Logan stares out across the the front part of the institute. He chewed on the cigar in his mouth without ever really lighting it. "Um, Logan, where's Rogue at?"Tara questions, coming up behind him and standing there as if waiting for something; she leans slightly against the window frame beside him. He shrugs. "I think she went out." "Ororo?" "With her." "Um...Jean?" He thinks a moment, then shrugs. "No clue. Probaly her house with David." She bites her lip for a moment, staring down. "Where's Jubilee?" "Probaly at hers and Bobby's apartment.....or maybe working. You need something?" Tara crosses her arms and shakes her head. "Not from you....when will one of them be back?" "No clue, Tara. Do you need something?"he questions, looking her over; she shakes her head. "Dammnit..uh, no." She turns and starts to walk away, but Logan notices the smell of blood on her. He stops her by catching her arm. "Are you bleeding? Did you hurt yourself? Did someone else hurt you?" On the last question he releases her arm. *SHINKT* "Logan, no ones hurt me but you could say I'm bleeding...." She shifts her weight to her other foot, uncomfortablly. He studies her. "Where are you bleeding? Maybe Hank can help." "No!" Logan raises one eybrow at this outburst. "No?" "I mean, I need a woman's help not Hank's....it's um..kind of personal, Logan." "What could be so personal that you can't even tell me about it, kid?" Tara stares at her feet, scuffing the toe of her Trainers against the floor.
"I got my period, okay?" Logan looks confused, then scratches his head. "What's bad about getting a period? The little things are used to show where one sentence ends and another begins, right...." "No, no, no, Logan. Not that kind of period. My period....someone has to have explained this to you or SOMETHING?!" He shakes his head. "You're getting confusing, Tara. Stop hollering and explain...." Tara buries her face in her hands and sighs. "Sit, Logan. I have alot to explain to you..." Logan sits down on the couch, propping his feet on the table; Tara stares at him, exsparagated. "People of the female sex have what is called a period. Males can't have one. A period is..............."
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(Note: this event takes place a little after Tara explains periods to Logan....yes, this is the period most of you are thinking about)
"Angel Elizabeth Blade, Remy say you better have a damn good reason for missing de training session!" Gambit slams the bedroom door open so hard it slams into the wall with a crash. He almost chokes when he realizes the scene before him. Angel's stuff sits propped at the edge of her bed along with several other articles from the whole "school scene" that didn't seem to belong to her. "Wow, that's really neat,"Angel's voice says even though the view of her is covered by the teenage boy standing in front of her, shirtless. "Angel!" She looks around the boy for a moment, then quickly scrambles up off her knees with a guilty face. "Uh..hi, Remy?" "Petite, explain to Remy why you were on your knees and who de hell is dat?" Gambit removes a card and charges it, holding it up for their inspection. "Here's your shirt, Ryan,"Angel mumbles, giving the boy a black shirt that had been laying on the bed,"Ryan, this is my guardian, Remy Lebeau. Remy, this is Ryan." Ryan holds out his hand, but Gambit simply throws the charged card at him, making it explode on the floor not far from the boy. "Explain, mon ange. Remy hopes it has nothing to do with sucking..." "What?!" Both teenagers stare at him, confused.
He throws another charged card at Ryan before Angel moves to stand directly in front of him. "Remy, stop. I was just looking at Ryan's tattoo." "Remy t'inks Ryan should go. Remy t'inks Angel needs to have a talk." "Angel thinks Remy's off his rocker,"the sullen fourteen-year old replies with a glare of her own,"Bye, Ry. See you at school." "See ya, Angel. Um...bye, Remy?" Ryan gathers his bag and stuff before hurrying out of the room with a brief smile to them both. Gambit points the fading charged card at her. "Don't move, petite." Angel scowls and flops backwards onto her bed, staring at the ceiling. "I ain't your damn petite, Remy LePew!"(it should be LePew like the stupid skunk from cartoons..she's mocking him and if you don't who Peppy LePew is(bad spelling) you're strange) He ignores her and exits the room, making his way down the hall and into the living room. Logan was sitting on the couch watching Tara pace. "I knew there was something I missed out on in Health class...." "Tara, Remy say upstairs to your room now. You and de unangelic one need a talk..." Tara pauses in mid-step as he speaks, then looks at Logan. "If I scream come and get me, okay?" Logan smirks. "Sure, kid." "Thank you." She turns and runs up the stairs, stopping outside hers and Angel's closed, probaly locked bedroom door. "Angel?" "Go away!"comes the muffled reply. Gambit tries the knob. "Open this door, Angel!" "No!" "Geez, how tragic,"Tara mumbles as he kneels to pick the lock. She watches with something like a smirk until the lock clicks and he pushes the door open. Angel's voice greets them from her laid out position on her bed. "Figures. Never lock a door on Remy when he's pissed."
Gambit points to Tara's bed. "Sit, petite." Tara ignores him and settle herself on the side of Angel's bed; her head rests against the headboard. "What'd you do now, Angel?" Angel shrugs as Gambit walks out of the room only to return moments later with a white dry erase board and about five diffrent colored markers. He removes the white covering from the top of the board to reveal the words-SEX EDUCATION WITH GAMBIT. "Oh gawd no." "Rems, we take a health class at school,"Tara points out as she reads the words. He waves her statement away. "Remy knew dat one day de petites would need dis course. First Rule: Don't Swallow." He writes the rule on the board as he finished it. Tara falls off the bed laughing at him while Angel simply stares at him, repeating "oh my gawd". "Second Rule: Avoid Anal Sex. It hurts." "Ow...I just have to know, Rems, how would you know this?"Tara questions, rubbing her head where she'd hit it against the dresser during her laughing fit. Gambit's head snaps up from writing in red. "Unimportant!" "Rogue, Storm, Remy's trying to give us a sex talk!" The screamed statement comes from Angel who still has her face buried against the pillow to avoid looking at their 'instructor'. "Rogue!" "Wait, this is amusing, Angel." "None of that, petite. Rule Three: Avoid Animals..."
"Don't even go there, Swamp Rat." Rogue leans her full weight against the door and glares at him. "What did they do to deserve one of your sex talks?" "Angel was on her knees with some Ryan boy!" "It wasn't like that and you know it, Remy LePew,"Angel scowls, getting up from her bed,"I was lookin' at his tattoo, Rogue. It's really neat and it's right here." She places her hand against the center of her stomache before crossing them once more over her chest. "The tension heats up..." All three look at Tara who from somewhere has produced a video camera and is taping the ordeal. Rogue stares at her. "Tara, I think Wolvie needs your help." "X-Mansion. Helping Logan. Five A.M. Tape Six..." The short fourteen-year-old takes off, almost hopping, out the door. "Swamp Rat, go to your room and you can have a suprise..." "Oh, Remy like the handcuffs." "Out." "Oh, gawd. TMI(too much information)."
"I got my period, okay?" Logan looks confused, then scratches his head. "What's bad about getting a period? The little things are used to show where one sentence ends and another begins, right...." "No, no, no, Logan. Not that kind of period. My period....someone has to have explained this to you or SOMETHING?!" He shakes his head. "You're getting confusing, Tara. Stop hollering and explain...." Tara buries her face in her hands and sighs. "Sit, Logan. I have alot to explain to you..." Logan sits down on the couch, propping his feet on the table; Tara stares at him, exsparagated. "People of the female sex have what is called a period. Males can't have one. A period is..............."
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(Note: this event takes place a little after Tara explains periods to Logan....yes, this is the period most of you are thinking about)
"Angel Elizabeth Blade, Remy say you better have a damn good reason for missing de training session!" Gambit slams the bedroom door open so hard it slams into the wall with a crash. He almost chokes when he realizes the scene before him. Angel's stuff sits propped at the edge of her bed along with several other articles from the whole "school scene" that didn't seem to belong to her. "Wow, that's really neat,"Angel's voice says even though the view of her is covered by the teenage boy standing in front of her, shirtless. "Angel!" She looks around the boy for a moment, then quickly scrambles up off her knees with a guilty face. "Uh..hi, Remy?" "Petite, explain to Remy why you were on your knees and who de hell is dat?" Gambit removes a card and charges it, holding it up for their inspection. "Here's your shirt, Ryan,"Angel mumbles, giving the boy a black shirt that had been laying on the bed,"Ryan, this is my guardian, Remy Lebeau. Remy, this is Ryan." Ryan holds out his hand, but Gambit simply throws the charged card at him, making it explode on the floor not far from the boy. "Explain, mon ange. Remy hopes it has nothing to do with sucking..." "What?!" Both teenagers stare at him, confused.
He throws another charged card at Ryan before Angel moves to stand directly in front of him. "Remy, stop. I was just looking at Ryan's tattoo." "Remy t'inks Ryan should go. Remy t'inks Angel needs to have a talk." "Angel thinks Remy's off his rocker,"the sullen fourteen-year old replies with a glare of her own,"Bye, Ry. See you at school." "See ya, Angel. Um...bye, Remy?" Ryan gathers his bag and stuff before hurrying out of the room with a brief smile to them both. Gambit points the fading charged card at her. "Don't move, petite." Angel scowls and flops backwards onto her bed, staring at the ceiling. "I ain't your damn petite, Remy LePew!"(it should be LePew like the stupid skunk from cartoons..she's mocking him and if you don't who Peppy LePew is(bad spelling) you're strange) He ignores her and exits the room, making his way down the hall and into the living room. Logan was sitting on the couch watching Tara pace. "I knew there was something I missed out on in Health class...." "Tara, Remy say upstairs to your room now. You and de unangelic one need a talk..." Tara pauses in mid-step as he speaks, then looks at Logan. "If I scream come and get me, okay?" Logan smirks. "Sure, kid." "Thank you." She turns and runs up the stairs, stopping outside hers and Angel's closed, probaly locked bedroom door. "Angel?" "Go away!"comes the muffled reply. Gambit tries the knob. "Open this door, Angel!" "No!" "Geez, how tragic,"Tara mumbles as he kneels to pick the lock. She watches with something like a smirk until the lock clicks and he pushes the door open. Angel's voice greets them from her laid out position on her bed. "Figures. Never lock a door on Remy when he's pissed."
Gambit points to Tara's bed. "Sit, petite." Tara ignores him and settle herself on the side of Angel's bed; her head rests against the headboard. "What'd you do now, Angel?" Angel shrugs as Gambit walks out of the room only to return moments later with a white dry erase board and about five diffrent colored markers. He removes the white covering from the top of the board to reveal the words-SEX EDUCATION WITH GAMBIT. "Oh gawd no." "Rems, we take a health class at school,"Tara points out as she reads the words. He waves her statement away. "Remy knew dat one day de petites would need dis course. First Rule: Don't Swallow." He writes the rule on the board as he finished it. Tara falls off the bed laughing at him while Angel simply stares at him, repeating "oh my gawd". "Second Rule: Avoid Anal Sex. It hurts." "Ow...I just have to know, Rems, how would you know this?"Tara questions, rubbing her head where she'd hit it against the dresser during her laughing fit. Gambit's head snaps up from writing in red. "Unimportant!" "Rogue, Storm, Remy's trying to give us a sex talk!" The screamed statement comes from Angel who still has her face buried against the pillow to avoid looking at their 'instructor'. "Rogue!" "Wait, this is amusing, Angel." "None of that, petite. Rule Three: Avoid Animals..."
"Don't even go there, Swamp Rat." Rogue leans her full weight against the door and glares at him. "What did they do to deserve one of your sex talks?" "Angel was on her knees with some Ryan boy!" "It wasn't like that and you know it, Remy LePew,"Angel scowls, getting up from her bed,"I was lookin' at his tattoo, Rogue. It's really neat and it's right here." She places her hand against the center of her stomache before crossing them once more over her chest. "The tension heats up..." All three look at Tara who from somewhere has produced a video camera and is taping the ordeal. Rogue stares at her. "Tara, I think Wolvie needs your help." "X-Mansion. Helping Logan. Five A.M. Tape Six..." The short fourteen-year-old takes off, almost hopping, out the door. "Swamp Rat, go to your room and you can have a suprise..." "Oh, Remy like the handcuffs." "Out." "Oh, gawd. TMI(too much information)."