A/N: Hello again! Sorry it took me so long to update last time. We had
spring break the week before last and I don't have the internet at home, so
I had to wait to abuse school property.
Plus, I was waiting for SickmindedSucker to review, but no... he/she/it decided to be antisocial. If you know SmS, got hit them and tell h/s/it to get his/her/its arss over here and review! Love the rest of you who reviewed, though! Muah! Squish and hugs!!!
PomegranateQueen: 1) cool screen name, me gusta mucho 2) ROMY fun's comin'! I promise! Just hang in there! 3) I bow down to the power of your pouty face.
This has been a public service announcement. Now go read.*********************** ***********************************************************************
Remy got up and stretched, much to St. John's enjoyment. "Wonder who I'm gonna take out t'night? No' too many good lookin' womenb in Bayville."
"'Cept the mutants," John pointed out. "Whatta 'bout the one you were hitting on the other day?"
Piotr shook his head. "She hit him with a book."
"Poe?"
"Tolstoy."
"Ouch!"
Remy frowned. "Yeah, I had a bruise on m' shoulder f'r a week."
"Sounds like your sort of girl, then, mate!" John grinned, grabbing a Sprite he'd strategically hidden in the fridge earlier that week, just now remembering that it was there.
Remy gave him a short stare before going to pick up the phone. He stood for a second, looking up at the ceiling, trying to remember a phone number. John watched in avid interest as Remy apparently remembered and started to dial. After a second, the person on the other line picked up.
"'Lo, uh, zis Lance?"
John laughed. "I thought you were straight! You should've said something!"
Piotr looked at Remy like he was crazy, and smacked John upside the head to get him to quiet down. He was wondering what his teammate was up to. Remy ignored them both.
"So, man, what's 'ere t' do in Bayville t'night?" he continued.
Lance went from wary to 'what the frick?' in record time. "Do you know what day it is?"
"Wednesday."
"This doesn't mean anything to you, does it?" Lance asked sarcastically.
"Lance, jus' gimme an idea."
"It's a Wednesday night, in _Bayville_. The only things open are the fast food joints, the museum, and Borders." Lance heard a crash from the next room. Hoping it was Pietro breaking stuff so that Lance could tell "Daddy" that his son was being destructive to the cause, Lance slammed the phone back on the hook and rushed off.
Remy sneered at the phone, turned it off, and put it back on the table with a derisive grunt. He sat down in the chair he'd recently gotten up out of, and tried to think about what to do. Suddenly, and before his friends could say a word, Remy hopped back up and tore to the garage, stopping only to grab his trench coat and a pair of sneakers- sans socks.
It wasn't until he was five blocks from his destination that he realized how STUPID he looked.
[Shit. Oh, well.]
Finally he made it to the Xavier Institute, where his "enemies" lived. Whatever. They were only his enemies because he was paid for them to be. Still, the only chicks in this town that were hot and matched his speed lived there, so there he went. And besides, he loved a challenge.
They were all just starting to eat dinner, or were about to judging by the very happy and well paid pizza delivery man driving away. Remy snuck around and climbed a tree to get over the wall. Getting closer to the house he heard lots of jumbled sounds and tried to find just the one he wanted. Hopefully Rogue would be cooperative today.
He heard the conversations of people in the kitchen and dining rooms, plates clunking; he heard the TV going- That '70's Show- and the adults telling the students to turn it down. Moving around the house, he found a room on the second story where Madonna was playing on somebody's radio. Then one where Justin Timberlake was trying to rap. Hmm.
Remy had to go nearly all the way around to find the one where Garbage was blaring something about when she grows up. Obviously Rogue _was_ going to play nice.
Just to make sure, he vaulted up onto the balcony and took a quick peek into the room. Rogue was lying on her bed, thumbing through a magazine. She took a pen out from behind her ear and wrote something on her arm- once she had pulled her sleeve back- then went on scanning the pages and nodding her head with the music.
Yup. Right room.
Now he really wanted to go back to Magneto's base so that he could change into some real clothes. He was not about to be seen in his chill clothes in public. He had to make a better impression than that.
=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+= A/N: Hoped you liked this chap. The next one is going to be kind of pointless, and involves doing laundry. Hey, even evil villains, or henchmen thereof, need to do laundry, too. And remember: get through that chapter, and stripping comes soon after!!!!!
Plus, I was waiting for SickmindedSucker to review, but no... he/she/it decided to be antisocial. If you know SmS, got hit them and tell h/s/it to get his/her/its arss over here and review! Love the rest of you who reviewed, though! Muah! Squish and hugs!!!
PomegranateQueen: 1) cool screen name, me gusta mucho 2) ROMY fun's comin'! I promise! Just hang in there! 3) I bow down to the power of your pouty face.
This has been a public service announcement. Now go read.*********************** ***********************************************************************
Remy got up and stretched, much to St. John's enjoyment. "Wonder who I'm gonna take out t'night? No' too many good lookin' womenb in Bayville."
"'Cept the mutants," John pointed out. "Whatta 'bout the one you were hitting on the other day?"
Piotr shook his head. "She hit him with a book."
"Poe?"
"Tolstoy."
"Ouch!"
Remy frowned. "Yeah, I had a bruise on m' shoulder f'r a week."
"Sounds like your sort of girl, then, mate!" John grinned, grabbing a Sprite he'd strategically hidden in the fridge earlier that week, just now remembering that it was there.
Remy gave him a short stare before going to pick up the phone. He stood for a second, looking up at the ceiling, trying to remember a phone number. John watched in avid interest as Remy apparently remembered and started to dial. After a second, the person on the other line picked up.
"'Lo, uh, zis Lance?"
John laughed. "I thought you were straight! You should've said something!"
Piotr looked at Remy like he was crazy, and smacked John upside the head to get him to quiet down. He was wondering what his teammate was up to. Remy ignored them both.
"So, man, what's 'ere t' do in Bayville t'night?" he continued.
Lance went from wary to 'what the frick?' in record time. "Do you know what day it is?"
"Wednesday."
"This doesn't mean anything to you, does it?" Lance asked sarcastically.
"Lance, jus' gimme an idea."
"It's a Wednesday night, in _Bayville_. The only things open are the fast food joints, the museum, and Borders." Lance heard a crash from the next room. Hoping it was Pietro breaking stuff so that Lance could tell "Daddy" that his son was being destructive to the cause, Lance slammed the phone back on the hook and rushed off.
Remy sneered at the phone, turned it off, and put it back on the table with a derisive grunt. He sat down in the chair he'd recently gotten up out of, and tried to think about what to do. Suddenly, and before his friends could say a word, Remy hopped back up and tore to the garage, stopping only to grab his trench coat and a pair of sneakers- sans socks.
It wasn't until he was five blocks from his destination that he realized how STUPID he looked.
[Shit. Oh, well.]
Finally he made it to the Xavier Institute, where his "enemies" lived. Whatever. They were only his enemies because he was paid for them to be. Still, the only chicks in this town that were hot and matched his speed lived there, so there he went. And besides, he loved a challenge.
They were all just starting to eat dinner, or were about to judging by the very happy and well paid pizza delivery man driving away. Remy snuck around and climbed a tree to get over the wall. Getting closer to the house he heard lots of jumbled sounds and tried to find just the one he wanted. Hopefully Rogue would be cooperative today.
He heard the conversations of people in the kitchen and dining rooms, plates clunking; he heard the TV going- That '70's Show- and the adults telling the students to turn it down. Moving around the house, he found a room on the second story where Madonna was playing on somebody's radio. Then one where Justin Timberlake was trying to rap. Hmm.
Remy had to go nearly all the way around to find the one where Garbage was blaring something about when she grows up. Obviously Rogue _was_ going to play nice.
Just to make sure, he vaulted up onto the balcony and took a quick peek into the room. Rogue was lying on her bed, thumbing through a magazine. She took a pen out from behind her ear and wrote something on her arm- once she had pulled her sleeve back- then went on scanning the pages and nodding her head with the music.
Yup. Right room.
Now he really wanted to go back to Magneto's base so that he could change into some real clothes. He was not about to be seen in his chill clothes in public. He had to make a better impression than that.
=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+= A/N: Hoped you liked this chap. The next one is going to be kind of pointless, and involves doing laundry. Hey, even evil villains, or henchmen thereof, need to do laundry, too. And remember: get through that chapter, and stripping comes soon after!!!!!