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Post by Rogue on Feb 28, 2005 14:58:20 GMT -5
She flipped through the channels. Nothing was on. Over a thousand channels, and nothing was on. Sighing, she settled on cartoons. Not her favorite, but they sure beat listening to people talk about which Celebrities were in jail this week.
She propped her feet up on the table, her discarded gloves creating a perfect cushion for her heels, and leaned back, closing her eyes.
"Might as well take a nap," she muttered to no one in particular.
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Post by Gambit on Feb 28, 2005 15:11:02 GMT -5
Remy padded into the room, for a change he'd remembered to take off his size 9 boots. It was dark and the TV was on blaring out some cartoon show. His heart melted as he spotted her asleep on the sofa, tucked into one corner. She looked so precious, at peace. To see her this way was pretty rare these days. He carefully slinked his way around to the other end of the sofa, and sat down beside her. He reached across to put his hand on hers but in time realised her gloves were discarded on the footstool.
"Merde!" he cursed under his breath. How he longed just to touch her, to caress her skin. He sat forward with his head in his hands, his long fringe jammed between his fingers.
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Post by Rogue on Feb 28, 2005 15:26:05 GMT -5
The couch bounced slightly and she slowly opened her eyes, casting a sideways glance at the other end of the couch. Her eyes slowly came into focus and she recognized the slightly hunched form. She lifted one of her legs and gently prodded him with her toe.
"Hey, sugar... what's wrong?"
Knowing him, he had probably been nearly caught while ripping some bigwig off. But perhaps it was something deeper.
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Post by Gambit on Feb 28, 2005 16:48:49 GMT -5
"Ahhh... nuttin' chere, just a headache. Long day at de office..."
Remy knew from his own bitter experience that saying anything would only make it worse. She would freak out if she knew.
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Post by Rogue on Feb 28, 2005 17:12:28 GMT -5
She settled back into the couch. "Fine." If he didn't want to talk, that was okay. It probably wasn't anything interesting anyways.
"Whose office was it this time?" Her eyes were glued to the television, but she was intent on having as normal a conversation as possible given the people involved. He might answer, he might not. Either way, it didn't really matter. They were all just words. Never the words that she wanted to speak to him, but words nonetheless.
Ever since Antarctica... things had been different. Not that she could blame him, it wasn't entirely one sided. It was, after all, her fault that he was left there in the first place. She wasn't strong enough to accept him for who he was, what he had done.
She laughed out loud, ignoring any reaction to it that Remy might have had. Strength had never been much of a problem for her. Well, somethinges being too strong was, but never not being strong enough.
But it all went back to Antarctica. Things were different now, not only because of his being abandoned and the toll that that had taken on her conscience, but also because of what happened the night before, when Magneto had them locked in the cell with the power dampeners.
She turned her head away from him, blushing. Something like that probably meant little to him. He had been with scores of women, but to her... She closed her eyes, feeling tears start to form. Never again. Never again could something like that happen. And it had been overshadowed by the trial. In a matter of hours, she had gone from loving him more than she ever thought it was possible to love someone to hating him worse than she ever hated anyone before.
Once she had returned, though, the anger fully settled on the person who was responsible. Magneto. She had spent months looking for him, trying to track him down, make him pay for what he did to her, what he did to them... but it was futile. He had disappeared.
She looked over at Gambit, and her heart ached. There was no way that it could ever work. But still, they kept on fighting for it.
"Why, Remy?" She said it aloud, surprising herself. "Why do we do this to each other?"
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Post by Shadowcat on Mar 1, 2005 0:28:34 GMT -5
Kitty wandered aimlessly down the hall. Her thoughts were elsewhere, if they were anywhere at all. It was one of those days were it was so easy to just feel lethargic and listless. She brushed her long hair out of her eyes when the sound of the tv blasting within the rec room caught her eyes. Perhaps this would help waste away the afternoon.
Kitty pushed open the door and to her surprise the room was quite empty despite the volume. Only two figures sat within. She froze as she realized who it was and what she'd probably walked in on. Kitty's cheeks blushing bright red, she squeaked an embarassed apology.
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Post by Gambit on Mar 1, 2005 14:05:37 GMT -5
"I's ok, I was just leaving anyway..."
Gambit practically threw himself to his feet, and walked out. He needed time to think, space and freedom. He had non of it while he in the Institute. His feelings tunneled into his mind, destroying any sense he had left.
He went back to his room in the Dorms and threw on his battered old jacket and a big pair of shabby leather boots. He laced them up tight and walked out again, closing the door behind him, the click of the catch echoing down the hall.
Walking put to the parking lot he reached into his jacket pocket for his keys. He hadn't been himself recently, not since the Antarctic, not since the trial, since he had been left to die in the frozen wastes, even by his own fairly lax standards. Something happened, more than just the trial and the events that followed, something both miraculous and also inwardly very disturbing...
He sat over the saddle of his Harley and slid the key into the ignition. The old warhorse struck into life, the spluttering growl of the twin cylinder engine bursting from the exhaust. He rode out. Where? Who cared as long as it wasn't here...
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Post by Rogue on Mar 1, 2005 14:15:46 GMT -5
"I's ok, I was just leaving anyway..."
She should have seen that coming. When the going gets tough, the tough get going... but not in the way that they're supposed to.
She stood up and watched him through the window as he drove away.
"Aw hell..."
She kicked a nearby trashcan, putting a large dent in it despite the fact that she was only wearing socks. Turning back to Kitty, she gestured towards the couch.
"Might as well make y'rself at home. Don't think he'll be coming back for a little while."
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Post by Psylocke on Mar 2, 2005 9:29:33 GMT -5
"Hullo, ladies," Betsy greeted as she entered the Rec. Room. She had just finished putting her new clothes away that she picked up on her shopping trip into New York and was looking for a bit of company. She noticed the television was blaring some annoying cartoon.
Rogue was clearly agitated based on the scowl that was on her pretty face and Kitty was giving off a very distinct "uncomfortable" feeling. She had heard Gambit storm off just a few minutes before and wondered if that was what the problem was.
"I was thinking. We haven't had a "Girls Night Out" evening in ages. What do you two think about hitting the clubs tonight and just enjoying ourselves? We'll ask Jean if she wants to come as well."
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Post by Rogue on Mar 2, 2005 12:42:13 GMT -5
"Hullo, ladies" Rogue didn't even have to look up to recognize the voice. Betsy had an uncanny ability to seem excited no matter what the occasion. Although, if she remembered correctly, she'd also gone shopping recently...
No matter. Instead of a good reply, Rogue simply grunted and turned back to the cartoons.
"I was thinking. We haven't had a "Girls Night Out" evening in ages. What do you two think about hitting the clubs tonight and just enjoying ourselves? We'll ask Jean if she wants to come as well."
She had planned on basically just lazing about all day, but she knew that if she did that, she'd only make herself feel worse. "Yah, fahne. It seems as if Ah don't have any plans anyway." As an afterthought, she added (rather mockingly and in a fairly good imitation of Remy's accent) "I gotta get de hell outta dis place."
She went back to flipping through the channels and turned to the other two. "So who's gonna go get Jean? Or should we all just think her name real hard?"
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Post by phoenix on Mar 2, 2005 12:49:58 GMT -5
"That often works quite well"
Said a voice laughing from behind Rogue. Jean we smiling at the 3 other women in the room warmly. Rogue looked tired and worn, Jean could see there was something wrong with her, even though she seemed to be putting on such a brave face. If she was nosy she probably would have had a quick look inside that head of hers, but often things were better left alone.
Betsys idea for a night on the tiles couldn't have come at a better time. Jean felt full to the brim of worries and concerns, A little bit of R and R wouldn't exactly go a miss.
"I'd be happy to go into the city"
Jean smiled again.
"Oh, and i didn't read anyones mind for that one. I heard you whilst i was walking up the corridor..." She grinned.
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Post by Shadowcat on Mar 2, 2005 19:08:22 GMT -5
"I was thinking. We haven't had a "Girls Night Out" evening in ages. What do you two think about hitting the clubs tonight and just enjoying ourselves? We'll ask Jean if she wants to come as well."
"Ooooh, yes," said Kitty instantly.
She was afraid that her relief at anything happening to break the awkward moment was too obvious. "That would be fun," she said more slowly, making sure she sounded casual again. Rogue however still looked somewhat upset, the corners of her mouth dragging down into a slight sad frown.
Kitty sighed, about to ask her if everything was alright. But Jean appeared in the doorway, and the thought was lost in all the sudden conversation.
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Post by Rogue on Mar 3, 2005 4:48:46 GMT -5
Once everyone had agreed that going out was a god plan, Rogue asked the next inevitable question.
"So... where are we going? New York? Ah don't want t' go to that crappy restaraunt in th' Village again. You know, the one with the chef that Kitty thinks is hot? Not there."
She looked down at her clothes, a long-sleeved t-shirt and a pair of Remy's pajama bottoms. She'd have to change, too. She ran a hand through her hair and noticed that it had gotten caught on a chain around her neck. she untangled it and traced the chain back to a small locket, that she had gotten from Joseph back before he turned out to be Magneto, and not just some clone. She'd put it on the day before in hopes of making Remy jealous. Sometimes, if he was jealous, he talked. But it hadn't worked. Angrily, she yanked it of and stuck it in the pocket of her pants.
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Post by Psylocke on Mar 3, 2005 8:17:27 GMT -5
Betsy laughed at the thought of going to the restaurant that Rogue was referring to and silently agreed with her about the place. She had thought of something a bit more......interesting, though.
"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."
Who knows, Betsy thought. Maybe I'll find someone brilliant tonight and can start a fling of my own. Betsy hated the jealousy that she felt toward the successful relationships around her but loneliness was a bitter pill to swallow.
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Post by phoenix on Mar 3, 2005 10:17:50 GMT -5
"Sounds like a plan" Jean replyed nodding sincerly.
She needed this, and she knew Scott wouldn't mind, Hell he spent so much time out in the city himself nowadays she didn't know what had gotten into him.
She shock it of, folding her arms gently across her chest.
"What time are we meeting then, about 7.30?"
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