Disclaimer: I don't own X-Men: Evolution. I have a low amount of money, though I might be getting a tutoring job; I just sit there and make sure the kid does his homework. I still wouldn't recommend sueing. Tara and the currently unpresent Nanaki are property of Takamo while other Ripley staff, Julius and the currently unpresent Natasha belong to another friend that got blocked off of I own all others that are unrecognizable....MINE!
whiterose934: Would you believe that most of these characters have at least one trait taken from a relative, friend, or myself? It's true.
Dark Angel60, furygrrl: The unrecognizeable characters come straight from my mind and are my property unless specified otherwise in the disclaimer. They were not crossed over from anything else, though some of them might appear to have crossed a boundary; this is not so.
Rogue woke up with a headache and a half from Kitty's alarm. It had rung entirely too early and on top of that had been the fact that her roommate had been up well into the night, giggling and talking with Lance; Rogue, herself had thrown the phone out the window sometime around one-thirty then flopped into bed.
The morning didn't improve. A quick count of the clothes in her room showed there was an outfit missing and she wasn't in the mood to look for it. Kitty was gone but there was the sound of singing from the bathroom, signifying that either her roommate or Jean were in the shower.
Could this morning go any worse? she thought, yanking a brush through her hair hard enough to rip out some hair. She stopped at the sudden pain and brushed a little slower, getting dressed and almost started applying make-up as normal until there came the sound of knocking on the door. She ignored it.
"Rogue, come answer the door!" the voice was only vaguely familiar as one of the new recruits.
Ignoring the girl would make her more persistent. With no other choice, Rogue stood and walked to the door, opening it only enough to see her visitor and for her visitor to see the death glared plastered across her make-up less mouth and face. "What do ya want?" she snarled without waiting for whatever she had to say.
"Happy Halloween!!!!" The teenager, now recognizeable as Jubilee, threw a handful of orange and black confetti into her face from the bag she held. She smiled for a moment then bolted down the hall, leaving a brief shower of sparks in her wake.
One...two...three...four... Rogue counted slowly as she closed the door and began applying make-up. It went without saying that she was rather pissed at the childish display; it was recognizeable enough that Kitty came in without a word, changed clothes, and bolted from the room. Seventeen...eighteen...nineteen...twenty....twenty-one...
"Where are Remy's boots?" came the next voice from the hallway followed by something hitting a wall and a couple more voices. The sounds startled her and she jerked the eyeliner pencil across her cheek, leaving a stand out black streak; she wiped it away then grabbed her stuff, storming into the hall.
Logan and Gambit, or Remy Lebeau to his female fan club, were standing in the hall. Both of their mouths were moving and neither seemed more angry then the other, though both their expressions changed at the sight of her. She knew it was rather intimidating to come into contact with her dark scowl and the very unlady-like pose she'd taken with her arms crossed and her legs shoulder length apart; she'd taken the position from Logan.
"What's eating you this morning, stripes?" Logan asked, using the nickname that sometimes infuriated her. This was one of those times.
"Yeah, chere. I t'ought y'liked Halloween...? It is de holiday for goths, non?" Remy said with a smile that would make another girl swoon. Rogue just stared without saying anything. "Y'be a very scary femme early in the morning, chere."
"Keep those comments up and ah'll show ya just how scary ah really can be," she replied then shoved beyond them and headed downstairs. A couple of the new recuits, minus Jubilee, were sitting on the steps with their school books and such, attempting homework that should have been done the night before. She walked around them and into the kitchen.
"I swear I didn't do anything this time! Why would I want to steal your clothes...? I'm not that desperate for fashion sense..."
Forget it. Ah'm gonna pick somethin' up on mah way to school, she decided, taking a quick glance around at the others. Most of them were talking and there seemed to be items missing from just about everyone of the older students' rooms. It was as though someone had snuck in and stolen all the stupid things while they were sleeping or out to dinner. Almost laughable, almost.
Bayville High
"What do you mean I'm already here? I haven't attended Bayville High in going on a year and a half!" Jean stared at the secretary, growing irritated. Her favorite outfit had been absent from her closet that morning then the secretary had informed her that she'd already checked into school, earlier that morning. There had to be a mistake. "Are you sure it's Jean Grey?" she asked, trying not to snap at the woman.
The woman sent her an icy look, reminicent of Rogue. "I'd recognize that wanna-be real hair color anywhere," the woman said before returning to her paperwork. She didn't look up again or acknowledge Jean's prescence any further nor Scott's beyond," You're listed here as well, Mr. Summers. A little Halloween prank...how cute and unoriginal."
"I just got to school! I have not signed in..." She glared at the woman then began to read her mind, scanning through things until she found the conversation earlier that morning. It started with a couple of students arriving...their clothes were the strange part. "Let's go, Scott. I just figured it out," Jean mumbled, catching one of his arms and yanking him from the office before he could protest. One look had him silent until they were going down the hall.
"Problem...?"
"We were cloned, Scott."
He stared at her. "Huh? You lost me on the cloned part.... are you feeling okay?" he asked after placing a hand to her forehead. She shoved it away.
Jean glared at him. "Come to the counseling office." She walked past him without a further word and entered the counseling office but stopped inside the doorway, pointing into the room where there was a copy of herself giving therapy to one of the new recruits. "Figured it out yet, Scott...?"
"I've become a clone!" he said with a horrified look. His clone was leaning against a wall, scowling and playing with something that looked like a knife; he started to wonder if it was. "How could this happen?"
"Good Morning, Angel," Jean greeted her clone with a tight-lipped scowl and cross of her arms. She flipped some of her hair over one shoulder and glowered at the younger girl. "Having fun?"
"Yes, very much. Thank you for asking, Ms. Grey," she replied in a perfectly manicured tone that matched her own so well it was scary. Her clothes and hair had also been altered to the point where it was a rather creepy clone thing going on. "Shall we talk again in...say, three days, Bobby?" Angel asked with a smile to the student before her.
Bobby nodded, mutely then stood, zombie-like and walked out of the room. He didn't even acknowledge either of the real counselors but looked rather shocked or out of it.
Julius offered a mock salute toward them both. His expression wasn't exactly pleased, but he did look somewhat like Scott; his hair color threw the entire deal off, though otherwise it was almost a perfect image. A scary fact when thought about too much.
"You're scheduled to have a meeting with a group of students in an hour. Have fun, Ms. Grey," Angel said, dumping her clipboard onto the table, grabbing her bag, and motioning to Juilus. She smiled like the angel her name implied she was. "Come on, sweetie. We have to get to classes, don't we..?"
Juilus grimaced at the pet name but followed her from the room, putting one arm around her in a brief hug. She pushed his arm away slightly when she lifted one of hers to straighten her hair. Jean and Scott watched until they reached a classroom; the two stopped and talked for a couple of moments, Angel making hand gestures. The bell rang.
Angel's voice echoed down the hall. "Have a good day, sweetie," she called then gave him a kiss on the cheek. He glared once she'd gone into the room; only once she was gone did he head toward his own class.
"Does that sound familiar to you...?" Jean asked with a quick look at her boyfriend. He didn't say anything but stared at the wall with a look that showed complete confusion; it wasn't a hard look for him to achieve. "Sweetie, are you okay?"
"Do I really act like that, Jean?" he asked, staring at the spot where Juilus had been moments before. His expression was vacant like someone who was thinking and hadn't done much in that department for quite a while.
She smiled and petted the top of his head, giving him a comforting hug. "Of course not, Scott. You're much better at it," she said, opting for truth rather then lying to the boy.
He nodded. "Okay."
Woodshop Class with Damien
"Jax...what's with the identity changes and the fact that Corey's running around in drag...?" Damien demanded after getting his class started on their next project, whatever they could make for their final grade that semester. It didn't take looking over to know at least half of them weren't doing their projects; he was also sure of what they'd be doing instead of their work. Julius, or what had been Julius the day before, was ignoring his work in favor of flirting with Natasha and adjusting his red tinted sunglasses; Natasha, for her part, was alternating between smiles and scowls.
The response to his question was accompanied by a handful of ice being thrown at him. "There's several reasons for the transformations, Damien. Have you noticed that Angel's gone red-headed, Julius is dressed like something out of a teen magazine, Tara's developed an accent, Landon's trying to teaching gym, Corey's in drag, Russ is blue, and Kellie thinks she can skateboard?" he asked, removing another handful of ice from his cooler and throwing it at other people.
Damien nodded. "Yeah..."
"It's Halloween. We're getting into the spirit like our head's always encouraged...how do you think we're doing so far?" Jax asked, smirking then sticking a piece into his mouth to crunch on. He chomped for a moment then swallowed the remaining pieces. There was no answer. "You think this is funny wait 'til after lunch. It'll be better..."
The speaker mounted onto the wall crackled for a moment then Katherine's voice filled the small room. It was her loud voice for addressing problem causers, but there was heavy amusement present in her words. "Attention, teachers. I need all Ripley students, wait, just those in costume, to report to Principal Kelly's office. This will not be a long meeting. A word to my students," she concluded after the announcement. There was silence present for a moment then she continued, voicing a new threat,"don't even think about skipping this meeting or I will make personal visits tonight."
"Guess that's us...Julius, knock it off!" There was no answer. "Scott!"
Julius looked up then stood, offering his arm to Natasha. It was ignored as she went past him, mumbling and scowling at anyone that caught her eye. "What did you need again..?"
Damien shook his head. "Office, now. Katherine wanted a meeting with you guys..."
Jax crunched on another handful of ice on their way out the door. He waited until they were outside then dropped the charade as a black scowl took over his face. "I hate this. Remind me again why I'm running around throwing ice at people and acting like a fifteen-year-old," he said on their walk to the office. It took a few moments for them to reach the office but the rest of the X-clones were already waiting.
"Oh, your shirt's wrinkled, Scott!" Angel moaned, rushing up to him and wiping at a wrinkle on his shirt. If anything, her hands made the wrinkle longer until she leaned up and kissed him on the cheek, leaving a bright lipstick smudge. "What will I ever do about your clothes..?"
"That's enough, Angel. Out of the character for the moment, please." Katherine came to the door of Kelly's office and stood there, arms crossed and one hip leaned against the door. She was dressed in her normal clothes of jeans, hiking boots, and a black sweatshirt that had long ago lost the logo across the front, though her usual bun was missing. "We need to have a serious conversation....Natasha, Juilus!"
Natasha smirked. "Sorry, Katherine," she said without any real apology. She followed the others into the office and took up residence around the doorway while giving Jax looks that could have killed a horse. It had no effect on him. "What did you call our meeting for..?"
Their headmaster took a seat on the edge of Pricipal Kelly's desk and folded her arms, waiting for them to quiet down. "Where exactly did you get the ideas for your halloween costumes?" she asked with an expression that was having a hard time remaining stern. She seemed almost ready to laugh but hid it well. "You are aware that you're mocking your fellow students, correct?"
Group nod.
"You have no problem with this idea?"
Another group nod.
"Then I guess there's nothing else to do. Do any of you know what I'm going to do?" Katherine requested after uncrossing her arms; long, blood red nails tapped against the wooden desk top. Group head shake. "I won't ask you to change your clothes or abandon your little charade but Angel, you have to change shirts. That's incredibly too small and tight...also you must answer to your own names instead of the X-Men's names, got it...?"
Angel nodded, placing one hand against her stomache. "Good. This shirt cuts off the circulation to my upper body and gives me no room to breathe," she said with a ragged breathe. She stuck her tongue out and made a face. "You got a shirt I can borrow, Katherine?"
She sighed. "Yes, Angel. I keep them just to make sure you and Tasha have something to wear when your normal clothes don't fit the school dress code. Jax, no more ice throwing in classes and Tara, please stop kissing people's hands; you're freaking some folks out, comprende?" she finished, raising one eyebrow and looking around at each of her students.
"Comprende, Katherine."
"Now get out of this office and back to what you people call lives. I call them stupidity with an outlet," Katherine said then went behind the desk, removing a bag. It was plastic and held several shirts; she tossed it to them. "Get a shirt, Angel, and go change. I expect you all to return to class now and behave...Natasha and Jax."
"I've been behaving! Name one thing I've done wrong today," Jax challenged, giving her a look that said he didn't think she could.
"Throwing ice at other students and teachers...or is that standard procedure?" Jax opened his mouth, but she interrupted him. "Don't answer that. Go to class, all of you."
Bayville High's Hall; Shortly After Lunch
Logan knew there was a problem when he realized his class was made up of seven lower classmen and none of the institute students. He'd seen clones of the majority of them so he'd figured one of the two, clone or not, would show up for his class. "Stripes, what is everyone trying to see?" he demanded, catching sight of the teen with the white streaks to her hair. He came up beside her and tried to see beyond the kids there.
"It's the funniest thang, Logan...there's quite the show going on right now," Rogue told him, elbowing a couple of folks out of the way and allowing him to see. At the center of the crowd of students, stood a couple of students that had gotten their names imprinted in his memory very fast. "Ah'm tryin' to figure out where it's goin'..."
"What do you mean we have to break-up?" The question was asked in shock and something like desperation. The asker wasn't any less desperate as she stared at her boyfriend and the guilty expression on his face.
He sighed. "We have to break up."
"How could you do this to us, Scott?" she demanded, staring at him with tears running down her cheeks. Mascara had run along with the tears but it still made her look like some sort of freakish clown. "Did our relationship mean nothing to you?!"
"What can I say, Jean? I've always had a soft spot for the gothic chicks..." He shrugged, opting for a helpless look then looked to the other side, removing a small jewlery box from within one of his pockets. He went to the girl standing there then took one of her hands, going down on one knee. "Will you marry me, Rogue?"
"Oh, Scott!"
Logan blinked. "What the..." His words trailed off then he spoke again, staring at the people before him. "Did you get a clone, Stripes, or am I imagining it?"
She shrugged. "It's Halloween. Stranger thangs have happened," she said with a half smirk. Her attention had wandered over the crowd and stopped on one of the other students; she shook her head but continued to watch him rather then the show.
"Yes, I will marry you, Scott!" Natasha threw her arms around Julius' neck and hugged him, tightly, giving him a kiss on the cheek. "And we'll have a wedding in the graveyard with black roses and everyone can come!"
This is definetly not the normal Halloween prank, Logan thought, wondering even more when he noticed that Rogue didn't appear offended. Most people would have been offended by such a bad imitation of themself, though she seemed to have slipped off. He looked around once and caught her walking off with one of the other students from Ripley; he didn't trust the guy. Where's someone in charge of these kids when you need them? I have no idea what they're doing or where they got the idea. Someone should lock them all inside a mental institute and close the place down...forever.
Applause interrupted his thoughts and he looked around. The students were applauding, minus those who had been made fun of and the ones that were present. Angel's crying had stopped and she was wiping mascara and tears from her face while Julius and Natasha stood nearby.
"Thank you," Angel said after a moment, taking a brief bow with her friends. Her expression had gone from tearful to highly amused within a matter of moments. The same with her fellow would-be actors. "If you enjoyed our show, there will be another showing later in the day or at the dance tonight. Stay tuned for the conclusion of..."
Julius slapped his hand over her mouth. "I think we'll be leaving now. We have French class now, don't we, Angel, Tasha?" he asked without removing his hand. He forced Angel's head to nod with his hand. "Hope you enjoyed the show."
With those words he turned and started away from them all, hand still over Angel's mouth and Natasha beside him. There was dead silence then the applause died down before the students began heading off to their classes, laughing and talking among themselves. Several of them gave Scott and Jean bizarre or amused looks.
Scott waited until they were alone. "I don't have a thing for gothic chicks or Rogue," he hurried to reassure his girlfriend then noticed she wasn't paying attention. "Jean..? Sweetie...? Honey..?"
"Am I really that hysterical about things?" she asked, pulling on a strand of her hair. She wound it around her finger a couple of times then began to chew on her bottom lip, looking around the empty halls. "Does my hair look that fake red color? Am I really that over dramatic? Do you really care about Rogue?"
"Yes. No. Sometimes. No," he said, answering each of her questions with what he thought were the correct. He turned out to be wrong.
Jean glared at him then yelled,"Scott!" before storming off fast enough to make someone's head spin. He frowned. "What did I do...? Jean!" He stood there for a couple moments, thinking then took off after her.
Logan watched this display then shook his head, wondering what had happened to the school. It had gone from slightly unorthidox to completly out there within a week or maybe more; the students Ripley were definetly making a statement. Their teachers were doing the same, he thought, remembering the too smart for her own good Irish teacher that was Sabretooth's neice.
"Logan...um...we have a problem..." came the sound of Kitty's voice from the gym where his classes were held. It was amused but also somewhat distressed, though only he could hear the distress in it. "...big...problem..."
He shook his head and started toward the gym, slamming the door in his wake. He stopped short to stare at his students then glowered. "How did you manage this in the amount of time since you got in here?!" he demanded, sweeping his gaze over the room for any guilty expressions. There were none. "No takers? ...then you all get punished. Dodgeball just became your game of the day..."
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"What do you mean you're watching us? It's a dance! What could we possibly do?"
John smirked, gesturing around them with his arms. "That's why I'm here...to see what you could possibly do, shelia. Go have fun and pretend I'm not even here..." he said then glanced around, noticing the refreshment table. "Oh look...an icy pumpkin..."
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whiterose934: Would you believe that most of these characters have at least one trait taken from a relative, friend, or myself? It's true.
Dark Angel60, furygrrl: The unrecognizeable characters come straight from my mind and are my property unless specified otherwise in the disclaimer. They were not crossed over from anything else, though some of them might appear to have crossed a boundary; this is not so.
Rogue woke up with a headache and a half from Kitty's alarm. It had rung entirely too early and on top of that had been the fact that her roommate had been up well into the night, giggling and talking with Lance; Rogue, herself had thrown the phone out the window sometime around one-thirty then flopped into bed.
The morning didn't improve. A quick count of the clothes in her room showed there was an outfit missing and she wasn't in the mood to look for it. Kitty was gone but there was the sound of singing from the bathroom, signifying that either her roommate or Jean were in the shower.
Could this morning go any worse? she thought, yanking a brush through her hair hard enough to rip out some hair. She stopped at the sudden pain and brushed a little slower, getting dressed and almost started applying make-up as normal until there came the sound of knocking on the door. She ignored it.
"Rogue, come answer the door!" the voice was only vaguely familiar as one of the new recruits.
Ignoring the girl would make her more persistent. With no other choice, Rogue stood and walked to the door, opening it only enough to see her visitor and for her visitor to see the death glared plastered across her make-up less mouth and face. "What do ya want?" she snarled without waiting for whatever she had to say.
"Happy Halloween!!!!" The teenager, now recognizeable as Jubilee, threw a handful of orange and black confetti into her face from the bag she held. She smiled for a moment then bolted down the hall, leaving a brief shower of sparks in her wake.
One...two...three...four... Rogue counted slowly as she closed the door and began applying make-up. It went without saying that she was rather pissed at the childish display; it was recognizeable enough that Kitty came in without a word, changed clothes, and bolted from the room. Seventeen...eighteen...nineteen...twenty....twenty-one...
"Where are Remy's boots?" came the next voice from the hallway followed by something hitting a wall and a couple more voices. The sounds startled her and she jerked the eyeliner pencil across her cheek, leaving a stand out black streak; she wiped it away then grabbed her stuff, storming into the hall.
Logan and Gambit, or Remy Lebeau to his female fan club, were standing in the hall. Both of their mouths were moving and neither seemed more angry then the other, though both their expressions changed at the sight of her. She knew it was rather intimidating to come into contact with her dark scowl and the very unlady-like pose she'd taken with her arms crossed and her legs shoulder length apart; she'd taken the position from Logan.
"What's eating you this morning, stripes?" Logan asked, using the nickname that sometimes infuriated her. This was one of those times.
"Yeah, chere. I t'ought y'liked Halloween...? It is de holiday for goths, non?" Remy said with a smile that would make another girl swoon. Rogue just stared without saying anything. "Y'be a very scary femme early in the morning, chere."
"Keep those comments up and ah'll show ya just how scary ah really can be," she replied then shoved beyond them and headed downstairs. A couple of the new recuits, minus Jubilee, were sitting on the steps with their school books and such, attempting homework that should have been done the night before. She walked around them and into the kitchen.
"I swear I didn't do anything this time! Why would I want to steal your clothes...? I'm not that desperate for fashion sense..."
Forget it. Ah'm gonna pick somethin' up on mah way to school, she decided, taking a quick glance around at the others. Most of them were talking and there seemed to be items missing from just about everyone of the older students' rooms. It was as though someone had snuck in and stolen all the stupid things while they were sleeping or out to dinner. Almost laughable, almost.
Bayville High
"What do you mean I'm already here? I haven't attended Bayville High in going on a year and a half!" Jean stared at the secretary, growing irritated. Her favorite outfit had been absent from her closet that morning then the secretary had informed her that she'd already checked into school, earlier that morning. There had to be a mistake. "Are you sure it's Jean Grey?" she asked, trying not to snap at the woman.
The woman sent her an icy look, reminicent of Rogue. "I'd recognize that wanna-be real hair color anywhere," the woman said before returning to her paperwork. She didn't look up again or acknowledge Jean's prescence any further nor Scott's beyond," You're listed here as well, Mr. Summers. A little Halloween prank...how cute and unoriginal."
"I just got to school! I have not signed in..." She glared at the woman then began to read her mind, scanning through things until she found the conversation earlier that morning. It started with a couple of students arriving...their clothes were the strange part. "Let's go, Scott. I just figured it out," Jean mumbled, catching one of his arms and yanking him from the office before he could protest. One look had him silent until they were going down the hall.
"Problem...?"
"We were cloned, Scott."
He stared at her. "Huh? You lost me on the cloned part.... are you feeling okay?" he asked after placing a hand to her forehead. She shoved it away.
Jean glared at him. "Come to the counseling office." She walked past him without a further word and entered the counseling office but stopped inside the doorway, pointing into the room where there was a copy of herself giving therapy to one of the new recruits. "Figured it out yet, Scott...?"
"I've become a clone!" he said with a horrified look. His clone was leaning against a wall, scowling and playing with something that looked like a knife; he started to wonder if it was. "How could this happen?"
"Good Morning, Angel," Jean greeted her clone with a tight-lipped scowl and cross of her arms. She flipped some of her hair over one shoulder and glowered at the younger girl. "Having fun?"
"Yes, very much. Thank you for asking, Ms. Grey," she replied in a perfectly manicured tone that matched her own so well it was scary. Her clothes and hair had also been altered to the point where it was a rather creepy clone thing going on. "Shall we talk again in...say, three days, Bobby?" Angel asked with a smile to the student before her.
Bobby nodded, mutely then stood, zombie-like and walked out of the room. He didn't even acknowledge either of the real counselors but looked rather shocked or out of it.
Julius offered a mock salute toward them both. His expression wasn't exactly pleased, but he did look somewhat like Scott; his hair color threw the entire deal off, though otherwise it was almost a perfect image. A scary fact when thought about too much.
"You're scheduled to have a meeting with a group of students in an hour. Have fun, Ms. Grey," Angel said, dumping her clipboard onto the table, grabbing her bag, and motioning to Juilus. She smiled like the angel her name implied she was. "Come on, sweetie. We have to get to classes, don't we..?"
Juilus grimaced at the pet name but followed her from the room, putting one arm around her in a brief hug. She pushed his arm away slightly when she lifted one of hers to straighten her hair. Jean and Scott watched until they reached a classroom; the two stopped and talked for a couple of moments, Angel making hand gestures. The bell rang.
Angel's voice echoed down the hall. "Have a good day, sweetie," she called then gave him a kiss on the cheek. He glared once she'd gone into the room; only once she was gone did he head toward his own class.
"Does that sound familiar to you...?" Jean asked with a quick look at her boyfriend. He didn't say anything but stared at the wall with a look that showed complete confusion; it wasn't a hard look for him to achieve. "Sweetie, are you okay?"
"Do I really act like that, Jean?" he asked, staring at the spot where Juilus had been moments before. His expression was vacant like someone who was thinking and hadn't done much in that department for quite a while.
She smiled and petted the top of his head, giving him a comforting hug. "Of course not, Scott. You're much better at it," she said, opting for truth rather then lying to the boy.
He nodded. "Okay."
Woodshop Class with Damien
"Jax...what's with the identity changes and the fact that Corey's running around in drag...?" Damien demanded after getting his class started on their next project, whatever they could make for their final grade that semester. It didn't take looking over to know at least half of them weren't doing their projects; he was also sure of what they'd be doing instead of their work. Julius, or what had been Julius the day before, was ignoring his work in favor of flirting with Natasha and adjusting his red tinted sunglasses; Natasha, for her part, was alternating between smiles and scowls.
The response to his question was accompanied by a handful of ice being thrown at him. "There's several reasons for the transformations, Damien. Have you noticed that Angel's gone red-headed, Julius is dressed like something out of a teen magazine, Tara's developed an accent, Landon's trying to teaching gym, Corey's in drag, Russ is blue, and Kellie thinks she can skateboard?" he asked, removing another handful of ice from his cooler and throwing it at other people.
Damien nodded. "Yeah..."
"It's Halloween. We're getting into the spirit like our head's always encouraged...how do you think we're doing so far?" Jax asked, smirking then sticking a piece into his mouth to crunch on. He chomped for a moment then swallowed the remaining pieces. There was no answer. "You think this is funny wait 'til after lunch. It'll be better..."
The speaker mounted onto the wall crackled for a moment then Katherine's voice filled the small room. It was her loud voice for addressing problem causers, but there was heavy amusement present in her words. "Attention, teachers. I need all Ripley students, wait, just those in costume, to report to Principal Kelly's office. This will not be a long meeting. A word to my students," she concluded after the announcement. There was silence present for a moment then she continued, voicing a new threat,"don't even think about skipping this meeting or I will make personal visits tonight."
"Guess that's us...Julius, knock it off!" There was no answer. "Scott!"
Julius looked up then stood, offering his arm to Natasha. It was ignored as she went past him, mumbling and scowling at anyone that caught her eye. "What did you need again..?"
Damien shook his head. "Office, now. Katherine wanted a meeting with you guys..."
Jax crunched on another handful of ice on their way out the door. He waited until they were outside then dropped the charade as a black scowl took over his face. "I hate this. Remind me again why I'm running around throwing ice at people and acting like a fifteen-year-old," he said on their walk to the office. It took a few moments for them to reach the office but the rest of the X-clones were already waiting.
"Oh, your shirt's wrinkled, Scott!" Angel moaned, rushing up to him and wiping at a wrinkle on his shirt. If anything, her hands made the wrinkle longer until she leaned up and kissed him on the cheek, leaving a bright lipstick smudge. "What will I ever do about your clothes..?"
"That's enough, Angel. Out of the character for the moment, please." Katherine came to the door of Kelly's office and stood there, arms crossed and one hip leaned against the door. She was dressed in her normal clothes of jeans, hiking boots, and a black sweatshirt that had long ago lost the logo across the front, though her usual bun was missing. "We need to have a serious conversation....Natasha, Juilus!"
Natasha smirked. "Sorry, Katherine," she said without any real apology. She followed the others into the office and took up residence around the doorway while giving Jax looks that could have killed a horse. It had no effect on him. "What did you call our meeting for..?"
Their headmaster took a seat on the edge of Pricipal Kelly's desk and folded her arms, waiting for them to quiet down. "Where exactly did you get the ideas for your halloween costumes?" she asked with an expression that was having a hard time remaining stern. She seemed almost ready to laugh but hid it well. "You are aware that you're mocking your fellow students, correct?"
Group nod.
"You have no problem with this idea?"
Another group nod.
"Then I guess there's nothing else to do. Do any of you know what I'm going to do?" Katherine requested after uncrossing her arms; long, blood red nails tapped against the wooden desk top. Group head shake. "I won't ask you to change your clothes or abandon your little charade but Angel, you have to change shirts. That's incredibly too small and tight...also you must answer to your own names instead of the X-Men's names, got it...?"
Angel nodded, placing one hand against her stomache. "Good. This shirt cuts off the circulation to my upper body and gives me no room to breathe," she said with a ragged breathe. She stuck her tongue out and made a face. "You got a shirt I can borrow, Katherine?"
She sighed. "Yes, Angel. I keep them just to make sure you and Tasha have something to wear when your normal clothes don't fit the school dress code. Jax, no more ice throwing in classes and Tara, please stop kissing people's hands; you're freaking some folks out, comprende?" she finished, raising one eyebrow and looking around at each of her students.
"Comprende, Katherine."
"Now get out of this office and back to what you people call lives. I call them stupidity with an outlet," Katherine said then went behind the desk, removing a bag. It was plastic and held several shirts; she tossed it to them. "Get a shirt, Angel, and go change. I expect you all to return to class now and behave...Natasha and Jax."
"I've been behaving! Name one thing I've done wrong today," Jax challenged, giving her a look that said he didn't think she could.
"Throwing ice at other students and teachers...or is that standard procedure?" Jax opened his mouth, but she interrupted him. "Don't answer that. Go to class, all of you."
Bayville High's Hall; Shortly After Lunch
Logan knew there was a problem when he realized his class was made up of seven lower classmen and none of the institute students. He'd seen clones of the majority of them so he'd figured one of the two, clone or not, would show up for his class. "Stripes, what is everyone trying to see?" he demanded, catching sight of the teen with the white streaks to her hair. He came up beside her and tried to see beyond the kids there.
"It's the funniest thang, Logan...there's quite the show going on right now," Rogue told him, elbowing a couple of folks out of the way and allowing him to see. At the center of the crowd of students, stood a couple of students that had gotten their names imprinted in his memory very fast. "Ah'm tryin' to figure out where it's goin'..."
"What do you mean we have to break-up?" The question was asked in shock and something like desperation. The asker wasn't any less desperate as she stared at her boyfriend and the guilty expression on his face.
He sighed. "We have to break up."
"How could you do this to us, Scott?" she demanded, staring at him with tears running down her cheeks. Mascara had run along with the tears but it still made her look like some sort of freakish clown. "Did our relationship mean nothing to you?!"
"What can I say, Jean? I've always had a soft spot for the gothic chicks..." He shrugged, opting for a helpless look then looked to the other side, removing a small jewlery box from within one of his pockets. He went to the girl standing there then took one of her hands, going down on one knee. "Will you marry me, Rogue?"
"Oh, Scott!"
Logan blinked. "What the..." His words trailed off then he spoke again, staring at the people before him. "Did you get a clone, Stripes, or am I imagining it?"
She shrugged. "It's Halloween. Stranger thangs have happened," she said with a half smirk. Her attention had wandered over the crowd and stopped on one of the other students; she shook her head but continued to watch him rather then the show.
"Yes, I will marry you, Scott!" Natasha threw her arms around Julius' neck and hugged him, tightly, giving him a kiss on the cheek. "And we'll have a wedding in the graveyard with black roses and everyone can come!"
This is definetly not the normal Halloween prank, Logan thought, wondering even more when he noticed that Rogue didn't appear offended. Most people would have been offended by such a bad imitation of themself, though she seemed to have slipped off. He looked around once and caught her walking off with one of the other students from Ripley; he didn't trust the guy. Where's someone in charge of these kids when you need them? I have no idea what they're doing or where they got the idea. Someone should lock them all inside a mental institute and close the place down...forever.
Applause interrupted his thoughts and he looked around. The students were applauding, minus those who had been made fun of and the ones that were present. Angel's crying had stopped and she was wiping mascara and tears from her face while Julius and Natasha stood nearby.
"Thank you," Angel said after a moment, taking a brief bow with her friends. Her expression had gone from tearful to highly amused within a matter of moments. The same with her fellow would-be actors. "If you enjoyed our show, there will be another showing later in the day or at the dance tonight. Stay tuned for the conclusion of..."
Julius slapped his hand over her mouth. "I think we'll be leaving now. We have French class now, don't we, Angel, Tasha?" he asked without removing his hand. He forced Angel's head to nod with his hand. "Hope you enjoyed the show."
With those words he turned and started away from them all, hand still over Angel's mouth and Natasha beside him. There was dead silence then the applause died down before the students began heading off to their classes, laughing and talking among themselves. Several of them gave Scott and Jean bizarre or amused looks.
Scott waited until they were alone. "I don't have a thing for gothic chicks or Rogue," he hurried to reassure his girlfriend then noticed she wasn't paying attention. "Jean..? Sweetie...? Honey..?"
"Am I really that hysterical about things?" she asked, pulling on a strand of her hair. She wound it around her finger a couple of times then began to chew on her bottom lip, looking around the empty halls. "Does my hair look that fake red color? Am I really that over dramatic? Do you really care about Rogue?"
"Yes. No. Sometimes. No," he said, answering each of her questions with what he thought were the correct. He turned out to be wrong.
Jean glared at him then yelled,"Scott!" before storming off fast enough to make someone's head spin. He frowned. "What did I do...? Jean!" He stood there for a couple moments, thinking then took off after her.
Logan watched this display then shook his head, wondering what had happened to the school. It had gone from slightly unorthidox to completly out there within a week or maybe more; the students Ripley were definetly making a statement. Their teachers were doing the same, he thought, remembering the too smart for her own good Irish teacher that was Sabretooth's neice.
"Logan...um...we have a problem..." came the sound of Kitty's voice from the gym where his classes were held. It was amused but also somewhat distressed, though only he could hear the distress in it. "...big...problem..."
He shook his head and started toward the gym, slamming the door in his wake. He stopped short to stare at his students then glowered. "How did you manage this in the amount of time since you got in here?!" he demanded, sweeping his gaze over the room for any guilty expressions. There were none. "No takers? ...then you all get punished. Dodgeball just became your game of the day..."
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"What do you mean you're watching us? It's a dance! What could we possibly do?"
John smirked, gesturing around them with his arms. "That's why I'm here...to see what you could possibly do, shelia. Go have fun and pretend I'm not even here..." he said then glanced around, noticing the refreshment table. "Oh look...an icy pumpkin..."
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