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Some of these might be reposts, I don't remember. All 100 words.
Chocolates to AOA Rogue.
He picked at his dirty fingernails and hopped she wouldn't notice. She ran her hands down her siut, wiping away imaginary wrinkles. The nervous tension they gave off was felt by the other people in the train station. Of course, it wasn't everyday that a man in red shades with no family of his own met the parents of his telepathic/telekentic girlfriend for the first time. And it wasn't everyday that the girl in question introduced her very straight laced parents to not only her mutant boyfriend who could kill with a look, but also to Angel and Beast.
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When her mutation manifested it was summer. Which obviously left her with few choices. The latex gloves kept her hands sweating and didn't cover her wrists. And the only other pair of gloves she had were the mittens she wore during the winter. Marie D'Acanto took the fifteen dollars she had left of her birthday money and went to that mall. The only place she found any gloves at was an accessary store. Opera gloves. Long, black, opera gloves. They came past her elbows. I can wear t shirts again. By the time runaway Rogue reached New York, they were threadbare.
She received her first pair of gloves from Logan on his trip to Alkali Lake. He had them shipped to the mansion with a note:
To my favorite runaway. See you in a few weeks. --Logan
Of course a few weeks turned out to be longer, but it was ok. She loved the gloves. By this time they had become more self expression as well as protection. And these were perfect. Short, black suede kid gloves. They went great with her newest outfit, a black mini skirt, a green tank with a long see through cover and thigh high boots. Bobby loved it.
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Her notebook lay in front of her, the blank page staring at her. The words her iner head wouldn't come out. She looked to her empty coffee cup for inspriation. It gave her none. The zippo lighter on the end of her desk taunted her. It said she would never be a writer, never accomplish her dreams.
"Logan, you lighter is taunting me again," she said softly.
"Well, then put it in it's place, Marie," Logan said from the bed they shared.
She picked up her pen and started writing. The words flowed and she proved his zippo lighter wrong.
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She was tired of sneaking around. But until her project was finished she had to, there was no helping it. Jubilee sighed, about to give up her search for the safety pins. A slamming door brought her back to herslf. She hid, knowing that if anyone found her, the suprise would be up. She head Rogue's voice, and then Jean. They were talking about Logan and Scott. Rogue was coming her way.
Jean! Don't let Rogue come over her, she'll ruin her birthday present.
No problem Jubilee. See you later.
The door slammed again and Jubilee continued her search.
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