I've Been Down With A Broken Heart

[notmarieanymore]

Who: Rogue, and you
When: Month of January
Where: On the station
What: Denial is a hell of a drug, and the hangovers are worse.
Warnings: CW for inevitable mentions of torture and murder.


The Devil Gave Me A Crooked Soul- girl talk with ka
Rogue went from the arena straight back to the station, stopping only to exchange a few gems for a large bottle of what she was told was alcoholic. Things had already been hard this month, with the Professor and Logan both gone, but finally recognizing Erik for who he was? That easily topped it.

She'd been so stupid- it was right there in front of her. Logan had made a few comments, the Professor had called Magneto Erik around her, but she hadn't wanted it to be true. Unfortunately she couldn't pretend anymore.

So she was just going to ignore her emotions for a little while. What better way to do it than with a drink?

Hoping against hope that Kelly Ann was in her room, Rogue made her way there, before knocking on the door a bit loudly. "Kelly Ann? It's Rogue- can I come in?" She was going to come in anyway, like it or not.

When He Gave Me Crooked Feet- general mopiness.
The next few days, Rogue is scarce. She keeps to her room, and when she's not there, she's in the gym. She's running laps, lifting weights, or her personal favorite: beating up a punching bag. She's been training long enough that she's confident in her ability at the gym, but she's been there a bit too much lately, pushing herself harder.

Logan, she hopes, would be proud.

But he's not even here, which makes this whole thing worse. There's no one from her time here, among their kind. Laura was from her future, Peter and Kurt her past. No one she could talk to who knew where she was coming from. She'd gone to Kelly Ann, sure, but that was mostly out of need for a drinking partner.

Apart from that, she won't bring the issue at hand to anyone's attention. It's none of their business, why she's so upset with Erik (Magneto, she reminds herself), and what happened to her. She'd had enough memory sharing for one life time here, and she didn't intend to do anymore.

But Gabriel Done Came To Me- meditation in the garden
Truthfully, the only reason right now that Rogue bothers to come to the garden is that she's got shin splints from all the running she's been doing. Which means it's time to take a few days off of cardio and lifting.

Meditation is something she'd been doing with the Professor, trying to get to the bottom of her powers, of her as a person. She'd never really come to enjoy it, but it was as good an excuse for a change of scenery as any. So Rogue takes to the garden, setting out a mat. She starts with yoga, first, before moving into the actual meditation bit.

Closing her eyes, she lays her gloved hands on her knees and sits cross-legged.

How people do this regularly, she has no freaking clue.

And Kissed Me In My Sleep- wild card!
make your own or hit me up at sheakespeare.

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[supersonic]

Home. What an insubstantial concept, here. People disappear, that much he believes, and he's heard some do come back, but the rest - how can any of them be sure where they've gone, or if they're even alive?

Pietro decides not to share that thought. Occasionally it occurs to him to exercise a modicum of tact.

"You couldn't find anyone else?" He imagines she has friends. She seems like the kind of person other people like.

[notmarieanymore]

They don't know for sure, but she has to believe they return to where they came from. It's so much easier that way.

Rogue rolls her eyes. "First of all, I've been training with Logan for two years. Second of all, most people here don't have any experience with my powers, and I don't want to subject them to that." She taught basic self defense, but she was instructing, and she'd warned the class not to touch her. She always covered up.

Even now, working out, she doesn't roll up her sleeves.

[supersonic]

He's noticed. Only just now, though — before, Pietro had written her gloved hands off as a fashion choice, or some kind of temperature intolerance, but she says powers, and his spine straightens just so, his formerly idle attention now abruptly focused. He has no great skill at hiding it, either, but there's something cautious in his body language, too. Meeting other mutants hasn't always gone well for him, and he doubts she's his biggest fan right now.

Thankfully, he manages to sound as blasé as ever. "So your powers are what, an extreme allergy to humans?"

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Rogue looks over at him and rolls her eyes.

"No-" and honestly, she's looking forward to ruining what he thinks is a clever little quip or something. Usually, it's next to impossible to describe her powers without making them sound as terrible as they were. Well, now she's just gonna enjoy it. "-I drain the life force of anyone I touch."

[supersonic]

Well. That's a new one. And it does indeed earn her a full beat of staring and blinking. His own not-so-cleverness momentarily forgotten, Pietro squints at her like he's trying to puzzle her out now. How that works, how she manages a mutation like that every day (every minute, the way he manages his own), but also the more immediate problem of how she's supposed to spar with anyone when she could so easily kill them.

"Instantly, or—" Hm. "Because I have rather quick reflexes."

[notmarieanymore]

It's pretty satisfactory to see Pietro rendered speechless, if only for a moment. Despite this only being their third encounter, she'd already gotten the impression he was a bit of an egotist. It was good to see him knocked off balance, and she smirked, just a little.

But he recovers quick, and she raises an eyebrow at him. "Yeah? It takes a second or two to kick in. Then I think it's no more'n ten seconds in total. Not really a theory I'm willing to test if you catch my drift."

But Rogue's already pulling out a spare pair of kickboxing gloves for him.

[supersonic]

"Whole seconds? That's practically an eternity," he boasts, in case there was any lingering doubt about his egotism. Sufficiently encouraged, he pushes off from the wall to join her, both hands raised to catch the gloves if she'll toss them. Come on, then.

"Don't worry. It's unlikely you could hit me at all if I did not intend it."

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Rogue tosses the gloves to him.

"Superspeed? Or is your ego really that big?" She smiles, though. That was gonna make him harder to hit. Much harder.

"Okay- I've warned you. Anything that happens to you is your fault then." Rogue tightens up her pony tail and zips up her jacket. "Ready whenever you are."