Forgot to mention this before. House of the Rising Sun is a whore house in New Orleans. There is a song by the animals and a million others about it called House of the Rising Sun. Listen to it and think about Remy and Rogue's conversation. New chapter is starting.
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"Petite, how you get so many Cs?" Rogue studies the blue single sheet of paper she holds with Angel's grades on them; Remy stands at her side, reading as well. "Luck?" "What Remy means is how do you flunk English, Sugah?"Rogue questions, allowing Angel to lead them down a hall and toward some class room. "I dunno, Rogue! My grammar's not real good and I have spellin' issues..I'm passin' Spanish!" "But not English. Dat be your natural language,"Remy says, taking the paper and studying it. Angel shrugs. "Ask my teacher. Here's her class..." "Remy most certainly will!" Remy walks past her and into the room, getting into line with the other parents. Angel and Rogue get in line with him. "What did I say about third person, swamp rat? Let me handle this and you can give Angel a talk a little later, okay?" He glares at her a moment, then allows her to move in front of him to speak with Angel's teacher. Angel speaks first when they reach her teacher. "Hey, Mrs. Crawford...brought my guardians, Remy and Hannah LeBeau..." Rogue gives her a look. Hannah? Angel smiles and mouths. 'Rogue sounds funny.' "Ah, Mr. and Mrs. LeBeau, Angel's a charming student, but her English skills are quite lacking. Most students by my class use correct grammar while Angel seems to be struggling..." "Lacking? In what way?"Rogue questions, giving Remy a look as he starts to open his mouth. Mrs. Crawford removes a file from beside her. "Read this paper she wrote for an assignment. She writes well, except that she writes the way she speaks, incorrectly." "Oh, look, my friend Rebecca's here!" Angel moves to slip off, but stops instantly for some reason. Remy speaks,"Si je relâche votre main qu'il explosera. Pas le mouvement, Angel."(If I release your hand it will explode. Don't move, Angel.)
Rogue lifts her eyes from the paper at the realization of his words; the part of him lingering in her mind translated that statement. She watches Angel's face pale slightly, but she doesn't move. Her left hand is not visible, behind Remy's back. "I hope you're not threatening her with no CHARGE card, Remy,"she says, giving him a look before returning her attention to the teacher. "Of course, mon chere." "Is something wrong, Mrs. LeBeau?" "No, Remy's just threatening Angel with no um...tv...I can see where her problems are and we'll work on it. Anything else?" "Well, yes. The students are asked to write a paper about their family and Angel's was certainly unique..." "Um, Hannah, Remy's hurting my hand,"Angel mumbles, using the name she'd given her teacher,"Make him let go." "What makes you think it's unique?" Rogue glares at the two of them a moment, earning total silence and whisphers from other parents. Mrs. Crawford glances to Remy and Angel for a moment. "Well she spoke of several 'interesting' family members, including Uncle Logan and his death threats, two strangers named Bobby and Lee...several of her descriptions are disturbing. An aunt who reads minds, a werewolf, and a bald man who can control minds...I've been sending her to the counselor, but she swears it's all true. Maybe she should not watch so much tv...." "I don't watch that much! It's all true! Let go of me, Remy!" Rogue gives the teacher back the paper. "Remy and I have um....made sure Angel grew up with uh...an imagination, but she doesn't know when to stop. This is her dream family from when she was younger. We'll have a talk with her about it."Yo no lo quiero en este momento."(I don't like you right now.) The mumbled Spanish comes from Angel as Remy pushes her toward the door still holding her hand, but releasing the charge; the glow leaves her hand as they enter the hall. Rogue turns on him the instant he releases Angel's hand. "What did I say about charging, third person, and other languages?" "...." "Don' do it. Why can't you just obey one order?" "Now, Roguey..." "Don' 'now, roguey' me, Swamp Rat. Both of you go outside and wait while I see the rest of Angel's teachers....Angel, you're grounded for a month and Remy, you're sleeping alone tonight. "But, chere..." "Outside, now." Remy sighs as he makes his way outside. "This is your fault, petite." "Yeah, right, Mr. Don't-Move-or-your-hand-will-explode." "Don't backtalk me..." "I ain't backtalking, just statin' facts." "Zip it, mon angel." "Make me.." The door closes on their bickering and Rogue rubs her head. "What have I gotten into?"
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"Where's this band director guy? I want to have a talk with him....adatanium to face." Logan pushes open the door of the school and walks outside with Tara following. "You can't kill our band director, Logan! It's a required course!" "Yeah, well why couldn't you have a soft insturment like the flute?" "Too high pitch." "Oboe?" "Still high pitch." "Clarinet?" "Similar to a trumpet, more annoying, easier to be out of tune.....Here's the band hall. Mr. Lewis should be in here." Logan pulls the door open, allowing it to slam against the wall and startle several gathered students along with the director who hurries over. "Hello, Tara. Is this your father?" "Hardly." "Mr. Lewis, this is Logan, my guardian...I told you about him,"Tara says, somewhat resigned,"Talk to him while I go visit with some friends. See you, Logan." "Tara-" "Ah, Logan, Tara speaks highly of you. She's doing very well with her drums..." "Drums? What made you give that fourteen-year-old a drum and another a trumpet?" "Well, those were their best insturments and they chose them. Angel's improving as well..." Mr. Lewis smiles, glancing over toward Tara and a few other students. One of them is a guy who has his arm around Tara; too close for Logan's liking. "That wasn't my question. Why did they get insturments? Some people's SENSITIVE hearing gets affected....those two made my ears bleed."
"Quite sorry for the inconvenience, Logan. I guess all of our hearing can't be that good...if Angel would practice more she would be in tune and also have good sound. She's mastered the loud, but back to Tara. Her drum skills are amazing and I was wondering if someone else in her family played drums?" Logan shrugs. "Dunno. I've had her since she was five and ain't much known about the part of her family before that. There might have been and there might not have been...." "Right. She seems quite the shy one sometimes unless Angel or a few others are around and why doesn't like she care for big crowds?" Logan shrugs again, not wanting to explain the whole of "how" he got Tara. "Anything else you need to tell me?"he questions, noticing that Tara and whoever she'd been with were gone from the room,"The kid has other teachers to see." Mr. Lewis nods and looks around once. "Tara's doing fine. A bit more interaction with other students would help her, but I think she should come out of it on her own..." Hell of a lot he knows. Logan simply nods before taking off outside in search of Tara and her 'friend'. "Tara!" No answer comes back and he walks toward the front of the school, wanting to kill her for leaving or whoever she'd left with. If it was that boy he'd kill him.
"Somet'in wrong, mon ami?" The Cajun accent tells him exactly who'd spoken and he turns in the direction of the voice. Gambit leans against the side of the school closest to the door, balancing a cigarette in one hand while taking random drags off of it. Angel sits against the building beside him with her knees drawn up, playing with flame from his lighter which she holds; Tara sits in front of her, facing her. "You and Mr. Lewis have a nice chat, Logan?"she questions, blowing out the flame from the lighter. "don't." "Where the hell did you disappear to?" "Came to see Angel and Gumbo...you look pissed." Logan glowers at Gambit, then takes the cigarette from him, stomping it out. "Why are you two out here to begin with? Weren't you suppoused to be with Rogue?" Angel holds the lighter up to Gambit who pockets it before replying. "Roguey said to wait outside 'cause we fought too much,"she drawls, sounding much too like Rogue for her own good. There's a hint of Gambit in the way she says the X-woman's name. Tara tries not to laugh. "Don't you always?" "Shut up, Tara.." "Sure thing, Angel. You're not the angelic one out of us..." "Shut up, Tara." "Why?" " 'cause!" " 'Cause why?"Tara mimicks her accent with a smirk. Angel shakes her head. "Why'd you have to be a comedian? You passin'?" "Yep. You?" "Flunkin' English. Roguey grounded me for a month...sucks alot..." "Sucks."
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"Petite, how you get so many Cs?" Rogue studies the blue single sheet of paper she holds with Angel's grades on them; Remy stands at her side, reading as well. "Luck?" "What Remy means is how do you flunk English, Sugah?"Rogue questions, allowing Angel to lead them down a hall and toward some class room. "I dunno, Rogue! My grammar's not real good and I have spellin' issues..I'm passin' Spanish!" "But not English. Dat be your natural language,"Remy says, taking the paper and studying it. Angel shrugs. "Ask my teacher. Here's her class..." "Remy most certainly will!" Remy walks past her and into the room, getting into line with the other parents. Angel and Rogue get in line with him. "What did I say about third person, swamp rat? Let me handle this and you can give Angel a talk a little later, okay?" He glares at her a moment, then allows her to move in front of him to speak with Angel's teacher. Angel speaks first when they reach her teacher. "Hey, Mrs. Crawford...brought my guardians, Remy and Hannah LeBeau..." Rogue gives her a look. Hannah? Angel smiles and mouths. 'Rogue sounds funny.' "Ah, Mr. and Mrs. LeBeau, Angel's a charming student, but her English skills are quite lacking. Most students by my class use correct grammar while Angel seems to be struggling..." "Lacking? In what way?"Rogue questions, giving Remy a look as he starts to open his mouth. Mrs. Crawford removes a file from beside her. "Read this paper she wrote for an assignment. She writes well, except that she writes the way she speaks, incorrectly." "Oh, look, my friend Rebecca's here!" Angel moves to slip off, but stops instantly for some reason. Remy speaks,"Si je relâche votre main qu'il explosera. Pas le mouvement, Angel."(If I release your hand it will explode. Don't move, Angel.)
Rogue lifts her eyes from the paper at the realization of his words; the part of him lingering in her mind translated that statement. She watches Angel's face pale slightly, but she doesn't move. Her left hand is not visible, behind Remy's back. "I hope you're not threatening her with no CHARGE card, Remy,"she says, giving him a look before returning her attention to the teacher. "Of course, mon chere." "Is something wrong, Mrs. LeBeau?" "No, Remy's just threatening Angel with no um...tv...I can see where her problems are and we'll work on it. Anything else?" "Well, yes. The students are asked to write a paper about their family and Angel's was certainly unique..." "Um, Hannah, Remy's hurting my hand,"Angel mumbles, using the name she'd given her teacher,"Make him let go." "What makes you think it's unique?" Rogue glares at the two of them a moment, earning total silence and whisphers from other parents. Mrs. Crawford glances to Remy and Angel for a moment. "Well she spoke of several 'interesting' family members, including Uncle Logan and his death threats, two strangers named Bobby and Lee...several of her descriptions are disturbing. An aunt who reads minds, a werewolf, and a bald man who can control minds...I've been sending her to the counselor, but she swears it's all true. Maybe she should not watch so much tv...." "I don't watch that much! It's all true! Let go of me, Remy!" Rogue gives the teacher back the paper. "Remy and I have um....made sure Angel grew up with uh...an imagination, but she doesn't know when to stop. This is her dream family from when she was younger. We'll have a talk with her about it."Yo no lo quiero en este momento."(I don't like you right now.) The mumbled Spanish comes from Angel as Remy pushes her toward the door still holding her hand, but releasing the charge; the glow leaves her hand as they enter the hall. Rogue turns on him the instant he releases Angel's hand. "What did I say about charging, third person, and other languages?" "...." "Don' do it. Why can't you just obey one order?" "Now, Roguey..." "Don' 'now, roguey' me, Swamp Rat. Both of you go outside and wait while I see the rest of Angel's teachers....Angel, you're grounded for a month and Remy, you're sleeping alone tonight. "But, chere..." "Outside, now." Remy sighs as he makes his way outside. "This is your fault, petite." "Yeah, right, Mr. Don't-Move-or-your-hand-will-explode." "Don't backtalk me..." "I ain't backtalking, just statin' facts." "Zip it, mon angel." "Make me.." The door closes on their bickering and Rogue rubs her head. "What have I gotten into?"
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"Where's this band director guy? I want to have a talk with him....adatanium to face." Logan pushes open the door of the school and walks outside with Tara following. "You can't kill our band director, Logan! It's a required course!" "Yeah, well why couldn't you have a soft insturment like the flute?" "Too high pitch." "Oboe?" "Still high pitch." "Clarinet?" "Similar to a trumpet, more annoying, easier to be out of tune.....Here's the band hall. Mr. Lewis should be in here." Logan pulls the door open, allowing it to slam against the wall and startle several gathered students along with the director who hurries over. "Hello, Tara. Is this your father?" "Hardly." "Mr. Lewis, this is Logan, my guardian...I told you about him,"Tara says, somewhat resigned,"Talk to him while I go visit with some friends. See you, Logan." "Tara-" "Ah, Logan, Tara speaks highly of you. She's doing very well with her drums..." "Drums? What made you give that fourteen-year-old a drum and another a trumpet?" "Well, those were their best insturments and they chose them. Angel's improving as well..." Mr. Lewis smiles, glancing over toward Tara and a few other students. One of them is a guy who has his arm around Tara; too close for Logan's liking. "That wasn't my question. Why did they get insturments? Some people's SENSITIVE hearing gets affected....those two made my ears bleed."
"Quite sorry for the inconvenience, Logan. I guess all of our hearing can't be that good...if Angel would practice more she would be in tune and also have good sound. She's mastered the loud, but back to Tara. Her drum skills are amazing and I was wondering if someone else in her family played drums?" Logan shrugs. "Dunno. I've had her since she was five and ain't much known about the part of her family before that. There might have been and there might not have been...." "Right. She seems quite the shy one sometimes unless Angel or a few others are around and why doesn't like she care for big crowds?" Logan shrugs again, not wanting to explain the whole of "how" he got Tara. "Anything else you need to tell me?"he questions, noticing that Tara and whoever she'd been with were gone from the room,"The kid has other teachers to see." Mr. Lewis nods and looks around once. "Tara's doing fine. A bit more interaction with other students would help her, but I think she should come out of it on her own..." Hell of a lot he knows. Logan simply nods before taking off outside in search of Tara and her 'friend'. "Tara!" No answer comes back and he walks toward the front of the school, wanting to kill her for leaving or whoever she'd left with. If it was that boy he'd kill him.
"Somet'in wrong, mon ami?" The Cajun accent tells him exactly who'd spoken and he turns in the direction of the voice. Gambit leans against the side of the school closest to the door, balancing a cigarette in one hand while taking random drags off of it. Angel sits against the building beside him with her knees drawn up, playing with flame from his lighter which she holds; Tara sits in front of her, facing her. "You and Mr. Lewis have a nice chat, Logan?"she questions, blowing out the flame from the lighter. "don't." "Where the hell did you disappear to?" "Came to see Angel and Gumbo...you look pissed." Logan glowers at Gambit, then takes the cigarette from him, stomping it out. "Why are you two out here to begin with? Weren't you suppoused to be with Rogue?" Angel holds the lighter up to Gambit who pockets it before replying. "Roguey said to wait outside 'cause we fought too much,"she drawls, sounding much too like Rogue for her own good. There's a hint of Gambit in the way she says the X-woman's name. Tara tries not to laugh. "Don't you always?" "Shut up, Tara.." "Sure thing, Angel. You're not the angelic one out of us..." "Shut up, Tara." "Why?" " 'cause!" " 'Cause why?"Tara mimicks her accent with a smirk. Angel shakes her head. "Why'd you have to be a comedian? You passin'?" "Yep. You?" "Flunkin' English. Roguey grounded me for a month...sucks alot..." "Sucks."