Sorry for taking so long guys, I'll be updating this slower since I'm
crossed between writers block and school. Yuck! I wanna thank you guys
cause ur reviews make me a happy camper. I hope this chapter doesn't suck
too much...anyway, if u got the time and u like drunk people and OC's read a
fic called ROADTRIP! that me and three other people are writing. The
authors name is Scitzyjadedcookiechaos, go ahead to the search button, ya
know u want to. Anyway review guys, I hope to manage my time so my updates
are faster...I say this in every chapter, school sux!
Oh yeah and think Miss Cleo!
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Ororo made a complete U-turn when she was far enough away from the institute and went to do her evening job. The money Xavier paid her wasn't enough to buy her more stylish floral print skirts and head bands, so she decided to take on an extra job.
She arrived at the studio and got her make up done before settling in front of the camera, her blue eyes darted around nervously and she made sure that her accent was in check.
"Okay Ororo, you're on in three, two, one!" the director said.
The camera turned on and we find ourselves in front of an African woman wearing a brightly printed turban and dress. Before her was a crystal ball.
"Allo everyone! I am miss 'Ro and I am in hea to tell da fyucha!" Loud clapping is heard from the studio. "Now all ya have ta do is call da numba flashin' on da screen and for a dolla fity a minute I tell ya what ya wanna know." A ringing sound is heard and Miss 'Ro speaks loudly to oblivion. "well hea is our first calla!"
"Hello, ith thith Miss 'Ro?" a familiar voice asks.
"Why yes chil', what be ya name?" she asks.
"Um, well my name ith Logan," a dog barks in the background. "Quiet down poopthie! Anyway, and I'm an arieth."
"Okay, well Logan, now what is ya questan?!"
"Um, do you thee any love for me in the future, I'm feeling a lil lonely," he added.
"Let me check my balls, chil'! Oh! Aheeeyawah! Eeweetunoki! Da fyucha is appearin'. My sources tell me dat love will knock on your door when ya least expect it!" Miss 'Ro says, and hides the New York Times under her table, the Horoscope section in clear view. "Next Calla!"
"Hi dis is Arrnold Schwarrrzenegger not Piotr Rrrasputin aka Colossus from da Acolytes, I am a Taurres and I would like to know if I am to become da next president, or anithing of dat naycha?" He asked. Piotr checked to make sure the others where in their rooms sleeping, he heard some salsa coming from Remy's room.
"Well let me see, rubbin' my balls, rubbin my balls! Ee deedle deedle dum! Cracka smacka smacka! I got it! No!"
"Hitler! I shall burn down Caleefornya!" He says passionately.
"dat's fine chil'," and then she hung up on him. "Who is my next calla?"
"Hello, this is Xavier and I'm disabled, my legs were crushed under a meteor when Superman landed on earth. And I would like you to join my school for frea-I mean gifted youngsters," he said. Miss 'Ro looked around and shuddered nervously.
"Um okay, send da info to my mailbox P.O. 20023 at Hollywood, Everest. Next calla!"
"Hi! Mah name's Rogue and I'ma Pisces...No no! I'm a Sagittarius," she said. Miss 'Ro got confused. "Ah was wonderin' if there was any chance for a Hispanic man in mah future?" she asked.
"Let me see chil'. Woeeeum woahum! Woeeeum woahum! Ah yes, I see sometin'! I see ya going into Belview Mental Hospital! Next!"
"Ello Biddy, this is a young man in need of some Psychic influence."
"What is ya sign?" Miss 'Ro asked, a little jealous at his accent.
"Well luv, I'm a Scorpio. I'd like ta know if I'll ever have the chance with this girl named Wanda," the guy asks.
"Da Crystal ball tells me dat she will find out da truth soon enough. Now da show is ova! My psychic friends can take da rest of ya calls, good night and tune in tomorrow!" Miss 'Ro said.
Ororo changed into her regular clothes and made her way back to the institute. She parked in the garage and when she walked into the living saw a bald man doing back flips and yelling 'Whoopee!' but when she blinked Xavier came wheeling in.
"I have good news Ororo, it seems that we now have a new mutant who will be joining us at the institute," he said. And Ororo smiled weakly. She made her way up to the room and cursed when right in front of Wolverine's door was a pile of poop.
"Damn it, I told Logan to clean up after himself," and with that she left.
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Not as amusing as I hoped...I'ma give up writing all together, no more fan fics for me! Anyway review and tell me I suck!
Oh yeah and think Miss Cleo!
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Ororo made a complete U-turn when she was far enough away from the institute and went to do her evening job. The money Xavier paid her wasn't enough to buy her more stylish floral print skirts and head bands, so she decided to take on an extra job.
She arrived at the studio and got her make up done before settling in front of the camera, her blue eyes darted around nervously and she made sure that her accent was in check.
"Okay Ororo, you're on in three, two, one!" the director said.
The camera turned on and we find ourselves in front of an African woman wearing a brightly printed turban and dress. Before her was a crystal ball.
"Allo everyone! I am miss 'Ro and I am in hea to tell da fyucha!" Loud clapping is heard from the studio. "Now all ya have ta do is call da numba flashin' on da screen and for a dolla fity a minute I tell ya what ya wanna know." A ringing sound is heard and Miss 'Ro speaks loudly to oblivion. "well hea is our first calla!"
"Hello, ith thith Miss 'Ro?" a familiar voice asks.
"Why yes chil', what be ya name?" she asks.
"Um, well my name ith Logan," a dog barks in the background. "Quiet down poopthie! Anyway, and I'm an arieth."
"Okay, well Logan, now what is ya questan?!"
"Um, do you thee any love for me in the future, I'm feeling a lil lonely," he added.
"Let me check my balls, chil'! Oh! Aheeeyawah! Eeweetunoki! Da fyucha is appearin'. My sources tell me dat love will knock on your door when ya least expect it!" Miss 'Ro says, and hides the New York Times under her table, the Horoscope section in clear view. "Next Calla!"
"Hi dis is Arrnold Schwarrrzenegger not Piotr Rrrasputin aka Colossus from da Acolytes, I am a Taurres and I would like to know if I am to become da next president, or anithing of dat naycha?" He asked. Piotr checked to make sure the others where in their rooms sleeping, he heard some salsa coming from Remy's room.
"Well let me see, rubbin' my balls, rubbin my balls! Ee deedle deedle dum! Cracka smacka smacka! I got it! No!"
"Hitler! I shall burn down Caleefornya!" He says passionately.
"dat's fine chil'," and then she hung up on him. "Who is my next calla?"
"Hello, this is Xavier and I'm disabled, my legs were crushed under a meteor when Superman landed on earth. And I would like you to join my school for frea-I mean gifted youngsters," he said. Miss 'Ro looked around and shuddered nervously.
"Um okay, send da info to my mailbox P.O. 20023 at Hollywood, Everest. Next calla!"
"Hi! Mah name's Rogue and I'ma Pisces...No no! I'm a Sagittarius," she said. Miss 'Ro got confused. "Ah was wonderin' if there was any chance for a Hispanic man in mah future?" she asked.
"Let me see chil'. Woeeeum woahum! Woeeeum woahum! Ah yes, I see sometin'! I see ya going into Belview Mental Hospital! Next!"
"Ello Biddy, this is a young man in need of some Psychic influence."
"What is ya sign?" Miss 'Ro asked, a little jealous at his accent.
"Well luv, I'm a Scorpio. I'd like ta know if I'll ever have the chance with this girl named Wanda," the guy asks.
"Da Crystal ball tells me dat she will find out da truth soon enough. Now da show is ova! My psychic friends can take da rest of ya calls, good night and tune in tomorrow!" Miss 'Ro said.
Ororo changed into her regular clothes and made her way back to the institute. She parked in the garage and when she walked into the living saw a bald man doing back flips and yelling 'Whoopee!' but when she blinked Xavier came wheeling in.
"I have good news Ororo, it seems that we now have a new mutant who will be joining us at the institute," he said. And Ororo smiled weakly. She made her way up to the room and cursed when right in front of Wolverine's door was a pile of poop.
"Damn it, I told Logan to clean up after himself," and with that she left.
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Not as amusing as I hoped...I'ma give up writing all together, no more fan fics for me! Anyway review and tell me I suck!