"Angel! Tara! Get up!" Gambit wakes up to the sound of shouting not far from his room and his empty bed. Rogue must be the one yelling as no one else yelled with a southern twang to their voice, except maybe himself a little. There's silence for a few moments barred only by the pounding of Rogue's fist against what is most likely the teenagers' bedroom door. "You have five minutes before I get Logan up here,"she threatens, banging once more as Gambit stumbles his way into the hall. He yawns and stares at his wife. "Roguey, mon chere, what are you hollering about at dis early time? Remy feel much better if chere would shut her big mouth..." "Get your kid up and you can sleep all you want or did Remy forget that it was his day to wake up those two rocks?"Rogue demands, glowering at him as he stops beside the door. She hopeless. "It simple, chere. Bring Remy two cups of water." Gambit kneels and begins work on the lock as she exits; he'd picked it countless times before. Footsteps behind him draw his attention as the lock clicks out of place. "There's easier ways to break into that room, Remy,"Tara announces from behind him, her voice muffled as if full of something. Gambit turns around and glares at her. "What are you doing, petite?"he demands, taking in the clothes she was dressed in and the bowl of cereal she was eating.
Tara looks down. "It's Thursday. Thursday's a school day so I'm eating breakfast...or is that not allowed anymore?" "Where's Angel?" "Control room irritating Storm...she keeps alternating between asking questions and eating cereal. Do you need something from our room?" He scowls,"Non, not anymore. You say she's in the control room? What's dat?" "The room where you control the Danger Room. Logan has a session and Angel stopped by to irritate Storm for lack of anything better to do...." Rogue returns at that moment. "Hello, Tara. Is Angel up, too?" She shrugs and eats another spoonful of cereal. Gambit glowers at her. "Don't you and de Angel have a bus to catch?" "Remy, it's 7:08...the bus doesn't come until 7:30...We got ten minutes,"the fourteen-year-old replies as she makes her way back toward the stairs, then down them. "Remy be banging on this door for nothing?" Rogue smirks,"Gosh, what a shame." "Remy going back to bed...and Remy not like de petites right now..."
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"If you press this button what happens?" Storm sighs as Angel points to some button with her dripping spoon. Milk drips off and hits the floor. "The session would end if you press that. Please watch where you put your spoon, Angel..." She shrugs and takes another bite from the cereal before pointing at another button. "Wassat do?" Her words are garbled because of the amount of unchewed and chewed cereal in her mouth. Storm ignores her. "So you're not going to tell me what it does?"she looks up at her, waiting. "Then I have to find out on my own." Angel puts the empty except for milk bowl down and stands, pressing the button she'd asked about. "Angel!" "Mon mauvais."(My bad) She gathers her bowl back up and hurries out, barely glancing at the window to see what she'd done. Storm hurriedly presses the button again, stopping the destruction of the simulation. Logan's voice comes over the intercom from the danger room below. "Don't press that button, Ororo. Ever again...You just dropped the illusions of the simulations and made them real!" "Sorry..."
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"Angel, come on. It's time to catch the bus!" Tara drops her empty bowl in the sink and gathers her stuff, waiting for her friend. After a few moments Angel appears in the kitchen and dumps her own bowl in the sink. "Sorry, I was helping Storm in the danger room,"she replies, gathering up her books and bag,"I pressed a button." "Which one, Angel? Were you helping or 'helping'?" Angel scratches her head as they walk outside. "There's a diffrence?" "With you? Yeah.....a big one." "Explain." Tara sighs as the two head out the door, walking toward where the bus would pick them up. "Helping means you're doing something good, but 'helping' means you think you were doing good, but really...you're causing more problems." "Okay, it's the second one. Cause Storm yelled in that funny pitched voice 'Angel!'." "And what did you do, Angel?" She shrugs. "Mon mauvais....I left afterwards." "Stop picking up Remy's french. You know no one else speaks it, but Rogue. You don't even know what it means usually...." "It means my bad cause Remy tells Rogue that every time she gets mad about something...just spend some time with them and you'll see."
Tara smiles. "That would be torture, spending time with them unless forced. Logan's still trying to destroy my drums. How will he react when you get your trumpet?" "You tell me, mini-mime,"comes the reply after a few moments. "Not sure I can pull this off..." Tara drops her stuff on the ground and begins an imitation of Logan, complete with swear words and ear covering motions. "What the hell is that noise? My damn ears are bleeding! Someone make that damn noise stop!" After a few moments of this and laughter the two return to being somewhat normal until a huge blonde, looming shape catches their attention. Tara scratches her head. o_0 "Didn't we used to have a kitty, Angel? Looked kind of like that...." Angel turns and stares in the direction she pointed, then nods. "Yeah, kitty lied. Want to go play with him?" "We have a bus to catch, Angel..." She pouts,"Just a few moments? Kitty probaly missed us." "Fine. Not long since we have a little bit of time before school....and no jokes, okay?" Angel salutes. "yes, ma'am, sergant." Tara rolls her eyes but follows her friend over to the blonde form leaning against a tree. "Hi, Kitty!"
Sabertooth turns and stares at the two girls before him. Less then identical smiles adorned their faces and they both held books in their arms. There was no mistaking them or who they had been. "No, not you two. Anything but that....anything but you two, not you two." "Angel doesn't think Kitty's very happy to see us..." Sabertooth shakes his head, then turns and runs. "The horror, the horror, the horror!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" Tara scratches her head again. "Guess that means no..." "Probaly so."
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Kitty's back! Reivew or no more story. Just kidding'.
Tara looks down. "It's Thursday. Thursday's a school day so I'm eating breakfast...or is that not allowed anymore?" "Where's Angel?" "Control room irritating Storm...she keeps alternating between asking questions and eating cereal. Do you need something from our room?" He scowls,"Non, not anymore. You say she's in the control room? What's dat?" "The room where you control the Danger Room. Logan has a session and Angel stopped by to irritate Storm for lack of anything better to do...." Rogue returns at that moment. "Hello, Tara. Is Angel up, too?" She shrugs and eats another spoonful of cereal. Gambit glowers at her. "Don't you and de Angel have a bus to catch?" "Remy, it's 7:08...the bus doesn't come until 7:30...We got ten minutes,"the fourteen-year-old replies as she makes her way back toward the stairs, then down them. "Remy be banging on this door for nothing?" Rogue smirks,"Gosh, what a shame." "Remy going back to bed...and Remy not like de petites right now..."
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"If you press this button what happens?" Storm sighs as Angel points to some button with her dripping spoon. Milk drips off and hits the floor. "The session would end if you press that. Please watch where you put your spoon, Angel..." She shrugs and takes another bite from the cereal before pointing at another button. "Wassat do?" Her words are garbled because of the amount of unchewed and chewed cereal in her mouth. Storm ignores her. "So you're not going to tell me what it does?"she looks up at her, waiting. "Then I have to find out on my own." Angel puts the empty except for milk bowl down and stands, pressing the button she'd asked about. "Angel!" "Mon mauvais."(My bad) She gathers her bowl back up and hurries out, barely glancing at the window to see what she'd done. Storm hurriedly presses the button again, stopping the destruction of the simulation. Logan's voice comes over the intercom from the danger room below. "Don't press that button, Ororo. Ever again...You just dropped the illusions of the simulations and made them real!" "Sorry..."
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"Angel, come on. It's time to catch the bus!" Tara drops her empty bowl in the sink and gathers her stuff, waiting for her friend. After a few moments Angel appears in the kitchen and dumps her own bowl in the sink. "Sorry, I was helping Storm in the danger room,"she replies, gathering up her books and bag,"I pressed a button." "Which one, Angel? Were you helping or 'helping'?" Angel scratches her head as they walk outside. "There's a diffrence?" "With you? Yeah.....a big one." "Explain." Tara sighs as the two head out the door, walking toward where the bus would pick them up. "Helping means you're doing something good, but 'helping' means you think you were doing good, but really...you're causing more problems." "Okay, it's the second one. Cause Storm yelled in that funny pitched voice 'Angel!'." "And what did you do, Angel?" She shrugs. "Mon mauvais....I left afterwards." "Stop picking up Remy's french. You know no one else speaks it, but Rogue. You don't even know what it means usually...." "It means my bad cause Remy tells Rogue that every time she gets mad about something...just spend some time with them and you'll see."
Tara smiles. "That would be torture, spending time with them unless forced. Logan's still trying to destroy my drums. How will he react when you get your trumpet?" "You tell me, mini-mime,"comes the reply after a few moments. "Not sure I can pull this off..." Tara drops her stuff on the ground and begins an imitation of Logan, complete with swear words and ear covering motions. "What the hell is that noise? My damn ears are bleeding! Someone make that damn noise stop!" After a few moments of this and laughter the two return to being somewhat normal until a huge blonde, looming shape catches their attention. Tara scratches her head. o_0 "Didn't we used to have a kitty, Angel? Looked kind of like that...." Angel turns and stares in the direction she pointed, then nods. "Yeah, kitty lied. Want to go play with him?" "We have a bus to catch, Angel..." She pouts,"Just a few moments? Kitty probaly missed us." "Fine. Not long since we have a little bit of time before school....and no jokes, okay?" Angel salutes. "yes, ma'am, sergant." Tara rolls her eyes but follows her friend over to the blonde form leaning against a tree. "Hi, Kitty!"
Sabertooth turns and stares at the two girls before him. Less then identical smiles adorned their faces and they both held books in their arms. There was no mistaking them or who they had been. "No, not you two. Anything but that....anything but you two, not you two." "Angel doesn't think Kitty's very happy to see us..." Sabertooth shakes his head, then turns and runs. "The horror, the horror, the horror!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" Tara scratches her head again. "Guess that means no..." "Probaly so."
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Kitty's back! Reivew or no more story. Just kidding'.