Best Two Out of Three
Chapter 3: The Return of the Pink Blob
A/N: Okie dokie, I'll list the code names of everybody:
Code Name: Real Name:
Pyro St. John Colossus Piotr
.Is that it so far? I'm thinking so b/c I haven't really mentioned that many code names.thank you all for reviewing! On with the story!!!
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Gambit looked around his new room skeptically. It had to be the most somber room in the mansion, and that was saying something.
But then again, he was sharing a room with the famous leader of the X-Men, Scott Sommers.
"HAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAA!"
Gambit glanced over at his other roommate, watching as he lit a piece of paper on fire with his lighter.
Gambit rolled his eyes.
And of course, his other roommate had to be St. John. Gambit suddenly envied Piotr whose only roommate was the furry blue teleporting thing.
He lay down on his new bed and stretched out comfortably with his head resting on his arms.
This was pretty overwhelming.
Yesterday the X-men and Acolytes had been enemies, but now they were supposed to be allies?
What had Magneto so worried that he would go the Xavier for help?
Gambit's thoughts were interrupted by a flamed horse prancing around the room.
Yes, this would be fun.
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"What do you think, Rogue?" Kitty asked, her eyes never leaving the mirror in front of her.
Rogue looked up from her magazine and raised her eyebrow. Was that Kitty or a pink blob?
If it was indeed Kitty, she was decked out head to toe in nothing but pink.
A pink shirt, pink socks, pink capris, a pink hair band and pink bracelets. Kitty turned her back to the mirror to face Rogue and put her hands on her hips.
"Well?" she asked. "Well." Rogue began, thinking of the right words to say. "You look.very original."
Apparently, that was a complement in Kitty's book.
Kitty squealed and hopped a few times. "I like, so knew that this outfit would like work," the valley girl said fixing her hair on last time before running out the door.
Rogue shook her head. If that didn't scare Piotr out of his wits than maybe he and Kitty actually had a future.
She walked over to the stereo that she and Kitty shared.
Now that Kitty was out of the room this was her chance to play a CD she wanted to hear.
As soon as she found something to her liking, Rogue turned up the volume to a piercing level.
Dinner was usually served from five to seven, and everyone in the mansion used those hours as social time.
Once the majority had eaten, the group moved into a Rec. room and watched TV or talked.
Rogue glanced at the digital clock on her dresser. 6:00. She had plenty of time to make her way downstairs; right now was her time.
She plopped back down on her bed and closed her eyes, getting lost in the music.
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Gambit glanced around the corner. What was that sound? Music?
He shoved his hands in his pockets and decided to go investigate.
Every room on the hallway was dark and foreboding except for one at the end of the hall. Light shone through the frame of the door and the music playing inside made it impossible for him to hear his own thoughts.
He opened the door without hesitation and found Rogue laying on her bed with her eyes closed, her foot tapping lightly to the beat.
Gambit smiled playfully and walked over to the stereo and pressed pause.
It didn't take long for Rogue's eyes to open nor for her to get off of her bed.
"Wha' do ya want Swamp Rat?" she asked angrily. Gambit shrugged and smiled even more widely.
"Nothing, chere. Just looking for a Jolie fille to escort downstairs to dinner," he answered, leaning against her doorframe and crossing his arms. Rogue glared at him. She hated when he put her on the spot like that. " Ah don't need an escort," she said, folding her arms against her chest, mocking Gambit's stance.
Gambit grinned. "Aw, don't be like that cheri. Gambit just trying to be polite." Rogue rolled her eyes. "Polite my ass" she muttered under her breath.
She shoved her way past the Cajun in her doorway and made her way down the hallway. He followed her at a distance, suggestively whistling every so often. When she got to the stairs, Rogue turned around to face Gambit.
"You gonna keep doing that?" she asked. "Of course. Une si jolie fille mérite une certaine appréciation." {Such a pretty girl deserves some appreciation}. Gambit said as he winked at her.
Rogue groaned and quickly made her way down the stairs, hoping to get as far away from the Cajun as possible.
Gambit frowned. Didn't she know what he said? "Chere, wait. Gambit thought the fille studied French."
Rogue turned around. How did he know that? She waited until Gambit had caught up to her.
" Ah studied French last semester.now I take German," she informed him. "Why did you think I took French?" Gambit shrugged. "Lucky guess?"
Rogue glared. "Okay, okay. Gambit's seen you around your school."
"You've been stalking me?!" Rogue yelled, not caring to hear the answer. Gambit smiled. He liked to get her stirred up.
"Non, chere. Gambit wouldn't do that."
"Stop calling me chere, Swamp Rat!"
"You stop calling Gambit Swamp Rat!"
"That's different than you calling me chere!"
"Gambit don't see how it is."
Rogue shook her head. Don't let him make you angry. Look at him, he's enjoying this! Rouge narrowed her eyes.
"I'm going to dinner," she stated coldly and turned on her heel. Gambit caught her arm. "Believe what you want, but Gambit's not stalking you chere," he said and kissed her covered knuckles. Rogue pulled her hand away like she had just touched fire. She knew she was blushing and looked down at her boots.
" Don't touch me Swamp Rat," she said before she made her way down the hall to the crowded kitchen.
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Kitty watched her friend walk into the kitchen. Something was wrong.
"What's the matter Rogue? " she asked, walking over to where the untouchable was attacking a peanut butter container.
"Nuthin's the matter Kitty. Why don't you mind yo' own business?" she answered through clenched teeth. Kitty backed away. The past had taught that an angry Rogue was not her friend.
She just had to wait until Rogue cooled down. At that moment, Gambit sauntered into the kitchen. The Acolyte got a few menacing stares from the other X-Men, but nothing he hadn't expected.
"Dammit! Go to hell!" Everyone in the kitchen turned to look at Rogue. If she hadn't looked so serious, Gambit would have laughed. Rogue had thrown the peanut butter container across the room and was giving it her Death Glare.
Lucky for Rogue, no adults were in the kitchen, or else she would have had to serve an extra week of sessions for being a bad example for the younger recruits.
Scott shook his head. "Rogue," he called, attempting to remind her not to swear in front of the group. "Shut up Scott," Rogue answered harshly.
On top of all her seething anger at being so weak in front of Gambit, her head was hurting her. She began to feel that familiar tug at her sanity. Rogue knew that her psyches were taking this golden opportunity to seize control of her mind. She stormed out the kitchen, not caring that several sets of eyes were glued to her retreating figure.
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A/N: I don't like how I wrote that chapter. Ugh. Sorry for how slow the story seems to be moving. The first day the Acolytes move in would be a long one though. I promise it will pick up the pace. Don't worry about Pyro everybody. He'll find someone! (Can you say Amryo?) Everything will be peachy keen! Bye for now!
Chapter 3: The Return of the Pink Blob
A/N: Okie dokie, I'll list the code names of everybody:
Code Name: Real Name:
Pyro St. John Colossus Piotr
.Is that it so far? I'm thinking so b/c I haven't really mentioned that many code names.thank you all for reviewing! On with the story!!!
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Gambit looked around his new room skeptically. It had to be the most somber room in the mansion, and that was saying something.
But then again, he was sharing a room with the famous leader of the X-Men, Scott Sommers.
"HAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAA!"
Gambit glanced over at his other roommate, watching as he lit a piece of paper on fire with his lighter.
Gambit rolled his eyes.
And of course, his other roommate had to be St. John. Gambit suddenly envied Piotr whose only roommate was the furry blue teleporting thing.
He lay down on his new bed and stretched out comfortably with his head resting on his arms.
This was pretty overwhelming.
Yesterday the X-men and Acolytes had been enemies, but now they were supposed to be allies?
What had Magneto so worried that he would go the Xavier for help?
Gambit's thoughts were interrupted by a flamed horse prancing around the room.
Yes, this would be fun.
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"What do you think, Rogue?" Kitty asked, her eyes never leaving the mirror in front of her.
Rogue looked up from her magazine and raised her eyebrow. Was that Kitty or a pink blob?
If it was indeed Kitty, she was decked out head to toe in nothing but pink.
A pink shirt, pink socks, pink capris, a pink hair band and pink bracelets. Kitty turned her back to the mirror to face Rogue and put her hands on her hips.
"Well?" she asked. "Well." Rogue began, thinking of the right words to say. "You look.very original."
Apparently, that was a complement in Kitty's book.
Kitty squealed and hopped a few times. "I like, so knew that this outfit would like work," the valley girl said fixing her hair on last time before running out the door.
Rogue shook her head. If that didn't scare Piotr out of his wits than maybe he and Kitty actually had a future.
She walked over to the stereo that she and Kitty shared.
Now that Kitty was out of the room this was her chance to play a CD she wanted to hear.
As soon as she found something to her liking, Rogue turned up the volume to a piercing level.
Dinner was usually served from five to seven, and everyone in the mansion used those hours as social time.
Once the majority had eaten, the group moved into a Rec. room and watched TV or talked.
Rogue glanced at the digital clock on her dresser. 6:00. She had plenty of time to make her way downstairs; right now was her time.
She plopped back down on her bed and closed her eyes, getting lost in the music.
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Gambit glanced around the corner. What was that sound? Music?
He shoved his hands in his pockets and decided to go investigate.
Every room on the hallway was dark and foreboding except for one at the end of the hall. Light shone through the frame of the door and the music playing inside made it impossible for him to hear his own thoughts.
He opened the door without hesitation and found Rogue laying on her bed with her eyes closed, her foot tapping lightly to the beat.
Gambit smiled playfully and walked over to the stereo and pressed pause.
It didn't take long for Rogue's eyes to open nor for her to get off of her bed.
"Wha' do ya want Swamp Rat?" she asked angrily. Gambit shrugged and smiled even more widely.
"Nothing, chere. Just looking for a Jolie fille to escort downstairs to dinner," he answered, leaning against her doorframe and crossing his arms. Rogue glared at him. She hated when he put her on the spot like that. " Ah don't need an escort," she said, folding her arms against her chest, mocking Gambit's stance.
Gambit grinned. "Aw, don't be like that cheri. Gambit just trying to be polite." Rogue rolled her eyes. "Polite my ass" she muttered under her breath.
She shoved her way past the Cajun in her doorway and made her way down the hallway. He followed her at a distance, suggestively whistling every so often. When she got to the stairs, Rogue turned around to face Gambit.
"You gonna keep doing that?" she asked. "Of course. Une si jolie fille mérite une certaine appréciation." {Such a pretty girl deserves some appreciation}. Gambit said as he winked at her.
Rogue groaned and quickly made her way down the stairs, hoping to get as far away from the Cajun as possible.
Gambit frowned. Didn't she know what he said? "Chere, wait. Gambit thought the fille studied French."
Rogue turned around. How did he know that? She waited until Gambit had caught up to her.
" Ah studied French last semester.now I take German," she informed him. "Why did you think I took French?" Gambit shrugged. "Lucky guess?"
Rogue glared. "Okay, okay. Gambit's seen you around your school."
"You've been stalking me?!" Rogue yelled, not caring to hear the answer. Gambit smiled. He liked to get her stirred up.
"Non, chere. Gambit wouldn't do that."
"Stop calling me chere, Swamp Rat!"
"You stop calling Gambit Swamp Rat!"
"That's different than you calling me chere!"
"Gambit don't see how it is."
Rogue shook her head. Don't let him make you angry. Look at him, he's enjoying this! Rouge narrowed her eyes.
"I'm going to dinner," she stated coldly and turned on her heel. Gambit caught her arm. "Believe what you want, but Gambit's not stalking you chere," he said and kissed her covered knuckles. Rogue pulled her hand away like she had just touched fire. She knew she was blushing and looked down at her boots.
" Don't touch me Swamp Rat," she said before she made her way down the hall to the crowded kitchen.
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Kitty watched her friend walk into the kitchen. Something was wrong.
"What's the matter Rogue? " she asked, walking over to where the untouchable was attacking a peanut butter container.
"Nuthin's the matter Kitty. Why don't you mind yo' own business?" she answered through clenched teeth. Kitty backed away. The past had taught that an angry Rogue was not her friend.
She just had to wait until Rogue cooled down. At that moment, Gambit sauntered into the kitchen. The Acolyte got a few menacing stares from the other X-Men, but nothing he hadn't expected.
"Dammit! Go to hell!" Everyone in the kitchen turned to look at Rogue. If she hadn't looked so serious, Gambit would have laughed. Rogue had thrown the peanut butter container across the room and was giving it her Death Glare.
Lucky for Rogue, no adults were in the kitchen, or else she would have had to serve an extra week of sessions for being a bad example for the younger recruits.
Scott shook his head. "Rogue," he called, attempting to remind her not to swear in front of the group. "Shut up Scott," Rogue answered harshly.
On top of all her seething anger at being so weak in front of Gambit, her head was hurting her. She began to feel that familiar tug at her sanity. Rogue knew that her psyches were taking this golden opportunity to seize control of her mind. She stormed out the kitchen, not caring that several sets of eyes were glued to her retreating figure.
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A/N: I don't like how I wrote that chapter. Ugh. Sorry for how slow the story seems to be moving. The first day the Acolytes move in would be a long one though. I promise it will pick up the pace. Don't worry about Pyro everybody. He'll find someone! (Can you say Amryo?) Everything will be peachy keen! Bye for now!