Rogue listens for the sound of Logan's feet in the hall and only exits the room when she's sure they're not within the mansion. She walks outside, slowly and makes her way down the hall toward the med bay. She wasn't in the mood to talk to him or anyone else at the moment. It was already going to be hell being the one to tell Tara that Landon was gone. "And you get the joy of doing it, Marie, aren't we lucky?"she mutters to herself as she walks down the hall, glaring down at the carpeting. "Talking to yourself now, huh? Something you picked up from Logan?" Rogue sighs,"Not now, Bobby. Please, not now." She doesn't look up from the carpet even when he falls into step beside her. His voice has lost it's coldness when he speaks next. "Has something happened, Marie?" She continues walking but looks at him. "Define something...." "Anything. You don't seem like yourself...something's just...off." Rogue combs her fingers through her hair once, a habit she'd picked up from somewhere. "Landon left...I'm the one who gets to tell Tara that he won't be back. How would you feel?"
"Don't know. I've never had that decision to make...my alliance barely know each, but are learning to trust. Now yours is a diffrent story. At least they know how to get each other hurt 'without meaning it'....kind of like you, huh?"Bobby asks, the bitterness back in his voice. Before she can stop the move she turns and slaps him hard across the face. Tears come to her eyes once she realizes what she's done and she turns, walking away as she blinks the tears from her eyes. She hears him call her name, but ignores it and hurries off, stopping a little ways off from the medlab door. Rogue blinks until the tears vanish, then realizes there's voices coming from the room. "It's not my problem that you can't even figure out how to play a simple game." "Shut up, Kris. Who actually knows how to play a game called 'Spoons?' " I guess Kris and Jax came to visit her, but Jax has never been that friendly and typically calls Kris by her full name. Rogue pushes open the door and walks in.
"I can hear you guys from halfway down the hall,"she announces as she enters the room and walks over to the bed. Landon looks up at her as he tosses his cards onto the bed. "Is that so, Rogue? Kris here seems to think 'Spoons' is a game....." Kris sighs and throws the spoon she'd been holding at him. Nanaki speaks for her,"It's a game, Landon, but it's above your status of intelligence." Rogue's attention doesn't move from Landon's face. He was sitting at the foot of Tara's bed, shuffling the cards they'd been playing with and giving her a completly blank expression. Tara had moved from laying on the bed to sitting up, now dressed in her normal clothes. "Something wrong, Rogue? It looks like you've seen a ghost,"she says, moving slightly to sit more comfortably. She shakes her head. "No, I was just thinking, Tara....you feeling better?" "Hell of a lot better. Can I get out of this place? I've done my time, Rogue.....let me out, please?" Rogue smiles at the younger girl. "Just as soon as I get conformation from your doctor here and Xavier...." She looks pointedly at Landon,"We're going to have a talk later." Landon's expression turns into a grimace as he leans back against the bed beside Tara. "I knew it...."
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Logan stares after his reflection after wiping the water from it with a towel. "What are you getting yourself into?"he qusetions his reflection as the face in the mirror remains emotionless. He throws the towel down and walks back to his room, kicking some clothes out from in front of the door to enter. He looks at the clock, then scowls. Where the hell was Marie? She'd promised to meet him outside earlier, but hadn't come and he hadn't seen her since their talk earlier that morning. Logan walks over to the dresser and begins searching for something there. He swipes his hand across the top, sending things crashing to the floor. He shifts through the stuff once more, then slams his fist into the dresser. "Where the hell are they?" He sniffs, hoping to catch a scent of someone, but gets nothing. His growl is one of annoyance as he tries once more to find his tags; he'd planned to give them back to Rogue.
Some voice at the back of his mind tells him maybe she got them. He didn't think it was a good thing to have a voice at the back of his head talking to him, not good at all. "I'll go ask her now." Logan stalks out of his room, not bothering to try to control his temper. She shouldn't have been in my room, he theorizes as he walks toward her room and bangs heavily on the door once he reaches it. There's no reply for a moment, then she answers. "Come in, Logan and please don't break my door." He scowls and opens the door, walking in. Rogue barely glances up from the book she was reading. She was sitting in an armchair with her knees drawn up to her chest, mouthing the words written on the pages. "You'll be lucky if I don't break something else of yours,"Logan growls, walking over and yanking her up by one arm; the book falls to the floor and thumps closed. She pulls on her arm, trying to loosen it from his hold. "What's wrong with you, Logan? Let go of me..." She stands from the chair as he tries to pull her up again and almost falls, but Logan catches her balance.
Logan stares down at her face, afraid but trying to cover it with her anger. He brings one hand up and traces the collar of her shirt, feeling for the chain that would be there if she'd taken it. He feels nothing except the shirt against her skin. Her hand touches his face, suddenly. "Logan, something's wrong. Talk to me." He doesn't reply, but releases her arm and brings that hand up to join the one still pressing against her collar bone. Rogue doesn't move. He slowly unbuttons first one button, then the next, continuing until the shirt had been undone halfway. Logan notices the change in her breathing and hears the diffrent rhythm of her heart beat, but simply continues stroking his hands of the exposed skin of her neck and chest, thinking. "What's wrong, Logan?" Her voice is quiet as if she's afraid of upsetting him. Almost the way people treat vicious animals. He stops his hands, one resting at her collar bone and the other has moved to her shoulder, under the material as if to slip it off. He looks up and meets Rogue's gaze, then says a single phrase. "They're gone."
"Don't know. I've never had that decision to make...my alliance barely know each, but are learning to trust. Now yours is a diffrent story. At least they know how to get each other hurt 'without meaning it'....kind of like you, huh?"Bobby asks, the bitterness back in his voice. Before she can stop the move she turns and slaps him hard across the face. Tears come to her eyes once she realizes what she's done and she turns, walking away as she blinks the tears from her eyes. She hears him call her name, but ignores it and hurries off, stopping a little ways off from the medlab door. Rogue blinks until the tears vanish, then realizes there's voices coming from the room. "It's not my problem that you can't even figure out how to play a simple game." "Shut up, Kris. Who actually knows how to play a game called 'Spoons?' " I guess Kris and Jax came to visit her, but Jax has never been that friendly and typically calls Kris by her full name. Rogue pushes open the door and walks in.
"I can hear you guys from halfway down the hall,"she announces as she enters the room and walks over to the bed. Landon looks up at her as he tosses his cards onto the bed. "Is that so, Rogue? Kris here seems to think 'Spoons' is a game....." Kris sighs and throws the spoon she'd been holding at him. Nanaki speaks for her,"It's a game, Landon, but it's above your status of intelligence." Rogue's attention doesn't move from Landon's face. He was sitting at the foot of Tara's bed, shuffling the cards they'd been playing with and giving her a completly blank expression. Tara had moved from laying on the bed to sitting up, now dressed in her normal clothes. "Something wrong, Rogue? It looks like you've seen a ghost,"she says, moving slightly to sit more comfortably. She shakes her head. "No, I was just thinking, Tara....you feeling better?" "Hell of a lot better. Can I get out of this place? I've done my time, Rogue.....let me out, please?" Rogue smiles at the younger girl. "Just as soon as I get conformation from your doctor here and Xavier...." She looks pointedly at Landon,"We're going to have a talk later." Landon's expression turns into a grimace as he leans back against the bed beside Tara. "I knew it...."
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Logan stares after his reflection after wiping the water from it with a towel. "What are you getting yourself into?"he qusetions his reflection as the face in the mirror remains emotionless. He throws the towel down and walks back to his room, kicking some clothes out from in front of the door to enter. He looks at the clock, then scowls. Where the hell was Marie? She'd promised to meet him outside earlier, but hadn't come and he hadn't seen her since their talk earlier that morning. Logan walks over to the dresser and begins searching for something there. He swipes his hand across the top, sending things crashing to the floor. He shifts through the stuff once more, then slams his fist into the dresser. "Where the hell are they?" He sniffs, hoping to catch a scent of someone, but gets nothing. His growl is one of annoyance as he tries once more to find his tags; he'd planned to give them back to Rogue.
Some voice at the back of his mind tells him maybe she got them. He didn't think it was a good thing to have a voice at the back of his head talking to him, not good at all. "I'll go ask her now." Logan stalks out of his room, not bothering to try to control his temper. She shouldn't have been in my room, he theorizes as he walks toward her room and bangs heavily on the door once he reaches it. There's no reply for a moment, then she answers. "Come in, Logan and please don't break my door." He scowls and opens the door, walking in. Rogue barely glances up from the book she was reading. She was sitting in an armchair with her knees drawn up to her chest, mouthing the words written on the pages. "You'll be lucky if I don't break something else of yours,"Logan growls, walking over and yanking her up by one arm; the book falls to the floor and thumps closed. She pulls on her arm, trying to loosen it from his hold. "What's wrong with you, Logan? Let go of me..." She stands from the chair as he tries to pull her up again and almost falls, but Logan catches her balance.
Logan stares down at her face, afraid but trying to cover it with her anger. He brings one hand up and traces the collar of her shirt, feeling for the chain that would be there if she'd taken it. He feels nothing except the shirt against her skin. Her hand touches his face, suddenly. "Logan, something's wrong. Talk to me." He doesn't reply, but releases her arm and brings that hand up to join the one still pressing against her collar bone. Rogue doesn't move. He slowly unbuttons first one button, then the next, continuing until the shirt had been undone halfway. Logan notices the change in her breathing and hears the diffrent rhythm of her heart beat, but simply continues stroking his hands of the exposed skin of her neck and chest, thinking. "What's wrong, Logan?" Her voice is quiet as if she's afraid of upsetting him. Almost the way people treat vicious animals. He stops his hands, one resting at her collar bone and the other has moved to her shoulder, under the material as if to slip it off. He looks up and meets Rogue's gaze, then says a single phrase. "They're gone."