And in removing the gloves, she allowed her pale flesh to breath in the cool air Characters: Rogue; OT Sinister Setting: His lab Content: Swearing? Violence? Always a possibility... Summary: Rogue wants to know where her employment lies with the doctor and if she will stay with him or not.
Rogue lounged in a chair, green eyes unfocused as she stared off into space, lost in her own thoughts and the demons which always were steps behind them. What was she doing? Facing down Sinister? She was silly for it, but the brunette wanted to know what was going to be the next step in this employment...if there was one to be had. The southern belle was tired of being played with and led around blindly by the nose, trusting in words instead of action and she was tired of it. She wanted to truth or she would be gone.
On one hand, she trusted Sinister more than anyone else, but she was growing bored of not having a direction...she was sick of wandering. What side did she play for anyway? With the Brotherhood and with the X-Men she knew straight off where she belonged...but here she had no idea. Maybe she didn't play on any side and the lines blurred to easily under his care, but she had slowly discovered more about her abilities and why they were the way they were. The mental blocks she had put up were...one of the reasons, if not, the only reason she couldn't touch anyone...perhaps with time it would change...perhaps. Was Sinister the way to do this?
Holding up a gloved hand, Rogue studied the leather...she was still untouchable despite everything, but things took time and she needed to have patience. If only it were that simple for the mutant and she slowly pulled at the fingers, removing the heavy material from her skin and allowing the pale flash to breath in the cool air of the lab around her, finally. She removed the other and folded her hands upon her black leggings...at least here she was free momentarily.