DISCLAIMER: Nope, I keep trying, but it just seems like I don't have
enough money to buy X-men or any of its Marvel components. Oh, well. I
still have my OC.
Sphinx489~ Notta lotta ta saya. R&R!
~"Don't walk in front of me, I may not follow. Don't walk behind me, I may not lead. Just walk beside me and be my friend." ~Albert Camus
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I wake up to find myself leaning on Remy's shoulder with his arm enveloping me. We're covered with a light blanket. In front of and facing us is Ms. Munroe, flipping through a TIME magazine.
"You've awakened. We should be landing soon - we've been in flight for about an hour."
"Où. where. are we going again?"
"Westchester, New York." The jet jolts, making me bounce once where I sit. Remy grunts awake, peering down at me as he starts to sit up. Leaving his arm around me, he smiles charmingly. A small shiver dances spiritedly up my spine.
"Uh, what was that?"
"We've stopped, ma copine," he answers, squeezing my shoulders. I can sense a slow blush crawling across my face again and I'm grateful when he seems not to notice. "De Blackbird's got a VTOL system - dat's what de bump was." Ahh. understanding dawns. Not quite, but, hey, at least I don't feel too stupid. Yet.
Professor Xavier presses a button and the exit ramp painstakingly lowers. We walk down it, with me consciously aware of Remy pacing behind me the whole way. At the base, a woman with strikingly bright red hair, appearing to be a teacher, stands next to a shorter, ebony haired girl. The girl shifts from foot to foot in impatience.
"This is Dr. Jean Grey, another instructor here," Storm states. I'm guessing they call them 'instructors' here to sound more formal. Never trust formality. "And this is Monet St. Croix, also called M, a fellow student. She'll be joining you and Gambit in your room to assist in getting settled before you go shopping."
"Nice to meet you," Monet thrust out her hand. Yeah, way too formal. I suppose I'll have to help change that. Still, when in Rome. At least for now.
"Shall we?" Remy touches my forearm, urging me silently to follow him down a metal corridor. I comply. Monet gives me a small smirk. We enter an elevator and no more than ten seconds pass before the doors slide open again, revealing vast mahogany and cherry halls.
"Whoa." I step out ahead of them and turn 360 degrees to gain the full aspect of my surroundings. To the left, I can see the main entrance of the mansion and to the right, huge glass doors leading out into the brilliant beauty of an early sunrise. Along the walls are about a dozen doors and a small, well lit sitting area strategically placed in front of me, tall wooden pillars separating it from the rest of the wide expanse of a hallway. The tall, ornate windows allowed plenty of light to splash along the reflecting tile floor through their see-through maroon curtains.
"Pretty cool, huh?" M asks, grabbing my arm to knock me out of a stupor. We rush to catch up with Remy, who is already several yards away, heading to the foyer's grand staircase. He glances back to grin and roll his eyes at our girlish behavior, shaking his head.
"What?!"
Sprinting up the steps, M turns toward the hallway to the right - east, I guess by the position of the rising sun through the glass of the front entrance.
"I'll be back in a minute, guys," she calls, walking backwards in the opposite direction we're heading. "I just need to get my debit card before we go shopping."
"Debit card?" I ask, dumbfounded. Why would a teenager have a debit card? "Why's she going that way?"
"Remember - de prof said you'd be in de mens' hall. De west wing. 'N don' worry, your debit's waitin' for you on your desk, probably. We all get one - money comes outta school funds 'nd Xavier's pocket."
"Really." I reply, mischievously running plans through my head as I rub my palms together. It appears there's no budget on this trip. Suddenly, I think of something slightly humorous and, like a teenager (which I am), say it. "Wait a minute, the professor said I'd be staying in the boys' hallway." He turns around and gives me a teasingly offended glare, raising an exploring eyebrow at me in the process. I grin, barely containing a childish giggle. The rest of the walk down to the end was spent in silence.
"Here we are."
I twist the key in the lock and push open the immense door. I step inside, opening it just enough so he can enter, too. In the center of the room, positioned against the wall, is a king-sized bed. A dresser with a mirror is across from it and against the wall closest to us is a desk. At the far end of the room I can see the opening to either a closet or a bathroom behind a billowy white curtain, also concealing a patio door leading to a balcony. I squeal with delight upon the discovery of a 35" TV and a computer. Oh, yeah. And the debit card.
Flopping onto the bare mattress, I roll onto my stomach and pat the empty space beside me. "So, what's my 'codename' gonna be?" I ask, wasting time while waiting for Monet to return.
"Don' know. It's your choice."
"Hmm. maybe something French." I lick my upper lip in concentration. Remy is staring intensely at me. "Something to do with water."
"Eau?"
"Ugh! That sounds so ridiculous. How about Verseau?"
"Excuse-moi for noticing," he says as he seats himself on the edge of the bed, tucking his trench coat around him, hiding a tiny glimpse of black leather underneath, "but you aren't exactly a male - or a constellation for dat matter. Why don' you just be Cancer while you're at it?"
"Well, sorry," I reply sarcastically. "Do you have any better ideas?" I roll over onto my back again, looking up at him from this perspective, finding the view just as enjoyable.
"All right. What d'ya think of Sirène? You do kinda look like a mermaid wit' dat blond 'n brown streaked hair." I twist a lock to examine it.
"Sirène. I like it."
"Sirène it is, den." He leans closer to me, imploring for a kiss, it seems. A dreamy expression washes over his face. I part my lips ever so slightly, half closing my eyes. Then.
Monet bursts into the room. He blinks twice, jolting us both out of the trance as he shakes his head, abruptly returning to an upright position. It feels like I'm coming up from the depths of a dark, but pleasant abyss. Everything is muffled and happening faster than my mind can react. I drop my chin to my chest and quickly sit up as well. She hasn't noticed.
"Let's go!" Seizing my hand, she pulls me off the bed and proceeds to drag me across the carpet before I can even stand, in an attempt to get me out to door faster. "The stores are waiting!" I groan. It's not like I hate to shop. it's just that I don't like spending hours and hours looking at or for one thing and, according to Monet's excitement over the simple concept, that's exactly what we'd end up doing. "I convinced Warren to give us a ride," she says as we bounce down the stairs. "Oh, yeah. Remy, Jean said to go to her office - something about math homework?" The handsome Cajun blushes and swiftly retreats into the shadows behind us. I'm sorry to hear he won't be joining us. I might have tried on some cute and really tight leather clothes.
"Who's Warren?"
"That would be me." I jump, startled as a tan, blond man with glorious white-feathered wings rounds the corner ahead of us. "Enchantèe."
"Enchantè, aussi," I reply, pleased with his attention to detail, accepting the offered hand. "Chantal LaJolie." I can feel Monet's eyes burning holes in the back of my head as she watches the interaction. Someone's a little jealous, perhaps?
"Warren Worthington. Senior. You?"
"Junior."
"Can we get going now?" M's shrill voice whines. "We've only got one day to buy all her things, Archangel." Laying a heavy emphasis on his name, she gestures rudely at me, simultaneously staring pointedly into the oceanic blue eyes of the winged teenager as he lifts his lips from the back of my hand and depresses a tiny button on the side of his watch. The air shimmers around him like a heat wave before resettling as it had been. It takes me a second to notice that his extra appendages are no longer present.
"What. Where." I stutter.
"Holographic projection. Protects us 'dredges' of society from the rest of the barbarians. They're still there, you just can't see them."
Monet steps around me and protectively slides her arm through Warren's, leaving me behind to follow in their stead as we stride to a shiny silver corvette, obviously brand new. I don't think they're boyfriend-girlfriend by the way he glances back approvingly at me as he unlocks the doors with the press of a button.
"Fasten your seatbelts, ladies, and get ready for a ride."
Sphinx489~ Notta lotta ta saya. R&R!
~"Don't walk in front of me, I may not follow. Don't walk behind me, I may not lead. Just walk beside me and be my friend." ~Albert Camus
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I wake up to find myself leaning on Remy's shoulder with his arm enveloping me. We're covered with a light blanket. In front of and facing us is Ms. Munroe, flipping through a TIME magazine.
"You've awakened. We should be landing soon - we've been in flight for about an hour."
"Où. where. are we going again?"
"Westchester, New York." The jet jolts, making me bounce once where I sit. Remy grunts awake, peering down at me as he starts to sit up. Leaving his arm around me, he smiles charmingly. A small shiver dances spiritedly up my spine.
"Uh, what was that?"
"We've stopped, ma copine," he answers, squeezing my shoulders. I can sense a slow blush crawling across my face again and I'm grateful when he seems not to notice. "De Blackbird's got a VTOL system - dat's what de bump was." Ahh. understanding dawns. Not quite, but, hey, at least I don't feel too stupid. Yet.
Professor Xavier presses a button and the exit ramp painstakingly lowers. We walk down it, with me consciously aware of Remy pacing behind me the whole way. At the base, a woman with strikingly bright red hair, appearing to be a teacher, stands next to a shorter, ebony haired girl. The girl shifts from foot to foot in impatience.
"This is Dr. Jean Grey, another instructor here," Storm states. I'm guessing they call them 'instructors' here to sound more formal. Never trust formality. "And this is Monet St. Croix, also called M, a fellow student. She'll be joining you and Gambit in your room to assist in getting settled before you go shopping."
"Nice to meet you," Monet thrust out her hand. Yeah, way too formal. I suppose I'll have to help change that. Still, when in Rome. At least for now.
"Shall we?" Remy touches my forearm, urging me silently to follow him down a metal corridor. I comply. Monet gives me a small smirk. We enter an elevator and no more than ten seconds pass before the doors slide open again, revealing vast mahogany and cherry halls.
"Whoa." I step out ahead of them and turn 360 degrees to gain the full aspect of my surroundings. To the left, I can see the main entrance of the mansion and to the right, huge glass doors leading out into the brilliant beauty of an early sunrise. Along the walls are about a dozen doors and a small, well lit sitting area strategically placed in front of me, tall wooden pillars separating it from the rest of the wide expanse of a hallway. The tall, ornate windows allowed plenty of light to splash along the reflecting tile floor through their see-through maroon curtains.
"Pretty cool, huh?" M asks, grabbing my arm to knock me out of a stupor. We rush to catch up with Remy, who is already several yards away, heading to the foyer's grand staircase. He glances back to grin and roll his eyes at our girlish behavior, shaking his head.
"What?!"
Sprinting up the steps, M turns toward the hallway to the right - east, I guess by the position of the rising sun through the glass of the front entrance.
"I'll be back in a minute, guys," she calls, walking backwards in the opposite direction we're heading. "I just need to get my debit card before we go shopping."
"Debit card?" I ask, dumbfounded. Why would a teenager have a debit card? "Why's she going that way?"
"Remember - de prof said you'd be in de mens' hall. De west wing. 'N don' worry, your debit's waitin' for you on your desk, probably. We all get one - money comes outta school funds 'nd Xavier's pocket."
"Really." I reply, mischievously running plans through my head as I rub my palms together. It appears there's no budget on this trip. Suddenly, I think of something slightly humorous and, like a teenager (which I am), say it. "Wait a minute, the professor said I'd be staying in the boys' hallway." He turns around and gives me a teasingly offended glare, raising an exploring eyebrow at me in the process. I grin, barely containing a childish giggle. The rest of the walk down to the end was spent in silence.
"Here we are."
I twist the key in the lock and push open the immense door. I step inside, opening it just enough so he can enter, too. In the center of the room, positioned against the wall, is a king-sized bed. A dresser with a mirror is across from it and against the wall closest to us is a desk. At the far end of the room I can see the opening to either a closet or a bathroom behind a billowy white curtain, also concealing a patio door leading to a balcony. I squeal with delight upon the discovery of a 35" TV and a computer. Oh, yeah. And the debit card.
Flopping onto the bare mattress, I roll onto my stomach and pat the empty space beside me. "So, what's my 'codename' gonna be?" I ask, wasting time while waiting for Monet to return.
"Don' know. It's your choice."
"Hmm. maybe something French." I lick my upper lip in concentration. Remy is staring intensely at me. "Something to do with water."
"Eau?"
"Ugh! That sounds so ridiculous. How about Verseau?"
"Excuse-moi for noticing," he says as he seats himself on the edge of the bed, tucking his trench coat around him, hiding a tiny glimpse of black leather underneath, "but you aren't exactly a male - or a constellation for dat matter. Why don' you just be Cancer while you're at it?"
"Well, sorry," I reply sarcastically. "Do you have any better ideas?" I roll over onto my back again, looking up at him from this perspective, finding the view just as enjoyable.
"All right. What d'ya think of Sirène? You do kinda look like a mermaid wit' dat blond 'n brown streaked hair." I twist a lock to examine it.
"Sirène. I like it."
"Sirène it is, den." He leans closer to me, imploring for a kiss, it seems. A dreamy expression washes over his face. I part my lips ever so slightly, half closing my eyes. Then.
Monet bursts into the room. He blinks twice, jolting us both out of the trance as he shakes his head, abruptly returning to an upright position. It feels like I'm coming up from the depths of a dark, but pleasant abyss. Everything is muffled and happening faster than my mind can react. I drop my chin to my chest and quickly sit up as well. She hasn't noticed.
"Let's go!" Seizing my hand, she pulls me off the bed and proceeds to drag me across the carpet before I can even stand, in an attempt to get me out to door faster. "The stores are waiting!" I groan. It's not like I hate to shop. it's just that I don't like spending hours and hours looking at or for one thing and, according to Monet's excitement over the simple concept, that's exactly what we'd end up doing. "I convinced Warren to give us a ride," she says as we bounce down the stairs. "Oh, yeah. Remy, Jean said to go to her office - something about math homework?" The handsome Cajun blushes and swiftly retreats into the shadows behind us. I'm sorry to hear he won't be joining us. I might have tried on some cute and really tight leather clothes.
"Who's Warren?"
"That would be me." I jump, startled as a tan, blond man with glorious white-feathered wings rounds the corner ahead of us. "Enchantèe."
"Enchantè, aussi," I reply, pleased with his attention to detail, accepting the offered hand. "Chantal LaJolie." I can feel Monet's eyes burning holes in the back of my head as she watches the interaction. Someone's a little jealous, perhaps?
"Warren Worthington. Senior. You?"
"Junior."
"Can we get going now?" M's shrill voice whines. "We've only got one day to buy all her things, Archangel." Laying a heavy emphasis on his name, she gestures rudely at me, simultaneously staring pointedly into the oceanic blue eyes of the winged teenager as he lifts his lips from the back of my hand and depresses a tiny button on the side of his watch. The air shimmers around him like a heat wave before resettling as it had been. It takes me a second to notice that his extra appendages are no longer present.
"What. Where." I stutter.
"Holographic projection. Protects us 'dredges' of society from the rest of the barbarians. They're still there, you just can't see them."
Monet steps around me and protectively slides her arm through Warren's, leaving me behind to follow in their stead as we stride to a shiny silver corvette, obviously brand new. I don't think they're boyfriend-girlfriend by the way he glances back approvingly at me as he unlocks the doors with the press of a button.
"Fasten your seatbelts, ladies, and get ready for a ride."