Disclaimer: Aah, who cares anyway?
(An: Ah yes, normalcy. Cool word, no?)
=REGULAR NARRATOR'S POV=
Rogue walked home, a pleasant happiness buzzing in her head. Today had been a good day. She'd gotten her band together, she had thwarted Pyro's plans, and she'd had a nice little chat with his psyche. Everything was good with her band, as long as Pyro only got a day in jail. She smiled.
As she walked into the mansion, she was bombarded with questions from everybody about Pyro and the like. Remy, hoping that she would be disoriented by all the attention, asked her out, but as usual she was shot down like a one winged duck. "It was the usual. Y'all know, going on a rampage, frying some police, killing poor Mr. 'hey you, with the donut.' Y'know, same ole, same ole.
(Ok, I've managed to fit Romy-ness in "tree girl", so here I go...)
The group disbanded and Rogue headed back to her room. Remy walked down the hallway, feeling sad. The sting of rejection was not as strong as it used to be, since he was used to it.
He felt sad. "Well, there's always the fabled fifth season," said Remy to himself. (Poor Evo Rems doesn't have a chance with Rogue. It's sad, really.) "There's always the comic me, at least."
He blinked himself out of his reverie and found himself in front of Rogue's door. "Always here, always. Let a girl get under your skin and you'll never stop."
Rogue opened her door suddenly, and, of course, smacked right into Remy.
"Get outa here Swamp rat!", said Rogue, bitchy as usual. Remy didn't even mention the fact that he'd just been standing there. He was depressed by this. (Yeah, yeah, I know what you're thinking. "Get a fic!" But I'll make this worth your while. I'll... I'll.. I know! I'll write a Romy fic with lots of humor and then I'll shut up about the matter forever. How about that?)
She pushed past him and didn't say anything else.
Remy sighed and retreated to her room, feeling very sorry for herself.
(So that was my little bit of Romy-ness. Sorrs to anybody who doesn't like Romy. I think that would be John. Thatsa about it. .:hee hee:. That chappy wasn't very funny though, was it?)
(An: Ah yes, normalcy. Cool word, no?)
=REGULAR NARRATOR'S POV=
Rogue walked home, a pleasant happiness buzzing in her head. Today had been a good day. She'd gotten her band together, she had thwarted Pyro's plans, and she'd had a nice little chat with his psyche. Everything was good with her band, as long as Pyro only got a day in jail. She smiled.
As she walked into the mansion, she was bombarded with questions from everybody about Pyro and the like. Remy, hoping that she would be disoriented by all the attention, asked her out, but as usual she was shot down like a one winged duck. "It was the usual. Y'all know, going on a rampage, frying some police, killing poor Mr. 'hey you, with the donut.' Y'know, same ole, same ole.
(Ok, I've managed to fit Romy-ness in "tree girl", so here I go...)
The group disbanded and Rogue headed back to her room. Remy walked down the hallway, feeling sad. The sting of rejection was not as strong as it used to be, since he was used to it.
He felt sad. "Well, there's always the fabled fifth season," said Remy to himself. (Poor Evo Rems doesn't have a chance with Rogue. It's sad, really.) "There's always the comic me, at least."
He blinked himself out of his reverie and found himself in front of Rogue's door. "Always here, always. Let a girl get under your skin and you'll never stop."
Rogue opened her door suddenly, and, of course, smacked right into Remy.
"Get outa here Swamp rat!", said Rogue, bitchy as usual. Remy didn't even mention the fact that he'd just been standing there. He was depressed by this. (Yeah, yeah, I know what you're thinking. "Get a fic!" But I'll make this worth your while. I'll... I'll.. I know! I'll write a Romy fic with lots of humor and then I'll shut up about the matter forever. How about that?)
She pushed past him and didn't say anything else.
Remy sighed and retreated to her room, feeling very sorry for herself.
(So that was my little bit of Romy-ness. Sorrs to anybody who doesn't like Romy. I think that would be John. Thatsa about it. .:hee hee:. That chappy wasn't very funny though, was it?)