Aug. 14th, 2011

un_gloved: (age plot: southern gal)
Rogue was done being bewildered. She'd spent a day being bewildered and she was over it. Why would she persist in bewilderment and being confused and gun shy when she was on vacation?

Dressed in tiny shorts and a spaghetti strap tank top that she'd found in a box in the basement- everything she'd found in the room she'd woken up in had been made for someone who was more muscular and way curvier. Not that she was short on either, but still.- over a bikini that was tinier still, Rogue had spent the day taking advantage of all the free stuff the island's compound had to offer before making her way through the jungle for the beach. There was no way she could have risked going out like that back home, but here... Well, here, she could.

The day was glorious and she felt great and there wasn't a dang person around to tell her no, or where to go, or make her train for their next mission. She was free as a bird.

She stopped in a patch of sunlight, the sound of the ocean touching her ears, and saw a brilliantly blue colored bird, like a sapphire with wings, flutter from one branch to another, and she beamed.

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