[» » » ALL ABOARD] [As Rogue opened her eyes again, this time she frowns, brow furrowing. Her mind skips, almost overwhelmed, as she notes one thing after another. Trying to calm herself down, she squeezes her eyes shut for a moment, only to open them. Right. Well, it's been a trip so far, from being all but man handled before being tossed out with a paper gown.
Okay. She isn't at the institute- is she even in America? On... Earth? That bothered her, a lot, and not just the fact it is all an invasion of her privacy and that someone had given her a marking and dubbed her Submissive without her noticing. It is also the fact that her touch is deadly – or was. Past tense. She'd taken the cure, after all. Freshly. It's going to take some getting used to.
Eyes shifting around the area, Rogue waits for this train. Why? Why any of this? How? How had this come to pass? Who? Who is actually behind all this? Again and again her fingers traced along the mark, turning it around her neck, but still no answers came.
Well, then she will just need to find some actual answers for herself. No doubt Bobby would be worried about her, or maybe he was in the same position in a room just down the hall... And the others? Logan... and Storm and Cyclops. John had left, of course, but everyone else. She needs to find them, needs to get answers.
Biting her lower lip, Rogue makes a plan even as the train arrives, and she boards. She might not be the strongest or the quickest or even the smartest, but that doesn't mean she is just going to sit around and wait for rescue. Especially if Bobby or the others might be in danger. That is the least she can do as she looks for a place to sit. ]
'xcuse me? This spot taken?
[» » » DEEP END] [Somehow, her eyes had come to linger on a pair of people. Happy and laughing. Holding hands. Embracing. Not a care in the world. At ease. Relaxed. Just like any normal couple should be. Heck, it is a nice day, kidnapping aside, and the area is full of people enjoying the weather. Some are lounging around in various spots, others playing with in the water, playing games. Tag. Frizbee. Football.
Her eyes shift away from all that, and settle upon her bare hands in her lap. Being a mutant is not anything that Rogue had ever given thought to, at least not in the sense of 'maybe I'm a mutant'. There had been reports about what various mutants could do, but Rogue had never met one, at least not until much later. And now? She had met a lot of them, with powers ranging all over the place, from physical to mental and in between. Her own boyfriend could create ice, and Logan could heal and draw out claws.
Of course, she doesn't begrudge Logan his abilities even if she did envy the others at times.
When they come out, does it hurt?
His answer is something that had stuck with Rogue, even after all this time. Yet even he could touch people. It is hard not to notice things like that, things that people took for granted. Hell, even she had when she had been younger. It's not like she had every really paid much attention or truly thought about it. Why would she? It has been like breathing – something to take for granted. There had been hugs and kisses from family members, embraces when she was sad, and pats on the back when she had done well.
The cure... She'd taken it, but she's still gun-shy, especially with so much skin showing. She's not sure if it is actually a mandatory mandatory thing, but Rogue doesn't want to get on the wrong page right away. Leaning a little toward the person sittinng next to her, she finds herself asking.]
Is it always like this? When people arrive? Some... sort of get together party thing?
[And oh Lordy- is that someone streaking past them, bare as the day they'd been born?]
[» » » CREAMSICLE] [There is so much to see and so much to learn, and not all of it she really wants to learn.... A part of Rogue is overly awed by it all. She had once planned a road trip, had even had it all planned out. Yet, plans had changed when her powers had manifested and she never did go about doing what she had talked to David about. Then again, she has also seen so much with the Institute, some of it good, some of it bad.
She's dressed in a light t-shirt and jeans, trying to see if there is some obvious answer on how to leave this messed up place. Yet, she is here and there, poking her nose in to shops to browse at the windows, or at the market to see what is for sale. Listening, maybe, in case anyone happens to give something away. They don't. She pauses here and there, gasping in surprise and blushing at the sight of things she doesn't expect to be so publicly displayed, and overall, she does not look anywhere close to being at ease.
Is it strange? It is very strange. When she first hears the light jingle, Rogue writes it off, but no... It appears to be an actual ice cream truck, just as they had back at home. She has no money though, and watches as others approach, taking note. Free samples. Free is good, so Rogue steps forward, and walks away with a Rainbow popsicle. It's nice and cold and does hit the spot on a warm day, making her remember younger days, more carefree days, before the whole powers thing had happened.
Her gaze flicks up, and as she catches someone else's eyes, she offers a smile.]
Seems a little out of place, just getting free samples of ice cream in a place that kidnaps us...
[» » » NETWORK] video ; un ; rogue [The feed starts to show a teenage girl staring down at the feed. Her bottom lip is between her teeth, before she lets out a little huff, sending strands of white and brown hair fluttering away from her face.]
Okay.
[A slight drawl to that, as a hand pushes her hair back behind her ear.]
I've seen and heard some crazy things, but Ah gotta admit, this? I think this takes the blue ribbon. I get what was said. I'm not stupid, but... Well, I mean, it's a bit hard to accept this.
[The tone of her voice really says it all. But... It is a lot to take in, and a lot that really doesn't seem right or real.
Of course that leads to a lot of other questions, such as who, and why, and how.] Is it true though? Any of it?
[And that part she hesitates on.]
Or, or is this just someone's idea of a stupid joke.
[A really stupid joke.]
'cause it's not funny.
[» » » WILDCARD] [ooc: feel free to use any prompt or just find her exploring. She'll still be a little skittish around people, coming in from when she's taken the cure.]
Rogue | XMCU | Submissive
[As Rogue opened her eyes again, this time she frowns, brow furrowing. Her mind skips, almost overwhelmed, as she notes one thing after another. Trying to calm herself down, she squeezes her eyes shut for a moment, only to open them. Right. Well, it's been a trip so far, from being all but man handled before being tossed out with a paper gown.
Okay. She isn't at the institute- is she even in America? On... Earth? That bothered her, a lot, and not just the fact it is all an invasion of her privacy and that someone had given her a marking and dubbed her Submissive without her noticing. It is also the fact that her touch is deadly – or was. Past tense. She'd taken the cure, after all. Freshly. It's going to take some getting used to.
Eyes shifting around the area, Rogue waits for this train. Why? Why any of this? How? How had this come to pass? Who? Who is actually behind all this? Again and again her fingers traced along the mark, turning it around her neck, but still no answers came.
Well, then she will just need to find some actual answers for herself. No doubt Bobby would be worried about her, or maybe he was in the same position in a room just down the hall... And the others? Logan... and Storm and Cyclops. John had left, of course, but everyone else. She needs to find them, needs to get answers.
Biting her lower lip, Rogue makes a plan even as the train arrives, and she boards. She might not be the strongest or the quickest or even the smartest, but that doesn't mean she is just going to sit around and wait for rescue. Especially if Bobby or the others might be in danger. That is the least she can do as she looks for a place to sit. ]
'xcuse me? This spot taken?
[» » » DEEP END]
[Somehow, her eyes had come to linger on a pair of people. Happy and laughing. Holding hands. Embracing. Not a care in the world. At ease. Relaxed. Just like any normal couple should be. Heck, it is a nice day, kidnapping aside, and the area is full of people enjoying the weather. Some are lounging around in various spots, others playing with in the water, playing games. Tag. Frizbee. Football.
Her eyes shift away from all that, and settle upon her bare hands in her lap. Being a mutant is not anything that Rogue had ever given thought to, at least not in the sense of 'maybe I'm a mutant'. There had been reports about what various mutants could do, but Rogue had never met one, at least not until much later. And now? She had met a lot of them, with powers ranging all over the place, from physical to mental and in between. Her own boyfriend could create ice, and Logan could heal and draw out claws.
Of course, she doesn't begrudge Logan his abilities even if she did envy the others at times.
When they come out, does it hurt?
His answer is something that had stuck with Rogue, even after all this time. Yet even he could touch people. It is hard not to notice things like that, things that people took for granted. Hell, even she had when she had been younger. It's not like she had every really paid much attention or truly thought about it. Why would she? It has been like breathing – something to take for granted. There had been hugs and kisses from family members, embraces when she was sad, and pats on the back when she had done well.
The cure... She'd taken it, but she's still gun-shy, especially with so much skin showing. She's not sure if it is actually a mandatory mandatory thing, but Rogue doesn't want to get on the wrong page right away. Leaning a little toward the person sittinng next to her, she finds herself asking.]
Is it always like this? When people arrive? Some... sort of get together party thing?
[And oh Lordy- is that someone streaking past them, bare as the day they'd been born?]
[» » » CREAMSICLE]
[There is so much to see and so much to learn, and not all of it she really wants to learn.... A part of Rogue is overly awed by it all. She had once planned a road trip, had even had it all planned out. Yet, plans had changed when her powers had manifested and she never did go about doing what she had talked to David about. Then again, she has also seen so much with the Institute, some of it good, some of it bad.
She's dressed in a light t-shirt and jeans, trying to see if there is some obvious answer on how to leave this messed up place. Yet, she is here and there, poking her nose in to shops to browse at the windows, or at the market to see what is for sale. Listening, maybe, in case anyone happens to give something away. They don't. She pauses here and there, gasping in surprise and blushing at the sight of things she doesn't expect to be so publicly displayed, and overall, she does not look anywhere close to being at ease.
Is it strange? It is very strange. When she first hears the light jingle, Rogue writes it off, but no... It appears to be an actual ice cream truck, just as they had back at home. She has no money though, and watches as others approach, taking note. Free samples. Free is good, so Rogue steps forward, and walks away with a Rainbow popsicle. It's nice and cold and does hit the spot on a warm day, making her remember younger days, more carefree days, before the whole powers thing had happened.
Her gaze flicks up, and as she catches someone else's eyes, she offers a smile.]
Seems a little out of place, just getting free samples of ice cream in a place that kidnaps us...
[» » » NETWORK] video ; un ; rogue
[The feed starts to show a teenage girl staring down at the feed. Her bottom lip is between her teeth, before she lets out a little huff, sending strands of white and brown hair fluttering away from her face.]
Okay.
[A slight drawl to that, as a hand pushes her hair back behind her ear.]
I've seen and heard some crazy things, but Ah gotta admit, this? I think this takes the blue ribbon. I get what was said. I'm not stupid, but... Well, I mean, it's a bit hard to accept this.
[The tone of her voice really says it all. But... It is a lot to take in, and a lot that really doesn't seem right or real.
Of course that leads to a lot of other questions, such as who, and why, and how.] Is it true though? Any of it?
[And that part she hesitates on.]
Or, or is this just someone's idea of a stupid joke.
[A really stupid joke.]
'cause it's not funny.
[» » » WILDCARD]
[ooc: feel free to use any prompt or just find her exploring. She'll still be a little skittish around people, coming in from when she's taken the cure.]