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Apr. 17th, 2009 12:54 amIt was relatively easy to make yourself scarce in a place with no phones, no roads and no telepaths, and Rogue had found herself doing just that since the X-Men's arrival. She'd missed them all, fiercely, some more than others at varying times, but having a few of them finally there was daunting. She was pretty sure she was different, now. Two years of living like a normal human being, give or take a couple days, and being from so much earlier, as far as she knew, it worried her a little. She was worried it would put a barrier of more than just chronological distance between them. She was worried they would somehow attract all the same trouble they always did and ruin what was, she'd discovered, a pretty good thing she had going there.
Maybe she wasn't worried about all of them doing that. Jean probably wouldn't be stirring up much trouble for her. Actually, she wanted to sit down and talk with the other woman, but even the thought of that made her jumpy. So she was taking some time off, from pretty much everyone, just a day or two to clear her head- Ha! Like that ever happened easy. Or at all.- and try and get some perspective.
With both feet planted firmly on the ground. Used to be easier, didn't it?
Not wanting to walk the beach, she'd taken to the jungle, finding her way along paths that were barely there, relishing the quiet and the cool that came with being beneath the thicker parts of the canopy. Quiet and time, she figured, that was all she needed to get a handle on the turn her life had taken, or was possibly about to take, and fortunately they were two commodities the island held in abundance. Unfortunately, it wasn't working so well, so far. Her thoughts kept turning to one place in particular, and that place- person- happened to be the one she was least ready to confront.
Maybe she wasn't worried about all of them doing that. Jean probably wouldn't be stirring up much trouble for her. Actually, she wanted to sit down and talk with the other woman, but even the thought of that made her jumpy. So she was taking some time off, from pretty much everyone, just a day or two to clear her head- Ha! Like that ever happened easy. Or at all.- and try and get some perspective.
With both feet planted firmly on the ground. Used to be easier, didn't it?
Not wanting to walk the beach, she'd taken to the jungle, finding her way along paths that were barely there, relishing the quiet and the cool that came with being beneath the thicker parts of the canopy. Quiet and time, she figured, that was all she needed to get a handle on the turn her life had taken, or was possibly about to take, and fortunately they were two commodities the island held in abundance. Unfortunately, it wasn't working so well, so far. Her thoughts kept turning to one place in particular, and that place- person- happened to be the one she was least ready to confront.