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Sep. 13th, 2009 08:01 pmThere was a whole big list of things Rogue absolutely could not handle. She hadn't anticipated Being Home would have been one of them, but, it was. All the other little things that went under that umbrella heading were, to be sure, daunting on their own, so added up it felt like she was going out of her skin with restlessness.
The only good thing was, she could get away from the immediate crush of it all by flying. The school was already getting pieced back together from the Sentinel attack, by those who hadn't been wounded in the fights that followed. She'd been one of the first ones awake, and though she knew she had her part to do- probably had to fix that damn dome right back up where it was supposed to go- she hadn't had it in her. She'd had to fly.
Touching down, the grounds seemed quiet. Walking into the mansion didn't change the feeling and she didn't like the sensation.
Place this big shouldn't be so still. Specially when there's a whole host o'folks I'd like to avoid. Wish I could put a bell on' em.
She headed downstairs. Maybe a shower and a nap would make things better. Or maybe pummeling something in the danger room. Or a swim. The options suddenly didn't seem so much different than they had on the island. But then again, she could go shopping, or get some coffee or, Lord above, watch some tv.
Didn't sound so bad.
"Careless."
She'd barely started to turn toward the voice, low and feral, before the claws came down. They shredded her jacket sleeve and some of the bodysuit underneath and across her ribs, but the impact, the power in his arm, that was what actually hurt. She barely got a sound out as she made a dent in the metal floor.
"Cruh- Creed?!" She gasped, pushing herself up. bad news. Bad. Her skin was as tough as his, but it didn't fix as quick once it did get busted, and if there were only a couple around with stamina enough to make a dent, he was one of them.
How the hell had the manacles come off?
"Any more questions?" he asked, lifting her by the back of the head and slamming her face first into the wall.
The only good thing was, she could get away from the immediate crush of it all by flying. The school was already getting pieced back together from the Sentinel attack, by those who hadn't been wounded in the fights that followed. She'd been one of the first ones awake, and though she knew she had her part to do- probably had to fix that damn dome right back up where it was supposed to go- she hadn't had it in her. She'd had to fly.
Touching down, the grounds seemed quiet. Walking into the mansion didn't change the feeling and she didn't like the sensation.
Place this big shouldn't be so still. Specially when there's a whole host o'folks I'd like to avoid. Wish I could put a bell on' em.
She headed downstairs. Maybe a shower and a nap would make things better. Or maybe pummeling something in the danger room. Or a swim. The options suddenly didn't seem so much different than they had on the island. But then again, she could go shopping, or get some coffee or, Lord above, watch some tv.
Didn't sound so bad.
"Careless."
She'd barely started to turn toward the voice, low and feral, before the claws came down. They shredded her jacket sleeve and some of the bodysuit underneath and across her ribs, but the impact, the power in his arm, that was what actually hurt. She barely got a sound out as she made a dent in the metal floor.
"Cruh- Creed?!" She gasped, pushing herself up. bad news. Bad. Her skin was as tough as his, but it didn't fix as quick once it did get busted, and if there were only a couple around with stamina enough to make a dent, he was one of them.
How the hell had the manacles come off?
"Any more questions?" he asked, lifting her by the back of the head and slamming her face first into the wall.
