X-23
I gotta admit, the curiosity is getting to me. wink *chuckles*
I've been an X-Man since I was fourteen, Pete. It's like wearing a big sign saying 'Please try and kill me, I like it.'
Kitty and Jubilee find Wolverine sitting on the floor, facing a wall - naked!
Jubilee: EEEWWW...
Kitty: Cut the guy some slack, Jubilee. Logan's just been through hell. It's a wonder he survived with his sanity intact.
Jubilee: This is your definition of "sanity"...? HELLOooOO! Hairy-backed NAKED man here! Lookit, Pryde -- I know you guys were tight back in the day, and I can appreciate the relationship ya had before I showed up and utterly swiped his affections... but I prefer my canucklehead clothed, thank you very --"
A naked Wolverine walks off, giving them an eye-full in the process!
Jubilee: Ooyyy--
Kitty: (smiling) You were saying...?
Emma: This, children, is Kitty Pryde, who apparently feels the need to make a grand entrance.
Kitty: I'm sorry. I was busy remembering to put on all my clothes.
Kitty: Lockheed! You found me! You are the best x-dragon ever.
Logan: Hell, I think we should make him team leader.
Reporter 1: Do you have a license for that bat?
Reporter 2: What is your relationship with the bat?
Kitty: I don't even know what that means.
Kitty: Oh my God. You teach ethics?
Emma: Yes. Do let's make jokes right now.
Kitty: I'm not joking. I have a very large problem with that concept.
The first time I ever met the X-Men, the first day... The were ambushed. And captured. And caged. By you. I learned more about good and evil in that one day than I ever have before or since. I was thirteen. When I think about evil, whenever I think about the concept of evil, yours is the face that I see. I don't have to "watch you" Miss Frost. I can smell you.
Kitty: Are you gonna fight everyone Logan? I just wanna know if I'm next.
Logan: Nah. You'd go ninja on me--I can't take that kind of hurt.
Emma: God, but that is unnerving.
Kitty: Wriggle like that next time and I'll lose my grip in the middle of a wall. You'll fuse molecules. As deaths go, it's not the funnest.
Some of you know me. Most of you don't. I'm here because I guess I knew Larry Bodine best. But that isn't saying much. I hardly knew him at all. If I had maybe we wouldn't be at this memorial assembly. Who was he, then, that we gathered to mourn him? Who am I? A four-eyed, flat chested, brat, chick, brain, *********, stuck-up Xavier's snob freak! Don't like the words? I could use nicer. I've heard worse. Who here hasn't? So often, so casually, that maybe we've forgotten the power they have to hurt. ******, s**c, wop, slope, f*****t, mutie -- the list is so long, and so cruel. They're labels, put-downs, and they hurt. But usually we laugh it off or hit back -- with words of our own, or fists -- or we suffer in silence. No big deal -- this is the rough edge of reality. Right? why make a fuss? Trouble was when someone labeled Larry Bodine a 'mutie' they hit home -- because he was. His power created beauty. That's it. He did with light and color what mozart did with music and he wanted nothing more than to be accepted by his peers, and possibly even liked -- -- and isn't that what any of us really want? To have friends. People to care for us? Not to be alone? If we're lucky, we have someone to turn to. Larry didn't. He thought if people knew the truth, they'd stop seeing him and see only the label, the brand, his personal 'scarlet letter.' So he hid the truth and lived in terror of being discovered. He even joined in when others put mutants down. What matter the cost to his soul if it made his life a little better.That's the tragedy, that's our shame.Think of what you say. Imagine it being said about you. It's easy to make fun, real easy to be cruel. Try sometime being on the recieving end. If we're to learn anything from Larry's death, it should be this... You know who I am? I'm Kathrerine Pryde. That's the only thing that matters. The rest are just labels.
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