Anything but Ordinary3:Tell me how horrible a job I've done with Retribution X in your review.I think it'll improve later but at the moment...God help me. The hot comment about Ashley is just out of randomness and to be weird..plus it makes it interesting; he's quite irritating, even more so now.
Disclaimer: RETRIBUTION X is property of Anything but Ordinary3, given to me for this story only and shall only play a visitation. *shakes head* I don't own Pyro but everything else....is property of my warped mind.
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"We don't know anyone that calls them self Retribution X, Angel." Tara stood and walked over to look down from the window. Her gaze went straight to the large van before she turned around.
Footsteps echoed down the hall along with some shrill shrieking that might have once been counted as singing.
"My ears, my ears..." Natasha clamped her hands over her ears and retreated into the next room, muttering incoherently about hating her father.
Just as Tara was about to speak three figures darkened the doorway. Two woman-one glaring and one singing offkey and a two men-simply there.
John stared blankly for a moment then stood, studying the newcomers. "Who would you be, mates?"
Oh god we're getting more roommates. Maybe these won't be quite so damn irritating...where's Logan when I need him?
Mr. Orleans appeared behind them. His expression was smug along with that damn infuriating grin of his. "These, John, would be the new housemates or roommates if you'd prefer."
"What?!" The question was asked by several people at once, everyone except Natasha who was glowering at the singing girl in rage and Angel who sat at the window, watching everything going on.
"Your roommates. Kat Jacobs, Ashley Donovan, Richard(does he have a last name?), and Tristan(does he have one too?)..."
There was only one word of description for Kat Jacobs-SCARY. She had strawberry blonde hair and brown eyes along with the horribly off-key singing voice of hers. Her clothes were camoflauge and black at the moment(I remember you describing her dressed that way in one of the fics so I'm keeping her in that), making her look like a commando captain; scary thoughts crossed each and everyone else's minds.
Ashley Donovan brought on one thought to both Tara and Angel-COOL. To Russ it was a diffrent thought-HOLY HELL, SHE'S HOT! She was short, around Tara's heigth, maybe a little over with an attractive appearance even with her mouth curled into that combination of a sneer/smirk. In his opinion it made her look much more attractive.
Richard inspired the thought of-I DON'T LIKE HIM.
Tristan didn't bring anything to mind except-....
"Eleven kids?! That's ludacris...there's no way I can watch eleven kids alone and finish my novel! How dare you..." John grabbed the lighter from beside his plate and created a giant evil-looking Mardi Gras Mask that swooped down to attack the grinning man.
The grin vanished but laughter replaced it from Kat.
"Pyro!" In the next instant his mask had turned into a giant foot and begun stomping across the kitchen toward Corey's dark corner. If possible it grew bigger with Kat's "help".
John stared, transfixed then glowered at her. "Have we met, shelia?"
"Yeah! I can create and control fire...you can only control it! Nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, I'm better then Pyro!"
"I'll show you better!"
"Children, that's enough!" Mr. Orleans glowered at them both. "Get rid of that fiery foot."
No sooner had he finished speaking the foot ran at a wall, went through, and landed on the ground below; screams rang out from the people below. Laughter echoed from Kat while Pyro simply looked upset about being beaten again.
"I'm well aware that's quite difficult, John. There's a request out to the audience for a second and possibly third chaperone within the house...whoever is chosen will be here in two days. Until then...Ashley will help you keep things under control,"Mr. Orleans stated, turning toward the waiting four. "Welcome to your new home."
Kat looked around for a moment. "I smell bacon!" She dived at the table, grabbing up the reddish-colored meat on the table and running off down the hall.
Richard and Ashley stared for the moment it took Natasha to return to the table.
Russ juggled a few forks. "Look what I can do, Ashley."
She glanced at him then rolled her eyes. "How nice, really."
"Um, I didn't cook bacon, John...what did she eat?" Angel climbed down from the window ledge, looking confusedly at her friend.
All eyes went to Russ who was cheerfully whistling while fork juggling. Corey slinked out of the room, hissing once more.
"What did she eat?"Richard questioned, staring at him hard.
Russ swallowed. "Well, I wanted to feed the alley cats outside so I mixed up some cat food and um...bacon grease."
Silence for a moment then Ashley shrugged.
"She'll live. Do you have a phone? I need to check if The Brady Bunch is still trying to kill us ...do you have any alcohol? I might need a few drinks afterwards."
"Who's The Brady Bunch?" Tara stared at the girl, confused.
"Scott and Jean of course...who else?"
o_0
"I can show you where the phone is!"Russ said, jumping up so fast that the silverware he'd been juggling clattered to the floor and scittered in every direction. He held out his arm to Ashley, bent like one of those guys from the telly vision. "M'lady?"
She stared then turned away. "The phone?"
"Right this way,"he mumbled, turning furiously red. "Maybe I can even show you something..else, like my bedroom?"
His voice echoed back then a scream as something like lightening flashed in the next room. Tristan and Richard both cringed before sinking into the now vacant chairs at the table.
"Well what's for dinner? Has to be better than Kat's cooking..."Richard asked, looking through the contents of the table. "Ashley'll take care of your friend."
"I have a novel to finish. You will all behave...Angel, make them behave." John stomped off, muttering about needing to revise his novel and kill certain characters; his door slammed a little while later.
Richard tilted his head after a moment. "What kind of a name's Angel?"
"Mine."
SEVERAL HOURS, SEVERAL DRINKS, SEVERAL ARGUMENTS LATER
"KAT!"
The twenty-something year-old looked up from coloring on the wall in the hall.
"Who's there? Bobby, is this a joke? Bobby!"
Ashley's voice echoed loudly throughout the room again.
The entire wall was engulfed by flames, burning buildings, and large purple and black striped candy canes. She looked around a moment then shoved the crayons into her mouth, dashing off down the hall toward the sound of the voice.
Ashley, Richard, Russ, Tristan, and Natasha were sitting in the room having a drink. No one had seen any of the others for quite some time except Angel who had been heard quite often, several diffrent places.
"Vhag?"Kat questioned, smiling and showing two rows of color-speckled teeth. Blue and green saliva ran from one corner of her mouth and dripped onto the carpet.
Ashley stared a moment then shook her head, pouring herself another drink. She watched for another moment.
"Scott said we can't come home until he's made enough money to um...buy back Jean. This place will have to work...what have you been eating, Kat?"she questioned, noticing the red and yellow saliva still dripping from her mouth. "Not crayons again. I don't feel like having multi-colored puke everywhere..."
"Not crayons. It was um...cookies. The funny little dude with the apron made cookies and they were multi-colored."
"If I followed you home would you keep me?"
Ashley and Kat both turned to look at Tristan. He had leaned up against the wall beside Natasha who was playing with an accustic guitar; she continued to fix it as if she hadn't heard him. Her full attention was on the red and black guitar, none of it shifted to Tristan.
Tristan spoke louder,"IF I FOLLOWED YOU HOME WOULD YOU KEEP ME?"
"Do you honestly want an answer to that?"she replied, running her fingers across the strings of the guitar. She played a few more chords, smiling up at him as her fingers flexed on the strings.
"...Yes..."
Talons exited from her hands once they'd moved off the guitar. She held them up so Tristan could see, bringing one close enough to his nose that it almost cut it.
"No, I wouldn't keep you because one of three options would happen. 1)my father would kill you 2)my employer would kill you or 3)I'd kill you."
Laughter broke out around the room from everyone except Tristan who turned slightly red. His gaze went to the ground and he moved away from Natasha.
Clomping footsteps similar to a horse came. Everyone's attention went to the door.
Angel appeared, still wearing those enormously heeled sneakers except that now the shoes and most of her clothes were covered in smudges of color and she held several glass bottles in each hand. "Has anyone ever decorated a room before?"
Ashley nodded, slowly.
Kat jumped up and down. "We painted the X-jet before!"
Angel gave her a weird look. "Right...John said we can chose one room to decorate in the house and have all the alcohol we could find if we leave him alone. Who wants to help?"
Cheering and applause filled the air.
"Guess that's a yes......"
Alright that's it for now. Who would the audience like to see chaperone with Pyro? Everyone must vote in their review....one or two people. Relatives of any of the characters are out of the question-No Remy, No Logan, No Rogue, No Sabre-anyone else; chose at your own risk.
Next Chapter: The roommates try to give a paint job to one of the rooms.....with alcohol and permanent markers. Got a room prefrence?
Disclaimer: RETRIBUTION X is property of Anything but Ordinary3, given to me for this story only and shall only play a visitation. *shakes head* I don't own Pyro but everything else....is property of my warped mind.
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"We don't know anyone that calls them self Retribution X, Angel." Tara stood and walked over to look down from the window. Her gaze went straight to the large van before she turned around.
Footsteps echoed down the hall along with some shrill shrieking that might have once been counted as singing.
"My ears, my ears..." Natasha clamped her hands over her ears and retreated into the next room, muttering incoherently about hating her father.
Just as Tara was about to speak three figures darkened the doorway. Two woman-one glaring and one singing offkey and a two men-simply there.
John stared blankly for a moment then stood, studying the newcomers. "Who would you be, mates?"
Oh god we're getting more roommates. Maybe these won't be quite so damn irritating...where's Logan when I need him?
Mr. Orleans appeared behind them. His expression was smug along with that damn infuriating grin of his. "These, John, would be the new housemates or roommates if you'd prefer."
"What?!" The question was asked by several people at once, everyone except Natasha who was glowering at the singing girl in rage and Angel who sat at the window, watching everything going on.
"Your roommates. Kat Jacobs, Ashley Donovan, Richard(does he have a last name?), and Tristan(does he have one too?)..."
There was only one word of description for Kat Jacobs-SCARY. She had strawberry blonde hair and brown eyes along with the horribly off-key singing voice of hers. Her clothes were camoflauge and black at the moment(I remember you describing her dressed that way in one of the fics so I'm keeping her in that), making her look like a commando captain; scary thoughts crossed each and everyone else's minds.
Ashley Donovan brought on one thought to both Tara and Angel-COOL. To Russ it was a diffrent thought-HOLY HELL, SHE'S HOT! She was short, around Tara's heigth, maybe a little over with an attractive appearance even with her mouth curled into that combination of a sneer/smirk. In his opinion it made her look much more attractive.
Richard inspired the thought of-I DON'T LIKE HIM.
Tristan didn't bring anything to mind except-....
"Eleven kids?! That's ludacris...there's no way I can watch eleven kids alone and finish my novel! How dare you..." John grabbed the lighter from beside his plate and created a giant evil-looking Mardi Gras Mask that swooped down to attack the grinning man.
The grin vanished but laughter replaced it from Kat.
"Pyro!" In the next instant his mask had turned into a giant foot and begun stomping across the kitchen toward Corey's dark corner. If possible it grew bigger with Kat's "help".
John stared, transfixed then glowered at her. "Have we met, shelia?"
"Yeah! I can create and control fire...you can only control it! Nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, I'm better then Pyro!"
"I'll show you better!"
"Children, that's enough!" Mr. Orleans glowered at them both. "Get rid of that fiery foot."
No sooner had he finished speaking the foot ran at a wall, went through, and landed on the ground below; screams rang out from the people below. Laughter echoed from Kat while Pyro simply looked upset about being beaten again.
"I'm well aware that's quite difficult, John. There's a request out to the audience for a second and possibly third chaperone within the house...whoever is chosen will be here in two days. Until then...Ashley will help you keep things under control,"Mr. Orleans stated, turning toward the waiting four. "Welcome to your new home."
Kat looked around for a moment. "I smell bacon!" She dived at the table, grabbing up the reddish-colored meat on the table and running off down the hall.
Richard and Ashley stared for the moment it took Natasha to return to the table.
Russ juggled a few forks. "Look what I can do, Ashley."
She glanced at him then rolled her eyes. "How nice, really."
"Um, I didn't cook bacon, John...what did she eat?" Angel climbed down from the window ledge, looking confusedly at her friend.
All eyes went to Russ who was cheerfully whistling while fork juggling. Corey slinked out of the room, hissing once more.
"What did she eat?"Richard questioned, staring at him hard.
Russ swallowed. "Well, I wanted to feed the alley cats outside so I mixed up some cat food and um...bacon grease."
Silence for a moment then Ashley shrugged.
"She'll live. Do you have a phone? I need to check if The Brady Bunch is still trying to kill us ...do you have any alcohol? I might need a few drinks afterwards."
"Who's The Brady Bunch?" Tara stared at the girl, confused.
"Scott and Jean of course...who else?"
o_0
"I can show you where the phone is!"Russ said, jumping up so fast that the silverware he'd been juggling clattered to the floor and scittered in every direction. He held out his arm to Ashley, bent like one of those guys from the telly vision. "M'lady?"
She stared then turned away. "The phone?"
"Right this way,"he mumbled, turning furiously red. "Maybe I can even show you something..else, like my bedroom?"
His voice echoed back then a scream as something like lightening flashed in the next room. Tristan and Richard both cringed before sinking into the now vacant chairs at the table.
"Well what's for dinner? Has to be better than Kat's cooking..."Richard asked, looking through the contents of the table. "Ashley'll take care of your friend."
"I have a novel to finish. You will all behave...Angel, make them behave." John stomped off, muttering about needing to revise his novel and kill certain characters; his door slammed a little while later.
Richard tilted his head after a moment. "What kind of a name's Angel?"
"Mine."
SEVERAL HOURS, SEVERAL DRINKS, SEVERAL ARGUMENTS LATER
"KAT!"
The twenty-something year-old looked up from coloring on the wall in the hall.
"Who's there? Bobby, is this a joke? Bobby!"
Ashley's voice echoed loudly throughout the room again.
The entire wall was engulfed by flames, burning buildings, and large purple and black striped candy canes. She looked around a moment then shoved the crayons into her mouth, dashing off down the hall toward the sound of the voice.
Ashley, Richard, Russ, Tristan, and Natasha were sitting in the room having a drink. No one had seen any of the others for quite some time except Angel who had been heard quite often, several diffrent places.
"Vhag?"Kat questioned, smiling and showing two rows of color-speckled teeth. Blue and green saliva ran from one corner of her mouth and dripped onto the carpet.
Ashley stared a moment then shook her head, pouring herself another drink. She watched for another moment.
"Scott said we can't come home until he's made enough money to um...buy back Jean. This place will have to work...what have you been eating, Kat?"she questioned, noticing the red and yellow saliva still dripping from her mouth. "Not crayons again. I don't feel like having multi-colored puke everywhere..."
"Not crayons. It was um...cookies. The funny little dude with the apron made cookies and they were multi-colored."
"If I followed you home would you keep me?"
Ashley and Kat both turned to look at Tristan. He had leaned up against the wall beside Natasha who was playing with an accustic guitar; she continued to fix it as if she hadn't heard him. Her full attention was on the red and black guitar, none of it shifted to Tristan.
Tristan spoke louder,"IF I FOLLOWED YOU HOME WOULD YOU KEEP ME?"
"Do you honestly want an answer to that?"she replied, running her fingers across the strings of the guitar. She played a few more chords, smiling up at him as her fingers flexed on the strings.
"...Yes..."
Talons exited from her hands once they'd moved off the guitar. She held them up so Tristan could see, bringing one close enough to his nose that it almost cut it.
"No, I wouldn't keep you because one of three options would happen. 1)my father would kill you 2)my employer would kill you or 3)I'd kill you."
Laughter broke out around the room from everyone except Tristan who turned slightly red. His gaze went to the ground and he moved away from Natasha.
Clomping footsteps similar to a horse came. Everyone's attention went to the door.
Angel appeared, still wearing those enormously heeled sneakers except that now the shoes and most of her clothes were covered in smudges of color and she held several glass bottles in each hand. "Has anyone ever decorated a room before?"
Ashley nodded, slowly.
Kat jumped up and down. "We painted the X-jet before!"
Angel gave her a weird look. "Right...John said we can chose one room to decorate in the house and have all the alcohol we could find if we leave him alone. Who wants to help?"
Cheering and applause filled the air.
"Guess that's a yes......"
Alright that's it for now. Who would the audience like to see chaperone with Pyro? Everyone must vote in their review....one or two people. Relatives of any of the characters are out of the question-No Remy, No Logan, No Rogue, No Sabre-anyone else; chose at your own risk.
Next Chapter: The roommates try to give a paint job to one of the rooms.....with alcohol and permanent markers. Got a room prefrence?