Bayville High School (Inside one of the classrooms)
"Does anyone know what we're going to discuss today?" Nanaki asked with glared toward the back of the classroom. Her gaze settled on a group of football players. "Problems, Duncan?" Her voice was low and conversational but held a warning.
"Of course not. I was just...admiring your figure," he said with a smug smirk. Several of his friends snickered, making Nanaki's expression darken further. She stood still but tapped her nails against the chalk board in a slow rhythm; she seemed to be waiting for a further explanation. None was given.
"Then maybe you can tell us what this is..?" she asked with a brief gesture toward a drawing that had been, distastefully tacked to the nearby bulletin board. It showed all the parts of the human body, male and female but was devoid of any form of explanation or words. She made a sweeping gesture to show the upper part of the body.
Duncan's mouth worked for a moment then slammed shut as he shook his head.
"I didn't think so. If you intend to pass my class, you will do something other than gawk at females and make rude observations or comments. Are we understood?" Her tone remained conversational but her eyes spoke a depth of violence that had him nodding and staring at his desk. Silence continued. "Now first..."
The lecture went well for the next forty-five minutes then turned into a discuss of the differences in male and female hormones before moving on to the homework assignment for the day. The answer to her final question was the last straw since one of her original, much threatened students provided the answer.
"Are there any questions? .....Landon."
"I think I need some extra help with this course. Could we meet at my house...say around eight o'clock?" Landon asked, leaning back in his chair and giving her a view of his empty sheet of paper. He hadn't written a thing all period long.
Nanaki slammed her hand onto the desk. "Class is dismissed early. Leave!" She waited until the students were leaving then came to stand in front of Landon, shoving him back into his seat with one chair. It took little effort since he obviously knew he was in trouble. "You're staying."
"Quality time, Nanaki?" he quipped, smirking.
One...two...three...four
"Why all of a sudden do you have to behave like this? I don't appreciate your comments and don't tell me some bullshit story, Landon, I've known you long enough to tell the difference in the two. You got out of that phase after our first talk...or do you need a refresher course in medievil torture, with Celesta?" she demanded, glaring at her student with a look that could have frozen fire. It was that bad.
Landon just shook his head. "I'd rather not. I still have scars; what makes you think something is wrong with me...?"
"I've dealt with you for five years...I've learned enough to know most of my students' behavior, almost ritualistic, if you ask me," she said with a pointed glance at his empty sheet of paper. He didn't say anything but instead turned back a few pages to a page covered in writing; he had taken notes, unreadable but notes. "Then what's the problem?"
"None. I just wanted to bug you..."
Her expression darkened and her eyes took on a slight red tint, but the green didn't vanish. "Don't do it. WE don't like it."
Landon gave her a salute and stood, picking up his stuff. "Sure thing, Nanaki Celesta Lucifer Creed." He gave her a smirk then walked out with only the sound of his shoes to show that he had even been there.
Why do we insist on teaching here, Nanaki?
"I haven't figured that out yet."
When you do figure it out, tell me. Most of these kids barely pay attention to what we tell them.
"Angel and Tara listen. There's others...at least I think there are others," Nanaki mumbled then noticed that the back wall had been decorated by a group of would be artists with paint pens and pencils. It held several anti-mutant slogans and even more designs that more than likely stood for things that were along the same lines.
Still think they listen?
She mumbled a couple of things under her breathe then hit her head against the wall several times. This motion continued until she became aware that someone else had entered the room and was hanging around the doorway, watching. She didn't have to look up to know who had found her smacking her head against the wall in irritation and self-annoyance.
"That ain't exactly the healthiest thing in the world, darlin'."
Nanaki glared in his direction. "What do you know about health? You don't exactly fit a Gatorade AD yourself, Logan," she growled, ignoring Celesta's voice in her head.
Can we hurt him again?
"You students are walking the halls but the class period isn't over. Want to explain why?" She thought a moment then shook her head.
"No."
"Unable to handle your own students?" Logan walked into the room, glancing around then noticed the graffitti on the back wall. He ignored it in favor of looking around the rest of the room. "It looks like you have things under control."
"Logan?"
"Yeah, Creed?"
"Fuck you."
"I assume you learned such language from Sabretooth?" he asked, walking around the classroom despite her anger.
"Get out of my classroom."
Her head was starting to hurt since Celesta wouldn't shut up. It had gotten to be that way a lot lately since she'd begun holding conversations again. It wasn't easy, or even normal, to pretend there was nothing going on when your split personality wanted to play mind games; to put it simply, it sucked. Her students didn't help any since the majority of them, at least the originals, found Celesta to be cool except Tara. Her only encounter with Celesta had freaked her out for good.
"Why do you always have to be so damn impotent?"
"Impotent?!"
Logan, Nanaki, that's enough. Your language choice is appalling especially considering I've recieved several different reports from students. I'd much rather you keep your language abscent, Nanaki...and, Logan? Stop provoking her.
Can I hurt him now?
Be quiet, Celesta!
Sheesh, some folks are so touchy about things...
"Do you have a point to being here, Logan? State it and leave." Nanaki crossed her arms across her arms and glared at him, willing him to leave her classroom. It wouldn't have done any good to try and force him; he would have more than likely come back again.
"I thought you'd like to know that you have to chaperone at the Halloween dance..."
"What dance..?"
"It's a new thing to get the different schools bonded together. Kelly and Xavier's idea...you have chaperone duty. No costumes except for students," he said then gave her a knowing look before heading out.
"I don't do dances...especially not chaperoning."
"Not my problem, Creed." His voice was the only thing that came back since he'd walked out the door.
...You should have let me kill him...
Shut up, Celesta!
Relationship Counseling Meeting #2 3:30 p.m.
Jean smoothed a non-exsistant wrinkle from her khaki pants then flicked dirt from her entirely too pink shirt. She smiled at the entrance of their last two Relationship Counseling members then cleared her throat, slipping one hand into Scott's; the move appeared to make him uncomfortable.
"We're ready to discuss our dates now, aren't we? Did anyone figure out the point behind the dates Scott and I set up for you?" she asked, returning to her overly perky guidance counselor voice. She looked around the circle while waiting for an answer.
Scott mumbled one, though it was just loud enough to be heard. "To drive us all crazy."
"No, Scott. The point was to allow you each to appreciate the significant other you've found at the moment or realize that you need to break things off with your significant other for whatever reason there may be. Who would like to start our discussion of lessons learned from these dates?" She waited a few moments, looking around the circle until it became clear no one would volunteer, willingly.
They just need a little boost, she though, using her telekenesis to make Remy raise his hand. "Yes, Remy?"
Remy looked confused a moment then shook his head. "De devil y'know is better den de devil y'don't know."
"Ah ain't no devil, swamp rat!" Rogue smacked him...again.
Jean ignored them. "Juilus?"
"Never go out with a valley girl whose vocabulary fails after the words like and whatever," he said, glanced over at Kitty then shuddered. "Ugh."
Angel rolled her eyes and petted his head. "Poor, poor baby."
"Angel?" Scott said, taking the next name on the list since Jean seemed preoccupied with twirling a strand of her hair and reading something. "What did you learn?"
"Snake guys aren't so bad. They're even romantic," she said then tried to cover a laugh when Juilus spoke.
"And I'm not?!"
"No."
"Rogue?"
"Ah hate lovey-dovey music." The strange part to this statement was that something like a smile, or similar, crossed her face when they mentioned the date. Rogue actually looked normal for once, minus the make-up and creepy clothes.
The gesture was lost on Remy. "Remy would never do dat, chere."
"The jury's still out, swamp rat..."
Jean had now finished reading and returned to her group of adolescents, offering them each a smile. She folded one legs over the other and patted one of Scott's hands, holding it in hers. "I had a date with the new wood shop teacher, Damien, and I learned that strip clubs are fun," she said with a completly serious expression. The others took this as omen, apparantly, and began to laugh; several fell out of their chairs and onto the floor.
"Jean Grey, you went to a strip club?!" Scott came out of his chair so fast that it fell over, knocking over a can of coke which spilled into the keyboard. The computer glowed for a moment then shot sparks.
Jean blinked then nodded. "Yes, Scott."
"Why?"
"...Damiens works there," Natasha pointed out, sharpening one of her nails with a knife or something. It moved slowly and in a steady rhythm.
Jean continued around them once she got her boyfriend sitting again. "How was your date with Jubilee, dear?"
He shuddered and twitched, a slight one. "Too much yellow. Too much yellow. Too much yellow....." The chant continued for several minuts.
The entire group stared at him. "Oh, get over it!" they yelled as a union then became occupied with other things.
"It's okay, sweetie," Jean said before giving him a kiss. "I won't let the scary little yellow girl bother you anymore. How was your date, Natasha?"
"Never go anywhere with a date that doesn't bath, especially when you have enhanced senses," Natasha mumbled before sharpening her nails some more. Jax just stared at her with a look of confusion and distaste.
"Last one, since Lance is absent today. Jax?"
"Walking plagues can be fun. She's not so bad, Juilus. If you don't want her, can I have her?" he asked, looking completly serious. Natatsha smacked him in the back of the head before he even got out 'have her'; this was followed by the pointing of her knife at him. It had no effect.
"My angel," Julius said with a glare in his friend's direction, putting one arm around her. Angel smiled. "You can't have her. Mine. Mine. Mine."
I think we've helped them see how important love is, Jean thought with a pleasant smile. Now I can get on with my studying...and maybe go back to the strip club to watch Damien some more. Scott doesn't have to know why I want to go to the club...but first...
"How many of you feel more secure in your relationship?" Every hand went up. "How many of you are aware now of how important your significant other is?" Every hand went up again. "Is everyone now positive of what direction their relationship is taking, good or bad?" The routine continued for another six questions until the last one. "Now I want you all to give your significant other a kiss."
Angel shook her head. "Boys have cooties," she pointed out after standing and attempting to remove Juilus' arm. It failed.
"Kiss and you can leave. It's imparative that we see what the way you kiss says about your relationship at this point," Jean said, walking to the door and opening it. "Kitty, you may leave since Lance is gone. Rogue, Gambit."
Kitty left. Rogue and Gambit approached but instead of kissing they hugged; it was the best those two could get. She didn't notice that once they reached the hallway she smacked him, mumbling something about "stop trying to feel on me". Angel and Julius were next.
"I still think boys have cooties," she mumbled under her breathe but gave him a brief kiss. He caught hold of her head and held it longer before she shoved him. "I have to wash my mouth out now...blech!"
Jean frowned. "Not a good sign, but it's a start."
Jax and Natasha's kiss deserved a parental advisory sticker, though there weren't any avaliable.
"Remember the first meeting...affection is good if gone about appropriatly. That was not appropriate..." The poor redhead looked ready to faint at any moment. Her mouth frowned and her eyes held disapproval. "Try using nice, polite kissing."
Jax stared at her. "You need therapy, lady. Lots and lots and lots of therapy," he said before walking out and joining his friends.
"HEY! We've got the perfect idea for Halloween!" Russ's voice split the air seconds before he ran up to them accompanied by Tara, Kellie, and Landon. He focused on his friends as Rogue and Remy walked off with a good two feet between them; Landon watched this with a scowl. "Read this poster."
Angel took the poster and read it aloud as the others crowded around to see. It was orange with a combination of black and bright blue writing. "Halloween Get-To-Know-You Dance. Bayville High Gym. Starting at 9 p.m. and going through 2 a.m. Costumes a must. Seven dollars for tickets then concession stands foods. Omigod, are these people for real?" she asked, looking around the circle. Her amused expression was mirrored by every one of her friends.
"We're allowed to wear Halloween costumes here? Katherine never let us wear 'em since Angel and a couple of others have issues with anything they can't see the face of, namely clowns and halloween masks."
"Can I help it that I developed clown phobia at a young age?"
Tara shrugged. "I'm afraid of blenders."
"What?!" The others stared until she shrugged and took the poster, spitting several globs of sticky goo onto the back. She placed it against a row of lockers and banged for a moment until it stuck and held.
"I have the perfect idea...circle up guys...no masks required..." Kellie motioned with one hand and they circled up, beginning to whispher and talk among themselves. It only took a few moments for them to hear and understand the plan; it would actually be quite fun to see the reactions to their new costumes. "Halloween's in two days so we have to do the break tonight. Who can get out...?"
Random Line from Next Chapter:
"You do know we're breaking into a maximium secruity institute full to the brim with mutants, students and several faculty members, right?" There was a nod. "And that doesn't bother you the least, little bit?!"
"No. Do you want to pull off Halloween or not..?"
"Yeah...but I refuse to dress like the good son.... Tara..? Russ..? Hello...?"
"Does anyone know what we're going to discuss today?" Nanaki asked with glared toward the back of the classroom. Her gaze settled on a group of football players. "Problems, Duncan?" Her voice was low and conversational but held a warning.
"Of course not. I was just...admiring your figure," he said with a smug smirk. Several of his friends snickered, making Nanaki's expression darken further. She stood still but tapped her nails against the chalk board in a slow rhythm; she seemed to be waiting for a further explanation. None was given.
"Then maybe you can tell us what this is..?" she asked with a brief gesture toward a drawing that had been, distastefully tacked to the nearby bulletin board. It showed all the parts of the human body, male and female but was devoid of any form of explanation or words. She made a sweeping gesture to show the upper part of the body.
Duncan's mouth worked for a moment then slammed shut as he shook his head.
"I didn't think so. If you intend to pass my class, you will do something other than gawk at females and make rude observations or comments. Are we understood?" Her tone remained conversational but her eyes spoke a depth of violence that had him nodding and staring at his desk. Silence continued. "Now first..."
The lecture went well for the next forty-five minutes then turned into a discuss of the differences in male and female hormones before moving on to the homework assignment for the day. The answer to her final question was the last straw since one of her original, much threatened students provided the answer.
"Are there any questions? .....Landon."
"I think I need some extra help with this course. Could we meet at my house...say around eight o'clock?" Landon asked, leaning back in his chair and giving her a view of his empty sheet of paper. He hadn't written a thing all period long.
Nanaki slammed her hand onto the desk. "Class is dismissed early. Leave!" She waited until the students were leaving then came to stand in front of Landon, shoving him back into his seat with one chair. It took little effort since he obviously knew he was in trouble. "You're staying."
"Quality time, Nanaki?" he quipped, smirking.
One...two...three...four
"Why all of a sudden do you have to behave like this? I don't appreciate your comments and don't tell me some bullshit story, Landon, I've known you long enough to tell the difference in the two. You got out of that phase after our first talk...or do you need a refresher course in medievil torture, with Celesta?" she demanded, glaring at her student with a look that could have frozen fire. It was that bad.
Landon just shook his head. "I'd rather not. I still have scars; what makes you think something is wrong with me...?"
"I've dealt with you for five years...I've learned enough to know most of my students' behavior, almost ritualistic, if you ask me," she said with a pointed glance at his empty sheet of paper. He didn't say anything but instead turned back a few pages to a page covered in writing; he had taken notes, unreadable but notes. "Then what's the problem?"
"None. I just wanted to bug you..."
Her expression darkened and her eyes took on a slight red tint, but the green didn't vanish. "Don't do it. WE don't like it."
Landon gave her a salute and stood, picking up his stuff. "Sure thing, Nanaki Celesta Lucifer Creed." He gave her a smirk then walked out with only the sound of his shoes to show that he had even been there.
Why do we insist on teaching here, Nanaki?
"I haven't figured that out yet."
When you do figure it out, tell me. Most of these kids barely pay attention to what we tell them.
"Angel and Tara listen. There's others...at least I think there are others," Nanaki mumbled then noticed that the back wall had been decorated by a group of would be artists with paint pens and pencils. It held several anti-mutant slogans and even more designs that more than likely stood for things that were along the same lines.
Still think they listen?
She mumbled a couple of things under her breathe then hit her head against the wall several times. This motion continued until she became aware that someone else had entered the room and was hanging around the doorway, watching. She didn't have to look up to know who had found her smacking her head against the wall in irritation and self-annoyance.
"That ain't exactly the healthiest thing in the world, darlin'."
Nanaki glared in his direction. "What do you know about health? You don't exactly fit a Gatorade AD yourself, Logan," she growled, ignoring Celesta's voice in her head.
Can we hurt him again?
"You students are walking the halls but the class period isn't over. Want to explain why?" She thought a moment then shook her head.
"No."
"Unable to handle your own students?" Logan walked into the room, glancing around then noticed the graffitti on the back wall. He ignored it in favor of looking around the rest of the room. "It looks like you have things under control."
"Logan?"
"Yeah, Creed?"
"Fuck you."
"I assume you learned such language from Sabretooth?" he asked, walking around the classroom despite her anger.
"Get out of my classroom."
Her head was starting to hurt since Celesta wouldn't shut up. It had gotten to be that way a lot lately since she'd begun holding conversations again. It wasn't easy, or even normal, to pretend there was nothing going on when your split personality wanted to play mind games; to put it simply, it sucked. Her students didn't help any since the majority of them, at least the originals, found Celesta to be cool except Tara. Her only encounter with Celesta had freaked her out for good.
"Why do you always have to be so damn impotent?"
"Impotent?!"
Logan, Nanaki, that's enough. Your language choice is appalling especially considering I've recieved several different reports from students. I'd much rather you keep your language abscent, Nanaki...and, Logan? Stop provoking her.
Can I hurt him now?
Be quiet, Celesta!
Sheesh, some folks are so touchy about things...
"Do you have a point to being here, Logan? State it and leave." Nanaki crossed her arms across her arms and glared at him, willing him to leave her classroom. It wouldn't have done any good to try and force him; he would have more than likely come back again.
"I thought you'd like to know that you have to chaperone at the Halloween dance..."
"What dance..?"
"It's a new thing to get the different schools bonded together. Kelly and Xavier's idea...you have chaperone duty. No costumes except for students," he said then gave her a knowing look before heading out.
"I don't do dances...especially not chaperoning."
"Not my problem, Creed." His voice was the only thing that came back since he'd walked out the door.
...You should have let me kill him...
Shut up, Celesta!
Relationship Counseling Meeting #2 3:30 p.m.
Jean smoothed a non-exsistant wrinkle from her khaki pants then flicked dirt from her entirely too pink shirt. She smiled at the entrance of their last two Relationship Counseling members then cleared her throat, slipping one hand into Scott's; the move appeared to make him uncomfortable.
"We're ready to discuss our dates now, aren't we? Did anyone figure out the point behind the dates Scott and I set up for you?" she asked, returning to her overly perky guidance counselor voice. She looked around the circle while waiting for an answer.
Scott mumbled one, though it was just loud enough to be heard. "To drive us all crazy."
"No, Scott. The point was to allow you each to appreciate the significant other you've found at the moment or realize that you need to break things off with your significant other for whatever reason there may be. Who would like to start our discussion of lessons learned from these dates?" She waited a few moments, looking around the circle until it became clear no one would volunteer, willingly.
They just need a little boost, she though, using her telekenesis to make Remy raise his hand. "Yes, Remy?"
Remy looked confused a moment then shook his head. "De devil y'know is better den de devil y'don't know."
"Ah ain't no devil, swamp rat!" Rogue smacked him...again.
Jean ignored them. "Juilus?"
"Never go out with a valley girl whose vocabulary fails after the words like and whatever," he said, glanced over at Kitty then shuddered. "Ugh."
Angel rolled her eyes and petted his head. "Poor, poor baby."
"Angel?" Scott said, taking the next name on the list since Jean seemed preoccupied with twirling a strand of her hair and reading something. "What did you learn?"
"Snake guys aren't so bad. They're even romantic," she said then tried to cover a laugh when Juilus spoke.
"And I'm not?!"
"No."
"Rogue?"
"Ah hate lovey-dovey music." The strange part to this statement was that something like a smile, or similar, crossed her face when they mentioned the date. Rogue actually looked normal for once, minus the make-up and creepy clothes.
The gesture was lost on Remy. "Remy would never do dat, chere."
"The jury's still out, swamp rat..."
Jean had now finished reading and returned to her group of adolescents, offering them each a smile. She folded one legs over the other and patted one of Scott's hands, holding it in hers. "I had a date with the new wood shop teacher, Damien, and I learned that strip clubs are fun," she said with a completly serious expression. The others took this as omen, apparantly, and began to laugh; several fell out of their chairs and onto the floor.
"Jean Grey, you went to a strip club?!" Scott came out of his chair so fast that it fell over, knocking over a can of coke which spilled into the keyboard. The computer glowed for a moment then shot sparks.
Jean blinked then nodded. "Yes, Scott."
"Why?"
"...Damiens works there," Natasha pointed out, sharpening one of her nails with a knife or something. It moved slowly and in a steady rhythm.
Jean continued around them once she got her boyfriend sitting again. "How was your date with Jubilee, dear?"
He shuddered and twitched, a slight one. "Too much yellow. Too much yellow. Too much yellow....." The chant continued for several minuts.
The entire group stared at him. "Oh, get over it!" they yelled as a union then became occupied with other things.
"It's okay, sweetie," Jean said before giving him a kiss. "I won't let the scary little yellow girl bother you anymore. How was your date, Natasha?"
"Never go anywhere with a date that doesn't bath, especially when you have enhanced senses," Natasha mumbled before sharpening her nails some more. Jax just stared at her with a look of confusion and distaste.
"Last one, since Lance is absent today. Jax?"
"Walking plagues can be fun. She's not so bad, Juilus. If you don't want her, can I have her?" he asked, looking completly serious. Natatsha smacked him in the back of the head before he even got out 'have her'; this was followed by the pointing of her knife at him. It had no effect.
"My angel," Julius said with a glare in his friend's direction, putting one arm around her. Angel smiled. "You can't have her. Mine. Mine. Mine."
I think we've helped them see how important love is, Jean thought with a pleasant smile. Now I can get on with my studying...and maybe go back to the strip club to watch Damien some more. Scott doesn't have to know why I want to go to the club...but first...
"How many of you feel more secure in your relationship?" Every hand went up. "How many of you are aware now of how important your significant other is?" Every hand went up again. "Is everyone now positive of what direction their relationship is taking, good or bad?" The routine continued for another six questions until the last one. "Now I want you all to give your significant other a kiss."
Angel shook her head. "Boys have cooties," she pointed out after standing and attempting to remove Juilus' arm. It failed.
"Kiss and you can leave. It's imparative that we see what the way you kiss says about your relationship at this point," Jean said, walking to the door and opening it. "Kitty, you may leave since Lance is gone. Rogue, Gambit."
Kitty left. Rogue and Gambit approached but instead of kissing they hugged; it was the best those two could get. She didn't notice that once they reached the hallway she smacked him, mumbling something about "stop trying to feel on me". Angel and Julius were next.
"I still think boys have cooties," she mumbled under her breathe but gave him a brief kiss. He caught hold of her head and held it longer before she shoved him. "I have to wash my mouth out now...blech!"
Jean frowned. "Not a good sign, but it's a start."
Jax and Natasha's kiss deserved a parental advisory sticker, though there weren't any avaliable.
"Remember the first meeting...affection is good if gone about appropriatly. That was not appropriate..." The poor redhead looked ready to faint at any moment. Her mouth frowned and her eyes held disapproval. "Try using nice, polite kissing."
Jax stared at her. "You need therapy, lady. Lots and lots and lots of therapy," he said before walking out and joining his friends.
"HEY! We've got the perfect idea for Halloween!" Russ's voice split the air seconds before he ran up to them accompanied by Tara, Kellie, and Landon. He focused on his friends as Rogue and Remy walked off with a good two feet between them; Landon watched this with a scowl. "Read this poster."
Angel took the poster and read it aloud as the others crowded around to see. It was orange with a combination of black and bright blue writing. "Halloween Get-To-Know-You Dance. Bayville High Gym. Starting at 9 p.m. and going through 2 a.m. Costumes a must. Seven dollars for tickets then concession stands foods. Omigod, are these people for real?" she asked, looking around the circle. Her amused expression was mirrored by every one of her friends.
"We're allowed to wear Halloween costumes here? Katherine never let us wear 'em since Angel and a couple of others have issues with anything they can't see the face of, namely clowns and halloween masks."
"Can I help it that I developed clown phobia at a young age?"
Tara shrugged. "I'm afraid of blenders."
"What?!" The others stared until she shrugged and took the poster, spitting several globs of sticky goo onto the back. She placed it against a row of lockers and banged for a moment until it stuck and held.
"I have the perfect idea...circle up guys...no masks required..." Kellie motioned with one hand and they circled up, beginning to whispher and talk among themselves. It only took a few moments for them to hear and understand the plan; it would actually be quite fun to see the reactions to their new costumes. "Halloween's in two days so we have to do the break tonight. Who can get out...?"
Random Line from Next Chapter:
"You do know we're breaking into a maximium secruity institute full to the brim with mutants, students and several faculty members, right?" There was a nod. "And that doesn't bother you the least, little bit?!"
"No. Do you want to pull off Halloween or not..?"
"Yeah...but I refuse to dress like the good son.... Tara..? Russ..? Hello...?"