Roseanne's Prince - 3
The back door opened to no one's notice except Prince's, and in walked Dan Conner; the burly, strong armed, disciplinary, yet comical patriarch of the Conner clan, a fine father about town. Having been laid off from work a few months ago, he was on a serious job hunt lately, but without much luck in the matter, he just ended up right back at home; today a bit earlier than usual of course. Hearing the commotion, he immediately walked into the living room.
"Heeeeyyyy heyyyy!" he yelled, breaking up the argument. "What's goin' on in here? DJ, what the hell are you doin' at home this time a day?!" he shouted as he walked to him near the stairs.
"I was gonna tell you Mister Conner," David said.
"Of course wimp boy was," Darlene added.
"Who is this?" asked Dan looking at Prince. Anyone's response at this point would have sufficed. His anger subsided however upon the sight of his eyes; looking at them strangely.
"What's the deal with the eyes? Are those natural?" Dan asked.
"I don't know. Ask
Roseanne's Prince - 2
The front door opened and from the moment the knob turned, the Nintendo 64 and all of its games vanished instantly. The Super Nintendo was back in its original place on the coffee table, and instead of Mario Party on pause, Cybernator was.
DJ jumped up from the sofa and stood facing his sister Darlene Conner who shut the door behind her. She was a sixteen year old cynic with a passion for writing dark fiction, rebelling against the status quo, raising her own expectations of herself and throwing it in her family's face. She had vampiric pale skin and a naturally lazy expression, long curly black hair, and wore black pants and a gray sweatshirt with a backpack over her shoulder.
Darlene had just gotten home from college in Michigan and had a not-so-friendly interaction with her boyfriend at The Lunch Box; her first stop since the bus station. She just wanted to come home and unwind a bit before the rest of the family got home, but to her pleasant surprise her peculiar kid brother was at
Roseanne's Prince - 1
The long whine of a harmonica blared from nowhere in particular; signifying that the setting of this home was in a small town called Lanford, Illinois; the town of loud-mouthed momma's, bar-brawling daddies, and sociopathic teenagers.
Judging by the dingy green walls, gray carpet, and the brown plaid couch with a hand-stitched afghan draped over the head of it, this was definitely the Conner house: the embodiment of the Lanford experience.
The house was so quiet; the sound of the leaky kitchen faucet could pass for a sledgehammer against concrete; the hum of the fridge like a tenor singing to the audience of the coffee brown dining table and chairs placed before it. Silence in the Conner house was such a rare experience, Kodak could've made sound recorders just to properly call it a "Kodak Moment".
But of course it wasn't long before the patio door creaked open, and the youngest Conner, eleven year old DJ short for David Jacob tip toed into the kitchen in his
Robin's Masterpiece - 8
Raphael unlocked the door and stepped into the house; Robin following close behind him. His heart felt like it was beating a thousand times a minute, but it wasn't really a bad thing. Dare he think it, he actually felt excited. Something felt right.
The inside of the house had a modern feel, a smooth jazzy, mature look to it. The floors were large brown tiled, and the walls an earthy green. The place was fully furnished; including a stereo and large plasma screen television in the den, and a few feet from that a stylishly modern dinette set near the balcony door.
"Wow Raphael. Look at those windows," Robin said breath taken. The light from the large wall high windows glared in his crystal blue eyes. Growing up in a dirty and dank shack of a home for the past nineteen years of his life truly made him crave the sunlight. Lots of it!
"Baby, come look," Raphael said and grabbed his lover's hand. He pulled him to the door and stepped out onto the long balcony overlooking the seaside.
The Prince vs The Phoenix - 2
Prince Lockett vanished in a blink. Wolverine looked around cautiously his eyes bucked. He looked up to Phoenix who stood confidently, a smirk on her veiny face, wind still encircling her. On her shoulders appeared Prince in another blink, "Hi there!"
He pulled Phoenix's hair, and hovering through mid-air swung her around by her locks several rotations before releasing her. She tumbled to the ground as he did, then immediately looked back up at him, but he was gone. She flung her coat from her body with her powers and walked next to a car. She looked around her and spotted Wolverine who had stood in the same spot since seeing the Royal Prince. Absolute astonishment was smeared across his scruffy face. Phoenix could sense Lockett's presence growing closer.
He blinked into sight; standing inches before her. He rose and kicked her in the chest with both feet; she crashed against the car, then against the wall of the building. She stood to her feet and her eyes expanded in darkness, flames
The Prince vs The Phoenix - 1
As Magneto lay on the ground trembling; the wretched "cure" serum spreading through his bloodstream thanks to a big blue grizzly man named Hank McCoy, Wolverine, Beast, and Phoenix looked at him with pity almost, the environment around them finally calming (slightly).
It had been an intense battle between three parties. The side of the good of humanity; the X-Men led by the late Professor Charles Xavier, the side of the "good" of mutantkind; Magneto and his band of ruthless allies, and finally the side of the good of "normal" humanity, of course none other than the US government. Now with all of the leaders of this war incapacitated, maybe things could return to normal.
For Wolverine, this meant that maybe the woman he loved, Jean Grey, could return to normal as well. Almost a week and a half ago, she was dead to he and the other X-Men. When he saw Jean for the first time since her return, he was sure enough shocked, but nonetheless overjoyed. Buy maybe he too should have listened to t