Disclaimer: don't owe 'm, don't even wanna owe 'm, I happen to like my
house as it is, in one piece. I do own Marianne and Devom, and they are
nice and locked away now, along with the little tiger.
Just a Girl – Ice-cream and new friends.
"Devon! For heaven's sake! Take your pick! It's ice-cream , not the solution to the world's hunger problem!" Marianne groaned as she waited for her brother to pick his ice-cream. She knew out of experience how long it could take, even had a formula on how long it took to pick, depending on the amount of flavours. Unfortunately, there were lots of flavors.
"Like, how long is he going to take?" Marianne heard a voice besides her, she looked aside and saw a preppy looking brunette.
"Ten minutes and counting," Marianne sighed, "My name's Marianne Jong, that's my brother Devon." She recognized the girl as one belonging to the gothic girl's group. She set aside her shyness for once, wanting to know more about this group.
"I'm Katherine Pryde, call me Kitty, so, the cutie's your big brother?" Marianne groaned, unlike her, her brother did have good looks, and she was used to girls swooning over him, but that didn't mean it didn't annoy her and this girl was younger then her for crying out loud!
"Cutie? He is my brother, but cutie? I would very much appreciate it, however, if he would take his pick!" the last part was directed at him.
"Hold yer horses M, when picking ice, one has to take the utmost care to pick the right flavour for the occasion," he said, badly immitating a British accent, Marianne laughed, it always made her laugh.
Always, except when her mother had died in that car crash. Drunken driver, they had said, it was almost a year ago now. She had been so angry, so angry, at everything and everyone. But most of all God. Her mother was catholic, a good person, she didn't understand how He could let her die in such a stupid accident. Her powers had displayed themselved six months later and she got even angrier.
She had felt as if someone up there was punishing her family and using her to do it. If there was something that she hated, it was being used. Her brother would always be the first to admit that, even though she was shy, she had a fierce attitude and she was stubborn as hell.
"What do you want, M?" Devon's voice woke her out of her musings. Kitty had wondered back to her friends again.
"Uhm, chocolate chip and hot fudge," Marianne absently ordered.
"Good choice, a bit ordinary, but good choice none the less," Devon admonished in the same, fake, Brittish accent. Marianne found them a seat close to Kitty, a red head, a boy with sunglasses and another boy who spoke with a German accent.
"So, M, how was your day?" Devon said, while digging into his ice-cream, Marianne didn't even want to know what flavours he had chosen, since the colour combination was truly appalling.
"I dunno, no one talks to the new kid, as far as I can see there are lots of mutant haters at school, in cluding that jerk Kelly, most of the idiotic jocks are too, I really can't stand one guy, I believe his name is Duncan. Tried to copy my notes. I don't have anything against that, honestly, but, well, that meeting with the principal had already got me pissed, so I kinda blew up at him," Marianne poked at her ice-cream.
"Marianne, don't let those mutant haters get to you. Not everyone is as open minded as we are. And stop trying to disect your ice-cream, it's not alive," Devon chuckled at seeing her poke with her spoon.
"It just... it makes me so angry, Devon, mom always taught us that everyone is equal, and I believe that, I truly believe that. It doesn't matter to me if people can read my mind, it doesn't matter if they could hurt me without any trouble because I TRUST them. I mean, people don't shun others when they own a gun, do they? Why do they shun mutants? It's not like they had a choice in those powers, people with guns have," Marianne couldn't help it, she had spent many days talking with her mother about mutants, and always got passionate when the topic turned to mutant rights, often to the point forgetting that she was a mutant.
"I know, M. I know, hey, what are you lookin' at, shades?!" Devon caught the boy with sunglasses looking at them.
"Nothing, I was just surprised by what she said. It is rare for someone to stand up for mutants," the boy replied.
"Devon, down boy. Excuse my brother, he's overprotective," Marianne put a restraining hand on Devon's arm. Her face flushed a bright red as she realised her speech had been heard by others except her brother.
"Hey, you're like, the new girl at school!" Kitty spoke up, Marianned edged away from the group, the sudden attention was unsettling for her, to say the least.
"Zo, you've had ze talk wiz ze principal?" the boy with the German accent asked her.
"Afraid so, he seems to have a problem with change," Marianne looked up timidly, the red head girl smiled at her.
"It must be hard to be the new kid, would you two care to join us for a little while? My name is Jean Grey, this is Scott Summers, Kurt Wagner and Katherine Pryde," she introduced herself and the group. Marianne was about to decline the offer when her brother cut in.
"We'd love to. I'm Devon Jong and this is my younger sister Marianne," Devon had jumped into 'big brother' mode, and seemed to see this as an chance to make sure Marianne would fall into the 'right kind of crowd' and Marianne wasn't about to tell him he made a good pick.
Just a Girl – Ice-cream and new friends.
"Devon! For heaven's sake! Take your pick! It's ice-cream , not the solution to the world's hunger problem!" Marianne groaned as she waited for her brother to pick his ice-cream. She knew out of experience how long it could take, even had a formula on how long it took to pick, depending on the amount of flavours. Unfortunately, there were lots of flavors.
"Like, how long is he going to take?" Marianne heard a voice besides her, she looked aside and saw a preppy looking brunette.
"Ten minutes and counting," Marianne sighed, "My name's Marianne Jong, that's my brother Devon." She recognized the girl as one belonging to the gothic girl's group. She set aside her shyness for once, wanting to know more about this group.
"I'm Katherine Pryde, call me Kitty, so, the cutie's your big brother?" Marianne groaned, unlike her, her brother did have good looks, and she was used to girls swooning over him, but that didn't mean it didn't annoy her and this girl was younger then her for crying out loud!
"Cutie? He is my brother, but cutie? I would very much appreciate it, however, if he would take his pick!" the last part was directed at him.
"Hold yer horses M, when picking ice, one has to take the utmost care to pick the right flavour for the occasion," he said, badly immitating a British accent, Marianne laughed, it always made her laugh.
Always, except when her mother had died in that car crash. Drunken driver, they had said, it was almost a year ago now. She had been so angry, so angry, at everything and everyone. But most of all God. Her mother was catholic, a good person, she didn't understand how He could let her die in such a stupid accident. Her powers had displayed themselved six months later and she got even angrier.
She had felt as if someone up there was punishing her family and using her to do it. If there was something that she hated, it was being used. Her brother would always be the first to admit that, even though she was shy, she had a fierce attitude and she was stubborn as hell.
"What do you want, M?" Devon's voice woke her out of her musings. Kitty had wondered back to her friends again.
"Uhm, chocolate chip and hot fudge," Marianne absently ordered.
"Good choice, a bit ordinary, but good choice none the less," Devon admonished in the same, fake, Brittish accent. Marianne found them a seat close to Kitty, a red head, a boy with sunglasses and another boy who spoke with a German accent.
"So, M, how was your day?" Devon said, while digging into his ice-cream, Marianne didn't even want to know what flavours he had chosen, since the colour combination was truly appalling.
"I dunno, no one talks to the new kid, as far as I can see there are lots of mutant haters at school, in cluding that jerk Kelly, most of the idiotic jocks are too, I really can't stand one guy, I believe his name is Duncan. Tried to copy my notes. I don't have anything against that, honestly, but, well, that meeting with the principal had already got me pissed, so I kinda blew up at him," Marianne poked at her ice-cream.
"Marianne, don't let those mutant haters get to you. Not everyone is as open minded as we are. And stop trying to disect your ice-cream, it's not alive," Devon chuckled at seeing her poke with her spoon.
"It just... it makes me so angry, Devon, mom always taught us that everyone is equal, and I believe that, I truly believe that. It doesn't matter to me if people can read my mind, it doesn't matter if they could hurt me without any trouble because I TRUST them. I mean, people don't shun others when they own a gun, do they? Why do they shun mutants? It's not like they had a choice in those powers, people with guns have," Marianne couldn't help it, she had spent many days talking with her mother about mutants, and always got passionate when the topic turned to mutant rights, often to the point forgetting that she was a mutant.
"I know, M. I know, hey, what are you lookin' at, shades?!" Devon caught the boy with sunglasses looking at them.
"Nothing, I was just surprised by what she said. It is rare for someone to stand up for mutants," the boy replied.
"Devon, down boy. Excuse my brother, he's overprotective," Marianne put a restraining hand on Devon's arm. Her face flushed a bright red as she realised her speech had been heard by others except her brother.
"Hey, you're like, the new girl at school!" Kitty spoke up, Marianned edged away from the group, the sudden attention was unsettling for her, to say the least.
"Zo, you've had ze talk wiz ze principal?" the boy with the German accent asked her.
"Afraid so, he seems to have a problem with change," Marianne looked up timidly, the red head girl smiled at her.
"It must be hard to be the new kid, would you two care to join us for a little while? My name is Jean Grey, this is Scott Summers, Kurt Wagner and Katherine Pryde," she introduced herself and the group. Marianne was about to decline the offer when her brother cut in.
"We'd love to. I'm Devon Jong and this is my younger sister Marianne," Devon had jumped into 'big brother' mode, and seemed to see this as an chance to make sure Marianne would fall into the 'right kind of crowd' and Marianne wasn't about to tell him he made a good pick.