With barely hidden rage, Rogue made her way down the twisting halls of the school on her way to her room. With a strangled scream, Rogue punched her fist through the wall to her left, the third one she had made since leaving the Danger Room. She ran the rest of the way to her room.
When Rogue reached her room, she threw open the door, nearly breaking it off it's hinges. Kitty gave her an apologizing look, which was returned with a hard glare. She then stomped her way into the bathroom, locking the door behind her. Rogue undressed in record time, jumping into a near freezing shower. When she emerged she still has a hard grimace on her face.
Throwing her X-Men uniform into the hamper near the door, Rogue changed into a new outfit for the day. She pulled her tight leather pants and form fitting black tank top on to her body with care, tying her hair back into a messy bun before lacing up her combat boots. Proceeding to reapply her deep red lipstick she looked at her self in the mirror. Taking in her image she bite back an enraged yell as she hit the mirror, cracking the delicate surface and causing several shards to scatter onto the counter and floor. She grimaced at the blood running across her knuckles, making a small puddle on the counter and dripping onto the floor. She wiped away the blood with a nearby towel before smoothing her soft black gloves up to mid-bicep. Rogue left the bathroom without bothering to clean the glass or blood.
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Logan stayed behind, content for the moment to watch the way Rogue's hips swayed at she walked away from him. The door being slammed snapped him out of his stupor. With barely hidden rage, Logan screamed, letting his claws slip out and raking them across the wall behind him. Logan grimaced at the noise but continued his scratching anyway.
Blood had long since caked on his skin from claws being stretched too far by the time he ceased his assault. Smirking menacingly at his handiwork, Logan sheathed his claws, breathing deeply to catch his breath. Raking his hand through his hair, he growled his way over to the Danger Room door.
Stepping out of the elevator and into the hallways of the school, Logan was immediately assaulted with the strong stench of blood, pain, and anger, and a scent that was purely Marie.
'Blood. Marie. Marie and blood. Shit,' Logan's mind comprehended the problem and he broke into a dead sprint.
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"Where are you goin'," Jubilee asked, not even bothering to look up from her magazine.
Rogue paused, one legs swung over her widow sill, and snapped her head back at her roommate.
"Out," she sneered before swinging her other leg out.
"What the hell is wrong with you?" Jubilee dropped her magazine, turning to see the bottom of Rogue's body out the window.
Rogue froze. No one had ever talked to her like that before, no one had bothered to notice her. No one had ever challenged her like this.
"Fuck you Jubes."
"He came back for you. He hauled his ass back into the place that he obviously can't stand, for you, Rogue. And here you are, acting like a selfish child, because you can't stand to be happy," Jubilee all but screamed, trying desperately to knock some sense into her lost best friend.
"I don't need to sit here and listen to this shit from the biggest, sluttiest, fuck-up in school," Rogue growled, a trait picked up from absorbing Wolverine.
"Second biggest," Jubilee whispered.
"Fuck you, Jubes," Rogue growled before sliding the rest of her body out of the window.
She was on her motorcycle and out of the front gates by the time Logan walked into her room.
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It was no surprise to bright-yellow clad woman when Logan came barreling through the front door and into the adjoining bathroom. Although, she was surprised by the steady stream of growled curses that came from his mouth. Sighing heavily, she rolled off her bed and made her way to the bathroom, unprepared for the damage inside.
Logan heard her gasp.
"Where'd she go," Logan's whispered was deathly calm.
"I-I don't know," Jubilee answered.
"Where is she!" Logan yelled, unsheathing his claws.
"I don't know, she just left, out the window, two minutes ago," Jubilee trembled.
With an enraged yelled, Logan shoved his way past Jubilee and out of the bathroom.
With silent tears, Jubilee cleaned up the mess in the bathroom. She finished just in time to hear the faint roar of Logan on Scott's new motorcycle fade into the distance.