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Although with each step she took a new question formed in her mind, Rogue dutifully traveled back to her room to begin packing.
She opened her closet doors and was met with a sea of black, green and purple. Mesh tops and scarves adorned multiple hangers.
Rogue absent mindedly began throwing these necessities onto her bed to be stuffed in a suitcase later. They were followed by short skirts and low-cut shirts.
Briefly, Rogue paused to contemplate why she insisted on wearing such clothing, when the need to cover the clothes with see-through fabric just reminded her of her damn mutation.
However, she quickly pushed such angst-ridden philosophy to the back of her mind for the moment. Instead she focused on her anger at having to watch Jamie and Amara.
Why couldn't they go home with another student? Perfect Jean could convince her parents to watch them! It wasn't above her to convince them to do it with her powers either.
Why didn't Hank, Ororo, Logan or the Professor watch them? Well to be fair, Professor Xavier couldn't really get around by himself to buy groceries and medicine, and either could Hank, even though he was a doctor. Logan probably wouldn't be making sure Jamie had enough Orange Juice either...but what about Storm? She was all maternal and caring.
A large sneeze came from the floor below, and it was followed by a rain of heavy objects slamming into walls. Oh yeah, Storm had to make sure Evan didn't accidently impale someone.
Damn it all to hell! Rogue still wasn't fit for mothering, and if she couldn't see Logan filling up a cup of OJ, then she couldn't see herself doing it either. She should have thought to tell that to the Professor earlier.
And where the hell were they going anyway??
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Even with her angry thoughts and questions floating through her head, Rogue managed to pack an adequate supply of clothes in various bags in record time. She figured she wouldn't need much else, the Professor usually took care of practical stuff like pillows and shampoo. All she needed to do was pack up all her various cosmetics and she would be set to go.
She dug through her closet to find a small bag, and finally came up victorious with the bag she used to keep some of her art supplies in before she got a better one.
Gathering it up, she walked into the bathroom. It was pretty steamy for some reason, the mirror was all fogged up. She put her bag down and first put the small bottle of make-up remover she owned into it. Then she bent down to reach the drawer that held all of her dark eyeshadow and lipsticks. When she opened it however, she found a surprise. It was entirely empty. She pulled the drawer completely out of the cabinet and searched in each corner, then she looked in the empty hole that it left. When she found nothing, she rapidly pulled out all the other drawers. All she saw was the pinks and blues that Jean and Kitty usually used. The thought of them immediately caused Rogue to believe that they must have stolen her make-up. She looked into the foggy mirror to see the anger in her eyes, but she was met with another surprise that she hadn't noticed before.
In the fog of the mirror someone had wrote:
"Cherie, you look so much prettier without your mask"
She only knew one person north of the Mason-Dixon line that mixed french and English like that.
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"Professor!!!! Professor!!! I think Magneto's goons have invaded the building!" Rogue ran to the Professors office and came in without knocking for the second time that day.
"What makes you think that?"
"A little message that could only be from that demon-eyed Cajun of his!"
The professor closed his eyes as he did a quick mental scan of the institute grounds.
"I do believe you're right Rogue, I sense two Acolytes in the foyer, the ones known as Gambit and Pyro." The professor had a slight tone of distress in his voice as he knew that he and Rogue were the only healthy X- Men in the mansion.
Without another word he began to head towards the foyer, with Rogue following closely behind him, peeling her gloves off as she went.
Thank you to everyone who has reviewed my story so far! I truly appreciate it, and I will keep updating (like a bunny on crack) and I promise to have some crazy amounts of Romy soon!
Although with each step she took a new question formed in her mind, Rogue dutifully traveled back to her room to begin packing.
She opened her closet doors and was met with a sea of black, green and purple. Mesh tops and scarves adorned multiple hangers.
Rogue absent mindedly began throwing these necessities onto her bed to be stuffed in a suitcase later. They were followed by short skirts and low-cut shirts.
Briefly, Rogue paused to contemplate why she insisted on wearing such clothing, when the need to cover the clothes with see-through fabric just reminded her of her damn mutation.
However, she quickly pushed such angst-ridden philosophy to the back of her mind for the moment. Instead she focused on her anger at having to watch Jamie and Amara.
Why couldn't they go home with another student? Perfect Jean could convince her parents to watch them! It wasn't above her to convince them to do it with her powers either.
Why didn't Hank, Ororo, Logan or the Professor watch them? Well to be fair, Professor Xavier couldn't really get around by himself to buy groceries and medicine, and either could Hank, even though he was a doctor. Logan probably wouldn't be making sure Jamie had enough Orange Juice either...but what about Storm? She was all maternal and caring.
A large sneeze came from the floor below, and it was followed by a rain of heavy objects slamming into walls. Oh yeah, Storm had to make sure Evan didn't accidently impale someone.
Damn it all to hell! Rogue still wasn't fit for mothering, and if she couldn't see Logan filling up a cup of OJ, then she couldn't see herself doing it either. She should have thought to tell that to the Professor earlier.
And where the hell were they going anyway??
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Even with her angry thoughts and questions floating through her head, Rogue managed to pack an adequate supply of clothes in various bags in record time. She figured she wouldn't need much else, the Professor usually took care of practical stuff like pillows and shampoo. All she needed to do was pack up all her various cosmetics and she would be set to go.
She dug through her closet to find a small bag, and finally came up victorious with the bag she used to keep some of her art supplies in before she got a better one.
Gathering it up, she walked into the bathroom. It was pretty steamy for some reason, the mirror was all fogged up. She put her bag down and first put the small bottle of make-up remover she owned into it. Then she bent down to reach the drawer that held all of her dark eyeshadow and lipsticks. When she opened it however, she found a surprise. It was entirely empty. She pulled the drawer completely out of the cabinet and searched in each corner, then she looked in the empty hole that it left. When she found nothing, she rapidly pulled out all the other drawers. All she saw was the pinks and blues that Jean and Kitty usually used. The thought of them immediately caused Rogue to believe that they must have stolen her make-up. She looked into the foggy mirror to see the anger in her eyes, but she was met with another surprise that she hadn't noticed before.
In the fog of the mirror someone had wrote:
"Cherie, you look so much prettier without your mask"
She only knew one person north of the Mason-Dixon line that mixed french and English like that.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"Professor!!!! Professor!!! I think Magneto's goons have invaded the building!" Rogue ran to the Professors office and came in without knocking for the second time that day.
"What makes you think that?"
"A little message that could only be from that demon-eyed Cajun of his!"
The professor closed his eyes as he did a quick mental scan of the institute grounds.
"I do believe you're right Rogue, I sense two Acolytes in the foyer, the ones known as Gambit and Pyro." The professor had a slight tone of distress in his voice as he knew that he and Rogue were the only healthy X- Men in the mansion.
Without another word he began to head towards the foyer, with Rogue following closely behind him, peeling her gloves off as she went.
Thank you to everyone who has reviewed my story so far! I truly appreciate it, and I will keep updating (like a bunny on crack) and I promise to have some crazy amounts of Romy soon!