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And so, It begins.

Posted by wingdndangerous on 2006.02.15 at 18:14


life_crew at 2006-02-15 23:39 (UTC) (Link)
There was a tussle for the phone. They'd all been sitting in the kitchen when the phonecall had come. Mark had immeadiatly leapt for the phone and Collins had as well. Roger had looked up from his coffee (more like coffee mix and water, but who was he to complain, he didn't have to money for better) just in time to realize that there was about to be a bloody fight if he didn't do something. Jumping up, and spilling the coffee substitute all over himself in the process, he tackled Collins best he could just as Collins grabbed Mark's leg. Mark, who'd just picked up the phone, made a strangled noise like a cat being squashed and he and the phone were pulled down to the floor.

"I'm doing this for your own good." Collins grunted, pulling the phone from Mark's hand. "You've lost your mind Mark, the money's already going to your head, clouding your senses.

"Give me the phone! Don't hang up Mr. Worthington!" Mark cried, trying to pull the phone away from Collins just enough to put it to his ear.

"Let go Collins, Mark's a big boy---he's LET GO!" Roger cried, as the cord managed to wrap itself around them all once.

"ARGH!" Mark cried, wrenching the phone out of Collins' hands. "Quick, Rog, pin him down." he struggled to remove them all from the cord, as Roger fought to hold Collins down. "Hello?" he said, clearly out of breath.
mutant_race at 2006-02-16 01:48 (UTC) (Link)
Warren held the phone a few inches away from his ear as the battle continued. Hearing someone say hello, he held it back.

"Mark- Did I call at a bad time?" He asked, unable to keep down the amusement in his voice.

"I'd like you to come to Professor Xavier's school- I can have someone there to pick you up in a few hours."
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