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Anything but Ordinary3: what's your suggestion for a new person for Bobby? Re-read the bar scene and I think you'd change the idea of who you think it is.
Toward the end of this chapter I'm going to expand a little on the alliance namely through Landon's point of view. This will also help understand a bit on what happened to Tara and some other clues about the alliance Rogue runs.
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Rogue stares, blankly, at the rain falling outside and takes another drink from the glass in front of her. It was the fifth one she'd had in the last three hours or was it two? She shrugs. "What's it matter? Not like I really wanna go up to my room and sleep....probaly couldn't if I tried." She refills the glass and takes another drink; her gaze returns to staring, blankly out the window. "Getting drunk isn't going to help, child." The voice comes from the door, but she barely looks up. "Go away, Ororo. I don't need your guidance,"she scowls, downing the entire contents of the glass and making another. Storm walks in and takes the bottle of alcohol before sitting down beside her.
"Marie, child, what's wrong? You've barely touched any alchol in the last four years and now you're drinking like a fish." She places her hand on the girl's arm, stopping her from taking another drink; Rogue looks up at her a moment. She's silent for a moment, then breaks down crying. "I...can't..de..deal...with..." She breaks off the sentence and buries her head in her arms, crying. Storm sighs and strokes her hair. "It's okay, child. Just tell me what's wrong..." For almost an hour they sit that way silently until Rogue's tears stop and she lifts her head from the table; she wipes the tears from her eyes. "Want to tell me what's wrong now?" She's silent for a moment, then downs the glass of vodka. "It's Logan and Bobby..."she mumbles, staring at her empty glass. She's silent a moment, then holds up her now bare hand to show where Bobby's ring used to sit.
"Oh, Marie, what happened?"Storm questions, placing her hand on Rogue's arm. She says, quietly,"I gave Bobby back his ring. I can't be his fiancee or his wife when I feel anything for Logan. It's not just hero worship like I passed it off as a teenager, Ororo." "So you ended things with Bobby until you've figured out things with Logan?" She nods. "I even moved back into my old room...it's so cold at night without him, though....what am I suppoused to do? I don't want to hurt Bobby, but I can't deny that I.....I love Logan,"the words are spoken seconds before she breaks down sobbing. Storm doesn't move, but simply returns to stroking the girl's hair and back. "It's okay to be confused...have you tried talking to Logan?" "Once after he saw Bobby and I kiss. He went to a bar and I followed him..."she says, staring down as if ashamed; her cheeks were crimson colored. Storm presses gently,"And what happened?" "I told him to have fun in hell, then he....uh, kissed me..." Her face darkens even more, though she's still staring down at her empty glass.
"I'm going to give you the most important advice you will ever get, okay?" Rogue nods to show she's listening. "Speak to Logan, child. You two need to talk and no more drinking....." "Yes, Ms. Munroe,"she replies, feeling like a scolded child suddenly,"I'll go talk to him..." She stands, dumping the glass in the sink; it shatters and Rogue cringes. "Sorry..." Storm sighs,"Just go, child." She obeys, hastily exiting the room and walking to Logan's room. It was close to midnight so she figured he'd been in his room; she walks slowly there, stopping at the door. She knocks, but doesn't get an answer so she turns the knob and walks in.
"Logan?"she asks, quietly, stepping into the room completly and hesitating just inside the door. He gives no reply so she closes the door, somewhat hesitant and walks over to his bed, sitting on the edge of the bed. "Logan?" She waits a moment, then hisses louder,"Logan!" He bolts up, blades unsheathedt; Rogue stands, taking a step back. "Logan?" "Ki--Marie, what are you doing in here?"he demands, glaring at her; she sighs. "I needed to talk to you, Logan and it's taken awhile to get up the courage and..the uh, level of alchol to do it; we need to talk about you...or rather us...."
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Landon stares at the cigarette he holds, then takes another drag off it. He didn't like the taste of smoke, but had picked up the habit last year. "Figures. Yet another bad habit that I can't drop,"he mumbles, taking one last drag before dropping it to the ground and crushing it. His eyes were trained on the window of the medlab and his mind was focused on Tara. Landon sighs and lights a second cigarette; technically speaking he had six months until he was the legal smoking age. "Screw it...I have alot to think about it..." I wonder how much longer before Tara's released from the medlab. I could care less about the missions, but I hate feeling guilty. Maybe I'd be better without emotions again.
He takes drag off the cigarette and blinks a few times to clear the smoke from his eyes. Everyone had said it wasn't his fault, but how did he get over feeling guilty about almost killing his best friend? "Once again you've destroyed someone's life, Landon. Jax would have a field day with this one,"he mumbles. He'd thought it was for the best to send her inside while he and Kris watched outside for guards. "Maybe I should have listened and switched them, but I thought it was right at first..how was I suppoused to know the building would explode if you destroyed the information?" "You couldn't have known..." Landon looks up at the voice, then back down, taking another drag,"Go away, Jax."
Jax ignores him as he normally does and comes out from the shadows of a nearby tree. He had a guess of what the older boy had been doing, but didn't mention it. Who wanted to discuss a snake's eating habits? "I'm not here to judge you. You can't spend every minute blaming yourself and feeling guilty...it just hurts you more." All traces of the normal angry hiss in Jax's voice were gone; Landon looks at him. "How do you even know? Only person you've ever cared about is yourself.....why don't you just leave me in peace?"he scowls, flicking the cigarette at his teammate; Jax simply steps out of the way and studies him, yellow eyes shimmering.
He spoke softly after a moment,"I've seen it before I became this and after. You want a perfect example of what guilt does to you?" Landon regards him silently after shoving his hands into the pockets of his jacket. "Ask Rogue. She understands more then I ever will, but I'm not as much of a bastard as you think....sometimes it's not as simple as one,two,three, Landon..." Jax stands there only a moment longer before turning and walking toward the mansion. Landon catches his last phrase that was more of hiss then anything else he'd ever said. "Sometimes to fix things you have to destroy something else......something just as important..." "Maybe he knows more then we give him credit for...somehow I don't think that comment was meant completly for me."
Anything but Ordinary3: what's your suggestion for a new person for Bobby? Re-read the bar scene and I think you'd change the idea of who you think it is.
Toward the end of this chapter I'm going to expand a little on the alliance namely through Landon's point of view. This will also help understand a bit on what happened to Tara and some other clues about the alliance Rogue runs.
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Rogue stares, blankly, at the rain falling outside and takes another drink from the glass in front of her. It was the fifth one she'd had in the last three hours or was it two? She shrugs. "What's it matter? Not like I really wanna go up to my room and sleep....probaly couldn't if I tried." She refills the glass and takes another drink; her gaze returns to staring, blankly out the window. "Getting drunk isn't going to help, child." The voice comes from the door, but she barely looks up. "Go away, Ororo. I don't need your guidance,"she scowls, downing the entire contents of the glass and making another. Storm walks in and takes the bottle of alcohol before sitting down beside her.
"Marie, child, what's wrong? You've barely touched any alchol in the last four years and now you're drinking like a fish." She places her hand on the girl's arm, stopping her from taking another drink; Rogue looks up at her a moment. She's silent for a moment, then breaks down crying. "I...can't..de..deal...with..." She breaks off the sentence and buries her head in her arms, crying. Storm sighs and strokes her hair. "It's okay, child. Just tell me what's wrong..." For almost an hour they sit that way silently until Rogue's tears stop and she lifts her head from the table; she wipes the tears from her eyes. "Want to tell me what's wrong now?" She's silent for a moment, then downs the glass of vodka. "It's Logan and Bobby..."she mumbles, staring at her empty glass. She's silent a moment, then holds up her now bare hand to show where Bobby's ring used to sit.
"Oh, Marie, what happened?"Storm questions, placing her hand on Rogue's arm. She says, quietly,"I gave Bobby back his ring. I can't be his fiancee or his wife when I feel anything for Logan. It's not just hero worship like I passed it off as a teenager, Ororo." "So you ended things with Bobby until you've figured out things with Logan?" She nods. "I even moved back into my old room...it's so cold at night without him, though....what am I suppoused to do? I don't want to hurt Bobby, but I can't deny that I.....I love Logan,"the words are spoken seconds before she breaks down sobbing. Storm doesn't move, but simply returns to stroking the girl's hair and back. "It's okay to be confused...have you tried talking to Logan?" "Once after he saw Bobby and I kiss. He went to a bar and I followed him..."she says, staring down as if ashamed; her cheeks were crimson colored. Storm presses gently,"And what happened?" "I told him to have fun in hell, then he....uh, kissed me..." Her face darkens even more, though she's still staring down at her empty glass.
"I'm going to give you the most important advice you will ever get, okay?" Rogue nods to show she's listening. "Speak to Logan, child. You two need to talk and no more drinking....." "Yes, Ms. Munroe,"she replies, feeling like a scolded child suddenly,"I'll go talk to him..." She stands, dumping the glass in the sink; it shatters and Rogue cringes. "Sorry..." Storm sighs,"Just go, child." She obeys, hastily exiting the room and walking to Logan's room. It was close to midnight so she figured he'd been in his room; she walks slowly there, stopping at the door. She knocks, but doesn't get an answer so she turns the knob and walks in.
"Logan?"she asks, quietly, stepping into the room completly and hesitating just inside the door. He gives no reply so she closes the door, somewhat hesitant and walks over to his bed, sitting on the edge of the bed. "Logan?" She waits a moment, then hisses louder,"Logan!" He bolts up, blades unsheathedt; Rogue stands, taking a step back. "Logan?" "Ki--Marie, what are you doing in here?"he demands, glaring at her; she sighs. "I needed to talk to you, Logan and it's taken awhile to get up the courage and..the uh, level of alchol to do it; we need to talk about you...or rather us...."
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Landon stares at the cigarette he holds, then takes another drag off it. He didn't like the taste of smoke, but had picked up the habit last year. "Figures. Yet another bad habit that I can't drop,"he mumbles, taking one last drag before dropping it to the ground and crushing it. His eyes were trained on the window of the medlab and his mind was focused on Tara. Landon sighs and lights a second cigarette; technically speaking he had six months until he was the legal smoking age. "Screw it...I have alot to think about it..." I wonder how much longer before Tara's released from the medlab. I could care less about the missions, but I hate feeling guilty. Maybe I'd be better without emotions again.
He takes drag off the cigarette and blinks a few times to clear the smoke from his eyes. Everyone had said it wasn't his fault, but how did he get over feeling guilty about almost killing his best friend? "Once again you've destroyed someone's life, Landon. Jax would have a field day with this one,"he mumbles. He'd thought it was for the best to send her inside while he and Kris watched outside for guards. "Maybe I should have listened and switched them, but I thought it was right at first..how was I suppoused to know the building would explode if you destroyed the information?" "You couldn't have known..." Landon looks up at the voice, then back down, taking another drag,"Go away, Jax."
Jax ignores him as he normally does and comes out from the shadows of a nearby tree. He had a guess of what the older boy had been doing, but didn't mention it. Who wanted to discuss a snake's eating habits? "I'm not here to judge you. You can't spend every minute blaming yourself and feeling guilty...it just hurts you more." All traces of the normal angry hiss in Jax's voice were gone; Landon looks at him. "How do you even know? Only person you've ever cared about is yourself.....why don't you just leave me in peace?"he scowls, flicking the cigarette at his teammate; Jax simply steps out of the way and studies him, yellow eyes shimmering.
He spoke softly after a moment,"I've seen it before I became this and after. You want a perfect example of what guilt does to you?" Landon regards him silently after shoving his hands into the pockets of his jacket. "Ask Rogue. She understands more then I ever will, but I'm not as much of a bastard as you think....sometimes it's not as simple as one,two,three, Landon..." Jax stands there only a moment longer before turning and walking toward the mansion. Landon catches his last phrase that was more of hiss then anything else he'd ever said. "Sometimes to fix things you have to destroy something else......something just as important..." "Maybe he knows more then we give him credit for...somehow I don't think that comment was meant completly for me."