"M-I-DOUBLE S-I-DOUBLE S-I-P-P-I. MISSISSIPPI! M-I-DOUBLE S-I-DOUBLE S-I-P-P-I. MISSISSIPPI! M-I-DOUBLE S-I-DOUBLE S-I-P-P-I. MISSISSIPPI!" Logan rubs his head and glares the ceiling. "Tara, stop singing that and get down off the ceiling,"he growls, glowering up at the recently turned fifteen-year-old who dangles from the ceiling with a smile. "Why, Logie? It's kind of fun hangin' off the ceiling, rapping out a tune for my hommies, bein' all I can be." "Stop watching the Air Force commercials, kid. Get off the ceiling." Logan jumps up, trying to yank her off the ceiling which results in nothing except the shattering of a vase as his foot hits it. "Be all that you can be...at the Army reserve. M-I-DOUBLE S-I-DOUBLE S-I-P-P-I. MISSISSIPPI!" In the next moment he has climbed onto the back of the couch only to find that Tara has crawled to the other side of the room and is still singing; the couch falls over under his weight and lands pinning him slightly. "TARA!" "Um...M-I...how do you spell Mississippi?"Tara questions, somehow managing to hand down and stare at him with her hazel colored eyes,"You okay, Logan?" A low growl is her response just as the conversation from the front hall and the stairs draws their attention.
"That's not the title of the book, Johnny. And no it has nothing to do with fire." Angel's voice carries along with the sound of Gambit's exsparagated, accent. "Petite, hang up the damn phone. It be five in de morning! John, hang up de phone if you want to live!"he yells, obviously on the second exstension since Angel had been on the first one since they got home over an hour ago. "Don't threaten my friends, Remy Lebeau! I like Johnny and he likes me!" "Petite, dis de last time Remy's going to say dis. HANG UP DE ACURSED PHONE!" "Yeah! That's the title! Killing Mr. Griffin! Wow, you're smart!" Tara grimaces as a yelp of pain and the sound of phone slamming down come from the front hall; Logan glares up at her. "Want to help me, kid?" "...no?" "Remy, Angel, Tara, Logan!" The sound of the Professor's voice interrupts both set of fights. Logan looks up from the couch that still pins him; Tara hops off the ceiling and lands on the over turned couch; Angel comes in cradling one lightly burned hand against her chest; Gambit follows a few moments later looking like a child caught with his hand in the cookie jar. "It is five in the morning. Question One: Why are the children up this late? Question Two: What happened to Angel's hand? Question Three: Why are you pinned by the couch Logan?" As he speaks Xavier moves the couch upright, knocking Tara onto the floor in the process; she slides across the floor, stopping at the bald man's feet.
"Hi, Egghead!" "Pardon?" Logan gets, growling in annoyance as several cuts on his body heal. "I'm...going...to...kill...that...child." "Remy LePew already tried that,"Angel mutters, cradling her hand to her chest as a she would a baby,"Angel's poor burned hand." "It ain't dat bad, mon ange, it's just a light burn..." Gambit glowers at the fifteen-year-old. "M-I-DOUBLE S-I-DOUBLE S-I-P-P-I. MISSISSIPPI?" "CHILDREN!" Xavier's yell startles all four into silence. Angel seeks a shield, moving to hide behind Gambit. Tara edges closer to Logan, staring at Xavier with a mix confusion and admiration. "I, Charles Xavier, Professor of Psychology("Psychology?" *silence*), GREATEST and STRONGEST telepath ever command you all to go to bed and sleep before I allow Jean to come over and cook breakfast in the morning...." Gambit gulps, Logan whimphers, Angel moves further behind her 'father figure', and Tara shudders. Four rounds of 'night, professor' echo before four sets of footsteps take off up the stairs.Angel and Tara stop outside their door. "Night, Remy." "Night, Tara." "Night, Logan." "Night, Angel." "Night, Tara." "Night, Logan." "Night, Angel." "Night, Remy." After a few more moments of telling everyone good night the two retire to their room where both collapse on their beds, snoring heavily.
Logan goes on to his room while Gambit waits counting slowly. "One mississippi...two mississippi...three mississippi...four mississippi...five mississippi..." Almost on cue the alarm within the teeangers' room goes off, playing the theme song from M*A*S*H. For a few moments it rings then the sound of something breaking comes along with a muttered,"I don't want to play anymore cards, Johnny, Quickwart cheats." Gambit shakes his head then begins to make his way to his room. "De petites live to be fifteen. Remy must record that in his events book...." He returns to his room and removes a large black volume from the closet without waking Rogue, who is heavily snoring. He flips halfway through the book after an entry. First Time Drinking. Before that was Mutation Exams. Mutations and Brothers. Gambit writes a headline across the top. FIFTEEN-DO WONDERS NEVER CEASE. He scribbles at the bottom...note to self: drop large truck onto Pyro next chance.
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Short chapter but I couldn't just end their birthday so....anti-climactic. What do you think? Love it? Hate it? Want to BBQ me? Want me to write more? There will be another story up on here later on...maybe within the next week(a serious one). The upcoming story will contradict both this story and Hell is Spelled ANGEL.
Takamo: can I change Tara's past just a little to fit the new story? All I need is to instead of living with the X-Men she lives with foster parents for the moment. Tell me if that's acceptable. Her last name won't change neither will her mutation or appearance.
"That's not the title of the book, Johnny. And no it has nothing to do with fire." Angel's voice carries along with the sound of Gambit's exsparagated, accent. "Petite, hang up the damn phone. It be five in de morning! John, hang up de phone if you want to live!"he yells, obviously on the second exstension since Angel had been on the first one since they got home over an hour ago. "Don't threaten my friends, Remy Lebeau! I like Johnny and he likes me!" "Petite, dis de last time Remy's going to say dis. HANG UP DE ACURSED PHONE!" "Yeah! That's the title! Killing Mr. Griffin! Wow, you're smart!" Tara grimaces as a yelp of pain and the sound of phone slamming down come from the front hall; Logan glares up at her. "Want to help me, kid?" "...no?" "Remy, Angel, Tara, Logan!" The sound of the Professor's voice interrupts both set of fights. Logan looks up from the couch that still pins him; Tara hops off the ceiling and lands on the over turned couch; Angel comes in cradling one lightly burned hand against her chest; Gambit follows a few moments later looking like a child caught with his hand in the cookie jar. "It is five in the morning. Question One: Why are the children up this late? Question Two: What happened to Angel's hand? Question Three: Why are you pinned by the couch Logan?" As he speaks Xavier moves the couch upright, knocking Tara onto the floor in the process; she slides across the floor, stopping at the bald man's feet.
"Hi, Egghead!" "Pardon?" Logan gets, growling in annoyance as several cuts on his body heal. "I'm...going...to...kill...that...child." "Remy LePew already tried that,"Angel mutters, cradling her hand to her chest as a she would a baby,"Angel's poor burned hand." "It ain't dat bad, mon ange, it's just a light burn..." Gambit glowers at the fifteen-year-old. "M-I-DOUBLE S-I-DOUBLE S-I-P-P-I. MISSISSIPPI?" "CHILDREN!" Xavier's yell startles all four into silence. Angel seeks a shield, moving to hide behind Gambit. Tara edges closer to Logan, staring at Xavier with a mix confusion and admiration. "I, Charles Xavier, Professor of Psychology("Psychology?" *silence*), GREATEST and STRONGEST telepath ever command you all to go to bed and sleep before I allow Jean to come over and cook breakfast in the morning...." Gambit gulps, Logan whimphers, Angel moves further behind her 'father figure', and Tara shudders. Four rounds of 'night, professor' echo before four sets of footsteps take off up the stairs.Angel and Tara stop outside their door. "Night, Remy." "Night, Tara." "Night, Logan." "Night, Angel." "Night, Tara." "Night, Logan." "Night, Angel." "Night, Remy." After a few more moments of telling everyone good night the two retire to their room where both collapse on their beds, snoring heavily.
Logan goes on to his room while Gambit waits counting slowly. "One mississippi...two mississippi...three mississippi...four mississippi...five mississippi..." Almost on cue the alarm within the teeangers' room goes off, playing the theme song from M*A*S*H. For a few moments it rings then the sound of something breaking comes along with a muttered,"I don't want to play anymore cards, Johnny, Quickwart cheats." Gambit shakes his head then begins to make his way to his room. "De petites live to be fifteen. Remy must record that in his events book...." He returns to his room and removes a large black volume from the closet without waking Rogue, who is heavily snoring. He flips halfway through the book after an entry. First Time Drinking. Before that was Mutation Exams. Mutations and Brothers. Gambit writes a headline across the top. FIFTEEN-DO WONDERS NEVER CEASE. He scribbles at the bottom...note to self: drop large truck onto Pyro next chance.
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Short chapter but I couldn't just end their birthday so....anti-climactic. What do you think? Love it? Hate it? Want to BBQ me? Want me to write more? There will be another story up on here later on...maybe within the next week(a serious one). The upcoming story will contradict both this story and Hell is Spelled ANGEL.
Takamo: can I change Tara's past just a little to fit the new story? All I need is to instead of living with the X-Men she lives with foster parents for the moment. Tell me if that's acceptable. Her last name won't change neither will her mutation or appearance.