The gothic beauty stood in front of a full-length mirror studying herself.
She wore a pair of jeans with ripped knees that were tight on the leg and
flared out at the bottom. A pair of white Pumas with gray stripes on the
side, and a black T-shirt with fishnet sleeves extending all the way down
to her fingers and rebel written on the front with chains extending from
different parts of the shirt.
Her porcelain face was clear of any makeup and as she stared at the reflection it was like she was looking at a different person. She started to apply the gothic makeup on. The makeup was all a mask, a cover. . .She didn't want the whole world to see what was behind the tuff exterior yet her face gave it all away so she just had to hide it. To mask herself so that she now didn't look like an image of purity and innocents. No, now she looked like the porcelain doll from hell and that's how she'd always have to look to keep people away. It was for everyone's own good including herself. She'd gotten hurt way to many times and when Mystique used her to release Apocalypse it was the last straw. She couldn't take it. When she pushed her stepmother off that cliff, she felt an inner satisfaction that scared her.
Her whole life had been changed ever since Apocalypse absorbed her. Now, she felt an inner power deep inside of her like the almighty mutant was part of her, like she had all his power at her finger tips and all she had to do was find it and use it.
A ruff knock at the door released her from her little trance. "Yeah, come in!" she shouted, roughly grabbing her gloves off the nightstand.
"C'mon Stripes, it's time ta go." Said the short, blue haired man that went by the code name of Wolverine but was otherwise known as Logan. "Yer luggage is in the van already."
"Fahne Logan, Ah'm comin'." Said Rogue. She took one lat look at the room behind her to make sure that she didn't leave anything behind, than walked out the door.
_~*~_
Rogue entered the plane frowning at the blonde flight attendant that was there to greet her. The smile slipped from her face slowly but she immediately regained her composure and indicated to Rogue where her seat was. As the Southern Goth made her way through the rows she received weird stares from some of the passengers, which were only greeted by her infamous death glare. When she got to where her seat was Rogue took off her backpack and struggled to slide it in the luggage compartment yet she couldn't reach it. IN the end she finally slid the pack in the compartment and took her seat beside the window.
The fasten seatbelt sign came on and about fifteen minutes after that the plane took off. Rogue watched as the small town of Bayville started getting smaller and smaller as the plane increased in height and wondered what the others were up to right now. Kitty was probable out shopping with Jean, Amara and Tabby and the guys were probable just fooling around somewhere. Rogue grinned at the thought of one whole month of freedom. No more early morning danger rooms, no more Kitty blabbing away as Rogue tried to sleep, no more Kurt bamfing in their room unexpectedly..none of it for one whole God sent month. It was perfect. . . almost too perfect.
Rogue put on her CD player and lost herself in the music. She watched as many fluffy white clouds passed by and wondered what she would first do in New Orleans. She debated with herself weather she should go to the Mardi Gras or not. Crowds scared her, but ever since the Apocalypse incident she didn't seem to feel the same fear as before.
It had been a year now since the happenings with Mesmero but those terrible memories still didn't leave her. It was like she could still feel when Apocalypse touched her. The pain she felt at that moment was unbearable. It wasn't only her pain but the immortal mutant's pain as well.
The southerner pushed the dark thoughts in the back of her mind and forced herself to think about the vacation that was awaiting her. She missed the South a lot. She missed Mississippi, she missed Irene, she missed the lazy afternoons spent watching the sun set over the sparkling Mississippi River. . .she missed all of it. She couldn't wait to eat some good old Southern food.
_~*~_
It was 5 in the afternoon when Rogue's plane finally landed. She was pretty stiff from the long dull flight. Rogue couldn't wait to get to her hotel room and take a nice hot bath. She took a taxi to her hotel that was in the middle of the French Quarter. (a/n: I'm making this up here because I tried my best to find the hotels in the French Quarter but they only gave me stuff on booking a room.damn internet)
New Orleans was a beautiful city that sparkled in the light of the late afternoon sun. The site was simply dazzling site yet the old city had an aura of mystery and dark secrets surrounding it.
Rogue's hotel was an extremely elegant old stile building. The inside was beautifully decorated with French furniture Rococo stile. The whole lobby looked like it was decorated in antiques and from the high building a beautiful crystal chandelier. The walls were a rich crème color and the floor was made out of wood with expensive Turkish rugs placed here and there just to give the room an extra degree of elegance.
Rogue walked to the check in desk where a rather snobby man sat. Upon seeing her, the man's eyebrows arched and he gazed at her as if she much to inferior for this type of hotel.
"I'm afraid you may not use the bathroom mademoiselle, only guests may." Said the man with a superior air than turned back to his work. Rogue's emerald eyes burned with anger as she glared at the man.
"Ah have a reservation here!" she said through clenched teeth trying hard not to punch the man in the face.
"I sincerely doubt it, but very well mademoiselle. Name please." Said the man.
"Xavier." Said Rogue confidently.
"Oh um.here it is Mademoiselle." Said the man with a shocked and rather embarrassed look.
"Thought so, now can ah have mah key, please?" said Rogue in a venomous voice looking as calm and dangerous as possible.
"Oh of course and do you need any help with your luggage?" asked the man all of a sudden acting so helpful, "Garcon, garcon!"
Rogue snickered at the reaction of the man. It was pathetic how people judged you just by your looks. She imagined the way he would have reacted if he knew she was a mutant.
After about fifteen minutes Rogue was finally in her room with all her luggage there. She scanned the humongous bedroom with appreciation. There was a huge four poster, king sized bed covered in red silk covers that looked big enough to hold around 3 people (a/n: think of Mystique's bed at the B-hood house) There was a night stand on each side of the bed each having a vase of magnolias placed on it and in front of the bed there was a mahogany drawer with a rather big TV placed on it. There was also a large mahogany armoire in the room with enough room to hold all of Rogue's clothes.
The balcony was quite big and had two chairs to sit in so you could tan. Between these there was a glass coffee table placed.
The bathroom entrance was next to the armoire and as Rogue stepped in the bathroom she marveled at the size and splendor of the room. The whole bathroom was tiled with light blue tiles and all the towels were also the same shade. The bathtub was almost twice as big as the one at the institute and there was also a shower in the bathroom. The sink was in the shape of a shell and was set in a marble counter with a large mirror above it. Between the mirror and sink there was a small glass shelf for makeup and different other accessories to be placed on.
Rogue silently thanked the Professor for sending her to New Orleans and for her it was like heaven on earth. She decided that now it was time to unpack and take a soothing shower.
_~*~_
The King of thieves sat in his office reading over the blue prints of the archeology museum. A special exhibit was to take place there and one of the main items in the exhibit was an ancient emerald jewel from Egypt. Sure it wasn't a big deal for the members of the Thieves Guild to get it yet these things had to be taken seriously because there would be a lot of explaining to do if they screwed it up.
Remy threw the blue print aside, it wasn't like it would make any difference if he sat there and stared at the damn blue print. The thieves were trained well enough to be able to handle themselves. He stood up and walked out the door but not before taking his signature trench coat with him. It was time for some fun and relaxation.
Within fifteen minutes Remy was in his favorite bar. The thick cigarette smoke mixed with the smell of alcohol invaded his nostrils. He decided that he'd just play a game or two of poker, have something to drink and by the end of the night he'd have a girl to take home and keep him 'entertained'. After all he was the King of one-night stands.
_~*~_
It was now 7p.m. and Rogue was done unpacking. She had taken a shower and changed in a set of new clothes and she was now applying makeup on. She wore a short black skirt, fishnet stockings and black leather high-healed boots that extended up to her knees. She had a black corset top with red ribbons keeping it together and a red mesh top over that to cover up any exposed skin yet still show it through, on. Rogue applied black eyeliner and mascara to her eyes that made the beautiful emeralds stand out even more and she chose a shade of dark red to paint her lips with.
When she was done applying the makeup on Rogue stood back and looked at herself in the mirror. She looked so different form the way she used to always look and dress back in Bayville. She wanted to change a bit here, after all no one knew her so why not have a bit of fun. The way she dressed added a hint of mystery and danger to her. She was dressed to kill that's for sureand she'd try her best to go out and have some fun. Go to a bar have a drink maybe dance a bit.
Dancing. She had always loved to dance and lose herself in the rhythm yet ever since her powers manifested she hadn't had the chance to dance any more. Yet today she had been sure to cover up so that no skin was showing yet she still looked good.
Rogue took her black purse and put her keys in it after leaving the room. She made her way to the crowded streets of the French Quarter and after hesitating for minute she stepped into the crowed and let herself be swept into the nightlife of New Orleans.
_~*~_
Hey everyone I'm so sorry that I didn't update earlier but the last week of school was hell I really had no time for anything I'm sorry that this chapter is crappy but I really had no inspiration at all. Next chapter Rogue meats Remy so that should be interesting. Ok here's the answer to some reviews oh and for those of you who might have any suggestions please don't hesitate to tell me! Oh and please pardon any spelling errors but I haven't read this over I'm just posting it up now cuz I swear I'm too tired.
Rogue614: I'm really happy you like it and thanx for reviewing!
Mercury-no: Thank you for reviewing and yah I knew bout the author note rule is just I had to post that just to tell that I'll keep on writing.
Linda Keene: Thank you for reviewing and I know that in this chapter Rogue's really out of character but I kind of want to give her a new side. She's still the sarcastic one but she's gonna try her best to try and have fun. Don't worry she won't fall for Remy that easily that's for sure and I don't know if I'm adding any other characters but if I do I might add Lucas I always thought he and Rogue would make cute friends.
Gothic-RogueLeBeau: Thank you for reviewing and I'll try to continue it but I have a total writer's block on that one any suggestions are really really welcomed!!
Rogue77: haha..no your review didn't make me feel bad no worries, I actually just kinda lost interest in x-men is all and I was really busy..so anywayz I'll continue but chapters aren't gonna be up as much as before srry but I'll try my best I promise!
Girl number 1: Thank you so much for your review srry I guess I'll keep on writing.and I don't really do it for the review either I just do it cuz it's what I like!
Sarah-Crysala: heh.Thanks for reviewing and I'm back so be happy I don't like ppl crying cuz of me!
Her porcelain face was clear of any makeup and as she stared at the reflection it was like she was looking at a different person. She started to apply the gothic makeup on. The makeup was all a mask, a cover. . .She didn't want the whole world to see what was behind the tuff exterior yet her face gave it all away so she just had to hide it. To mask herself so that she now didn't look like an image of purity and innocents. No, now she looked like the porcelain doll from hell and that's how she'd always have to look to keep people away. It was for everyone's own good including herself. She'd gotten hurt way to many times and when Mystique used her to release Apocalypse it was the last straw. She couldn't take it. When she pushed her stepmother off that cliff, she felt an inner satisfaction that scared her.
Her whole life had been changed ever since Apocalypse absorbed her. Now, she felt an inner power deep inside of her like the almighty mutant was part of her, like she had all his power at her finger tips and all she had to do was find it and use it.
A ruff knock at the door released her from her little trance. "Yeah, come in!" she shouted, roughly grabbing her gloves off the nightstand.
"C'mon Stripes, it's time ta go." Said the short, blue haired man that went by the code name of Wolverine but was otherwise known as Logan. "Yer luggage is in the van already."
"Fahne Logan, Ah'm comin'." Said Rogue. She took one lat look at the room behind her to make sure that she didn't leave anything behind, than walked out the door.
_~*~_
Rogue entered the plane frowning at the blonde flight attendant that was there to greet her. The smile slipped from her face slowly but she immediately regained her composure and indicated to Rogue where her seat was. As the Southern Goth made her way through the rows she received weird stares from some of the passengers, which were only greeted by her infamous death glare. When she got to where her seat was Rogue took off her backpack and struggled to slide it in the luggage compartment yet she couldn't reach it. IN the end she finally slid the pack in the compartment and took her seat beside the window.
The fasten seatbelt sign came on and about fifteen minutes after that the plane took off. Rogue watched as the small town of Bayville started getting smaller and smaller as the plane increased in height and wondered what the others were up to right now. Kitty was probable out shopping with Jean, Amara and Tabby and the guys were probable just fooling around somewhere. Rogue grinned at the thought of one whole month of freedom. No more early morning danger rooms, no more Kitty blabbing away as Rogue tried to sleep, no more Kurt bamfing in their room unexpectedly..none of it for one whole God sent month. It was perfect. . . almost too perfect.
Rogue put on her CD player and lost herself in the music. She watched as many fluffy white clouds passed by and wondered what she would first do in New Orleans. She debated with herself weather she should go to the Mardi Gras or not. Crowds scared her, but ever since the Apocalypse incident she didn't seem to feel the same fear as before.
It had been a year now since the happenings with Mesmero but those terrible memories still didn't leave her. It was like she could still feel when Apocalypse touched her. The pain she felt at that moment was unbearable. It wasn't only her pain but the immortal mutant's pain as well.
The southerner pushed the dark thoughts in the back of her mind and forced herself to think about the vacation that was awaiting her. She missed the South a lot. She missed Mississippi, she missed Irene, she missed the lazy afternoons spent watching the sun set over the sparkling Mississippi River. . .she missed all of it. She couldn't wait to eat some good old Southern food.
_~*~_
It was 5 in the afternoon when Rogue's plane finally landed. She was pretty stiff from the long dull flight. Rogue couldn't wait to get to her hotel room and take a nice hot bath. She took a taxi to her hotel that was in the middle of the French Quarter. (a/n: I'm making this up here because I tried my best to find the hotels in the French Quarter but they only gave me stuff on booking a room.damn internet)
New Orleans was a beautiful city that sparkled in the light of the late afternoon sun. The site was simply dazzling site yet the old city had an aura of mystery and dark secrets surrounding it.
Rogue's hotel was an extremely elegant old stile building. The inside was beautifully decorated with French furniture Rococo stile. The whole lobby looked like it was decorated in antiques and from the high building a beautiful crystal chandelier. The walls were a rich crème color and the floor was made out of wood with expensive Turkish rugs placed here and there just to give the room an extra degree of elegance.
Rogue walked to the check in desk where a rather snobby man sat. Upon seeing her, the man's eyebrows arched and he gazed at her as if she much to inferior for this type of hotel.
"I'm afraid you may not use the bathroom mademoiselle, only guests may." Said the man with a superior air than turned back to his work. Rogue's emerald eyes burned with anger as she glared at the man.
"Ah have a reservation here!" she said through clenched teeth trying hard not to punch the man in the face.
"I sincerely doubt it, but very well mademoiselle. Name please." Said the man.
"Xavier." Said Rogue confidently.
"Oh um.here it is Mademoiselle." Said the man with a shocked and rather embarrassed look.
"Thought so, now can ah have mah key, please?" said Rogue in a venomous voice looking as calm and dangerous as possible.
"Oh of course and do you need any help with your luggage?" asked the man all of a sudden acting so helpful, "Garcon, garcon!"
Rogue snickered at the reaction of the man. It was pathetic how people judged you just by your looks. She imagined the way he would have reacted if he knew she was a mutant.
After about fifteen minutes Rogue was finally in her room with all her luggage there. She scanned the humongous bedroom with appreciation. There was a huge four poster, king sized bed covered in red silk covers that looked big enough to hold around 3 people (a/n: think of Mystique's bed at the B-hood house) There was a night stand on each side of the bed each having a vase of magnolias placed on it and in front of the bed there was a mahogany drawer with a rather big TV placed on it. There was also a large mahogany armoire in the room with enough room to hold all of Rogue's clothes.
The balcony was quite big and had two chairs to sit in so you could tan. Between these there was a glass coffee table placed.
The bathroom entrance was next to the armoire and as Rogue stepped in the bathroom she marveled at the size and splendor of the room. The whole bathroom was tiled with light blue tiles and all the towels were also the same shade. The bathtub was almost twice as big as the one at the institute and there was also a shower in the bathroom. The sink was in the shape of a shell and was set in a marble counter with a large mirror above it. Between the mirror and sink there was a small glass shelf for makeup and different other accessories to be placed on.
Rogue silently thanked the Professor for sending her to New Orleans and for her it was like heaven on earth. She decided that now it was time to unpack and take a soothing shower.
_~*~_
The King of thieves sat in his office reading over the blue prints of the archeology museum. A special exhibit was to take place there and one of the main items in the exhibit was an ancient emerald jewel from Egypt. Sure it wasn't a big deal for the members of the Thieves Guild to get it yet these things had to be taken seriously because there would be a lot of explaining to do if they screwed it up.
Remy threw the blue print aside, it wasn't like it would make any difference if he sat there and stared at the damn blue print. The thieves were trained well enough to be able to handle themselves. He stood up and walked out the door but not before taking his signature trench coat with him. It was time for some fun and relaxation.
Within fifteen minutes Remy was in his favorite bar. The thick cigarette smoke mixed with the smell of alcohol invaded his nostrils. He decided that he'd just play a game or two of poker, have something to drink and by the end of the night he'd have a girl to take home and keep him 'entertained'. After all he was the King of one-night stands.
_~*~_
It was now 7p.m. and Rogue was done unpacking. She had taken a shower and changed in a set of new clothes and she was now applying makeup on. She wore a short black skirt, fishnet stockings and black leather high-healed boots that extended up to her knees. She had a black corset top with red ribbons keeping it together and a red mesh top over that to cover up any exposed skin yet still show it through, on. Rogue applied black eyeliner and mascara to her eyes that made the beautiful emeralds stand out even more and she chose a shade of dark red to paint her lips with.
When she was done applying the makeup on Rogue stood back and looked at herself in the mirror. She looked so different form the way she used to always look and dress back in Bayville. She wanted to change a bit here, after all no one knew her so why not have a bit of fun. The way she dressed added a hint of mystery and danger to her. She was dressed to kill that's for sureand she'd try her best to go out and have some fun. Go to a bar have a drink maybe dance a bit.
Dancing. She had always loved to dance and lose herself in the rhythm yet ever since her powers manifested she hadn't had the chance to dance any more. Yet today she had been sure to cover up so that no skin was showing yet she still looked good.
Rogue took her black purse and put her keys in it after leaving the room. She made her way to the crowded streets of the French Quarter and after hesitating for minute she stepped into the crowed and let herself be swept into the nightlife of New Orleans.
_~*~_
Hey everyone I'm so sorry that I didn't update earlier but the last week of school was hell I really had no time for anything I'm sorry that this chapter is crappy but I really had no inspiration at all. Next chapter Rogue meats Remy so that should be interesting. Ok here's the answer to some reviews oh and for those of you who might have any suggestions please don't hesitate to tell me! Oh and please pardon any spelling errors but I haven't read this over I'm just posting it up now cuz I swear I'm too tired.
Rogue614: I'm really happy you like it and thanx for reviewing!
Mercury-no: Thank you for reviewing and yah I knew bout the author note rule is just I had to post that just to tell that I'll keep on writing.
Linda Keene: Thank you for reviewing and I know that in this chapter Rogue's really out of character but I kind of want to give her a new side. She's still the sarcastic one but she's gonna try her best to try and have fun. Don't worry she won't fall for Remy that easily that's for sure and I don't know if I'm adding any other characters but if I do I might add Lucas I always thought he and Rogue would make cute friends.
Gothic-RogueLeBeau: Thank you for reviewing and I'll try to continue it but I have a total writer's block on that one any suggestions are really really welcomed!!
Rogue77: haha..no your review didn't make me feel bad no worries, I actually just kinda lost interest in x-men is all and I was really busy..so anywayz I'll continue but chapters aren't gonna be up as much as before srry but I'll try my best I promise!
Girl number 1: Thank you so much for your review srry I guess I'll keep on writing.and I don't really do it for the review either I just do it cuz it's what I like!
Sarah-Crysala: heh.Thanks for reviewing and I'm back so be happy I don't like ppl crying cuz of me!