I don't own anything…
'Siobhan please come to my office.' Siobhan smirked she had been at this institute for only a week and the professor had not yet been able to 'reach' her yet. She was finally healthy enough to get the hell out of the place and its what she was planning to do right now before the Professor called.
She walked down to his office, "Yeah what did ya want?"
"I've noticed that the thought of leaving has occurred in your mind." Charles said concerned.
"Yeah, and what the hell are you doing in my head?" she glared.
"Just taking precautions, now about you leaving," he started.
"Aww you want me to stay and help you rid the world of evil?" she asked in a hi pitched girly voice.
"Well yes actually." he sighed.
Siobhan looked at him in disgust, "If you want me to fight for the people who tortured me as a child then fuck you. I'm leaving and theres nothing you can do to stop me."
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"Damn people and their telepathy," she kicked the locked door of the windowless room. Siobhan blinked, "okay I'm stupid." she disappeared.
Siobhan reappeared outside of her room feeling light headed her eyes completely blue. She stumbled into her room and gathered her belongings. She smiled and started to construct something.
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Twenty minutes later she had successfully visited the professors office (no one was there) and snuck out of the gates. "Ah it feels good to be free."
~BOOM~
Siobhan beamed, "Ah I love my home made bombs, their so useful."
"Dat dey are Chere." damn it was that voice again.
"Damn it why cant life be simple?" she asked herself and turned around. "Okay what do you want?"
"Well Chere Remy be wanting you ta join a team where you can 'arm de people who put you through pain." he put a hand on back. "Remy also 'ere ta tell you dat 'e's sorry." his hand traveled downward.
"Well Remy I accept your offer," she said and he pulled her closer, "But only because I hate the human race almost as much as I hate you right now." she pushed him off of her.
"Aw Chere you wounded Remy." he clutched his heart again.
"Yeah what ever…so where is this team I heard about?" she looked around.
"Well Petite if you would like ta find out 'op on his cycle and he can show you." he smirked placing his hand on the small of her back leading her to the motorcycle. "So Chere what do you tink of Remy's bike?" he asked getting on.
"I've seen better," she said hopping behind him and placing her bag in his hands. "Be nice and hold my stuff kay?"
"Any thin fo de lady."
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Okay im stopping there…im tired its 5:39 am and I cant think right now let alone make remy's accent work…R&R please
~pyroluver
'Siobhan please come to my office.' Siobhan smirked she had been at this institute for only a week and the professor had not yet been able to 'reach' her yet. She was finally healthy enough to get the hell out of the place and its what she was planning to do right now before the Professor called.
She walked down to his office, "Yeah what did ya want?"
"I've noticed that the thought of leaving has occurred in your mind." Charles said concerned.
"Yeah, and what the hell are you doing in my head?" she glared.
"Just taking precautions, now about you leaving," he started.
"Aww you want me to stay and help you rid the world of evil?" she asked in a hi pitched girly voice.
"Well yes actually." he sighed.
Siobhan looked at him in disgust, "If you want me to fight for the people who tortured me as a child then fuck you. I'm leaving and theres nothing you can do to stop me."
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"Damn people and their telepathy," she kicked the locked door of the windowless room. Siobhan blinked, "okay I'm stupid." she disappeared.
Siobhan reappeared outside of her room feeling light headed her eyes completely blue. She stumbled into her room and gathered her belongings. She smiled and started to construct something.
**************************
Twenty minutes later she had successfully visited the professors office (no one was there) and snuck out of the gates. "Ah it feels good to be free."
~BOOM~
Siobhan beamed, "Ah I love my home made bombs, their so useful."
"Dat dey are Chere." damn it was that voice again.
"Damn it why cant life be simple?" she asked herself and turned around. "Okay what do you want?"
"Well Chere Remy be wanting you ta join a team where you can 'arm de people who put you through pain." he put a hand on back. "Remy also 'ere ta tell you dat 'e's sorry." his hand traveled downward.
"Well Remy I accept your offer," she said and he pulled her closer, "But only because I hate the human race almost as much as I hate you right now." she pushed him off of her.
"Aw Chere you wounded Remy." he clutched his heart again.
"Yeah what ever…so where is this team I heard about?" she looked around.
"Well Petite if you would like ta find out 'op on his cycle and he can show you." he smirked placing his hand on the small of her back leading her to the motorcycle. "So Chere what do you tink of Remy's bike?" he asked getting on.
"I've seen better," she said hopping behind him and placing her bag in his hands. "Be nice and hold my stuff kay?"
"Any thin fo de lady."
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Okay im stopping there…im tired its 5:39 am and I cant think right now let alone make remy's accent work…R&R please
~pyroluver
