Sean walked along looking at the miles of beach in front of him. He would be spending this time with Moira if he could. Walking along the beach together used to be one of Moira’s favorite times.
Sean could hear the pattering of N’Gari’s feet behind him as the little animal or whatever he was tried to keep up with Sean’s pace.
“Is Sean sad?” N’Gari croaked softly, flapping his leathery wings until he was at eye level to Sean.
“Aye. Is it that obvious now lad?” Sean replied, reaching over listlessly to scratch the chin that was presented.
“Yup.”
“Aye, me, well, I’ll get over it I suppose. But how are ye’ feelin’?”
N’Gari rustled his wings as he moved to perch on the Irishman’s shoulder and admitted that he was starting to feel better--despite the hangover.
Sean stopped and glanced around with a ruminating look on his face.
N’Gari, after righting himself from the sudden stop, glared at him. “Why did Sean stop?”
Slowly a smile crept across the mutant’s face. He started giggling to himself and N’Gari looked up, extremely puzzled. “Is Sean still okay?” N’Gari asked shrinking away, not sure what to make of the sudden mood shift. With a flutter of green wings he moved off the broad shoulder and watched Sean from a distance.
“Ba, Ha, Ha, Ha, oh I’ve just thought o’ th’ best idea!” Sean cried, continuing to laugh until he was curled up on the sand holding his stomach. N’Gari sat back on his rear staring at the exhausted Irishman.
“Uh...Oh!”
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Emma was sitting on the couch in the living room of the bungalow watching Melrose place and indulging herself in 3 pints of ice cream in her near transparent night gown when Sean and N’Gari walked in the door.
“Where were you?, it’s 11:30!” she cried, glaring at them.
“N’Gari an I were just takin’ a wee walk on th’ beach, tis all!”
Emma attempted reading his mind without his permission, but expecting that approach Sean blocked her out. Reading someone’s mind without their permission first was strictly forbidden by the professor to both her and Jean Grey, but Emma never took orders from anyone, not even the professor. Besides she wasn’t the professor’s little school girl like Jean was.
Emma narrowed her eyes at Sean and turned up her nose when she saw N’Gari. “What’s that *thing* doing in here?”
N’Gari growled.
Emma stuck her tongue at N’Gari then returned to her program.
Sean pulled N’Gari aside into the bedroom and shut the door. “All right N’Gari, that was the hard part, now comes th’ fun boyo!”
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Paige and Jubilee slowly made their way down the rope they had made from their bed sheets.
“Stop kicking me in the head, corn husk!” Jubilee whispered to Paige above her.
“Sorry!”
“This is gonna be da bomb!” Jubilee said with childlike impatience and excitement.
“Better than cow tipping back home!” Paige added.
“Uh...Yeah. Let’s hurry up!” Jubilee jumped the rest of the 10 feet to the ground and beckoned for Paige to do the same. Together they crept out onto the front porch and peered in the window to where Gambit and Bobby were watching a late night TV program.
“Let’s go!!!” Jubilee said with a mischievous smile.
They ran to the garage and slowly--trying their best to keep it quiet--opened it. There it was glistening in the moonlight, freshly washed and waxed. They felt it their mission to take this once in a lifetime opportunity.
“Yesssssss!” Jubilee shrieked in an overwhelmingly excited state that exceeded that of two bowls of Chocolate Coated Sugar Bombs and three donuts, combined with the added force of a movie marathon consisting totally of movies who had the hunk-of-the-week staring in them. It was scary.
The two girls approached Gambit’s Harley and touched the perfect body of it. Not a scratch. Gambit valued his bike more than life, but so did Jubilee and Paige.
“It gives ya chills, don’t it Jube?”
“Yeah, isn’t it great?”
The two high fived each other and slowly rolled the piece of art out of the garage. They coasted on it for 1/2 a mile, hopefully out of earshot, then roared the engine. This would be a night they would not forget.
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“All right, here’s the plan. I tie this here stuffed animal mouse to th’ wee race car...like so. Ye then set this inta Emma’s sight just enough fir her ta see it. Then ye make her chase it under couches, beds and closets or anywhere ye can ta keep her busy, all right?”
“Got it!” N’Gari squarcked with excitement, bouncing slightly as his tail whished back and forth through the air.
With a smile on his face Sean picked up the bouquet of roses and bottle of wine. He snuck to the back door and closed it behind him. He gave the thumbs up to N’Gari and jogged towards Moira’s bungalow.
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Emma was deluged in her TV program when N’Gari *drove* the mouse under the couch next to her. Sean had done a good job at making the miniature car look like a mouse with the stuffed animal so that Emma would not be able to see the hoax.
N’Gari operated the remote carefully, moving the mouse back and forth to make it appear to Emma that it was popping its head out from the couch.
It finally caught Emma’s vision and she glanced over to see a *mouse* under her couch.
“AAAAIIIIIIHHHHHH, A MOUSE!!!” Emma picked up her bowl of popcorn and threw it at the vermin, only chasing it away.
By the time the bowl had hit the ground, Emma was up on the farthest corner of her couch, biting her nails. She looked for a sign but was disappointed when she didn’t get one. Slowly she made her way to the bowl and gathered enough courage to look under the couch. No sign. She then saw something dart across the room into the bedroom.
“Oh . . . no!” Emma whined in fear. She made her way to the bedroom and saw the mouse dart under the sheets.
She ran to the fire place and grabbed an iron, swearing to herself the whole time. “Sean, There’s mouse in here!!!, Sean--”
No answer.
She muttered to herself that he was probably getting drunk at some local bar and didn’t even have the decency to take her with him!!!
She approached the little mound under the sheet and raised the iron. “Die you evil devil child!!!”
Emma lashed out and beat the lump, but it wasn’t doing any good.
She raised the sheet to find one of Sean’s socks.
“ARRRRRRRR!” Emma growled to herself as she threw the sock at the door. As she did she felt the mouse hit her ankle.
“AAAAAIIIIIIHHHHH” Her feet moved faster then ever as she ran into the bathroom and locked the door.
Sitting on the toilet, biting her nails, she listened to the thumping, then listened to the mouse trying to get to her under the door.
“Oh my God, it’s rabid!!!”
She stood on the toilet and started crying to herself, screaming at the top of her lungs, “THIS ISN’T HAPPENING, THIS IS A HALF MILLION DOLLAR HOUSE!!!”
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Jubilee and Paige roared into the parking lot of the biker bar. They got off their bike and unzipped their black riding suits, showing their “Late Night” clothes.
This bar was known for its rough atmosphere, because most of the people in it were in their early twenties or late teen years. They were all competing for popularity.
As Jubilee and Paige walked in the door Jubilee winked at a few young men on their bikes. The boys whistled, watching them make their way into the bar. After exchanging looks, some of them even followed.
The two girls walked in to a noisy, beer flowing, smoke smelling bar with men and women laughing loudly and using vulgar language. Paige felt somewhat unsure about this particular bar, but Jubilee insisted. Besides, she kept insisting that “This will be a night to remember!!!”
Jubilee and Paige sat down at the bar. Almost instantly young men flocked to them and filled up the empty stools that stood nearby. Jubilee caught eyes with the guy sitting to her left and turned to face him.
“Hi sweety!” The young lech said, eyeing Jubilee up and down.
He had black, slicked back hair with most of the rest buzzed, he had an earring in both ears, and one on his brow.
Jubilee smiled and blushed. Although she wouldn’t admit it in a thousand years, she was unsure of what to expect.
“I saw you pull up on your bike out there, pretty hot!!!”
“Thanks,” Jubilee said with butterflies in her stomach.
“Mine’s out back, wanna go look?”
The guys behind him started to laugh and snicker as Jubilee caught on.
Her eyes turned hard, the blush long gone. “No, why don’t you go practice learning how to ride it, and then, if you’re lucky, maybe on your next birthday your mommy will give you a bike with two wheels, and not a tricycle.”
Jubilee turned around and watched Paige flirt with a guy from the parking lot.
Jubilee felt a tap on her shoulder.
She turned around to face the scum bag she had just fadded, but before she knew it she tasted cheap beer and cigarette smoke on her lips.
Repulsed and furious she tried to pull away, a small part of her mind remembering to keep tight rein on her powers. “Let go of me you creep!” she finally managed, shoving him back as hard as she could.
He still persisted, grabbing her arm. Jubilee snarled and hauled her free hand back, slapping him across his face so hard her hand started throbbing and stinging.
The young man grit his teeth and grabbed Jubilee by the wrist, starting to swear at her. As she tried to pull away she screamed for Paige, who sat just behind her.
Hearing the fight the bar tender grabbed the guy’s shoulder, but the angry man whipped out a switchblade and stabbed the bartender’s arm with startling accuracy.
Paige pushed away the guy she was talking to and approached the man, who held Jubilee with her hands behind her back as he tried to force her to leave the room.
Next Jubilee heard the sound of skin being ripped from flesh--for once not minding either the mess or the noise--and saw Paige coming to her rescue. Paige approached the young man and confronted him.
“Let her go!” Paige demanded, her temper building. Jubilee was like a sister to Paige, she wasn’t going to allow this to go on. The man swore at Paige--who still looked to be in flesh form, much to Jubilee’s concern--and laughed at her with his friends.
“I warned you!!!” Without further delay Paige pulled her now granite fist from behind her back and struck the man in the face. He flew off his feet and landed on top of his friends.
“You broke by dose...” he whined, swearing in a drunken rage as he pulled himself from the pile of bodies.
Paige hugged Jubilee as the girl cried on her shoulder, her whole body shaking. “It’s okay Jube, let’s go.”
The two girls walked out and mounted their bike. Paige drove and they roared towards the mansion, hoping everyone was asleep by the time they got back.
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Sean had broken into flight a few minutes earlier, now soaring at 50 feet above the sand, his wail unheard but present nonetheless. He was going to go through with this, even if it meant having his head beaten in by Moira first.
The wind had picked up and the weather was starting to look threatening. He knew it was hurricane season in this part of the world and that these island chains took an annual beating. He wondered if their flight home would be canceled due to bad weather. It wasn’t just the fact that these storms were violent, it was the fact that they could last for days and even up to a couple of weeks. Maybe not at hurricane strength, but severe enough to ground planes and close airports for long periods of time.
“Ach, What are ye’ doin Sean Cassidy, thinkin’ o th’ weather at a time like this right now!!!” He was above the driveway to Moira’s bungalow and naturally lowered himself flawlessly onto the front walkway.
Slowly he approached the door and rang the bell. “Hello, is anyone there?”
“Aye. Sean is that ye?”
“Aye lass, I was wonderin’ if I could be talkin’ t’ye.”
Moira opened the door, her arms folded in her teddy bear pajamas, and her feet in her white silken slippers. “Ye wanted t’talk t’me?”
Sean presented the flowers that were now deformed and petal-less due to the flight over to the house. Sean hadn’t noticed this and blushed with embarrassment when he presented them. Moira smiled and covered her mouth as she giggled. Sean lowered his head dejectedly and turned to leave. He felt stupid. But as he turned, Moira tapped him on the shoulder. He turned to face her and she ran up, throwing her arms around him.
“Sean Cassidy, why do ye do this to me?”
Sean smiled, thanking the stars, and hugged Moira back.
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Emma’s makeup was streaming down her face as she grit her teeth and attacked the mouse under the door with a toothbrush.
“I’ll kill him!!!” referring, or course, to Sean who had abandoned her.
“Uh ...Oh!” N’Gari said as he looked at the controller. It read that the car only had about 3 minutes left until the batteries went dead. Emma had been in that bathroom for over an hour now, both furious and scared out of her mind the entire time because of the mouse.
Finally Emma jabbed her hairbrush down on the mouse and *killed it.* Sparks flew all over and the mouse stopped.
Emma paused in her mad rage, puzzled, and opened the door. She picked up the toy car and ripped the mouse off it. Sean was going to die!
Emma scoured the house looking for the remote control and found N’Gari instead.
N’Gari was crouched in the corner of closet looking at her like an afraid puppy. Emma ripped the head off of the mouse and proceeded towards N’Gari.
“AAAAHHHHHHHH!!!” N’Gari croaked, flying past her and dodging her fists. He flew to the kitchen and hid in a cupboard, slamming it behind him. Emma ran into the kitchen and grabbed two butcher knives in her hands. Ripping open cupboards she searched for that little pipsqueak, nothing-but-trouble N’Gari. She moved to open the cupboard he was in, but before she saw him, N’Gari pushed out pots and pans that showered Emma’s head and feet. She grit her teeth and jabbed the knife in and out of the cabinet. She hit one cabinet so hard that the knife stuck.
Livid and tired, Emma screamed and threw the knife at the window, smashing it to splinters of glass.
N’Gari took the opportunity and flew threw the broken glass into the night.
Three days left...
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The name the N’Gari Eater (which, BTW, is copyright to me, Jenna B. McDonald) challenge is over--actually, I ended it a long time ago and just forgot to tell you. :::sheepish grin:::
The name that won--it got a whopping three votes!--is {drumroll} N’Gari!!!! in second was Squark, and everything else came in third. Thank you for playing ladies, gents, mutants and freaks, and please tune in next time for the Best Insult Challenge!!--you yak eating goat herders! (Um, I’m just kidding here guys. Stop smiling so evilly and trying to see how hard you can make your little sibling cry. What? Oh, right. I’m kidding about the yak eating goat herders too. Maybe. >:D>)
Okay, okay. I’m leaving now. Waitaminute, did you hear the one about--hey. Put down the hoses! No reason to get a giant hook/cane! Hey, leggo! Leggo! I’m not done talking! Legg-
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