And there's a storm you're starting now... [OPEN]

[theycalledmeacurse]

Who; Rogue (from the movieverse) and YOU!
What; After hiding out for a few days after the Big Important Meeting, Rogue's out wandering. Come meet her or catch up?
Where; Various locations
When; August 5th - 10th
Warnings; Mentions of imprisonment and torture, but nothing graphic. Will update as needed.

Being stuck underground was starting to take its toll on Rogue. It wasn't quite as bad when she was out and about, like in the cafeteria for her sorry excuse for meals, but when she was in her room... It was too much like being in the lab, where there had been no windows and nothing personal to remind her that she was still a human being.

With each night that passed, her nightmares grew worse and she found herself spending more time just walking around HQ, settling in one place for a few hours before moving to another. Being around people helped sometimes, but nighttime was the worst, when everyone seemed to settle and there was no one left to remind her that this world was still alive.


OOC; Starter posts/locations in the comments. Feel free to propose others, Rogue will be doing quite a bit of wandering.

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Saturday, August 6: Rec Room (Afternoon)

[playsforkeeps]

Remy settled in fairly quickly, as he often did on new places. The rec room had become one of his usual haunts, never able to turn down a challenge, specially a game, when it was offered. He wanted in to the room mid-afternoon, a pleasant smile touching his lips when his demon eyes settled on Rogue. His eyebrow quirked in amused surprised at the hand she was dealing herself and he sauntered over with a confident stride.

When he reached the table, he leaned forward against it, resting his palms on the surface of the table, mindful of her spread.

"Now yo' playin' my game, chere? Don' know if I should be touched or offended."

[theycalledmeacurse]

Rogue didn't look up as he approached, but she could tell from the clothes, the shoes, the walk - she'd know him anywhere. Remy LeBeau was like a sun, drawing her into his gravitational pull no matter what universe he was from.

Glancing at the hands with those sinfully skilled fingers, she didn't hide the smirk that curled up a corner of her lips as she moved a few cards. She continued the game with ease as she commented, "It's because you were touched that I'm playing this game. I've got too much of you in my head, swamp rat; I see a deck of cards and I've just gotta do something with it."

[playsforkeeps]

He breaks into a wide grin as he leans his weight on his palms, meeting her eyes, mischief dancing in those black orbs.

"I don' know 'bout dat, chere. Looks ta me like you got jus' enough." Remy was no fool, and he could follow what she meant by 'touching', even though the idea was a little disturbing. Was he, the other him, inside of her even now?

[theycalledmeacurse]

The sight of that grin just about took her breath away. He wasn't the love of her life, but he was. And lord did it make her heart and head ache something fierce.

"It'll never be enough," she said in a more somber tone, though there still a smile in place. "I miss my Remy like crazy. I always will." He was still in her head, of course, a constant presence offering her support, but it wasn't the same. A psyche in her mind couldn't wrap her up in strong arms and keep the world away.

[playsforkeeps]

"Sometimes we gotta make due wit' what we got, non?" His smile was a comforting one, understanding if not completely, at least partially what she was going through. Mourning what might have been wasn't exactly like mourning a man who was no longer with us, but he was no stranger to loss.

He motioned to the assortment of cards, a wry smile teasing the corner of his mouth. "You up fo' doubles?"