Anything but Ordinary: You never cease to amaze me. Maybe once you finish Retri and I finish the Tara/Angel series the idea would be interesting...transexual kitty? disturbing...but Natasha doesn't look like Sabertooth except for the attitude and her talons. It could work. Yes, kat shall be fun *ignores muses trying to boycott* Next chapter starting now.
A/N: Kellie and Derek are twins in this fic and neither is a mutant.
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"Angel, open this door!"
Angel glanced at the bathroom door then returned to applying her make-up. She traced her eyes in dark black then stuck out her tongue, checking the image. It looked fine in her opinion even though most people wouldn't be able to pull off the make-up or outfit especially the sneakers which were dark purple with three inch heels and blue laces with GONZO printed across them.
Something like ripping came outside the bathroom door. Natasha's fist connected with the door. "ANGEL!"
She slid the door open and ducked just as her friend's fist came at her face. She wasn't sure if it was an accident or deliberate; she had a feeling it was part of both. She ducked under Natasha's arm and dashed out of the room, racing into the first room she saw. She slammed the door shut.
"Who have you upset now,shelia?"John asked, barely looking away from his computer screen long enough to speak to her. His full attention was on his "romance novel" which at the moment was glowing from the contours of the screen in black letters. "Don't tell me you tried to play barber with Corey again...."
Angel moved over and leaned against the back of his chair, reading over his shoulder. "Nope..spent twenty-minutes in the bathroom playing with the mirror and my make- up. 'Sex and the Fire Eater'? Come on, Johnny, that's scary."
John shrugged. "It's my romance novel...I can name it anything I want, shelia. Get out of my bedroom...Kellie tried to cook downstairs and I think the fire's out, too."
"I wanna play, Johnny...can I play with the fire circus?"she questioned, walking over to a table and looking in a large metal box with a strange orange glow. "I'll take care of 'em. Please and I promise not to tell anyone they're food..please, please, please, please."
He sighed. "If the shelia promises to leave me alone she can."
"Thanks, Johnny!"
MEANWHILE, IN ANOTHER PART OF THE MANSION
"In a matter of moments my life will be over and I shall be buried having jumped..." Corey scratched out the last word then continued. "Plunged to my death from the window of this house. My exsistence has been pure hell since my parents' deaths. It shall linger no more."
"That was a bad suicide note the first three times you wrote it, Cor,"Kellie stated, coming into the room and settling onto the couch. She picked up the remote, flicking on the tv and scanning several channels; she stopped it on a rerun of...Ed, Edd, and Eddy.
He glowered at her and wiped the edge of his pen on the black poet's shirt he wore. (A/N: Watch Interview With The Vampire and study the men's shirts). He soon returned to writing within the dark confides of his half the room; no windows were nearby and the lamp had "mysteriously" become cracked.
Kellie had a hunch that he broke it but wasn't going to say anything. If he wasn't going to tell why should she do it for him? It wasn't like she was a snitch...maybe a little unorthidox but who wasn't anymore?
Something crashed in the kitchen. It sounded like her brother's typical cooking skills.
"Derek!"
"Get the fiery circus of evil fire out of my kitchen!"came the yell from the direction of the kitchen seconds before Angel entered the living room, whistling and juggling the box of THE AMAZING FIRE CIRCUS.
No one else played with it except Tara and Russ on rare occassions.
Corey shifted further away into the dark corner at her entrance. Angel could make most people seek cover; it was in her personality.
"It's too dark in here,"Angel muttered, clicking up the light switch on the far wall. Light streamed into the room and illuminated Corey's once dark corner along with the tacky green, purple, and orange furniture-they'd gotten to decorate. "Much better..."
"The light,"Corey hisses, sounding oddly like a vampire, before vanishing through the doorway that led back toward the bedrooms. His hissing was heard for another few moments.
Silence reigned for a moment.
"What's his issue?"
Kellie simply stared. "Hmm...you turned on the lights in the middle of his mourning but what could be his issue?"she mused, adding enough touch of sarcasm to make anyone suspicious. Anyone that is except for the one and only, Angel.
"That's what I just asked,"she replied, replacing him at the now lighted desk. She withdrew the fire circus from the box and began setting them up across the desk; the clown went near the elephant and all the others hung around, including the freak show.
The fire circus wasn't even made of fire at all. It was simply an old circus kit that had been charred to a crisp by John's bad habits. It was now called the fire circus because on rare occassions, mainly drunk ones or bad moods, John would set them a light and things would get a little too out of control.
"What is the point of that damn circ--"
Her sentence was cut off by a scream from the kitchen which was accompained by the arrival of Derek running through, covered in flour, and Tara chasing his, brandishing two flour-streaked drumsticks.
"Hey, don't attack my brother!" Kellie stood up and ran after them.
Angel didn't move from her seat. Her full attention was on the circus and it's many occupants set out before her. She barely glanced at the chase going on with her roommates until.....
Russ looked up from the game he had been intent upon playing with the group of forks surrounding him at the entrance of several of his roomates. Derek, Tara, and Kellie to be exact; Derek was screaming bloody murder while Tara brandished her drumsticks after him.
"Hey, watch the forks! What's going on?"
"Derek tried to bake with my drumsticks. They're for playing not baking!"
Derek cowered behind the bathroom door. "They shouldn't have been in the kitchen...it's not my fault."
"Don't yell at my brother!"
"Tell him not to bake with my damn drumsticks! I should get Logan to gut you like a fish..." Tara glowered at the closed bathroom door then threw one of the forks at it. It stuck in the doorway, earning a shriek of terror from the occupant inside.
Natasha appeared in the doorway, toweling off her hair. "Okay what's with you idiots today? Nice drumsticks, Tara...new paint job?"
Tara glowered before stomping off, muttering about "needing space to avoid accidental death that would require life insurance."
THE DIARY ROOM
[Tara: It just irritates me. Derek tries to cook with my drumsticks then I get in trouble for trying to kill him! Where's the fairness in that? *she crossed her arms and looked around the room* This diary room bugs me and gives me the creeps at the same time.]
[Russ: Things aren't that bad here even if a little stuffy. That Angel girl...well where's the angelic part to her? Most people named Angel have some angelic to them, right? *he glanced around conspiritally for a moment* Don't tell but Chris said Natasha kind of scares him.]
[Natasha: I hate this place and these mutants Magneto and Dad wanted? They're denser then two dollar bills! Is this being broadcasted? Good! If you're watching, Dad, I hate you right now. And another thing... *the rant continues for another few hours*]
[Derek: I think I should cook more often. *he twirled a package of spaghetti over his head like a baton*]
[Kellie: *silence then walks out*]
[Corey: *sat down in the chair complete in a black mourners' robe with a book of Edgar Allen Poe Poems held in his hands* I hate Angel.]
[Angel: *entered the room, swiftly, even though she can be heard down the hall with the large purple 'plank' shoes on her feet* I like these shoes. I really, really do.Have you even grown three inches in one day? It's amazing how much better you see...I'm starting to think Corey doesn't like me. *looks sad for a moment then wanders off, whistling The Brady Bunch, off tune*]
[John: *enters the room, looks around a moment* I have a novel to write.]
Silverware and glasses clinked against the table and nails while Dinner was eaten. The food was good even though most people were hesitant to try it.
"Who knew Angel could cook?"Kellie asked, digging into the chicken and dumplings on her plate.
Tara smirked. "Me."
Russ laughed,"If we all die at least we'll die happy."
"I resent that!"Angel hollered from the living room window where she was curled up with a large book that resembled the dictionary and a coloring book. "I have a question guys.."
Corey slid further into his corner of darkness, glowering at her from the depths of it.
Everyone ignored him.
John looked at her. "What, shelia?"
"Who do we know that owns a van with RETRIBUTION X printed across the side in red?"she questioned, pulling the curtain aside and leaning down.
Chaos broke out in moments.
Tara, Kellie, Derek, John: "What?"
Russ: "Where'd my forks go?" *panicked*
Corey:*slinked further into the corner, muttering incoherently*
A/N: Kellie and Derek are twins in this fic and neither is a mutant.
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"Angel, open this door!"
Angel glanced at the bathroom door then returned to applying her make-up. She traced her eyes in dark black then stuck out her tongue, checking the image. It looked fine in her opinion even though most people wouldn't be able to pull off the make-up or outfit especially the sneakers which were dark purple with three inch heels and blue laces with GONZO printed across them.
Something like ripping came outside the bathroom door. Natasha's fist connected with the door. "ANGEL!"
She slid the door open and ducked just as her friend's fist came at her face. She wasn't sure if it was an accident or deliberate; she had a feeling it was part of both. She ducked under Natasha's arm and dashed out of the room, racing into the first room she saw. She slammed the door shut.
"Who have you upset now,shelia?"John asked, barely looking away from his computer screen long enough to speak to her. His full attention was on his "romance novel" which at the moment was glowing from the contours of the screen in black letters. "Don't tell me you tried to play barber with Corey again...."
Angel moved over and leaned against the back of his chair, reading over his shoulder. "Nope..spent twenty-minutes in the bathroom playing with the mirror and my make- up. 'Sex and the Fire Eater'? Come on, Johnny, that's scary."
John shrugged. "It's my romance novel...I can name it anything I want, shelia. Get out of my bedroom...Kellie tried to cook downstairs and I think the fire's out, too."
"I wanna play, Johnny...can I play with the fire circus?"she questioned, walking over to a table and looking in a large metal box with a strange orange glow. "I'll take care of 'em. Please and I promise not to tell anyone they're food..please, please, please, please."
He sighed. "If the shelia promises to leave me alone she can."
"Thanks, Johnny!"
MEANWHILE, IN ANOTHER PART OF THE MANSION
"In a matter of moments my life will be over and I shall be buried having jumped..." Corey scratched out the last word then continued. "Plunged to my death from the window of this house. My exsistence has been pure hell since my parents' deaths. It shall linger no more."
"That was a bad suicide note the first three times you wrote it, Cor,"Kellie stated, coming into the room and settling onto the couch. She picked up the remote, flicking on the tv and scanning several channels; she stopped it on a rerun of...Ed, Edd, and Eddy.
He glowered at her and wiped the edge of his pen on the black poet's shirt he wore. (A/N: Watch Interview With The Vampire and study the men's shirts). He soon returned to writing within the dark confides of his half the room; no windows were nearby and the lamp had "mysteriously" become cracked.
Kellie had a hunch that he broke it but wasn't going to say anything. If he wasn't going to tell why should she do it for him? It wasn't like she was a snitch...maybe a little unorthidox but who wasn't anymore?
Something crashed in the kitchen. It sounded like her brother's typical cooking skills.
"Derek!"
"Get the fiery circus of evil fire out of my kitchen!"came the yell from the direction of the kitchen seconds before Angel entered the living room, whistling and juggling the box of THE AMAZING FIRE CIRCUS.
No one else played with it except Tara and Russ on rare occassions.
Corey shifted further away into the dark corner at her entrance. Angel could make most people seek cover; it was in her personality.
"It's too dark in here,"Angel muttered, clicking up the light switch on the far wall. Light streamed into the room and illuminated Corey's once dark corner along with the tacky green, purple, and orange furniture-they'd gotten to decorate. "Much better..."
"The light,"Corey hisses, sounding oddly like a vampire, before vanishing through the doorway that led back toward the bedrooms. His hissing was heard for another few moments.
Silence reigned for a moment.
"What's his issue?"
Kellie simply stared. "Hmm...you turned on the lights in the middle of his mourning but what could be his issue?"she mused, adding enough touch of sarcasm to make anyone suspicious. Anyone that is except for the one and only, Angel.
"That's what I just asked,"she replied, replacing him at the now lighted desk. She withdrew the fire circus from the box and began setting them up across the desk; the clown went near the elephant and all the others hung around, including the freak show.
The fire circus wasn't even made of fire at all. It was simply an old circus kit that had been charred to a crisp by John's bad habits. It was now called the fire circus because on rare occassions, mainly drunk ones or bad moods, John would set them a light and things would get a little too out of control.
"What is the point of that damn circ--"
Her sentence was cut off by a scream from the kitchen which was accompained by the arrival of Derek running through, covered in flour, and Tara chasing his, brandishing two flour-streaked drumsticks.
"Hey, don't attack my brother!" Kellie stood up and ran after them.
Angel didn't move from her seat. Her full attention was on the circus and it's many occupants set out before her. She barely glanced at the chase going on with her roommates until.....
Russ looked up from the game he had been intent upon playing with the group of forks surrounding him at the entrance of several of his roomates. Derek, Tara, and Kellie to be exact; Derek was screaming bloody murder while Tara brandished her drumsticks after him.
"Hey, watch the forks! What's going on?"
"Derek tried to bake with my drumsticks. They're for playing not baking!"
Derek cowered behind the bathroom door. "They shouldn't have been in the kitchen...it's not my fault."
"Don't yell at my brother!"
"Tell him not to bake with my damn drumsticks! I should get Logan to gut you like a fish..." Tara glowered at the closed bathroom door then threw one of the forks at it. It stuck in the doorway, earning a shriek of terror from the occupant inside.
Natasha appeared in the doorway, toweling off her hair. "Okay what's with you idiots today? Nice drumsticks, Tara...new paint job?"
Tara glowered before stomping off, muttering about "needing space to avoid accidental death that would require life insurance."
THE DIARY ROOM
[Tara: It just irritates me. Derek tries to cook with my drumsticks then I get in trouble for trying to kill him! Where's the fairness in that? *she crossed her arms and looked around the room* This diary room bugs me and gives me the creeps at the same time.]
[Russ: Things aren't that bad here even if a little stuffy. That Angel girl...well where's the angelic part to her? Most people named Angel have some angelic to them, right? *he glanced around conspiritally for a moment* Don't tell but Chris said Natasha kind of scares him.]
[Natasha: I hate this place and these mutants Magneto and Dad wanted? They're denser then two dollar bills! Is this being broadcasted? Good! If you're watching, Dad, I hate you right now. And another thing... *the rant continues for another few hours*]
[Derek: I think I should cook more often. *he twirled a package of spaghetti over his head like a baton*]
[Kellie: *silence then walks out*]
[Corey: *sat down in the chair complete in a black mourners' robe with a book of Edgar Allen Poe Poems held in his hands* I hate Angel.]
[Angel: *entered the room, swiftly, even though she can be heard down the hall with the large purple 'plank' shoes on her feet* I like these shoes. I really, really do.Have you even grown three inches in one day? It's amazing how much better you see...I'm starting to think Corey doesn't like me. *looks sad for a moment then wanders off, whistling The Brady Bunch, off tune*]
[John: *enters the room, looks around a moment* I have a novel to write.]
Silverware and glasses clinked against the table and nails while Dinner was eaten. The food was good even though most people were hesitant to try it.
"Who knew Angel could cook?"Kellie asked, digging into the chicken and dumplings on her plate.
Tara smirked. "Me."
Russ laughed,"If we all die at least we'll die happy."
"I resent that!"Angel hollered from the living room window where she was curled up with a large book that resembled the dictionary and a coloring book. "I have a question guys.."
Corey slid further into his corner of darkness, glowering at her from the depths of it.
Everyone ignored him.
John looked at her. "What, shelia?"
"Who do we know that owns a van with RETRIBUTION X printed across the side in red?"she questioned, pulling the curtain aside and leaning down.
Chaos broke out in moments.
Tara, Kellie, Derek, John: "What?"
Russ: "Where'd my forks go?" *panicked*
Corey:*slinked further into the corner, muttering incoherently*