Anna Marie has done good (![]() ![]() @ 2015-09-09 14:13:00 |
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Rogue was mad. She was mad at herself. At how stupid she'd been the day before. Flirting with Remy and then saying all those things. He must think her a child. Some stupid little girl. He'd be right in thinking that too. For as mature as she thought herself to be, she could be a real fool sometimes. And right now she felt like one. And she was. She'd made a complete fool out of herself. Her fist smashed into the tree. The pain was all too real considering the tree was petrified. It hurt. But Rogue had to have some way to express her anger without hitting someone. And the only person she felt like hitting was herself. God, she was so stupid. What the hell was going on through her head? She hadn't slept much if at all the night before. Her thoughts refused to let her and she'd been running through everything over and over again. In the end she concluded she was an idiot. At some point she'd apologize to Remy. Maybe ask him to forget she said anything at all. She still felt like she needed to keep her distance anyway because apparently she couldn't think properly around him. There were bigger problems here than her stupid heart, weren't there? The petrified wood had a dent now, bits of the rock stuck into Rogue's gloves and she felt the points pricking against her skin. She needed to let this go. She needed to clear her head. If Rogue needed anything right now, she needed a distraction. So she threw her fist again into the tree. And then again until she felt like if she punched it once more she might break her hand. She pulled her communicator out then, leaving a message for Remy, sending another to Hope, and then one to Rahne, asking her if she was busy. Rogue needed to be doing something than being useless hitting things. As theraputic it might feel, it wasn't helping her or anyone else. |