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Post by Lee on Oct 25, 2007 17:37:09 GMT -5
Sure the kids were annoying, and loud, and being, well teenagers, but Roxanne was adjusting well to her new surroundings. She had been exploring the mansion as of lately and really hadn't done much besides that. She had forgotten she was there to teach and help, she had become so enamoured with her surroundings, she didn't have a CLUE as to what she was going to do. The red head thought that maybe something to eat would give her ideas as to what her first class and training session should be about.
As she got into the kitchen, she opened the door with her powers, something she had become accustom to doing while living by herself. They were always like an extension of her. "Hey, maybe that'll work..." she mumbled to herself, thinking that maybe she should get the kids to use their powers more often in the mansion, so it really DOES become second nature, rather than just something they use sometimes. She began looking through the fridge, moving things aside trying to find something to her liking. Then, hidden in the back was some kinda of can with the word "Molson Canadian" written across it.
"Beer?" she questioned as she grabbed it. What was beer doing in the fridge? Maybe there was some kid who snuck it in, which is why it was hidden. Well, best teach that kid a lesson. Roxanne opened the can, taking a few gulps of it. The beer, to her surprise, wasn't bad at all. She closed the fridge and went to the counter, leaning her elbows on it to support herself while drinking her beer. So far, she had really only met Terry, the psychologist of the school, who seemed nice enough, but too maive for Roxannes tastes. Maybe there were some mysterious tall dark and handsome male teachers around here...
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Post by sporadicenigmatic on Oct 27, 2007 0:36:01 GMT -5
He'd be lying if somebody asked him if he was watching his beer, and he said no. Truth was, Logan was watching his beer. Somebody had been drinking it, he wasn't sure who, but he was going to catch whoever it was that was doing it, and when he did. He was going to have a bit of fun scaring the crap out of 'em at the very least.
Logan had to cling some perks from this...
Having gone to extremely creative lengths to stash his beer in the fridge, He hid it under everything, behind the fruit which was behind other things. He was sure that nobody was going to find it who'd be curious enough to drink it. He also wasn't counting on an instructor being the culprit either. Roxy Damenberg... The other danger room instructor, Logan didn't exactly see the need for another instructor but he wasn't gonna tell Chuck how to run his show either.
She was old enough to drink the beer but part of him was wondering if he should make a big deal about it or not. "You always go around drinking beer that ain't yours?" He didn't even know why he asked about a permit but it was his beer, and she knew that at the very least, it wasn't hers.
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Post by Lee on Oct 27, 2007 16:54:13 GMT -5
"You always go around drinking beer that ain't yours?"
Roxanne waited to turn around after hearing the voice of the person who entered the room. The voice wasn't young sounding, in fact it was gruff, deep and mysterious. Maybe this was the dark, tall handsome male teacher she had been hoping for. Before talking, she decided to turn around to see if her hopes had come true. Then she saw him...tall dark and handsome he was not...well, okay, a little handsome in his own way, but not exactly a knight in shining armor.
"Didn't know it was privately owned hun. Considering there's a shit load of food packed into the fridge there isn't any telling what's being hidden and what's up for grabs." she said, taking another sip of the beer, more so to spite him and smirking as she did so. "Sorry 'bout that. I'll get more." she said, fully realizing this was an import and she would either have to see if her dad could fly it in or if she would have to get it herself.
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Post by sporadicenigmatic on Oct 27, 2007 19:49:07 GMT -5
"Dont worry about it..." Logan looked to Roxy breifly. "I just kind of make a habit out of initiating confrontation..." he said looking to her as he grabbed a beer and opened it before he'd even closed the fridge. Taking a sip, he saw that there was nothing in here that he wanted. He wasn't entirely sure if he wanted to chat up this instructor or not...
Xavier told him to play nice. Play Nice Logan. Play nice. "So..." he said looking to her kind of quizzically. "You just going to fly 'cross the border and get a new 24 pack..." He'd be lying if he said he would expect her to be so generous... "Might as well get me some Jack Daniels while you're there." he said as he pulled an apple out of the fridge. Using one of his claws he sliced off parts of the apple as he ate it.
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Post by Lee on Oct 27, 2007 20:31:58 GMT -5
"I just kind of make a habit out of initiating confrontation..."
"I've noticed..." she mumbled into her drink. He came off threateningly enough, but Roxy knew she could stop him in his tracks 2 seconds flat.
"Might as well get me some Jack Daniels while you're there."
"What am I, your personal grocery girl?" Roxanne said, looking up from her drink questioningly. "I said I'd get more beer, just to repay you for the one I took. You can get Jack in town anyway." she said, motioning with her head knocking to the side. It's not like she was mean about it, she said she'd bring more, he shouldn't push his luck with someone he doesn't know. "Anyway, I'll bring some back." she said, leaving the kitchen, not giving him a second glance and walking right past him. She'd get his beer, then he couldn't whine about it anymore. Honestly, some people...
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Post by sporadicenigmatic on Oct 31, 2007 14:40:24 GMT -5
She barked back at his remark and Logan didn't really know what to think. She stormed out of the kitchen like a bat out of hell and that was that. He didn't know what her deal was. Gulping down his beer he crushed the can before tossing it into the garbage like a basketball, even going so far as to mimic the -swoosh- noise as it entered the garbage can.
Logan grabbed himself a new beer and hoped that she wasn't always so moody -exit logan-.
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