"What the hell is that noise?"Logan demands the second he enters the doors of the x-mansion. Storm, Gambit, Scott, and Jean sit in the kitchen drinking coffee and playing some game across the table with ear muffs over their ears. He walks over and removes the cajun's. "What the hell is that noise?" "Dat would be de petite's new drum,"comes the reply as the ear muffs are replaced. Logan scuffs. "What idiot would give a fourteen-year old a drum?" ~That would be her band director, Logan.~Jean tells him, telepathically as she moves a letter onto the board. He replies on his way out. ~I'll kill the guy.~ He walks on into the rec room, closer to the sound of the banging that was beginning to annoy him. A green-streaked dark brown head can be seen over the back of the couch along with what appear to be drumsticks in the light colored hands. "Tara, knock it off!" This has no affect as she continues to bang on the drums. "TARA!!" One fingal clang of something later she looks up at him. "You need something, Logan?" "Yeah...stop playing that damn thing. How was school?"he questions, sitting down in the chair opposite her as she stares at the drumsticks in her hands. Tara shrugs. "It was fine..." "Anything happen?" She shrugs and concentrates on the books scattered around her.
Tara remains silent for a few moments and gives Logan time to study her. Alot had changed since she and Angel had moved completly in with them. Her hair was excatly the same except a little longer and slightly neater and her eyes were still murky hazel colored, but usually had an evil glint in them. She was dressed in black pants, black shirt, and a long-sleeved red sheer shirt that showed off far more then he would have wanted her wearing to school. "Some girl got sent home for not following the school dress code. Angel would like her....I kind of did." "Uh-huh. Detention over yet?"he questions, watching as she gathers up her stuff and stands. She shakes her head. "No, I'm not done yet. One more day...I'm going to go upstairs and do my homework before dinner." Logan knew it was a lie, Tara did too. She wouldn't do homework and chances were she wouldn't be in her room either. He watches her leave, then releases his blades and moves to the vacated drum. "DON'T TOUCH MY DRUMS, LOGAN! THEY COST $3,000!" Logan inserts his blades again and glares at the door she'd vanished out of. "FUCK!"
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"It...ain't...fair..Rogue...I...ain't...five...any more." Each of the words is puncuated by a kick or punch to the bag in the gym. Rogue sighs as Angel's fist slams into the bag again with more force. "Angel, you have to understand Remy's got commitment issues." The fourteen-year old smirks, catching the bag before it can move again; she removes the gloves from her hands. "That ain't commitment issues, that's obssession,"she answers, letting her hair down for a moment before pulling it back into a ponytail so that the black streaks shining throughout the dark brown can be seen,"Rogue, he walked me to class, kissed my forehead, and told me to 'stay away from boys, they're bad luck'." Rogue scratches her head. "You got me there, sugar. I'll talk with him later, okay?" Angel shrugs,"Whatever." She walks over to the bench nearby and picks up a few items resting there. Rogue studies the girl before her, critically. Her hair was still dark brown but with streaks of black and held away from her dark green eyes. Her current clothes were tight jeans, a long-sleeved red shirt with a black tank top over top of that and no shoes at the moment. Angel could now stand eye-level with her without the aid of a table or some other surface.
"Why don't you go wash up before dinner, Angel?"she questions, moving over to the younger girl and putting one covered arm around her shoulders. "Sure. Tell Remy I'll be there in a little while..." "Angel.." "Just tell him, Rogue." She turns and walks away before another protest can be formed. Great, now Rogue's going to spend all night after dinner lecturing Remy. Angel sighs, not wanting to listen to them fight again. She walks out the door and swings her backpack onto her shoulder A smile comes to her face as she sees Bobby leaning against a pillar, staring blankly out across the grass; she hurries over and stops beside him. "Hi, Bobby." "Hello, Angel,"he answers, absently. Angel smiles and bats her eyelashes. "Will you do something fo---" "No, absolutely not! Last time I did you a favor Gambit broke my hand!" "Oh, come on, Bobby...It's really a little favor. Promise to do it." "Tell me what 'a little favor' is first." "Just help me sneak out today,"Angel tells him, putting on her most charming smile; a pick-up from Remy. Bobby snorts. "Not on your life, kid. Go get ready for dinner..." "But, Bobby.." "No buts....go inside for dinner. I have to get back before Jubilee worries." Angel rolls her eyes. "Angel really don't like you right now." "The same to you, sweetie...."
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"Where is she? A little while ago was over half an hour ago!" Gambit looks around the dining room, looking for his ward. Rogue pats his head, reassuringly. She'd picked the gesture up sometime during their second year of marriage. "Relax, sugar, watch your blood pressure." Tara speaks without looking up from the video game she holds against the table. "Relax, Gumbo. This is Angel we're talking about, not Mary Poppins." "But Remy 'pacifically(yes, this should be spelled wrong) told her to be on time for dinner!" "Jeez, didn't know you missed me so much when I was gone,"Angel drawls as she walks into the room and over to Gambit. He looks up as if waiting for an answer, but she simply kisses him on the cheek. "Sorry to worry you, Remy." She sinks down into her seat across from Tara and beside Storm.
"Angel, Remy, no fighting at the table. Dinner's starting..."Jean announces, coming in and beginning to set down the food. For a few moments after food was passed around there's silence except for Logan's slurping and chomping. Scott breaks it. "Do you two have homework tonight?" Two shrugs. Gambit rolls his eyes once, then returns to his food. The "happy couple" had moved out six and a half years earlier, but still spent more time at the mansion then their own hell hole of a house. "Angel, Tara, you got homework?"Rogue questions, looking up from her food and giving the two a look. Two replys of,"yes" this time. "Why don't I get homework?"David Summers, six, questions looking up at his aunts. Jean sighs,"Honey, you're not old enough." "And you're dumb,too,"Tara mumbles, lifting her fork without turning her attention from the game in front of her. Most dinners were spent with her head buried in the game. "Ow!" Her yelp is followed by a clatter as her fork drops to the table along with the food that had been on it. She glares at Logan. "Don't elbow me." "Watch what you say and finish eating,"Logan replies as he stands, taking his plate into the kitchen. Tara mimicks him behind his back before returning to her food.
"Mommy, when will I be old enough to get homework?" David stops eating and looks at his mother. Jean starts to speak, but Xavier's entrance stops her. "My X-Men we have a mission. Report to the War Room now!" The words are spoken like Captain Kirk from Star Trek. Silence for a moment, then the X-Men stand. Angel scowls,"When are we going to be allowed to go on missions instead of just baby-sitting the demon spawn?" Gambit looks down at her, then smiles as he pats her head. "When you're older.." "We get any older we're going to be adults." "Aunt Angel, what's a dolt?"David asks as he looks up from his almost empty plate, most of which is over his face. Angel sighs and wipes his face. "You, you're a dolt." Tara begins to laugh before returning to her video games. "I heard that! Don't call my son a dolt!" "Like father, like son!"
Tara remains silent for a few moments and gives Logan time to study her. Alot had changed since she and Angel had moved completly in with them. Her hair was excatly the same except a little longer and slightly neater and her eyes were still murky hazel colored, but usually had an evil glint in them. She was dressed in black pants, black shirt, and a long-sleeved red sheer shirt that showed off far more then he would have wanted her wearing to school. "Some girl got sent home for not following the school dress code. Angel would like her....I kind of did." "Uh-huh. Detention over yet?"he questions, watching as she gathers up her stuff and stands. She shakes her head. "No, I'm not done yet. One more day...I'm going to go upstairs and do my homework before dinner." Logan knew it was a lie, Tara did too. She wouldn't do homework and chances were she wouldn't be in her room either. He watches her leave, then releases his blades and moves to the vacated drum. "DON'T TOUCH MY DRUMS, LOGAN! THEY COST $3,000!" Logan inserts his blades again and glares at the door she'd vanished out of. "FUCK!"
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"It...ain't...fair..Rogue...I...ain't...five...any more." Each of the words is puncuated by a kick or punch to the bag in the gym. Rogue sighs as Angel's fist slams into the bag again with more force. "Angel, you have to understand Remy's got commitment issues." The fourteen-year old smirks, catching the bag before it can move again; she removes the gloves from her hands. "That ain't commitment issues, that's obssession,"she answers, letting her hair down for a moment before pulling it back into a ponytail so that the black streaks shining throughout the dark brown can be seen,"Rogue, he walked me to class, kissed my forehead, and told me to 'stay away from boys, they're bad luck'." Rogue scratches her head. "You got me there, sugar. I'll talk with him later, okay?" Angel shrugs,"Whatever." She walks over to the bench nearby and picks up a few items resting there. Rogue studies the girl before her, critically. Her hair was still dark brown but with streaks of black and held away from her dark green eyes. Her current clothes were tight jeans, a long-sleeved red shirt with a black tank top over top of that and no shoes at the moment. Angel could now stand eye-level with her without the aid of a table or some other surface.
"Why don't you go wash up before dinner, Angel?"she questions, moving over to the younger girl and putting one covered arm around her shoulders. "Sure. Tell Remy I'll be there in a little while..." "Angel.." "Just tell him, Rogue." She turns and walks away before another protest can be formed. Great, now Rogue's going to spend all night after dinner lecturing Remy. Angel sighs, not wanting to listen to them fight again. She walks out the door and swings her backpack onto her shoulder A smile comes to her face as she sees Bobby leaning against a pillar, staring blankly out across the grass; she hurries over and stops beside him. "Hi, Bobby." "Hello, Angel,"he answers, absently. Angel smiles and bats her eyelashes. "Will you do something fo---" "No, absolutely not! Last time I did you a favor Gambit broke my hand!" "Oh, come on, Bobby...It's really a little favor. Promise to do it." "Tell me what 'a little favor' is first." "Just help me sneak out today,"Angel tells him, putting on her most charming smile; a pick-up from Remy. Bobby snorts. "Not on your life, kid. Go get ready for dinner..." "But, Bobby.." "No buts....go inside for dinner. I have to get back before Jubilee worries." Angel rolls her eyes. "Angel really don't like you right now." "The same to you, sweetie...."
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"Where is she? A little while ago was over half an hour ago!" Gambit looks around the dining room, looking for his ward. Rogue pats his head, reassuringly. She'd picked the gesture up sometime during their second year of marriage. "Relax, sugar, watch your blood pressure." Tara speaks without looking up from the video game she holds against the table. "Relax, Gumbo. This is Angel we're talking about, not Mary Poppins." "But Remy 'pacifically(yes, this should be spelled wrong) told her to be on time for dinner!" "Jeez, didn't know you missed me so much when I was gone,"Angel drawls as she walks into the room and over to Gambit. He looks up as if waiting for an answer, but she simply kisses him on the cheek. "Sorry to worry you, Remy." She sinks down into her seat across from Tara and beside Storm.
"Angel, Remy, no fighting at the table. Dinner's starting..."Jean announces, coming in and beginning to set down the food. For a few moments after food was passed around there's silence except for Logan's slurping and chomping. Scott breaks it. "Do you two have homework tonight?" Two shrugs. Gambit rolls his eyes once, then returns to his food. The "happy couple" had moved out six and a half years earlier, but still spent more time at the mansion then their own hell hole of a house. "Angel, Tara, you got homework?"Rogue questions, looking up from her food and giving the two a look. Two replys of,"yes" this time. "Why don't I get homework?"David Summers, six, questions looking up at his aunts. Jean sighs,"Honey, you're not old enough." "And you're dumb,too,"Tara mumbles, lifting her fork without turning her attention from the game in front of her. Most dinners were spent with her head buried in the game. "Ow!" Her yelp is followed by a clatter as her fork drops to the table along with the food that had been on it. She glares at Logan. "Don't elbow me." "Watch what you say and finish eating,"Logan replies as he stands, taking his plate into the kitchen. Tara mimicks him behind his back before returning to her food.
"Mommy, when will I be old enough to get homework?" David stops eating and looks at his mother. Jean starts to speak, but Xavier's entrance stops her. "My X-Men we have a mission. Report to the War Room now!" The words are spoken like Captain Kirk from Star Trek. Silence for a moment, then the X-Men stand. Angel scowls,"When are we going to be allowed to go on missions instead of just baby-sitting the demon spawn?" Gambit looks down at her, then smiles as he pats her head. "When you're older.." "We get any older we're going to be adults." "Aunt Angel, what's a dolt?"David asks as he looks up from his almost empty plate, most of which is over his face. Angel sighs and wipes his face. "You, you're a dolt." Tara begins to laugh before returning to her video games. "I heard that! Don't call my son a dolt!" "Like father, like son!"