Metallic Rain(Logan)[ask before joining please]

[storm]

*Storm was busy making sure that everything on the jet was as it should be. It was not that the jet was due for a tune up or anything, she just needed something to do. For some reason she had been very…befuddled lately. She was certain that it was nothing to be worried about, but for some reason she had begun having feelings for Logan. Logan. She constantly had to remind herself that she was not his type and she was certain that he was still mourning Jean’s death. The mere idea that she had begun having these feelings was too much to bear at times.*

*Ororo found a massive box filled with spare parts that needed to be loaded onto the jet. She could have sworn that she had told one of the kids to do just that a few months before hand. This irritated her. She climbed into the cockpit of the jet and flipped a switch, which lowered the loading ramp.*

*Ro walked down the ramp and heaved the box up into her arms, nearly collapsing beneath its weight. She could have easily called someone to help her, but she decided against it, feeling that it would take less time to struggle with the weight rather than run off and ask for help. As she stepped along the ramp, the toe of her shoe caught something and she crashed onto the ground. First, she fell, and then the contents of the box cascaded onto her. She winced after being showered by all the metallic objects before sitting up and feeling her body for any cuts or breaks. A thin stream of blood trailed down her forehead from within her scalp and she exhaled sharply. She should have gone and asked for help. She decided to forget about her…accident and proceeded to clean the mess she had made, cursing to herself in the process.*

[logan]

::logan had decided to go and check around the place, seeing as how cerybro had gone haywire, and wanted to make sure that nothing else was falling apart. He sighed and scratched his head, wondering how all this had come about. First Proffessor X comes back somehow, then Ayden goes missing, and Tokra soon after. He couldn't help but wonder if those three things fit together somehow. As he walked past the hanger, he heard a loud crash and banging coming from it.

Curious, he opened the door and saw Storm sitting up in the middle of some spare parts of the jet. Didn't she tell one of the students to clean that up earlier? He watched as a small part bounced and rolled his way, giving a half smile as he placed his foot on it to keep it from going anywhere else. He leaned down and picked it up, holding it in his hand as he kept that half smile of his on his face::

You know, there are people around here who can help.

[storm]

(Dude, Chelsea already sighed at me about it and you forgot to tell me that no one remembers the erased time so Logan and Storm didn't get together...yet. hehe. By the way, isn't the new picture I picked for Storm AWESOME!))

*She rolled her eyes when Logan approached and informed her that there were people that could help her. Ro sighed and shook her head before looking up at him to speak. She had forgotten about the cut on her forehead, which still allowed a thin stream of blood to fall down her face.*

"I know that people are here that can help me." *She snapped as she threw items back into the box.* "I just wanted to save some time and do it myself. I'm entitled to be as stupid as I want to be so lecture away if you want."

*She wasn't mad at Logan, though it would seem that way. She was merely annoyed with herself and was portaying it differently.*

[xavier]

((*twitch* ...... Sometimes both of you are hopeless.... *sighs at Tom this time.*))

[rouge]

((There's no rule against it. I'm not helpless unless I'm breaking rules. We just like seeing you twitch. Haha.))

[logan]

(I'm sorry I didn't tell ya Aubzie, and Chels...it is fun watching you twitch lol)

::he gave a short, inward laugh as he made a fist with the small item, popped it up on his thumb and flipped it towards the box. The peice landing in the box effortlessly as he walked towards Storm. He didn't say much as he helped her clean up::

Being stupid isn't one of your strong suits Storm.

[storm]

*She smirked at this, her finger slipping into his back pocket and pulling out his wallet so effortlessly that even he wouldn't have been able to tell she had picked his pocket. True, she hadn't picked pockets since she had lived in Egypt. Or used her lock picking skills either, but that didn't mean that she didn't still have them.*

"I'll take that as a complement." *She threw another item into the box before holding up his wallet.* "And I'll take this as a memento."

[logan]

::he smirked and shrugged::

Go ahead, the wallet's just a decoy anyway. I don't have anything of value in it.

::he smirked, hoping she's call his bluff and look inside. He was half right, all he had in that wallet was a picture of him and his friends at the mansion, with Proffessor X infront, Jean and Scott to his right, Rogue and Storm to his left. It was taken not long after their first battle with Magneto::

[storm]

Storm smirked at this. “Now that’s just a dirty lie. Everybody keeps at least something of value to them in their wallets. I would know, I’ve stolen quite a few in my life time. For some it’s money, identification, pictures, random pieces of garbage, condoms.” She laughed at the last item on the list. “I cannot count how many wallets I’ve stolen that have had a massive collection of condoms. It is nice to know that some people are capable of being smart about sex.”

She caught his eye for a second, but held it long enough to feel a slight blush grace her cheeks. She finished filling the box and without another word picked it up once again and proceeded up the ramp with it. “So, Logan, what exactly are you doing down here? I doubt you’re running an errand or anything. Besides babysitting you don’t seem to fond of helping around the school.” There was a touch of teasing in her voice.

[logan]

"That's a bit more information then I needed to know, Ro."

The comment towards the condoms in the wallets she was talking about. He caught her eyes as well and couldn't help the small smile that grew on his face. Half because she had nice eyes, and half because he was curious about the small redness on her cheeks. He followed her up the ramp and into the jet, answering her question along the way.

"I was actually on my way to the war room when I heard something crash in here. Good thing I showed up when I did. Otherwise you'd be left alone to do the cleaning."

[storm]

Ro quirked a brow at this. That had been the first time he had called her Ro. She had to admit it was a relief, but she quickly forgot about the way he had addressed her and started laughing. “YOu aren’t a prude, are you Logan? Most people find it funny that I used to have a lifetime supply of birth control from pick pocketing. Not that I needed it. I was a good girl.”

She laughed again, “I am capable of cleaning up after my own stupidity, but thanks.”

After she placed the box down, she turned to leave the jet, only to collide with Logan. Her eyes went wide and she swallowed a lump in her throat before looking up at him and laughing nervously. “Sorry about that.”

((We really like the jet, don’t we?))

[logan]

((lol yeah, maybe we can start liking the jet more .))

Logan chuckled at her comment of having a good supply of "protection" from her pickpocketing days. He was looking around the jet and wasn't paying attention when Storm bumped into him. He didn't mind calling her Ro either. It was better than just saying Storm or Ororo. When she apologized for bumping into him, he just smiled jokingly.

"Getting a little personal are we?"

[storm]

((Let me think. Um, no.))

She laughed and shook her head. "You think this is personal?" She took a step back and crossed her arms, her left hip popping out, a dancing smile in her eyes. "You have a strange perspective about personal. If we were naked then maybe, but as you can see, we're not naked so I don't think we're crossing any lines."

A speck of dirt on the seat she was about to take caught her eye and she rubbed it off with her thumb before plopping down into the chair.

[logan]

Actually it was a good idea Logan was here. He checked the calendar and saw that it was time to give the Jet it's monthly tuning. Walking out, he went to the far end of the room and grabbed his toolbox. He walked back into the jet just in time to see Storm rub off some dirt on a seat she was sitting down on. He gave a small chuckle at this.

"Some things never change."

He walked up to the jet and punched in a few keys, turning the screen on as he began looking over the status checklist for the jet. Things were going well so far, though he did notice a few bugs in the system that needed to be taken care of, as well as something being out of alignment in one of the wings.

[storm]

She watched him check the jet and smirked at his words.

"No, they don't. Like the color of my hair, the fact that you have a metal skeleton, the fact that stupid lasts forever. Sometimes you just have to live with them."

After he finished checking the jet she stood and asked, "What's wrong with it? Might as well fix it. There's time to burn."