Disclaimer: Yup. Marvel's psycho. No, not like Jean.
(An: Ok, yeah, I know that last chap. was really wierd, but like I said, I was sooo totally hyper then. I'm better now though. Hopefully. Anyway, I LIKED the last chapter. Didn't I mention I have a very sick mind? Yup. Ok, so tell me if you got any ideas for... THE BATTLE OF THE BANDS!!! (You'll have to imagine the deep announcer-ish voice.) So now that my evil plot's in the open, I'm just waiting for feedback here. grins)
Everyone was sitting in the common room. The prof' had pulled the plug on the band, for now anyway, while he got Logan some serious mental treatment. (Yeah, old joke, I know. Had to play some card for PYRO'S DRAMATIC ENTRANCE, though. Ahh. Being in control is SOOO wonderful.)
There was a thud, a crash, and a very loud scream.
Everyone turned to the door. Then they turned right back.
"Just Scott and Jean passing out from lack of air again. No worries." (Yup, had to put that in there. Jott bashing is just so much FUN!)
Then the door opened.
Pyro staggered in, his clothes equally ripped and burned, his face covered in lipstick, and old beer on his breath. Colossus was close behind, trying feverishly to explain something. (Did I forget to mention he joined the X- men too? The team, not the band.)
"Ahh, come on, I told you it wasn't my fault!"
"Ahh, just shut up, mate! It's your fault those sheilas showed up, isn't it?"
"Well, um, yeah, I guess."
"So then it IS your fault. End of story." Pyro stormed into the common room and plopped down on the couch. Everyone ignored him, as they were used to him doing that kinda thing. (You know, being gone all night, and ending up arguing with Colossus about sex? Yeah, that does tend to happen a lot.)
Rogue walked in then. "Band meetin' in five!" she called.
=FIVE MINUTES LATER, THE GARAGE=
The X-men (The band this time) were sitting in the garage, waiting for Rogue to show up. Apparently, she was going to discuss the Battle of The Bands with them. She walked into the room, doing her usual glare-of-death at everyone present. (Except Kurt, Kitty, and Remy. .:nudge, nudge, wink, wink:.)
"Ok, first order of business. Pyro's "night on the town." (Think Doctor Evil from Austin Powers. You know, the finger thing?) Pyro, what have we told you about destroying the town?"
John shifted in his seat.
"The town is public property. NOT mine to destroy."
"Very good. Second order of business." She whipped out a poster advertising (.:drum roll, please:.) the BATTLE OF THE BANDS!!! "Who wants to do this?" Every single hand went up. "That's settled then." She looked over at Scott, who had his hand up. "What?!?"
"You know what I think?", asked Scott cheerfully. He farted, then grinned.
Rogue rolled her eyes, then went over and zapped him.
"Third order of business. Who wants to shove Scott and Jean off a cliff?" Every hand went up, except for Scott and Jean's.
"Right. That's settled then. Now that that's out of the way, you can all go back to your pathetic little lives. I have work to do." (.:insert southern accented evil laughter:.)
(Yup. 'Nother shortie. Still just filler.)
(An: Ok, yeah, I know that last chap. was really wierd, but like I said, I was sooo totally hyper then. I'm better now though. Hopefully. Anyway, I LIKED the last chapter. Didn't I mention I have a very sick mind? Yup. Ok, so tell me if you got any ideas for... THE BATTLE OF THE BANDS!!! (You'll have to imagine the deep announcer-ish voice.) So now that my evil plot's in the open, I'm just waiting for feedback here. grins)
Everyone was sitting in the common room. The prof' had pulled the plug on the band, for now anyway, while he got Logan some serious mental treatment. (Yeah, old joke, I know. Had to play some card for PYRO'S DRAMATIC ENTRANCE, though. Ahh. Being in control is SOOO wonderful.)
There was a thud, a crash, and a very loud scream.
Everyone turned to the door. Then they turned right back.
"Just Scott and Jean passing out from lack of air again. No worries." (Yup, had to put that in there. Jott bashing is just so much FUN!)
Then the door opened.
Pyro staggered in, his clothes equally ripped and burned, his face covered in lipstick, and old beer on his breath. Colossus was close behind, trying feverishly to explain something. (Did I forget to mention he joined the X- men too? The team, not the band.)
"Ahh, come on, I told you it wasn't my fault!"
"Ahh, just shut up, mate! It's your fault those sheilas showed up, isn't it?"
"Well, um, yeah, I guess."
"So then it IS your fault. End of story." Pyro stormed into the common room and plopped down on the couch. Everyone ignored him, as they were used to him doing that kinda thing. (You know, being gone all night, and ending up arguing with Colossus about sex? Yeah, that does tend to happen a lot.)
Rogue walked in then. "Band meetin' in five!" she called.
=FIVE MINUTES LATER, THE GARAGE=
The X-men (The band this time) were sitting in the garage, waiting for Rogue to show up. Apparently, she was going to discuss the Battle of The Bands with them. She walked into the room, doing her usual glare-of-death at everyone present. (Except Kurt, Kitty, and Remy. .:nudge, nudge, wink, wink:.)
"Ok, first order of business. Pyro's "night on the town." (Think Doctor Evil from Austin Powers. You know, the finger thing?) Pyro, what have we told you about destroying the town?"
John shifted in his seat.
"The town is public property. NOT mine to destroy."
"Very good. Second order of business." She whipped out a poster advertising (.:drum roll, please:.) the BATTLE OF THE BANDS!!! "Who wants to do this?" Every single hand went up. "That's settled then." She looked over at Scott, who had his hand up. "What?!?"
"You know what I think?", asked Scott cheerfully. He farted, then grinned.
Rogue rolled her eyes, then went over and zapped him.
"Third order of business. Who wants to shove Scott and Jean off a cliff?" Every hand went up, except for Scott and Jean's.
"Right. That's settled then. Now that that's out of the way, you can all go back to your pathetic little lives. I have work to do." (.:insert southern accented evil laughter:.)
(Yup. 'Nother shortie. Still just filler.)