambit and Bobby are playing some video game. What about one eye?he wonders, then simply drops a pillow on his head before going back into the room. The young culprits are settling down at the seat in front of the window, staring out. "Take that you cajun scum bucket!"Bobby crows moving along with the player on tv. This comes to an aburpt stop as Gambit throws a charged card at him. The younger mutant runs from the room, terrified, pulling the controller and game system behind him.
"Wow!" Angel and Tara clap at the disply then sober under Logan's glare. Gambit walks over. "What did they do now, mon ami?"he questions looking down on the two children; both look ready to cry. Logan scratches his head. "That's the thing...I can't figure out if I should reward or punish them. They hung ole one eye up in a tree and tried to get wolves to eat him..." "Really?" He looks down at the two for confirmant. The five-year-olds nod to show it's true. "Remy say reward de chil'ren for it, but not too much...no sugar products,"he adds as an after thought smiling down at the children before him. All signs of their tears were gone replaced by happy smiles. Logan shrugs. "As an after thought. DON'T do it again. The Mrs.s might not like it too much if you two fed him to wolves deal?" Tara looks up at him, innocently. "Wolfs was goin' to come...wolfs leave people 'lone if they gots meat." "Really?" The older mutants gazes flicker to the hall door. "We don't know...kinda sounds fun, though...."
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"Ow...ow....ow." The repeated oath draws attention from the remaining mansion inhabitants. Bobby, Jubilee, Hank, Logan, Remy, and a sulky Scott have soon gathered in the gym where Angel is busily "twirling" the cajun's staff; Tara watches from her place on the sidelines, cutting out of some book. "Five candy bars says she breaks something,"Bobby says holding out a handful of money. Hank holds out a handful of very smashed twinkies. "These say she breaks one of her bones." Jubilee shakes her head and holds out a handful of peanuts. "My nuts say she breaks a bone on someone else." Gambit scratches his head. "Remy L'espérer aucun des choix cités." (Remy hope it none of the above.) "Wonder if we have any popcorn...."Logan muses, walking out of the gym as the other simply watch. "Ow...ow...ow...oops." "Petite, what did you do?"Gambit demands, noticing her empty hands and the fact that he hadn't heard his staff hit yet. Angel shrugs and plays with the ends of her hair as she looks around. Tara speaks up. "Mr. Mean dude found the stick."
Seven pairs of eyes turn to look toward Scott. The children had never called anyone else mean, except "kitty". Scott lays on the floor, unconscience. The bo staff lays beside him, motionless. Jubilee walks over and pokes him. "I win...it's all mine." Bobby and Hank sigh miserably as they hand over their stashes and slink out of the room, dejectedly. Logan returns with a bag of popcorn, but stops taking in the sight before him. Tara is still cutting out of her book, Scott is unconscience, and Gambit's trying to teach Angel something. All that gets accomplished is the staff slams into a window and shatters the glass. "Um....oops?" "That's enough bo staff training for you.."he announces, removing the staff and retracting it before putting it up. Logan shakes his head and goes over to check on Tara. She'd been much too quiet for a five-year-old. "What are you doing, kid?"he questions looking down at the book she was cutting out of it. The bag of popcorn falls from his hand and into hers as he gapes at the book she holds. Not that book. Anything but that book.... What is left of his and Ororo's sex position book is barely readable. "God, I have to buy another copy...."
Tara eats some of the popcorn. "Another copy of what?"she questions, her mouth half-full of popcorn. Logan scowls and takes the remainder of the book from her. This does little good except give her the idea to cut up the popcorn bag instead of the book. Angel smiles and runs over, helping herself to some of the popcorn in the bag. "Bet you can't guess what I know,"she sing songs running circles around Logan. After a few moments Tara joins in. Popcorn bag and scissors still in hand. "You have a death wish?"Logan guesses as he takes the scissors from Tara,"Don't run with those." The two shake their heads and begin to sing. "I know a song that gets on everybody's nerves, everybody's nerves, everybody's nerves, and this is how it goes. I know a song that gets on..................."
Two and a half hours later..
"...and this is how it goes. I know song that gets on everybody's nerves, everybody's nerves, everybody's nerves, and this is how it goes. I know a song that gets." The X-women return to the mansion to find everyone walking around with ear muffs over their ears except for Angel and Tara who are still singing. Rogue removes Gambit's. "We need to have a meeting....now...it's about those two....get them something to shut them up and report to the briefing room..." "Yes, mon chere and I'll even bring you a snack too....." *SMACK*