AT THE JAIL 9:15
"Ashley? This is Tristan...can you come get me..? Where am I? I'm in jail...the police arrested me...for what? I'm not even sure!" He through up his hands then caught the phone again. "Can you come get me? Please."
X-MANSION 9:25
"Come on, Cajun...it's time to figure out what those kids are up to and where Pyro went to. So help me, if something's happened to any of them..." Logan let the threat trail off as he grabbed his coat in one hand and Gambit's arm with the other, pulling him with him out the door.
"Dat Angel in so much trouble dat Remy don' even want to deal wit' her,"he fumed on their way outside but allowed himself to be led anyway. He climbed into the car with Logan but said nothing else. His attention went to the road in front of them.
"This is all Natasha Creed's fault."
"Of course...who else's fault would it be?"Remy scowled, forgetting his accent for a moment before recovering. "Dere's no one else to cause such vicious behavior in mon ange and de young frog."
"Tadpole."
"Who cares?"
THE UNREAL WORLD HOUSE 9:45
"I know a bus driver that gets on everybody's nerves, everybody's nerves, everybody's nerves. I know a bus driver that gets on everybody's nerves, everybody's nerves, everybody's nerves and his name is RICHARD." The voices echoed from the depth of the closet. Kellie's screech covered most of Derek's singing but it was present none the less; the even weirder part was Corey's singing.
"For the sixteenth time, THERE. IS. NO. BUS. OR. DRIVER." Richard stared at his barely drank at all beer, leaning back against one wall. He was sitting on top of one end of the cooler, staring at the door where their voices came from. "Shut up already."
Silence echoed from the closet for all of ten minutes before the next verse began.
"Another one bites the bus-ah.another one bites the bus-ah.and another comes on,and another comes on.another one bites the bus.Hey!He's gonna sit by you. Another one bites the bus." It repeated over and over again, unaware that some of the words were wrong especially the biting buses part.
"Corey, if you don't shut up I'm sending Ash in there." Richard's threat hung in the empty air. No one breathed or even sang for a long moment. He began to worry that one of them had killed the others or died of shock. "Um...Corey...? Derek...? Kellie..?"
There came a thump. Yes, that was it. A THUMP.
"Oh no...ASHLEY, THEY'RE ESCAPING!"he screamed after a moment, glancing out the window in time to see Kat's head appear outside. He didn't move from his cooler or put down his beer. "ASHLEY!"
IN FRONT OF THE UNREAL WORLD HOUSE 10:09
"This isn't something in my job description, Gumbo...let's go. Somewhere in there are Tara and Angel." Logan switched off the car engine and lights, trying to ignore the three figures circling his car.
Their clothes were covered with the white remains from sticking duct tape to something for a long period of time. Kat's hair stuck out in every direction with flecks of spit in it while the other two weirdos simply looked...freakishly inhuman.
He looked down, feeling a hand on his. Remy's hand had come to rest on his.
"Logan, mon ami, hold me. De chil'ren be scary..."
Logan jerked his hand away then got out, hitting the kid named Derek in the stomach with his door in the process. It barely slowed him beyond-"You will pay, Kitty cat."
"LOGAN!" Kat's scream earned a wince and his mutterings before he stomped off, followed closely by a shivering Remy who inched cautiously away from Kat. She reminded him of a large beast stalking it's prey.
"Don' leave Remy, mon ami!"
"I have a child to find. Either walk faster or get left...if I were you I'd worry more about Angel then Tara. Wait...an old friend's here."
Remy groaned. "Not de ex again..."
"No. My old friend, not yours."
"Ohhhh, de cat. Remy see,"he said, nodding as if he understood. He looked around the room then shrugged. "De angel not here."
Logan's blades exited. "Angel isn't but Tara and some guy are..." While Remy walked off to find his own ward he stalked closer, watching the scene before him. Tara stood on top of a table in the middle of doing what MIGHT have been salsa dancing if not for the fact that they stood on top a table...a very small, round table.
"TARA TOYNBEE, WHAT THE BLOODY HELL ARE YOU DOING AND WITH...HIM?"
His outburst suprised the would-be dancers so much that they fell from the table, plummeting to them doom. In this case, though, doom was simply a hard fall.
ANGEL'S BEDROOM 10:17
"Remy swear dat Angel be grounded for de rest of her...life." Remy knocked on the door to the bedroom he'd become familiar with as hers. It made a hollow sound but no other sound came from within the room's depth. Silence a moment longer then something fell against the floor; no other sound. "Angel!"
Still no response. Strange since usually she'd answer rather then listen to his whining. He tried the knob then picked the lock, pushing the door inward. "Angel Blade-Lebeau, if y' only knew how much trouble y--"he started but stopped, taking in the two figures 'entangled' on the bed. "Who de hell is dis?"
Natasha's slightly astonished face met his over the shoulder of her 'friend'. "Uh...Hi, Remy."
"Natasha, where's mon ange?"Remy demanded, glowering until the two grew uncomfortable and tried to seperate from each other.
Natasha swallowed for a moment. "She was talking to Julius last time I saw her; I think they went for a walk...you're not gonna tell my dad about this are you, Remy?"she questioned, looking the slightest bit worried at the notion.
He shook his head. " 'Course not, petite. Mon ange went for a walk?"
She nodded.
"Remy thanks you." He gave a mock bow then walked out, leaving the door wide open. "Oh, Remy forgot somet'ing...KITTY CAT! TASHA HAVING TOO MUCH FUN!"
"REMY!"
After a few moments Sabretooth appeared in the bedroom doorway, growling.
"Hi, Dad...?"
Growling.
"Uh, this is Jax."
Louder growling.
"That's my cue to leave,"Jax mumbled, jerking on his clothes and almost running from the room. He slid past Sabre into the hall then ran off. "See you, Tasha."
"I can explain, Dad..."
Growling.
HIGHLIGHTER YELLOW BEDROOM 10:19
Remy stalked through the halls, checking random bedrooms no with no result except to wake several of the housemates and find Ashley in the shower. His hair was still singed from her 'missed' lightening bolt; it stuck out in all directions at the very bottom.
"Remy's hair always been his most beau (beautiful) feature.." He tried the door of a room with the words HILIGHTER ROOM written across the door. Someone wasn't able to spell very well. "Dis better be Angel. Mon petite already grounded 'til she turn seventy."
He opened the door and looked in, instantly retrieving several cards from one of his pockets. His red on black eyes shifted to anger as the cards burst into red color.
At the moment he was seeing a very different side of his ward. This side of Angel was laying under some shirtless guy with her eyes closed, allowing him to do just about anything he wanted. Her hands ran across his back which had several beginning to heal scars present; her shirt was at least halfway undone.
Remy cleared his throat. "Angel, Remy came to visit."
In the next instant she had bolted up, shoving her little 'play mate' off herself and onto the floor. Her hair had come undone from however she'd had it put up but her eyes were cloudy and darker from what was obviously drinking.
"Ah, Remy, cher, what brings this..um, visit?"she asked, trying to retie her shirt with little success.
The play mate had recovered by now. "Who the hell is this?"
"Angel's father,"he scowled, tossing one of the cards at him. It exploded but missed; just barely. "How old you t'ink she be, garçon?"
"Seventeen."
"Non, Angel be fifteen. She be a minor and dis be illegal....now get."
"That's rude, Remy! Bye, Julius."
Julius, as she's called him, grabbed his shirt then slipped out just as Remy threw a few more cards at him.
Angel glowered at him, brushing some hair out of her eyes. Her expression showed a combination of confusion and irritation. "Remy, Angel's seventeen. Eighteen in a few months...Angel is allowed to be entertaining!"
"Non, Angel isn't. Remy say Angel grounded 'til she turn seventy-six,"he said, walking over and catching hold of her arm tightly to get her up. It was hard to make her stand despite her tripping over her own feet; one was bare and the other still wore a boot. "Congradulations."
FRONT ENTRY HALL OF THE UNREAL WORLD HOUSE 10:25
Juilus, Jax, and Landon met up at the door, all scrambling to get out. They ran straight into each other which ended with them in a large heap of flailing body parts.
Landon looked between them. "What happened to you, Julius? Thought you were getting laid..."
"She's fifteen. What happened to you, Jax? Thought yours was really willing."
"Ouch. Her dad came in...Landon?" Jax straightened himself out the fastest then coughed, recovering from their fall. He helped his friend up then vanished out the door.
"We're discussing that..let's just leave."
Three shouts followed their retreat.
"Tara Toynbee, do you have any idea how much trouble you're in!?"
"Angel Elizabeth Blade-Lebeau!"
"Natasha Elizabeth Creed!"
John Allerdyce a.k.a Pryo entered to hear three more shouts. These were uttered by three teenagers, all of who were in trouble for bad behavior.
"Logan!"
"Dad!"
"I swear I ain't drunk!"
Outside a police car pulled up. Ashley and Tristan stepped out only to be greeted by Kat, Kellie, and Derek's voodoo dancing and chanting. Corey had vanished into the night, screaming about 'cruel and undeserved torture beyond his control'.
John slammed his manuscript for his novel down. "This is why I don't leave, mates..."
"Ashley? This is Tristan...can you come get me..? Where am I? I'm in jail...the police arrested me...for what? I'm not even sure!" He through up his hands then caught the phone again. "Can you come get me? Please."
X-MANSION 9:25
"Come on, Cajun...it's time to figure out what those kids are up to and where Pyro went to. So help me, if something's happened to any of them..." Logan let the threat trail off as he grabbed his coat in one hand and Gambit's arm with the other, pulling him with him out the door.
"Dat Angel in so much trouble dat Remy don' even want to deal wit' her,"he fumed on their way outside but allowed himself to be led anyway. He climbed into the car with Logan but said nothing else. His attention went to the road in front of them.
"This is all Natasha Creed's fault."
"Of course...who else's fault would it be?"Remy scowled, forgetting his accent for a moment before recovering. "Dere's no one else to cause such vicious behavior in mon ange and de young frog."
"Tadpole."
"Who cares?"
THE UNREAL WORLD HOUSE 9:45
"I know a bus driver that gets on everybody's nerves, everybody's nerves, everybody's nerves. I know a bus driver that gets on everybody's nerves, everybody's nerves, everybody's nerves and his name is RICHARD." The voices echoed from the depth of the closet. Kellie's screech covered most of Derek's singing but it was present none the less; the even weirder part was Corey's singing.
"For the sixteenth time, THERE. IS. NO. BUS. OR. DRIVER." Richard stared at his barely drank at all beer, leaning back against one wall. He was sitting on top of one end of the cooler, staring at the door where their voices came from. "Shut up already."
Silence echoed from the closet for all of ten minutes before the next verse began.
"Another one bites the bus-ah.another one bites the bus-ah.and another comes on,and another comes on.another one bites the bus.Hey!He's gonna sit by you. Another one bites the bus." It repeated over and over again, unaware that some of the words were wrong especially the biting buses part.
"Corey, if you don't shut up I'm sending Ash in there." Richard's threat hung in the empty air. No one breathed or even sang for a long moment. He began to worry that one of them had killed the others or died of shock. "Um...Corey...? Derek...? Kellie..?"
There came a thump. Yes, that was it. A THUMP.
"Oh no...ASHLEY, THEY'RE ESCAPING!"he screamed after a moment, glancing out the window in time to see Kat's head appear outside. He didn't move from his cooler or put down his beer. "ASHLEY!"
IN FRONT OF THE UNREAL WORLD HOUSE 10:09
"This isn't something in my job description, Gumbo...let's go. Somewhere in there are Tara and Angel." Logan switched off the car engine and lights, trying to ignore the three figures circling his car.
Their clothes were covered with the white remains from sticking duct tape to something for a long period of time. Kat's hair stuck out in every direction with flecks of spit in it while the other two weirdos simply looked...freakishly inhuman.
He looked down, feeling a hand on his. Remy's hand had come to rest on his.
"Logan, mon ami, hold me. De chil'ren be scary..."
Logan jerked his hand away then got out, hitting the kid named Derek in the stomach with his door in the process. It barely slowed him beyond-"You will pay, Kitty cat."
"LOGAN!" Kat's scream earned a wince and his mutterings before he stomped off, followed closely by a shivering Remy who inched cautiously away from Kat. She reminded him of a large beast stalking it's prey.
"Don' leave Remy, mon ami!"
"I have a child to find. Either walk faster or get left...if I were you I'd worry more about Angel then Tara. Wait...an old friend's here."
Remy groaned. "Not de ex again..."
"No. My old friend, not yours."
"Ohhhh, de cat. Remy see,"he said, nodding as if he understood. He looked around the room then shrugged. "De angel not here."
Logan's blades exited. "Angel isn't but Tara and some guy are..." While Remy walked off to find his own ward he stalked closer, watching the scene before him. Tara stood on top of a table in the middle of doing what MIGHT have been salsa dancing if not for the fact that they stood on top a table...a very small, round table.
"TARA TOYNBEE, WHAT THE BLOODY HELL ARE YOU DOING AND WITH...HIM?"
His outburst suprised the would-be dancers so much that they fell from the table, plummeting to them doom. In this case, though, doom was simply a hard fall.
ANGEL'S BEDROOM 10:17
"Remy swear dat Angel be grounded for de rest of her...life." Remy knocked on the door to the bedroom he'd become familiar with as hers. It made a hollow sound but no other sound came from within the room's depth. Silence a moment longer then something fell against the floor; no other sound. "Angel!"
Still no response. Strange since usually she'd answer rather then listen to his whining. He tried the knob then picked the lock, pushing the door inward. "Angel Blade-Lebeau, if y' only knew how much trouble y--"he started but stopped, taking in the two figures 'entangled' on the bed. "Who de hell is dis?"
Natasha's slightly astonished face met his over the shoulder of her 'friend'. "Uh...Hi, Remy."
"Natasha, where's mon ange?"Remy demanded, glowering until the two grew uncomfortable and tried to seperate from each other.
Natasha swallowed for a moment. "She was talking to Julius last time I saw her; I think they went for a walk...you're not gonna tell my dad about this are you, Remy?"she questioned, looking the slightest bit worried at the notion.
He shook his head. " 'Course not, petite. Mon ange went for a walk?"
She nodded.
"Remy thanks you." He gave a mock bow then walked out, leaving the door wide open. "Oh, Remy forgot somet'ing...KITTY CAT! TASHA HAVING TOO MUCH FUN!"
"REMY!"
After a few moments Sabretooth appeared in the bedroom doorway, growling.
"Hi, Dad...?"
Growling.
"Uh, this is Jax."
Louder growling.
"That's my cue to leave,"Jax mumbled, jerking on his clothes and almost running from the room. He slid past Sabre into the hall then ran off. "See you, Tasha."
"I can explain, Dad..."
Growling.
HIGHLIGHTER YELLOW BEDROOM 10:19
Remy stalked through the halls, checking random bedrooms no with no result except to wake several of the housemates and find Ashley in the shower. His hair was still singed from her 'missed' lightening bolt; it stuck out in all directions at the very bottom.
"Remy's hair always been his most beau (beautiful) feature.." He tried the door of a room with the words HILIGHTER ROOM written across the door. Someone wasn't able to spell very well. "Dis better be Angel. Mon petite already grounded 'til she turn seventy."
He opened the door and looked in, instantly retrieving several cards from one of his pockets. His red on black eyes shifted to anger as the cards burst into red color.
At the moment he was seeing a very different side of his ward. This side of Angel was laying under some shirtless guy with her eyes closed, allowing him to do just about anything he wanted. Her hands ran across his back which had several beginning to heal scars present; her shirt was at least halfway undone.
Remy cleared his throat. "Angel, Remy came to visit."
In the next instant she had bolted up, shoving her little 'play mate' off herself and onto the floor. Her hair had come undone from however she'd had it put up but her eyes were cloudy and darker from what was obviously drinking.
"Ah, Remy, cher, what brings this..um, visit?"she asked, trying to retie her shirt with little success.
The play mate had recovered by now. "Who the hell is this?"
"Angel's father,"he scowled, tossing one of the cards at him. It exploded but missed; just barely. "How old you t'ink she be, garçon?"
"Seventeen."
"Non, Angel be fifteen. She be a minor and dis be illegal....now get."
"That's rude, Remy! Bye, Julius."
Julius, as she's called him, grabbed his shirt then slipped out just as Remy threw a few more cards at him.
Angel glowered at him, brushing some hair out of her eyes. Her expression showed a combination of confusion and irritation. "Remy, Angel's seventeen. Eighteen in a few months...Angel is allowed to be entertaining!"
"Non, Angel isn't. Remy say Angel grounded 'til she turn seventy-six,"he said, walking over and catching hold of her arm tightly to get her up. It was hard to make her stand despite her tripping over her own feet; one was bare and the other still wore a boot. "Congradulations."
FRONT ENTRY HALL OF THE UNREAL WORLD HOUSE 10:25
Juilus, Jax, and Landon met up at the door, all scrambling to get out. They ran straight into each other which ended with them in a large heap of flailing body parts.
Landon looked between them. "What happened to you, Julius? Thought you were getting laid..."
"She's fifteen. What happened to you, Jax? Thought yours was really willing."
"Ouch. Her dad came in...Landon?" Jax straightened himself out the fastest then coughed, recovering from their fall. He helped his friend up then vanished out the door.
"We're discussing that..let's just leave."
Three shouts followed their retreat.
"Tara Toynbee, do you have any idea how much trouble you're in!?"
"Angel Elizabeth Blade-Lebeau!"
"Natasha Elizabeth Creed!"
John Allerdyce a.k.a Pryo entered to hear three more shouts. These were uttered by three teenagers, all of who were in trouble for bad behavior.
"Logan!"
"Dad!"
"I swear I ain't drunk!"
Outside a police car pulled up. Ashley and Tristan stepped out only to be greeted by Kat, Kellie, and Derek's voodoo dancing and chanting. Corey had vanished into the night, screaming about 'cruel and undeserved torture beyond his control'.
John slammed his manuscript for his novel down. "This is why I don't leave, mates..."