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

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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"You look like the rugs been pulled out from under your feet sugar."

Rogue took a seat in front of the older woman placing her tray on the table. She had the exact same thing as the other woman but she choose to disregard that fact for right now. She hadn't been sure what to say and it got to the point where she decided she didn't care.

She was going to have a conversation with herself if it was the last thing she did.

Rogue looked up as the younger version of herself sat across from her, her jaw dropping slightly as she struggled to come up with something to say. She wasn't wrong, this other self - she felt completely out of sorts, and didn't know which way was up most of the time.

"That's a pretty accurate way of putting it," she finally replied, noticing herself that the other woman's tray was a copy of her own. Their portion sizes were a little different though - she'd specifically asked Gus for smaller portions so she didn't waste food, because there was no way she was able to eat a normal sized meal yet.

"How are you handling all of this?"

"As well as a cat in a room full of rocking chairs." Her expression was relaxed though her shoulders were tense. She continued to wear the suite she'd arrived in and she had no intention of changing. She wasn't comfortable wearing any less and she was less comfortable around people and a setting she didn't know.

Rogue wasn't okay but she wanted to be strong and she had some practice putting up a front. While Gambit and another version of herself were here she had no one to talk to. She missed Storm and the others, her Gambit, her team.

"You look a might too thin hon." She nodded towards the tray in front of Rogue.

It was such a southern thing to say, that Rogue had to smile a little in amusement. She'd probably be saying the same thing if their situations were reversed; her role had always been that of taking care of everyone else first, and herself as an afterthought.

"I know," she said simply, giving a slight nod of acknowledgment. "It's something I'm working on." She lifted her tea again to take another sip, the condensation on the glass slick against her bare fingers; she'd taken off her gloves to eat, but the rest of her remained safely covered with the grey suit she'd arrived in.

Unlike her other self, Rogue wasn't putting up any sort of strong front. She was tired, she was lonely, and she was grieving the loss of everyone she'd ever known. Some of that was hidden behind good southern manners, but she didn't waste what energy she had trying to push the rest aside, not with another version of herself.

"Is it really true then?" Sayings aside Rogue wanted to know more about the woman sitting across from her. She hadn't gone to the hospital wing and she hadn't really inquired a lot about others here. Pulse had spoken to her at the meeting and ever since she felt an eerie amount of discomfort no matter where she went. She wanted to leave HQ but she didn't at the same time.

How different was this world?

Rogue's head canted to the side. "How much is different." Besides age and clothing which were the obvious differences between the pair of girls.

It took real effort to keep herself from also tilting her head as her other self had - it was such a natural reaction, but now that she'd noticed, she didn't want to do it.

"Between us?" Rogue asked to clarify, not sure to what exactly the other woman was referring. "Or between our worlds? I haven't been outside here; I'm not ready for that yet." She wasn't sure if she ever would be.

"Between us sugar."

Rogue's tone softened a little bit, becoming more gentle. She was one edge and there was no doubt in her heart and mind that the other her was as well. It was awkward at best and while she wanted to throw a fit she knew that it wouldn't do either of them a lick of good. She had taken the time to have this conversation for a reason and she didn't want to lose that now.

Her whole life seemed to be about control now.

"This world probably has it's own problems and for now I'd like to deal with my own." Not to say it's in Rogue to sit around and do nothing should the situation come up. For now it's peaceful and she'll enjoy what little peace she's given.

Rogue watched the other woman for a long moment, debating what to share and what to keep to herself. But in the end, if she could somehow help this woman lead a better life, not make the same mistakes she had, then what choice did she really have?

"I arrived at Charles Xavier's school when I was seventeen," she started, figuring the basics were a good place to begin. "My adoptive parents didn't want a mutant in the family, so I left. I wasn't there more than a few days before I was kidnapped by Magneto - he made me absorb him so I could power a machine that was meant to change baseline humans into mutants. The X-Men stopped him, but I'd have died if it hadn't been for Logan saving me with his healing."

It was an event that had shaped her entire life from that point onward. She didn't say anything about the comment on the problems of this world; nothing needed to be said when she understood completely.

She listened quietly and when it seemed like the other girl was finished she exhaled a slow breath. "We have some things in common sugar but not all." She wondered what she should say but considering Rogue's openness she thought she should be too.

It felt right.

"I was thirteen when I ran away, papa didn't want a mutant in the family." It felt like some sort of sick joke when she repeated the similarity. "I found someone who was willing to take care of me and teach me..." Her voice trailed off and her brows furrowed. "She taught me how to use my powers." There are parts of her life that Rogue wasn't proud of and the Brotherhood of Mutants was one of them. She had trusted the wrong people and got hurt because of it.

"When we fought Ms.Marvel I-" She paused, biting her lower lip. It was difficult to admit. "I killed her." She wouldn't tell anyone else this but Rogue was... it was still her wasn't it? "That’s when I met Professor Xavier. He helped me and I've been with the X-Men since."

That was the short version.

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

Sunday, August 7: Cafeteria (Lunch) [Closed to the Rogues]

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