Title: Definitions
Author: Inaka
Disclaimer: I don't own any of these characters Marvel does. I'm making no money from this, I'm just having fun playing with Rogue's mind. Definition taken from www.dictionary.com
Author's Notes: I'm not happy with how this turned out but I felt the need to see how the powers that be reacted to Rogue's new outlook. I think this will eventually be four chapters. I haven't completely dropped Logan, but I'm still focusing on Rogue right now. *...* Denote telepathic communication and #...# denotes Rogue's thoughts.
*Rogue could I see you in my office.*
#Oh, shit.#
Logon ...
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ID: Rogue
Password: *****
Valid password entered system starting ...
Open file: C:/Diary.txt
Entry #214
I got "The Talk" today. I knew it was comin' after I stopped wearin' the gloves. Actually I was kinda lookin' forward to it. It was well done. Watchin' the Professor and Jean lecture me was like watchin' a gorgeously choreographed ballet. Each supportin' the other's arguments until they stood safely behind a heavily fortified wall of righteousness. It didn't change a damn thing really, but I did appreciate the effort.
It's funny how when you quit feelin' bad about yourself ya begin to notice other people's low opinions of ya. They don't think of it that way, but in the end it all amounts to the same thing. Fear and mistrust cloaked in the friendlyy disguise of concern.
Take the general theme of "The Talk," responsibility. There's a word that got thrown around quite a bit. "Rogue, aren't you aware of the responsibilities you must bare with a gift like yours?" # No, I'm completely obilvious to them.# "What about your responsibilities to your fellow students?" # Well it's been two days and I haven't killed anyone yet, I'd call that pretty damn responsible.# And my personal favortie "It's unlike you to be so irresponsible." # Why thank you Jean your confidence in me is astounding.# I'm surprised they didn't pull out a life-sized poster of Scott, point to it, and say "Why can't you be more like this?"
Responsibility! What about their responsibilities to me? I'm a Mutant at a Mutant school. Isn't it their responsibility to teach me how to use my powers not how to hide 'em? Hell it's not like everyone else here has complete control anyway. At any given time Jubes could slip and PAFF! the mansion to bits, or St. John could accidentally torch the place, yet I'M the dangerous one.
I'm not stupid I saw them both watchin' my hands the entire time. As if suddenly without the gloves they didn't know me anymore, couldn't trust me anymore. Believe me nothin' hurts more than havin' someone you respect, someone who preaches tolerance and acceptance, lookin' at your hands, not your eyes while they talk to you.
I wasn't tryin' to antagonize them, but it's not like we ask them to walk around the mansion wearin' lead helmets or somethin' to ensure that they aren't readin' our thoughts. There's got to be a measure of trust here, that's all I'm askin' for, sadly I don't think they can give it.
In the end we reached a compromise, after all I am a guest in the Professor's house and since I ain't got nowhere else to go I'm not lookin' to get kicked out. I agreed to wear the gloves in class and in the cafeteria; otherwise they're "optional." Not exactly the great breakthrough I was hopin' for.
What has become uncomfortably obvious is that any progress I'm gonna make with my powers will have to happen outside the range of watchful eyes. So at school I'll be the dutiful student, the slightly more assertive, but still timid, Rogue they're comfortable with. (I've always fancied myself a bit of an actress.) What happens when I'm not at the mansion, well that they don't need to know. If they can't help me I'll just have to help myself.
Y'know my first week here Bobby asked me why I called myself Rogue. I told him it was jus' because I liked the sound of it. I suppose somethin' like Leech would've been more appropriate, but far less poetic. I looked up the definition of Rogue today. Y'know what it says?
ROGUE 1. An unprincipaled, deceitful and unreliable person;
a scoundrel or rascal.
2. One who is playfully mischievous.
3. A vagrant.
4. A vicious solitary animal.
5. An organism ... that shows an undesirable variation from
a standard.
Guess I chose the right name after all.
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## Next up (when I have the time to write it) is Little Touches. Rogue puts her new theories into practice on the streets of New York.##
Author: Inaka
Disclaimer: I don't own any of these characters Marvel does. I'm making no money from this, I'm just having fun playing with Rogue's mind. Definition taken from www.dictionary.com
Author's Notes: I'm not happy with how this turned out but I felt the need to see how the powers that be reacted to Rogue's new outlook. I think this will eventually be four chapters. I haven't completely dropped Logan, but I'm still focusing on Rogue right now. *...* Denote telepathic communication and #...# denotes Rogue's thoughts.
*Rogue could I see you in my office.*
#Oh, shit.#
Logon ...
14.08.01 20:15 Terminal 3
ID: Rogue
Password: *****
Valid password entered system starting ...
Open file: C:/Diary.txt
Entry #214
I got "The Talk" today. I knew it was comin' after I stopped wearin' the gloves. Actually I was kinda lookin' forward to it. It was well done. Watchin' the Professor and Jean lecture me was like watchin' a gorgeously choreographed ballet. Each supportin' the other's arguments until they stood safely behind a heavily fortified wall of righteousness. It didn't change a damn thing really, but I did appreciate the effort.
It's funny how when you quit feelin' bad about yourself ya begin to notice other people's low opinions of ya. They don't think of it that way, but in the end it all amounts to the same thing. Fear and mistrust cloaked in the friendlyy disguise of concern.
Take the general theme of "The Talk," responsibility. There's a word that got thrown around quite a bit. "Rogue, aren't you aware of the responsibilities you must bare with a gift like yours?" # No, I'm completely obilvious to them.# "What about your responsibilities to your fellow students?" # Well it's been two days and I haven't killed anyone yet, I'd call that pretty damn responsible.# And my personal favortie "It's unlike you to be so irresponsible." # Why thank you Jean your confidence in me is astounding.# I'm surprised they didn't pull out a life-sized poster of Scott, point to it, and say "Why can't you be more like this?"
Responsibility! What about their responsibilities to me? I'm a Mutant at a Mutant school. Isn't it their responsibility to teach me how to use my powers not how to hide 'em? Hell it's not like everyone else here has complete control anyway. At any given time Jubes could slip and PAFF! the mansion to bits, or St. John could accidentally torch the place, yet I'M the dangerous one.
I'm not stupid I saw them both watchin' my hands the entire time. As if suddenly without the gloves they didn't know me anymore, couldn't trust me anymore. Believe me nothin' hurts more than havin' someone you respect, someone who preaches tolerance and acceptance, lookin' at your hands, not your eyes while they talk to you.
I wasn't tryin' to antagonize them, but it's not like we ask them to walk around the mansion wearin' lead helmets or somethin' to ensure that they aren't readin' our thoughts. There's got to be a measure of trust here, that's all I'm askin' for, sadly I don't think they can give it.
In the end we reached a compromise, after all I am a guest in the Professor's house and since I ain't got nowhere else to go I'm not lookin' to get kicked out. I agreed to wear the gloves in class and in the cafeteria; otherwise they're "optional." Not exactly the great breakthrough I was hopin' for.
What has become uncomfortably obvious is that any progress I'm gonna make with my powers will have to happen outside the range of watchful eyes. So at school I'll be the dutiful student, the slightly more assertive, but still timid, Rogue they're comfortable with. (I've always fancied myself a bit of an actress.) What happens when I'm not at the mansion, well that they don't need to know. If they can't help me I'll just have to help myself.
Y'know my first week here Bobby asked me why I called myself Rogue. I told him it was jus' because I liked the sound of it. I suppose somethin' like Leech would've been more appropriate, but far less poetic. I looked up the definition of Rogue today. Y'know what it says?
ROGUE 1. An unprincipaled, deceitful and unreliable person;
a scoundrel or rascal.
2. One who is playfully mischievous.
3. A vagrant.
4. A vicious solitary animal.
5. An organism ... that shows an undesirable variation from
a standard.
Guess I chose the right name after all.
Save file ... C:/Diary.txt
Password enabled
Saved
Logoff
14.08.01 20:59 Terminal 3
## Next up (when I have the time to write it) is Little Touches. Rogue puts her new theories into practice on the streets of New York.##
