Rogue woke to the sound of a radio playing..
So quit wasting my time And what have you got to say Well things have got to change See this just isn't right I don't wanna have to cry And I think I'd better go Cause this ain't working out any more and I'm sorry, sorry, sorry
Her eyes opened slightly and everything around her was a blur. She wasn't lying in the same room she'd fallen asleep in. Not in Remy's hotel suite. Now she was lying in a simple but cozy room. She felt herself try to lift her head, but it felt heavier than ever. Where was she and where was Remy? At this point, it was all that was on her mind. Then she heard voices. Bickering, fighting, arguing voices. One of a man, one of a woman. She wanted to get up and hide, but since that wasn't possible she laid her head down and pretended to sleep.
'Listen Ryan, she was hurt. You know us mutants have to stick together!' came the woman's voice. It was somewhat familiar to Rogue. She just couldn't put a face to it. until.
'I know, I know, cause no one else is gonna help us. But think about this Stokes! We don't even know her! What if she goes berserk or something!' the male's voice argued back. Stokes.Stokes! Stokely! It was Stokely! Thank god, finally someone other than Remy who would listen to her! Rogue tried to sit up and made a valiant effort but fell back onto the bed.
There was silence outside the room and slowly the door opened, and a familiar blonde poked her head in to see if Rogue was awake. But instead of the happy smiling warm face Rogue was used to seeing, was. ...was it fear? Rogue tried to sit up again.
'Stokely.' she said softly, though it was as loudly as she could speak for some reason. Stokely seemed shocked, which was confusing but she nevertheless entered the room slowly, cautiously.
'How do you...' Stokely said carefully, but before she could finish, someone had entered and shut the door. Stokes turned suddenly, and Rogue noticed that she seemed uncharacteristically paranoid. What the fuck was going on?
'How is she?' said the man behind her. Well Rogue guessed she couldn't really call him a man. He was a teenager. Average height, bronze skin, black hair and brown eyes. He seemed just as alert as Stokely as he carried in a bowl of soup and a glass of water. He laid it down on a table near the bed, and for the first time, Rogue was fully aware of everything in the room. It was plain with only a bed, a chair and a small nightstand at the side of the bed.
It has whitewash walls and an open window with no glass. There was a picture hanging on the wall of Stokely with an elderly man, a plump woman and a sickly looking seven year old. That concluded the list of decorative things in the room. Out of the window, Rogue could hear the sound of waves crashing against rocks and of gulls cawing and squealing. They were by the ocean, Rogue was sure of it.
'What's your name?' The male said sitting next to the bed, helping Rogue to sit up. Rogue didn't answer, not that she didn't want to. She felt very weak for some reason. He held the soup bowl and began to feed Rogue the chicken broth that was obviously from a very, very old can. But it did give Rogue back a portion of her strength.
'So.what's your name?' The male asked again, sensing Rogue was a little stronger.
'Ah'm. mah name's Rogue.' she said weakly. She looked up at Stokes and pointed. 'She can tell ya all about me.' The man looked up and Stokely who was frowning ever so slightly.
'Are you saying that you two... know each other?' The man said looking back at Rogue. Rogue nodded a bit. The man looked back at Stokely. 'Is this true?'
'I've never seen her in my life.' Stokely said looking a little taken aback. 'Ryan, she must be delirious. Maybe we should call a doctor.'
'What?' Rogue said feeling a hint of betrayl searing in her heart. 'Stokes, it's me! Rogue! We lived together for a year! You don't just fo'get that hunnay.'
'I don't know what you're talking about. I've lived with Ryan since I was ten. and I don't remember ever knowing you before that.' Stokes looked as though she was becoming more and more fearful. 'I don't know what your angle is...'
'Calm down Stokes, it's okay.' Ryan said looking very grave. 'Maybe we should call Dr. Grey. she'd know what to do.'
'Do ya'll mean Jean? Jean Grey?' Rogue said becoming stronger and even more desperate for someone who knew her. Ryan nodded.
'Do you know her?' Ryan asked getting up. 'Course ah know her!' Rogue exclaimed as Ryan and Stokely left the room. Ah just hope she knows me...
********************************************************** Okay.I decided to give it another go. hopefully this will make things easier for you to understand. and still hold a certain mystery to the story. Hope ya'll enjoy! ~ Stokes ~
So quit wasting my time And what have you got to say Well things have got to change See this just isn't right I don't wanna have to cry And I think I'd better go Cause this ain't working out any more and I'm sorry, sorry, sorry
Her eyes opened slightly and everything around her was a blur. She wasn't lying in the same room she'd fallen asleep in. Not in Remy's hotel suite. Now she was lying in a simple but cozy room. She felt herself try to lift her head, but it felt heavier than ever. Where was she and where was Remy? At this point, it was all that was on her mind. Then she heard voices. Bickering, fighting, arguing voices. One of a man, one of a woman. She wanted to get up and hide, but since that wasn't possible she laid her head down and pretended to sleep.
'Listen Ryan, she was hurt. You know us mutants have to stick together!' came the woman's voice. It was somewhat familiar to Rogue. She just couldn't put a face to it. until.
'I know, I know, cause no one else is gonna help us. But think about this Stokes! We don't even know her! What if she goes berserk or something!' the male's voice argued back. Stokes.Stokes! Stokely! It was Stokely! Thank god, finally someone other than Remy who would listen to her! Rogue tried to sit up and made a valiant effort but fell back onto the bed.
There was silence outside the room and slowly the door opened, and a familiar blonde poked her head in to see if Rogue was awake. But instead of the happy smiling warm face Rogue was used to seeing, was. ...was it fear? Rogue tried to sit up again.
'Stokely.' she said softly, though it was as loudly as she could speak for some reason. Stokely seemed shocked, which was confusing but she nevertheless entered the room slowly, cautiously.
'How do you...' Stokely said carefully, but before she could finish, someone had entered and shut the door. Stokes turned suddenly, and Rogue noticed that she seemed uncharacteristically paranoid. What the fuck was going on?
'How is she?' said the man behind her. Well Rogue guessed she couldn't really call him a man. He was a teenager. Average height, bronze skin, black hair and brown eyes. He seemed just as alert as Stokely as he carried in a bowl of soup and a glass of water. He laid it down on a table near the bed, and for the first time, Rogue was fully aware of everything in the room. It was plain with only a bed, a chair and a small nightstand at the side of the bed.
It has whitewash walls and an open window with no glass. There was a picture hanging on the wall of Stokely with an elderly man, a plump woman and a sickly looking seven year old. That concluded the list of decorative things in the room. Out of the window, Rogue could hear the sound of waves crashing against rocks and of gulls cawing and squealing. They were by the ocean, Rogue was sure of it.
'What's your name?' The male said sitting next to the bed, helping Rogue to sit up. Rogue didn't answer, not that she didn't want to. She felt very weak for some reason. He held the soup bowl and began to feed Rogue the chicken broth that was obviously from a very, very old can. But it did give Rogue back a portion of her strength.
'So.what's your name?' The male asked again, sensing Rogue was a little stronger.
'Ah'm. mah name's Rogue.' she said weakly. She looked up at Stokes and pointed. 'She can tell ya all about me.' The man looked up and Stokely who was frowning ever so slightly.
'Are you saying that you two... know each other?' The man said looking back at Rogue. Rogue nodded a bit. The man looked back at Stokely. 'Is this true?'
'I've never seen her in my life.' Stokely said looking a little taken aback. 'Ryan, she must be delirious. Maybe we should call a doctor.'
'What?' Rogue said feeling a hint of betrayl searing in her heart. 'Stokes, it's me! Rogue! We lived together for a year! You don't just fo'get that hunnay.'
'I don't know what you're talking about. I've lived with Ryan since I was ten. and I don't remember ever knowing you before that.' Stokes looked as though she was becoming more and more fearful. 'I don't know what your angle is...'
'Calm down Stokes, it's okay.' Ryan said looking very grave. 'Maybe we should call Dr. Grey. she'd know what to do.'
'Do ya'll mean Jean? Jean Grey?' Rogue said becoming stronger and even more desperate for someone who knew her. Ryan nodded.
'Do you know her?' Ryan asked getting up. 'Course ah know her!' Rogue exclaimed as Ryan and Stokely left the room. Ah just hope she knows me...
********************************************************** Okay.I decided to give it another go. hopefully this will make things easier for you to understand. and still hold a certain mystery to the story. Hope ya'll enjoy! ~ Stokes ~