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March 12th, 2001, 03:42 PM
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Don't make fun of my poor writting skills okay?? I dont have much written yet it looks like this is going to be a long story too.. 
Chapter 1
Beeeeep?Beeeeeep?Beeeeep!!! The alarm clock shrieked, and soon silenced by a blind groping hand.
Kurt woke up, stretched and yawned. He ran his fingers through his dark indigo hair and attempted to fix a bit of morning bed head. On the desk next to his bed lay the holographic inducer, the holographic inducer looked like a regular sports watch-- black bulky with the little knobs on it. He threw of the bed sheets and sat up, to see his own reflection in the mirror across the room. His indigo skin and dark indigo, almost purple, hair in a tangled mess. Bags were under his yellow eyes, he had not slept well that night at all. Bad dreams.
Kurt got up and grabbed the simulator, he twisted the little knobs until the simulator cloaked him in the holographic skin of a normal person. Again he looked at the mirror?even through the holographic mask his hair was rumpled, he fixed it as best he could. His stomach growled loudly. ?Uh...I?m starved? Kurt glanced at the alarm clock, 7:05, ?Ahh.. I'm late!? Franticly he scooped up his textbooks and crammed them into his book bag. BAMF! In a cloud he transported himself outside in front of the Xavier institute. When realized that he had left his lunch money on the table next to his bed. BAMF! He snatched the money and transported himself outside again. His stomach growled once more, he hit a button on the holographic inducer and switched it to the watch mode? he wondered if he had time to get something to eat.
He sprinted as fast as he could and had to resist the habit of running on all fours. Above the horizon of trees and buildings he saw the Golden arches rise?Kurt spun on his heels stopped. He looked over his shoulders and all around him, no one near. BAMF!
Transported into a thicket of trees behind the McDonald?s Kurt strode in as casually as he could. He stood in line, and glanced down at his watch once again, 7:13, of all the luck he was caught behind some one who couldn?t make up his mind?its not like the menu ever changes from McDonald?s from McDonald?s. He already knew what he wanted how long could it take for this man? Kurt starred at his watch again, 7:18, only 12 more minutes till classes started. He put his watch down, paranoid and annoyed he concentrated on the little toys in the happy meal to distract himself. He looked back, the man had finally left, and Kurt stepped up to the cashier ?I?ll have two Sausage Biscuits?. The cashier punched in the code for his order ?Would you like hash browns with that??
Kurt shook his head ?Nine.?
?You want nine??
Kurt slapped his forehead ?No. No, I don?t vant any hash browns.?
The cashier looked down his nose at Kurt ?mm...hmm?, then punched in the correction. ?That?ll be 1.98?
Kurt fished out his money and paid the cashier, then picked his food off of the tray and headed out the door. He unwrapped the first and slowly bit into it, savoring it, the first bite is always the best. He pushed the doors and strode out towards school happily munching away. He finished the last bite of the first one, then peered at his watch. 7:25. ?Five minutes!? Kurt started on a dead run towards the school, he reached the crosswalk and waited, cars passed in front of him by left and right. He waited and waited watching the school just beyond the river of traffic, and munching on his second Sausage Biscuits. He looked at his watch again, 7:30, the alarm on it went off with its series of high pitched beeps. A second later the resonating sound of the late bell pierced the air.
Sighing he waited as the traffic cleared enough to let him pass. When he got to the other side he strolled casually into school?being late, might as well not looked panicked, that might effect his reputation. What little one he had. He pushed open the doors of the school and sauntered casually down the hall. He crumpled up the wrapper and dropkicked into the wastebasket near the bathroom like it was a Hackey Sac.
With a slight bounce in his step he continued on towards his first period class, the halls were silent and empty, or at least he thought they were. Suddenly he felt a hand grip his shoulder, and spin him around.
?Mister Wagner, late again?? it was Mrs. Darkholme the principal. It was not so much a question, as a statement? the tone in her voice was flinty, Kurt could tell that he was not going to get away with anything lightly. No mere warning this time he was sure. ?So what it is the excuse this time? The alarm clock? Traffic? A dog??
?Uhhhhh?Vell zere vas dis uh?uh?dis?big??
?Save it Wagner,? Mrs. Darkholme snapped. ?You?re coming with me to the office.? Great, Kurt thought, Just what I need, a write up. One more and I?ll have more than just an hour after school suspension.
Kurt followed Mrs. Darkholme to the office, his heart slowly climbed into his throat with each step. ?Vhy me?? he questioned. They reached the office, Mrs. Bankston the secretary, was furiously typing away at the computer. Probably typing up the next announcement to be read on the loud speaker. Mrs. Darkholme opened the door and motioned Kurt into her office, when she heard her name being called by Mr. Tradowsky one of the assistant principals. Mr. Trawdowsky was dragging two boys along with him by the shoulders, Kurt over heard him ask Mrs. Darkholme for some aid in reprimanding these ?punks more effectively? One of the boys Kurt recognized as Todd Tolensky - Toad. Mrs. Darkholme pointed at the chairs lined up agent the wall-?Wait here.? She commanded Kurt.
Kurt waited, and waited, and for a change of pace he waited. He watched people come and people go-office runners carrying messages to and fro, and faculty coming in to chat. Kurt sighed-he?d been waiting there for 15 minutes at least. He saw many people come in and sign in on the late list. Why hadn?t he thought of that? Most of them were just normal mundane people, although he almost thought he saw Peitro Maximov sign in, but that could have just have been a day dream induced by the monotony. Nothing to really be concerned about? in his boredom he started to think of songs he knew. He started to listen to the music of Barenaked Ladies in his head?Its been one week since you looked at me, cocked your head to the side and said I?m angry, Two weeks?
He stayed in a trance like state of contemplation until he was snapped out of it when Mrs. Darkholme called his name. Kurt got up and shuffled into the Principals office. He sat down in the chair in front of her desk and half-listened to her talking to him-only parroting back to her what she said so that she would think that he was actually listening. Really he was thinking of many things, the up coming theatre trip, if he had done his homework and ?it?s been one week??
When he was allowed to leave he grabbed his stuff and trudged off to his first period class.
He entered the door and got the ?look? from his teacher. Oh well--it didn?t matter. As long as I haven?t missed anything important I?ll be fine he thought. Of all of the luck, there was a Quiz on the information just covered. Kurt struggled through the quiz?why did the plasma membrane have to be so complicated?
The bell rang out and every one shot out of the classroom like a bullet out of a gun.
The hall was, as usual, crowded. It reminded him of that old video game ?Frogger? he ducked and dodged around ? ?Dis vould be so much easier if I could only ?port.? he thought. He walked past the 300s than the 700 than the 1000, and then finally he reached his number-locker 1257. ?Den minus dwo?.fourtydwo, sixteen? ,Kurt mumbled to himself as he twirled the lock?s dial. He jerked at the locker switch and his locker door swung open. Inside was a pressed block of old and wrinkled papers with a mix of textbooks and binders for contrast. Kurt peered in and nabbed his Public Speaking binder and textbook, and his Geometry binder and book-- seeing how he wouldn?t have time to get to his locker in time to make it to his next class knowing the halls. Kurt slipped the books into his backpack; he still couldn?t believe that one needed a textbook for Speech class. But that didn?t matter to him at the moment for the warning bell signaled the steady loss of time to get to class. Kurt slammed his locker shut, shouldered his backpack and headed out to human game of frogger. Often he was pushed and shoved around by other students in the hall? ?Man, I vish I could do zat, might hurry zhe speed zese people, but better not risk it.? He thought ?Oh vould you just stop shuffling your feet!?? he mentally implored the slow person in front of him. He edged around the person but was blocked?he tried again, blocked again and again and again. Begrudgingly he gave up and trudged behind the person until he reached the speech classroom. He opened the door just as the bell rang. ?phweew zat vas close? he mumbled under his breath. ?Congratulations Kurt, you actually made it in time for class for once.? Mr. Comzies commented. Kurt smiled ever so slightly and took the advantage. Bowing low he acted as if he had just finished performing a master piece ?Danke, Oh Danke. You are too kind. Please hold your applause, it vas nothing? A few chuckles and the sound of applause floated through the air. Face it, no one really liked Mr. Comzies. How can you really take a man seriously who wears a suit that looked one size too small for him, on top of wearing dark socks with sandals?
Class was as usual, dull and uneventful? with homework. Kurt sat in his desk and watched the minute hand on the clock like a hawk. Slowly ever so slowly it inched forward and struck nine. The bell rang and Kurt and rest of his classmates bolted from the class.
While in the hall he passed Kitty by her locker talking to some of her friends, he thought to walk over and say hi, and he did try but the he couldn?t seem to be able to fight the strength of the stampede of people in the hall. Kurt bounced up and down and waved fanatically trying to catch her eye, she finally looked his way, she smiled laughed and then waved. Kurt smiled back. ?Vell on to Geometry??
Kurt slunk down into his desk and pulled his book from his backpack. He dropped it on to the desk and flipped it to the page with his homework folded between the pages. Hopefully he did the right page number this time. The bell rang and class started off. The teacher went to the front of the classroom and put the warm up questions on the overhead projector. Kurt wrote down the questions and answered them as best he could, but he couldn?t remember the difference between orthocenter and a centroid. It didn?t matter really. He leaned back and closed his eyes and waited for the rest of the class to finish. He listened to the sounds of pens scratching and of pages turning?the usual classroom sounds. He was lulled into that semi dream like state. Kurt nearly toppled out of his desk when the sound of the door snapped him form his trance. Once he calmed down a bit and checked to see if any one had saw that little embarrassing moment he looked to see who had entered the room, only an office aid. He blushed as a few choked giggles floated into the air. The office aid handed a note to Mrs. Carmoney, holding the list she read out aloud a few names, ?Kurt Wagner, Jonathan Carroll, Nina Gless? Mrs. Woods needs you.? She handed the note back to the aid, ?the others aren?t in this class. Do you know when they will be back??
?Nah, I dunno.?
?Fine. Okay you three, your homework is on page 593 numbers 1-23, but 15 is extra credit.?
Kurt and his companions nodded or wrote down the assignment then headed for the door with their stuff.
?This is for the Theatre convention isn?t it?? Nina spoke up as they walked down the hall to the black box.
?Ja, I think so.? Kurt replied
? The convention is tomorrow after all.?
The party turned down the hall to their right, Kurt was the first to reach the door to the theatre arts room. He pushed it open and his eyes met the welcoming sight of the black box. The black box was really only the stage and the curtains, it was just called the black box because it was completely black. In box, in a circle of fold out metal chairs, sat some of the fellow students who were going to convention also. Kurt and his companions took a seat and waited till the rest of the Drama club arrived. Kurt sat between Daniel Gordon, Mr. Actor as every one else called him; he always got the lead parts-always. And Jacob McLaud another actor and his closest theatre companion. Mrs. Wood didn?t let them sit next to each other often or work together either. She did this because they would just feed off of each other, and by the end of the scene or whatever, they would be collapsed on the stage in a fit of laughter; not just them but just about all the techies and the rest of the actors on stage too. With them together work was never completed.
Kurt started to talk to Jacob as they waited for the rest of the theatre group to arrive.
The last person sat down in the metal chair when Mrs. Wood made her entrance. Mrs. Wood was an interesting soul, she dressed in a almost modern art like style, she drank these strange smelling concoctions made from alfalfa sprouts and mung beans or some other health food that sounded weird and or smelled like dirt, and she was an over exuberant vegetarian. Not only that but she was constantly quoting Shakespeare or other forms of literature, and she was just plain weird. And it was most likely because of this teachers over active and eccentric nature that the theatre club stayed relatively small. But really it wasn?t that small, it had about thirty or forty people.
Mrs. Wood burst through the door with a hot pink boa rapped around her neck and a butt ugly rhinestone purse, taking it from he neck she made a few loops in the air with it sending some escape feathers flitting around in the air. ?Salutations my dearest thespians!? she hooted as she looped her boa around Jacob?s neck, and thrust the purse into his hands. Kurt started to snicker; it was about time that she got him. That was another thing about Mrs. Wood she always tried to make a dramatic entrance not only that but she always brought a prop and handed it off to someone-then forced that person to wear it or use it throughout the entire meeting or class. Kurt remembered how she had made him wear a Groucho Marx mask during one class and another time when she made him wear the world?s tackiest sombrero. It was about time Jacob got a taste of the fiasco.
Jacob and Kurt met eyes, smiled and rolled their eyes. It was just Mrs. Wood, no matter how much you may try the women could never do anything normally or subtlety. But, hey, that was Mrs. Wood.
Jacob ever the sport played along, ? vahnderful to see you Dahlink? he said as he tossed the end of the boa around his neck and did the limp wrist trying to impersonate Jah Jah Gabor.
?Well students lets get down to business,? Mrs. Wood said as she sat down lotus blossom style in a metal fold out chair.
?We all know that we have the Metropolitan Thespian Society?s seminar for young performers tomorrow, I wanted you here so that we may review the rules for this convention and our schedule.?
?Here we go again.? Kurt could hear one of his companions whisper behind clenched teeth. He smiled, for the same exact thought had run through his mind.
?I want you all here tomorrow at 7:20 sharp, people. The busses are leaving at 7:40 with or without you??
?Mrs. Wood?? an interjection from Lindsey Brown, a shy small voiced techie, ?um, about how long will the buss ride be, approximately I mean.?
?About five to six hours kiddos, you all hear that? So I don?t want you guys all chowing down on sugar and caffeine on the trip. If you want to bring carrot sticks or celery please help yourself, but do limit the sweets.?
?Yeah right.? Kurt whispered under his breath.
?And I do expect all of you, all of you,? she glared at Kurt and Jacob accusingly, ?to behave on the buss and on the trip.? they only responded with feigned hurt faces of being accused of such a thing.
?We?ll be arriving at the Marriott hotel, you?ll unload your luggage and tote it to you rooms. The boys will have their own hall and the girls theirs. Now let me make this painfully clear to you all, never shall they mix. If I find one of you gentlemen in the girls? hall not to mention one of their rooms, you will be written up, with the possibility of more penalizations. Also you will not be allowed to participate in any of the other activities for the rest of the trip. And ladies that goes for you as well.? She continued.
?Curfew is a 11:00 people, you have to be in your rooms by then, now I could care less if you actually go to sleep or not, but you must be in your rooms. And for any of you wise guys who thinks you sneak out ? guess again, there will be a security officer patrolling the halls.?
?Now when you all are touring you will stay in your groups and stay near your chaperones at all times, ?kay? I don?t care if the city starts to fall around your ears you will stay with your chaperones.
And last but not least?and I am sure that you guys have all heard this shpeal a dozen times before, but no alcohol or any drugs or any other illegal substance allowed at all. If you need any of your drugs such as aspirin or any other meds give them to your chaperone and he or she will distribute them to you.?
Kurt sat with his chin resting in his hands, Man, was this dull.
?Alright enough with the preliminaries, lets get down to what you guys really want to hear about.? Mrs. Wood then ran into her little side office next to the black box and came back burdened with a stack of papers, which she started to distribute. ?In here is the schedule as well as another copy of rules. If you?d flip to the first page of the packet you?ll see the schedule for the first day, the second page the second and so on.?
Mrs. Wood continued to talk but Kurt and the rest of his classmates weren?t paying attention to her, with the exception of Mr. Actor. Kurt flipped to the first page and skimmed over the first part and headed strait to the section mentioning where they would be touring. On the first day it would be the Statue of Liberty and Ellis Island.
Chapter 2
Kurt continued ?And then we?re going to Ellis Island. And on the second day we?re going to the?? he flipped to the second page, ?the Metropolitan Museum of Art and the world trade towers. This is gunna be tight!?
?So I guess your, like, psyched, huh?? Kitty asked sarcastically.
?Ja. How did you guess??
?Well your bamffing around and talking about it nonstop did, like, give me a clue.?
? By Gum Sherlock you?ve done it again!?
?Elementary my dear Wagner.?
Kurt and Kitty Pryde walked along side on their way back to Xavier Institute. Kitty complained of all of the homework that she was given that day, while Kurt was tormenting her with his complete lack of responsibilities for the next few days. He would not only would get out of a gigantic Geometry test but he would get out of that rigorous practice Scott was hinting at that week.
They walked through the gate to the school, in the case of Kitty it literally was through the gates.
?Vell, I gotta go pack, see you inside! Auf Wiedersehen!? In a loud explosion of blue smoke and brimstone stench Kurt Wagner disappeared.
Inside of his room Kurt ransacked his closet to find his suitcase, he knew it was in there somewhere. Key word: somewhere. ?Min Gott, I think its time I sorted all of this crap out? he searched through a pile of dirty clothing and assorted items in a pile in the very back of his closet. On the bottom in the pile of refuse he found his suitcase it was a tad whiffy, Kurt reminded himself next time after practice in the danger room he would throw the clothing down the laundry shoot instead of in that large black hole that was his closet.
Setting the bag on his bed Kurt turned and started to rummage through his drawers and tossing socks, shirts, pants, and other necessities over his head. After chucking the last shirt he turned around, most of the clothing was in a piled heap on or near his bed, even a few were actually in the suit case, but a great deal of it still was way off the mark. There was a very good reason that he didn?t play on the basketball team. ?That?s Evan?s department, so maybe he can kick my blue tail around the court, I still can beat him any day of the week at soccer or any video game? Kurt thought with a slight smile. He looked at his bed and the assorted mess feeling he didn?t want to walk all the way over there, ah the benefits of being able to ?port. He started to pick up the shirts and socks that had scattered around his mattress and started to put them in his suitcase.
Three short sharp raps sounded on his door. Kurt looked through his legs at who was there; he saw an upside down Jean Grey smiling at him. She laughed quietly, ?An interesting way to pick things up.?
Kurt straitened up, ?You like?? he asked as he dropped the clothes he was holding in his ands and tail into the suitcase. Jean smiled and shrugged her solders, ?What a mess. Need a hand??
?Sure. Vhy not?? he said as he wrapped his tail around a pair of socks hiding underneath his bed like a rabbit hiding in the brush. Jean raised her hand and soon pants and shirts levitated into the air around him, they then floated into and folded themselves as they dropped neatly into his suitcase.
?Danke. So whats up??
?The Professor wants to see you.?
?It?s about my trip I?ll bet.?
?Probably.?
?Tell him I?ll be down in a second.?
?Not a problem Kurt.?
Kurt watched as Jean closed her eyes and concentrated, opening them again, ?He says to meet him in the common room.?
?Again, danke.?
?Your welcome.?
Jean turned and walked down the hall, Kurt zipped up his suitcase and in a cloud of blue smoke reeking in brimstone he teleported.
BAMF! The cloud of smoke dissipated around Kurt?s torso as he teleported sitting down on the couch.
?You vanted me professor??
Professor Xavier looked up from his novel at Kurt. ?Ah Kurt! Finished packing already??
?Ja, I?m already to go!?
Do you have the list of rules from your teacher?
Kurt nodded his head, he had almost forgotten about them, but that is one good (and bad) thing about the Prof, he always knows about stuff like that. ?I?ll go and get zem, be back in a flash.? BAMF!
BAMF! The Professor accepted the packet of papers from Kurt?s two fingered hands and started to flip through them.
?Good basic rules, but let me add to them Kurt.?
More rules, oh well, a small price to pay to go on the trip he thought. ?First of all you are to wear your inducer at all times, and be careful with it, we are running out of spares for you,?
Kurt sighed, the professor was right; he did have bad luck with the things. They were perpetually being broken or going on the fritz, like that one time he accidentally spilt Sprite on it. One would think that for a device that was to go with him everywhere it would have been designed to take more wear and tear. He decided that he would be very careful with this one.
?How about we pack a spare for you just incase.?
?Ja, that?s a good idea.?
?And you already know to avoid letting people touching you. Secondly, I don?t want you to ?port at all. I seriously doubt that you will encounter any situations that will require you to. And finally but most importantly, enjoy yourself, Kurt.?
Kurt flashed a big toothy grin and in a puff of smoke disappeared. He reappeared in the rec. room and found Evan lounging in front of the television. Kurt plunked down next to him, snatched up one of Evan?s Oreos, dunked it in the milk and shoved the soggy cookie to his mouth. ?So vatcha watching??
?Nothing.? Evan said as he flipped through the channels ?Man, nothing good is on, you couldn?t pay me to watch some of the stuff on now.?
?Like vhat??
Evan flipped back a few channels ?that, for example? Kurt and Even were faced by a fat man in a boat proudly displaying a fish, and commenting on the bait he used. Then Evan changed the channel again and soon a lumbering purple and neon green glob of a man in an overweight dinosaur costume came lumbering onto the screen and chuckling moronically. Kurt screeched and disappeared in a cloud of smoke, only to reappear quivering behind his friend?s back. Evan turned off the television quickly as if that dreaded pudgy beast might come out of the set. When the screen went black they both sighed in relief and smiled at each other.
?Ah, now I understand what you meant.? He said as he snatched another cookie from Evan?s plate and took a swig of his milk.
?Hey!? Evan complained as Kurt snatched his milk form him, Kurt just smiled at him with a white milk mustache evident on his blue fur. BAMF!
BAMF! ?Ahhhh!? Kurt slouched back on his bed and smiled contently, he really didn?t need to do his homework at all he wouldn?t have to go to geometry class tomorrow. Not only that but he would miss his danger room session with Wolverine this week. Life was good. He ran through the list of things that he would need for his trip, he had all of his cloths that he would need. Then he realized that he should go get that extra inducer and pack some stuff for the long buss ride. Kurt bent down over his bed and picked up his backpack and emptied out the contents. A cascade of wrinkled papers and writing utensils fell out, ?Zere you are!? he said as picked up the batteries he was looking for during English, but it was too late now for them to save now. He pocketed them and finished fishing out the rest of the useless garbage from his backpack. In the front pocket of his backpack he removed his Discman and popped its lid. The Bare Naked Ladies CD stared back up at him. Where did his CD case go, he wondered, he threw his head over the side and looked under his bed. There it was. He grabbed it and sat back up. He flipped through it adding some CDs and taking some away until he heard a knocking on his door.
? Hey, Kurt, dinners on.?
?Danke, Scott, be down in a sec.?
?Cool, met you down.? Kurt closed the CD case and shoved it back into his backpack. Hopefully Kitty hadn?t cooked dinner this time, nothing against her, its just that her cooking left something to be wanted. Real food for example. And while he was down there he might as well raid the kitchen for something for the buss ride tomorrow.
Chapter 3
Beeeeeeep?Beee! Kurt?s hand silenced the alarm clock before it got the chance to emit a second loud long tone. For once he had gotten up easily and on time for school, of course being up for a half hour waiting awake in anticipation might have helped. Kurt all but leapt into his clothing and grabbed his bags and ?ported down to the bottom of the grand staircase.
He stood there and looked back up towards the staircase waiting for someone, anyone to come down and give him a ride. He continued to wait then lifted his wrist to look at his watch but all he saw was blue fur, Kurt frowned at his own stupidity. He had forgotten his inducer in his room, BAMF!, Ah that?s better he thought. Wondering if anyone was up yet Kurt wandered the halls, he passed one closed door and heard the muted sounds of an alarm calling Evan from sleep, than he heard the sound of a heavy thud hit the wall near him, and Evans sleep muffled ?Ahh Man.? Don?t count on a ride from Evan Kurt thought, besides he can?t even drive yet. Kurt shook his head and moved on towards Scott?s room. He didn?t hear any alarm or snoring, maybe Scott was up and about. Suddenly the door swung open and Kurt was confronted with the hair from Hades and the dragon breath to go with it, and if it had not had been for Scott?s glasses he was sure he would see snake eyes.
?Guter Morgen!?
Scott only moaned or mumbled something as he made his way to the bathroom. A faint sent wafted up the staircase, Kurt sniffed the air. Bacon! BAMF! The smell of bacon and brimstone mixed in the air of the kitchen. Ororo Munroe jumped back in surprise.
?You startled me. What are you doing up so early, child??
Kurt smiled, as he snatched a piece of bacon off of the plate where they lay, food always tastes better when its been swiped. Usually. ?I guess I am just too excited about today to sleep.?
?Your trip is today, isn?t it??
?Ja.?
?Are you all packed and ready to go??
?Ja, I have my CDs, the extra inducer and some spare batteries. Then I have some clothes and stuff in my bag. Now all I need is a ride.?
Surrounded by the rest of institute at the breakfast table Kurt shoveled food down in his attempt to hurry every one else up, anxious to leave. They seemed to take forever; in his overly excited mood to leave Logan seemed to be almost as talkative as Kitty to him that meal. The sound of Scott scooting his empty plate forward and pushing his chair out were as the angel hymns to him at that point. In the flashing of an eye Kurt teleported from his chair, leaving Logan and the others waving away the brimstone smoke from their faces. He ported back just as they had finished waving away the odiferous smoke from their noses, and dangled the keys to the car in front of Scott?s nose.
?Ready? Come on, let?s go!? Kurt grabbed Scott?s arm and teleported them into the car, Kurt obviously was very anxious to leave for he had already Pre-bamffed all of his luggage into the backseat. Scott placed his keys into the ignition when the voice of jean Gray was projected into his head.
?And where do you think your going with out us??
?Don?t worry about it Jean, I?m just going to drop off Kurt. It?ll get him out of our way. I?ll be back soon to get the rest of you guys soon. Okay??
?Sure, no problems here.?
?Right. Be back soon?
Scott then turned the key in the ignition and the red car leapt into life and started to purr as it waited to travel the open road, and escape the confines of the garage. Scott pushed the accelerator and they sped down the winding drive. ?Man, you are so lucky Kurt.?
?Hm? Vhy do you say that??
?You haven?t a clue what Logan planed for us, huh??
?Nope-not a one.?
?I hate you.?
Kurt just smiled at his friend?s comment; of course it wasn?t true, but well deserved never the less.
They pulled into the back of the school and Kurt snagged his luggage from the back, ?Later!?
?Auf weidersen!? Kurt shouted and waved as Scott drove away to pick up the others. Then lugging his bags he headed to the cafeteria to meet up with the rest of the theatre troupe.
i'm still working on that chapt...but I hit writters block like the fly hits the windsheild...SPLAT!
SO sould I still post that pic or two of the character I made up for this story?
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March 12th, 2001, 05:10 PM
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March 12th, 2001, 05:37 PM
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Nifty! I have a question, though. Is that too much BAMFing around? After teleporting a bunch of times, wouldn't he get a little tired? I dunno. *shrug*
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Essence of Elf: "BAMF- Kick it up a notch!"
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March 12th, 2001, 09:35 PM
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Hey Blueflame, I like this story, but is anything x-meny going to happen? Any run-ins with the brotherhood, for instance? You've definatly got the boy's priorities straight...food! 
When he was going to McDonald's I was thinking about the "breakfast-burger gut-bomb" that we saw Kurt chomping on in the second episode. I haven't been watching evolution for a while. Not since the Middleverse episode, although I do have the Rogue and Scott one on tape somewhere. Can somebody fill me in? Is there any kurt-related stuff I've missed?
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It's all you need in souperheroes and haute cuisine:
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March 13th, 2001, 02:01 AM
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March 13th, 2001, 03:31 AM
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well look at who knows all the german, blue.
very nice if... well i wont say it but i do like the accent.
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March 13th, 2001, 04:29 AM
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March 13th, 2001, 01:41 PM
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March 13th, 2001, 08:05 PM
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March 13th, 2001, 08:46 PM
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OK, I just came into this topic and I almost died laughing. Toastermster! Ha ha! Funniest typo I've seen all day. I must still be a little giddy. 
Actually, I got lucky on this project. My partner did a great job on his section. And our presentation might have been bad but it wasn't nearly as bad as the book itself. Sentimental piece of crap! If you've read "Something for Joey", you know what I mean. If you haven't, you are a more fortunate person than I.
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oh well it doesnt matter.
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