Who here hates school? Oh oh me! Pick me! It sux you know, I went to a wee
private school and I now go to the fine public high school. Let's take a
moment and look at some numbers. Old school graduating class: 62. New
school sophomore class: 1000! There's also some 4000 kids. That's
estimating! The point Tigereyes? Well, it's not that I am overwhelmed or
anything, cause I'm not, it's that I know a raging 0 people in 95% of my
classes!!! Sux!
*deep breath*
I'm better now. The first day I had homework in every stinkin class so I'm a little delayed in posting. Sorry. Name your price and it's yours as long as we're even.
Peace, love, hot boys (or ladies if you are a male of the species), and wet pools to all.
So here goes!!!
Tigereyes
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Consciousness was a fleeting thing for Ronin the next couple of days. None of them was away from him or the others for very long for fear that he would either wake up while they weren't there or he would slip farther away.
When Ronin was conscious, he didn't seem the same. His eyes would never open more than it took for him to see them and he was very lethargic. It wouldn't take more than a few words from him before he slipped back into the catatonic state.
Several times they heard a knocking at the big metal door that led to the outside. And every time they ignored it. Only a few candles were lit and a pressing darkness was some form of comfort for them. In the dark, it seemed almost surreal, just a bad dream. But they were reminded that it wasn't when they looked at Ronin's slowly rising and falling chest.
Taryn knelt on the floor next to the couch that they had laid Ronin on. She had her hand in his and she would lay her head on the couch to hear his breathing, slow and ragged as it was. Griffin stood in the corner. He continuously cracked his knuckles or shifted his weight or did some sort of fidgeting. Owen hadn't stopped pacing since they laid Ronin down. Blade sat in the armchair with his legs drawn up into the seat Indian Style. He rested his chin on his knuckles, elbows pressing into his knees. Time seemed to tick backwards or speed forward. Night fell unbeknownst to the Pack and slowly, one by one; they dropped off to sleep.
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Lippoli wouldn't sleep that night. He wandered the perimeter of the building at least a dozen times looking for an entrance or some way to break in to get to Ronin. And each time he couldn't, he got even more enraged.
Bobby watched him wander around in the rain from the jet. He couldn't sit still while Lippoli was wandering in the dark and rain while he sat in the jet warm and cozy. Rogue had regained consciousness but she was still a little wobbly. Immediately after she sat up, the others began barraging her questions about Ronin until Logan shooed them away, even though he was as curious as the rest of them.
Night had descended on them and parking a SR-71 in the middle of the street was not the most of the commonplace things in the world.
"We have to go. The authorities will be here and-" Scott tattered in vain.
"Screw the authorities. I'm not leaving without Lippoli," Bobby said with conviction.
"I am the leader here and I make the decisions. When you let go of your mother's apron strings, then we'll talk," Scott hissed.
Bobby took a hurt look and then shot a look at Scott, that if looks could kill, the man would have been on the floor dead faster than he could process the thought.
"This is getting us nowhere. Boys, you must get control of your tempers. It is probably a good idea to move on," Ororo said and Scott smirked at Bobby, "but it is not wise for us to leave Lippoli here on his own," Bobby smirked right back at Scott, "so that is why we must either drag him home or let him stay with someone here."
Silence met her suggestion and all eyed one another.
"Drag him home. I won't let someone stay here with that- that maniac who thinks he's possessed!" Scott proclaimed. "We drag him home."
"This can't be a good idea," Logan muttered under his breath. He was sitting next to Rogue with her head resting on his lap.
"Jean, would you use your telekinesis to bring him here?" Scott asked in a honeyed voice.
She hesitated a moment, then complied. After a couple of moments, Lippoli came hovering several feet from the ground kicking and clawing as if his life depended on it. Jean moved him slowly but surely, keeping him steady in the air despite his kicking. As he cleared the back hatch, it closed firmly shut and she let him down. He studied them for a moment and was about to protest but he was cut off.
Sirens were heard in the distance but were growing louder and louder by the second.
"That's our cue," Scott said sitting down in the pilot's seat and began take-off procedures. The jet was several miles away before bewildered police officers arrived at the scene.
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Ronin awoke slowly with stiff joints and a killer hangover.
'Did I go drinking? Or did Blade trick me into another of his drinking games?' He thought as he sat up rubbing his head.
'Why am I wearing my coat?' he thought as he realized that he was still dressed to go out.
'That girl touched you.'
'Hm? And?'
'You really didn't pay attention while you were at that mansion did you?'
'I was too busy with you to notice much else-'
'Yeah, yeah, we've all heard it before. She steals powers and once she has yours, she starts to take your life force.'
'Wait! I don't have my powers anymore?'
'No, you do because they were more rooted in me and she couldn't touch me even if she tried. It'd kill you first then I leave.'
'So I've still got them?'
'Were you listening?'
'Yeah.'
'Then there you go.'
'Sweet. So that also explains the hangover?'
'Indeed.'
'So, what'd I miss?'
'What makes you think I know?'
'Cause you know everything, plus you knew that thing about Rogue.'
'Flattery gets you nowhere. But anyway, everyone was worried, Owen's out for blood, as is Griffin. Blade's just been over there fingering that dagger of his. Taryn's been here.'
'Ha! I knew you knew.'
'Yeah, well.'
Ronin was so immersed in his (and the Dragon's) thoughts that he didn't realize that Griffin had been saying his name for quite some time. His eyes slowly came back into focus as he realized this.
"-nin, RONIN! SNAP OUT OF IT!" Griffin was snapping his fingers in front of Ronin.
He swatted Griffin's hand away and made a face at him.
"I'm fine. I'm fine. I was just thinking. Just thinking-" he trailed off. "Where's the bleached haired bitch that did that to me! Where the hell is she!" Ronin said standing up too fast. His head was swimming and he sat back down with more force that he intended. He hit his tailbone on the wood support and he yelled several profanities.
"What happened? I mean one minute you were ready to toast them all to kingdom come then the next, you and the girl were on the ground unconscious," Blade asked.
"She steals powers, and well I guess life force too," Ronin said running his hand through his slightly matted and really wet hair.
"What!?! So you don't-" Taryn stammered.
"Have to worry about it. I'm fine, a little sleepy, but fine," Ronin finished for her.
A silence filled the room and no one stirred.
"So, what now?" Owen asked.
"We get revenge! That stupid bastard shot me in wing! Look at this! Look!" Griffin shouted as he flared his wings and showed a slightly singed spot. "That was a window through my wing two hours ago!!! This guy goes down now!"
"I don't think that's a good-" Owen began to protest.
"I do! That bitch is going down!" Ronin said standing up.
"But shouldn't we wait-" Owen began again.
"Let's go now! Come on!" Griffin said already halfway to the door.
"But-" Owen said but trailed off.
"They won't listen when they get something in their heads. Let's just make sure that they don't kill themselves in the process," Blade said grabbing his coat and following the excited boys out of the door.
Taryn just shook her head and reluctantly followed.
'I gotta have a talk with that boyfriend of mine. He's got way to little patience.'
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So, whadya think? Not bad for writing it after the third day at the fine learning establishment. I finally got my Rurouni Kenshin fic up and you will all be pleased to read it, I'm sure.
If you review for that one and this one, I'll ship you 1,000,000 dollars or whatever the equivalent is where you're reading this from. So, hop to!
I'm gonna go update that one now too! Ha! I am a good author!
*skips away*
Ronin: Does she realize that people reviewed?
Blade: Yep. Didn't you see her fall out of her chair?
Ronin: So that explains the gash
Blade: I think so.
Ronin: You think we should do it for her?
Blade: Why not. It's either that or watch her skip around, and that's pretty scary
*CRASH*
Ronin: I hope it wasn't valuable
Blade: Let's do this so we can drive her to the ER
The Griffin: Hugh Jackman! Nah man. Either Shawn Ashmore or Brad Pitt minus the Cast Away look
Firestarter: I kinda guessed that you would have liked Pyro over Icebox. But if I would have to pick a power, fire, definitely fire. Yep.
Bins: Well chica, you come through again! The Dragon and Ronin are like, um, allies (?) now and they are workin together. So basically, yeppers.
[After the Breaking+Warning Label=$1000000]
*deep breath*
I'm better now. The first day I had homework in every stinkin class so I'm a little delayed in posting. Sorry. Name your price and it's yours as long as we're even.
Peace, love, hot boys (or ladies if you are a male of the species), and wet pools to all.
So here goes!!!
Tigereyes
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Consciousness was a fleeting thing for Ronin the next couple of days. None of them was away from him or the others for very long for fear that he would either wake up while they weren't there or he would slip farther away.
When Ronin was conscious, he didn't seem the same. His eyes would never open more than it took for him to see them and he was very lethargic. It wouldn't take more than a few words from him before he slipped back into the catatonic state.
Several times they heard a knocking at the big metal door that led to the outside. And every time they ignored it. Only a few candles were lit and a pressing darkness was some form of comfort for them. In the dark, it seemed almost surreal, just a bad dream. But they were reminded that it wasn't when they looked at Ronin's slowly rising and falling chest.
Taryn knelt on the floor next to the couch that they had laid Ronin on. She had her hand in his and she would lay her head on the couch to hear his breathing, slow and ragged as it was. Griffin stood in the corner. He continuously cracked his knuckles or shifted his weight or did some sort of fidgeting. Owen hadn't stopped pacing since they laid Ronin down. Blade sat in the armchair with his legs drawn up into the seat Indian Style. He rested his chin on his knuckles, elbows pressing into his knees. Time seemed to tick backwards or speed forward. Night fell unbeknownst to the Pack and slowly, one by one; they dropped off to sleep.
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Lippoli wouldn't sleep that night. He wandered the perimeter of the building at least a dozen times looking for an entrance or some way to break in to get to Ronin. And each time he couldn't, he got even more enraged.
Bobby watched him wander around in the rain from the jet. He couldn't sit still while Lippoli was wandering in the dark and rain while he sat in the jet warm and cozy. Rogue had regained consciousness but she was still a little wobbly. Immediately after she sat up, the others began barraging her questions about Ronin until Logan shooed them away, even though he was as curious as the rest of them.
Night had descended on them and parking a SR-71 in the middle of the street was not the most of the commonplace things in the world.
"We have to go. The authorities will be here and-" Scott tattered in vain.
"Screw the authorities. I'm not leaving without Lippoli," Bobby said with conviction.
"I am the leader here and I make the decisions. When you let go of your mother's apron strings, then we'll talk," Scott hissed.
Bobby took a hurt look and then shot a look at Scott, that if looks could kill, the man would have been on the floor dead faster than he could process the thought.
"This is getting us nowhere. Boys, you must get control of your tempers. It is probably a good idea to move on," Ororo said and Scott smirked at Bobby, "but it is not wise for us to leave Lippoli here on his own," Bobby smirked right back at Scott, "so that is why we must either drag him home or let him stay with someone here."
Silence met her suggestion and all eyed one another.
"Drag him home. I won't let someone stay here with that- that maniac who thinks he's possessed!" Scott proclaimed. "We drag him home."
"This can't be a good idea," Logan muttered under his breath. He was sitting next to Rogue with her head resting on his lap.
"Jean, would you use your telekinesis to bring him here?" Scott asked in a honeyed voice.
She hesitated a moment, then complied. After a couple of moments, Lippoli came hovering several feet from the ground kicking and clawing as if his life depended on it. Jean moved him slowly but surely, keeping him steady in the air despite his kicking. As he cleared the back hatch, it closed firmly shut and she let him down. He studied them for a moment and was about to protest but he was cut off.
Sirens were heard in the distance but were growing louder and louder by the second.
"That's our cue," Scott said sitting down in the pilot's seat and began take-off procedures. The jet was several miles away before bewildered police officers arrived at the scene.
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Ronin awoke slowly with stiff joints and a killer hangover.
'Did I go drinking? Or did Blade trick me into another of his drinking games?' He thought as he sat up rubbing his head.
'Why am I wearing my coat?' he thought as he realized that he was still dressed to go out.
'That girl touched you.'
'Hm? And?'
'You really didn't pay attention while you were at that mansion did you?'
'I was too busy with you to notice much else-'
'Yeah, yeah, we've all heard it before. She steals powers and once she has yours, she starts to take your life force.'
'Wait! I don't have my powers anymore?'
'No, you do because they were more rooted in me and she couldn't touch me even if she tried. It'd kill you first then I leave.'
'So I've still got them?'
'Were you listening?'
'Yeah.'
'Then there you go.'
'Sweet. So that also explains the hangover?'
'Indeed.'
'So, what'd I miss?'
'What makes you think I know?'
'Cause you know everything, plus you knew that thing about Rogue.'
'Flattery gets you nowhere. But anyway, everyone was worried, Owen's out for blood, as is Griffin. Blade's just been over there fingering that dagger of his. Taryn's been here.'
'Ha! I knew you knew.'
'Yeah, well.'
Ronin was so immersed in his (and the Dragon's) thoughts that he didn't realize that Griffin had been saying his name for quite some time. His eyes slowly came back into focus as he realized this.
"-nin, RONIN! SNAP OUT OF IT!" Griffin was snapping his fingers in front of Ronin.
He swatted Griffin's hand away and made a face at him.
"I'm fine. I'm fine. I was just thinking. Just thinking-" he trailed off. "Where's the bleached haired bitch that did that to me! Where the hell is she!" Ronin said standing up too fast. His head was swimming and he sat back down with more force that he intended. He hit his tailbone on the wood support and he yelled several profanities.
"What happened? I mean one minute you were ready to toast them all to kingdom come then the next, you and the girl were on the ground unconscious," Blade asked.
"She steals powers, and well I guess life force too," Ronin said running his hand through his slightly matted and really wet hair.
"What!?! So you don't-" Taryn stammered.
"Have to worry about it. I'm fine, a little sleepy, but fine," Ronin finished for her.
A silence filled the room and no one stirred.
"So, what now?" Owen asked.
"We get revenge! That stupid bastard shot me in wing! Look at this! Look!" Griffin shouted as he flared his wings and showed a slightly singed spot. "That was a window through my wing two hours ago!!! This guy goes down now!"
"I don't think that's a good-" Owen began to protest.
"I do! That bitch is going down!" Ronin said standing up.
"But shouldn't we wait-" Owen began again.
"Let's go now! Come on!" Griffin said already halfway to the door.
"But-" Owen said but trailed off.
"They won't listen when they get something in their heads. Let's just make sure that they don't kill themselves in the process," Blade said grabbing his coat and following the excited boys out of the door.
Taryn just shook her head and reluctantly followed.
'I gotta have a talk with that boyfriend of mine. He's got way to little patience.'
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So, whadya think? Not bad for writing it after the third day at the fine learning establishment. I finally got my Rurouni Kenshin fic up and you will all be pleased to read it, I'm sure.
If you review for that one and this one, I'll ship you 1,000,000 dollars or whatever the equivalent is where you're reading this from. So, hop to!
I'm gonna go update that one now too! Ha! I am a good author!
*skips away*
Ronin: Does she realize that people reviewed?
Blade: Yep. Didn't you see her fall out of her chair?
Ronin: So that explains the gash
Blade: I think so.
Ronin: You think we should do it for her?
Blade: Why not. It's either that or watch her skip around, and that's pretty scary
*CRASH*
Ronin: I hope it wasn't valuable
Blade: Let's do this so we can drive her to the ER
The Griffin: Hugh Jackman! Nah man. Either Shawn Ashmore or Brad Pitt minus the Cast Away look
Firestarter: I kinda guessed that you would have liked Pyro over Icebox. But if I would have to pick a power, fire, definitely fire. Yep.
Bins: Well chica, you come through again! The Dragon and Ronin are like, um, allies (?) now and they are workin together. So basically, yeppers.
[After the Breaking+Warning Label=$1000000]