Hi there pplz! Did ya miss me? What? You didn't? Well I'm glad ta see you
too, ya meanies! Ok, question time!
Sue Penkivech: Ok, I am going to get this straight with you while I still have some control; Marie is not Rogue. Rogue belongs to Remy. TO REMY! YOU HEAR?!! Oh yeah, the main idea WAS to get the curiosity with the kid, so you were right. And this is not an evo fic, another reason why Marie couldn't possibly be rogue.
Silken Shadow: *calls* WAIT! YOU FORGOT TO TAKE LOGAN WITH YOU!! *Looks over at Logan* Uh . . . nice kitty? *Logan growls and takes out claws* um . . . uh . . . well would you look at the time! Got to go! My . . . 'fans' . . . wait . . . *walks away from growling Logan while constantly looking over shoulder*
Lupine Draconis: Whoa, man! You really need to lay off those caffeine drinks!! Lol!
Ice Lynx: MARIE IS NOT ROGUE!! She doesn't have the accent! Yeah, the accent!!! Besides, I made it apparent that Marie wasn't her real name. [I just like the name Marie] And also, in the evo series and the comics, it never calls her any thing more then Rogue, it was just the movie, which was very misleading. Ha, don't worry; I'm breaking down from lack of kurtyness and gambitness too, which is kinda sad, because it's my story!!
Oh and pplz, ~this means thought speech~ Only Human
Chapter 4
"Oh crap, I am so late!!" Marie sprinted down the hall way, dodging some other students. It had been three week since that faithful day, when she had met the nameless kid. Three weeks of constant coaxing, frustration and depression (on the boy's part) and the most annoying part was that she still hadn't gotten him to give her a name. No matter what she offered, all he did was mutter about the right time. But of course, something as small as a name couldn't stop Marie from spending time with the boy. If things got too complicated, then she would just name him herself.
Marie smiled, thinking about what his reaction would be like if she did, but then remembered again that she was very late for her daily appointment with the professor.
~never mind child, as long as you're sorry~ Marie's smile broadened as she reached the end of the hall way and opened the door, sliding inside. At least the professor was in a good mood.
"Now, today I think that we should try and coax him out side" Professor Xavier started as she sat down. "The fresh air will do him good, and I think that I am accurate when I say that his social life would be much better off."
"I'm fine thank you Professor, and yourself?" Marie clapped a hand over her mouth. She hadn't meant to say that out loud! The professor just did that to you. I mean, what was the point of thinking something when he would just hear it anyway?
"Indeed"
"Oh, I'm sorry professor"
"No, I am sorry, child. I fear that I am rather hasty today" Once again, Marie thanked God that the Professor was in a good mood.
"Now, go downstairs and find Hank, he has a special package for you"
"Um . . . professor? Before I go, where exactly am I taking him? The boy . . . I mean" The professor looked at her, smiling slightly. If she didn't know better, she could have called it a smirk.
"I would like to see if the boy can swim"
* * * * * * *
The boy was very angry. She was late. Again. The only thing that kept him alive in this god forsaken place was her, and what was even more annoying was the fact that he didn't know why. Something about her bubbly laugh and the way her hair bounced behind her when she entered a room . . . . No! Snap out of it! She is one of them. If it was under different circumstances though . . . his thoughts drifted.
Somehow, the short man knew. He could see it in the man's face whenever he came to collect the girl. This, above all else, annoyed the boy to no end. How did he know! The boy knew that the man wasn't telepathic, and the boy knew that it was impossible for anyone to read his face [six years on the streets does that to a boy] so how did the guy do it?! The door jolted open and the boy jumped, startled.
"Hi, sorry I'm late!" Marie strode in, clutching a water proof bag. The boy eyed it suspiciously. She pretended not to notice.
"The professor asked me to go down and collect these" she shook the bag "before I came up to you"
"What is in the bag?"
"Very well thank-you, and your self?" Hey, she couldn't resist! It had worked so well on the professor.
"You haven't answered me yet" Or not.
"Well, the professor said that we should go for a . . . 'dip' "
"A dip"
"Yeah"
"With water"
"Of course"
"And you think that I will play along because . . ."
"I'm going"
"And . . ." Oh dear, this wasn't going very well. It was time to bring out the big guns!
"Well, I'd much rather go to the pool then stay here with you" It was harsh, but this was a crises!
"Why should I care? It's all the same to me"
"Just think about the long, lonely hours you'd spend here, while I'm having water enhanced fun, splashing my way around a pool" This just had to work!
"Not interested" Oh crap! The professor wasn't going to like this! Wait a second . . . The professor!
"Now, now, I wouldn't want to have to drag the professor down here to help, now, would I?"
"I'm sure the professor wouldn't want to waste his time on me"
"You'd be surprised" There was no expression in the boys face, but Marie knew that she'd hit a nerve.
"You'll be there"
"Yep"
"And no one else will be at this pool?"
"Only Logan" Adult supervision, people!
"Well . . . I suppose, since I have nothing else to do . . ."
"Is that a yes?"
"Well, yes" Marie had to restrain herself from punching the air in triumph.
"Ok, you put these on" She reached into the bag and handed him a pair of board-shorts and a very big T-shirt "And I'll go and get changed in my room" He looked gingerly at the cameras and she laughed.
"Don't worry, I got them to turn the cameras off" He raised an eyebrow.
"Don't believe me? Here, we'll cover them" She grabbed the rug and ripped it into strips, tying them around the camera. She stepped back to admire her handy work.
"There. Now be ready in about five minutes, and I'll come and knock on the door like this" She demonstrated.
"Ok? Good. See ya in five minutes!" And with that she bounced down the hall.
The boy started to dress. Despite the warmth he still felt from her visit, he still couldn't shake the feeling that there was something terribly wrong with this innocent trip . . .
Sue Penkivech: Ok, I am going to get this straight with you while I still have some control; Marie is not Rogue. Rogue belongs to Remy. TO REMY! YOU HEAR?!! Oh yeah, the main idea WAS to get the curiosity with the kid, so you were right. And this is not an evo fic, another reason why Marie couldn't possibly be rogue.
Silken Shadow: *calls* WAIT! YOU FORGOT TO TAKE LOGAN WITH YOU!! *Looks over at Logan* Uh . . . nice kitty? *Logan growls and takes out claws* um . . . uh . . . well would you look at the time! Got to go! My . . . 'fans' . . . wait . . . *walks away from growling Logan while constantly looking over shoulder*
Lupine Draconis: Whoa, man! You really need to lay off those caffeine drinks!! Lol!
Ice Lynx: MARIE IS NOT ROGUE!! She doesn't have the accent! Yeah, the accent!!! Besides, I made it apparent that Marie wasn't her real name. [I just like the name Marie] And also, in the evo series and the comics, it never calls her any thing more then Rogue, it was just the movie, which was very misleading. Ha, don't worry; I'm breaking down from lack of kurtyness and gambitness too, which is kinda sad, because it's my story!!
Oh and pplz, ~this means thought speech~ Only Human
Chapter 4
"Oh crap, I am so late!!" Marie sprinted down the hall way, dodging some other students. It had been three week since that faithful day, when she had met the nameless kid. Three weeks of constant coaxing, frustration and depression (on the boy's part) and the most annoying part was that she still hadn't gotten him to give her a name. No matter what she offered, all he did was mutter about the right time. But of course, something as small as a name couldn't stop Marie from spending time with the boy. If things got too complicated, then she would just name him herself.
Marie smiled, thinking about what his reaction would be like if she did, but then remembered again that she was very late for her daily appointment with the professor.
~never mind child, as long as you're sorry~ Marie's smile broadened as she reached the end of the hall way and opened the door, sliding inside. At least the professor was in a good mood.
"Now, today I think that we should try and coax him out side" Professor Xavier started as she sat down. "The fresh air will do him good, and I think that I am accurate when I say that his social life would be much better off."
"I'm fine thank you Professor, and yourself?" Marie clapped a hand over her mouth. She hadn't meant to say that out loud! The professor just did that to you. I mean, what was the point of thinking something when he would just hear it anyway?
"Indeed"
"Oh, I'm sorry professor"
"No, I am sorry, child. I fear that I am rather hasty today" Once again, Marie thanked God that the Professor was in a good mood.
"Now, go downstairs and find Hank, he has a special package for you"
"Um . . . professor? Before I go, where exactly am I taking him? The boy . . . I mean" The professor looked at her, smiling slightly. If she didn't know better, she could have called it a smirk.
"I would like to see if the boy can swim"
* * * * * * *
The boy was very angry. She was late. Again. The only thing that kept him alive in this god forsaken place was her, and what was even more annoying was the fact that he didn't know why. Something about her bubbly laugh and the way her hair bounced behind her when she entered a room . . . . No! Snap out of it! She is one of them. If it was under different circumstances though . . . his thoughts drifted.
Somehow, the short man knew. He could see it in the man's face whenever he came to collect the girl. This, above all else, annoyed the boy to no end. How did he know! The boy knew that the man wasn't telepathic, and the boy knew that it was impossible for anyone to read his face [six years on the streets does that to a boy] so how did the guy do it?! The door jolted open and the boy jumped, startled.
"Hi, sorry I'm late!" Marie strode in, clutching a water proof bag. The boy eyed it suspiciously. She pretended not to notice.
"The professor asked me to go down and collect these" she shook the bag "before I came up to you"
"What is in the bag?"
"Very well thank-you, and your self?" Hey, she couldn't resist! It had worked so well on the professor.
"You haven't answered me yet" Or not.
"Well, the professor said that we should go for a . . . 'dip' "
"A dip"
"Yeah"
"With water"
"Of course"
"And you think that I will play along because . . ."
"I'm going"
"And . . ." Oh dear, this wasn't going very well. It was time to bring out the big guns!
"Well, I'd much rather go to the pool then stay here with you" It was harsh, but this was a crises!
"Why should I care? It's all the same to me"
"Just think about the long, lonely hours you'd spend here, while I'm having water enhanced fun, splashing my way around a pool" This just had to work!
"Not interested" Oh crap! The professor wasn't going to like this! Wait a second . . . The professor!
"Now, now, I wouldn't want to have to drag the professor down here to help, now, would I?"
"I'm sure the professor wouldn't want to waste his time on me"
"You'd be surprised" There was no expression in the boys face, but Marie knew that she'd hit a nerve.
"You'll be there"
"Yep"
"And no one else will be at this pool?"
"Only Logan" Adult supervision, people!
"Well . . . I suppose, since I have nothing else to do . . ."
"Is that a yes?"
"Well, yes" Marie had to restrain herself from punching the air in triumph.
"Ok, you put these on" She reached into the bag and handed him a pair of board-shorts and a very big T-shirt "And I'll go and get changed in my room" He looked gingerly at the cameras and she laughed.
"Don't worry, I got them to turn the cameras off" He raised an eyebrow.
"Don't believe me? Here, we'll cover them" She grabbed the rug and ripped it into strips, tying them around the camera. She stepped back to admire her handy work.
"There. Now be ready in about five minutes, and I'll come and knock on the door like this" She demonstrated.
"Ok? Good. See ya in five minutes!" And with that she bounced down the hall.
The boy started to dress. Despite the warmth he still felt from her visit, he still couldn't shake the feeling that there was something terribly wrong with this innocent trip . . .