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Post by Rogue on Mar 3, 2005 14:55:31 GMT -5
"Well, New York is our best bet. If we go to Harry's, we will more then likely run into some of the guys and that would ruin the whole girls night thing. I know of a few places in Uptown that would be just what we are looking for."
She nodded and fingered the locket. "Ah'll need t' stop at a pawn shop on th' way. Got some old crap to sell."
"Sounds like a plan. What time are we meeting then, about 7.30?"
Rogue shrugged. "Whenever is fahne."
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Post by Shadowcat on Mar 3, 2005 18:11:06 GMT -5
Kitty was staring absetmindedly at the ground before her feet, her mind drifting back towards her closet. She fiddled with her hair, already trying to think of what to wear.
"7:30 then Kitty?"
"Hmm? What?" asked Kitty looking up slowly.
"Well somebody's got her head in the clouds," teased Jean. "Is 7:30 alright?"
"Oh, yeah sorry." Kitty grinned, "7:30's fine with me."
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Post by Psylocke on Mar 3, 2005 19:31:47 GMT -5
"7:30 it is, then, ladies. I'm off to change and do something with this hair," Betsy said as she flipped a lock of her long purple hair behind her back.
Then she left the other women on the team and went to her room.
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Post by Rogue on Mar 4, 2005 9:51:45 GMT -5
Taking Psylocke's exit as a cue, Rogue vaulted over the couch, helping herself along a little bit with her flying "gifts," and exited the room herself, twisting her head to face the two women who still stood in the room.
Recognizing the looks that they had both given her upon entering the room, she decided to try her best to shoot it down before they even had a chance to get a word about it in.
"Ah appreciate th' concern, gals, but Ah don' want t' talk about it."
It was probably useless, she knew. They had a tendency of trying to help. Especially since Kitty had witnessed the actual exit of Remy, some questions were inevitable.
Shrugging it off, she headed up to her bedroom to get dressed.
((in other words... Rogue exits and goes to her bedroom))
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Post by Rogue on Mar 6, 2005 14:12:25 GMT -5
((continued from Gambit's room))
The room was empty, she was the first to arrive, which surprised her, given her search for the shoes.
"Guess it's just me and th' cartoons... again."
She flipped the television back on and sat down to wait.
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Post by Psylocke on Mar 7, 2005 16:48:43 GMT -5
"Cartoons again, Rogue?" Betsy asked, her British accent thick with sarcasm. Then she looked around and said, "No one else, I see. I wonder what's keeping everyone."
Betsy wanted more then anything to ask Rogue what was wrong but she knew the other woman would just clam up. If depression were a color, it would be resonating off Rogue. Better to keep things light and upbeat around her before Rogue felt she was trying to get too close.
Making her way to the other side of the couch, Betsy sat down to wait. She was anxious to get their evening under way. There was tension that she couldn't block out at the mansion and it was almost stifling to a telepath.
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Post by Rogue on Mar 7, 2005 19:11:15 GMT -5
"Cartoons again, Rogue?" She looked up at the voice and rolled her eyes a little bit.
"Yeah, Ah like them"
"No one else, I see. I wonder what's keeping everyone."
"Probably just doin' their makeup... or husbands where applicable."
She put her feet up on the coffee table, not toricing that one of thher boots had a pair of boxers attached to them from when she had pulled it out of the pile of laundry in Remy's room.
"Can't ya like, answer your own question?" She tapped her head.
"Or at least remind Kitty not to overdo the makeup this time?"
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Post by Psylocke on Mar 9, 2005 11:18:29 GMT -5
Betsy rolled her eyes at Rogue. The more Rogue was trying to hide, the snottier the woman got.
"I am not going to use my telepathy to check on our teammates. They will get here when they do and if Kitty wants to look like a clown again, who am I to stop her?" she said with a devilish grin.
Then she pointed down at Rogue's boots and said, "Nice boxers." Turning away from her, she stood to go stand near a window and look out at the cold evening all the while keeping her shields up tight. The last thing she wanted was to get anymore feelings like those she had felt not too long ago.
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Post by malgray on Mar 9, 2005 11:36:54 GMT -5
Logan walked into the rec room in his normal "What'cha lookin at Bub" look on his face. He nodded to the others in the room, the promptly sat on a recliner not far from the televison set.
"Cartoons? You got to be kidding..." Though his tone was rather dry, his attention did focus on the funny little animal now running across the screen. "A wolverine." He laughed a bit causing the others to suddenly realize he was there.
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Post by Rogue on Mar 9, 2005 11:43:58 GMT -5
She looked down at her boots and blushed. "Heh... how about that?"
Unhooking the boxers, she twirled them in the air once before balling them up and shoving them under the cushion of the couch. "You didn't see those." Her smile vanished and her face grew somber as she thought about whose boxers they were and how he'd left.
Somewhere beside her, someone laughed. Startled, she turned and got ready to hit whoever it was for sneaking up on her. She was surprised to see that the intruder had already made himself comfortable in a nearby recliner.
"Oh, Wolvie..." She shrugged and punched him anyway. Hard. He had a healing factor, he could take it. "It ain't nice ta sneak up on people."
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Post by malgray on Mar 9, 2005 11:54:14 GMT -5
"Sneak? Me? Never." He laughed again sounding like gravel running through a sifter. He rubbed his arm where Rogue punched him feigning pain, with a brief look of sympathy on his face. "So whats with the cartoons? Got to be something good on." He watched Rogue who looked like she was paying half attention to what he said.
"Something on your mind?"
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Post by Psylocke on Mar 9, 2005 12:16:37 GMT -5
Betsy smiled as Rogue realized what she had been talking about regarding the underwear on her boots. Then she turned when Wolverine laughed. She knew he had entered the room but he didn't have to know that.
"Good evening, Logan," she greeted him. She agreed with him about the cartoons but let it go. Looking back at Rogue, she said, "I'm going to go check on Kitty. When I walked past Scott and Jean's room, Scott was in there so I am not going to go knocking on that door."
With a grin, she walked out of the Rec. Room and went to find Kitty.
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Post by Rogue on Mar 9, 2005 12:39:03 GMT -5
She waved a little bit as Betsy left the room, then turned to Logan.
"The usual. You know how it is." She dug around under the cushion of the couch and pulled out a discarded, slightly burnt playing card and flung it in Logan's direction.
"Ah'm sure you don't really want t' hear about it."
Handing him the remote, she pointed to the TV. "You're welcome t' try and find something better if ya like."
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Post by malgray on Mar 9, 2005 13:03:34 GMT -5
[To Psylocke] "Yeah take it easy Psy." he said barely noticing her in or leaving the room.
[To Rogue] Logan looked at the card, an ace of spades slightly burnt on the edges, he didn't need that much of a hint to know who she was talking about.
"You're right I dont." He smirked slightly his tone being noticably sarcastic. He then sighed. "But, I got this feeling your going to tell me."
Logan was never much at giving advice, but he was a good listener, a personality flaw that rogue was clearly aware of.
Stoggie in mouth, Logan pointed the remote at the TV flipping to some of the more interesting news channels, not that he cared much for the news, but it was a agreeable diversion from the "Saturday morning fever" (Cartoons) that Rogue seem to be suffering from.
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Post by Rogue on Mar 9, 2005 14:34:30 GMT -5
She grinned. He knew her all too well. Sure, she didn't want to talk about it to the girls. They would embellish the story and spread it around. But Logan wouldn't.
"He walked off. Just walked off. And Ah don't know what t' do . When Ah go after him, Ah'm not givin' him his space. When Ah don't, he thinks Ah don't want t' be close to him. And that's all without addin' in the troubles that we have to go through t' actually get close, ya know?" She grabbed a pillow and hugged it.
"And it ain't as if part of it's not mah fault, Ah know that, but that don't give him th' right to just walk off, not tell me where the hell he's goin' or when he'll be back. He could be gone for days, ya know?"
She watched the television silently for a moment as the channels changed rapidly.
"And sometimes, its just like he ain't himself, ya know? Like there's someone else in there controlling his mind. Ah almost wish that Ah was Kitty, so Ah could reach on in there and yank it out. Tinker around with it, see what's wrong. Of course, Ah could always just rip his skull apart anyways... but that wouldn't get me real far, now would it?"
She was rambling, and she knew it. But the only way to keep herself from getting choked up was to talk about being violent. A nasty little habit she had. She threw the pillow down angrily, and it bounced across the room.
"Ah don't even know why Ah'm botherin' goin' out tonight. Ah should be lookin' for him, not enjoying mahself."
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