Rogue (atouchthatkills) wrote in cityofnewhope, @ 2009-01-03 14:20:00 |
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Entry tags: | parker, rogue |
WHO: Parker and Rogue
WHAT: Exploration of food.
WHEN: Half an hour after this.
WHERE: All over the place
RATING: TBD
STATUS: In Progress
It had taken a little less than fifteen minutes for Rogue to find a clothing shop, and a way inside. There weren't any alarms that she could hear as she slipped through the unlocked window at the rear of the building, and as she cautiously made her way to the aisles of clothes she was relieved to see that no automated police force of some sort was surrounding the building either.
Still, just because they weren't there yet didn't mean they didn't exist. Granted Rogue had yet to see a single, well, anything to signify that there was any sort of security within New Hope, but she didn't want to be the first to find out either. And she wasn't an idiot. Rogue knew her limits, she knew what she was and wasn't good at, and she was no thief. At least, she wasn't a very good one.
She needed clothing, though, and the outfits that were hanging in her closet just weren't going to cut it. They revealed too much skin in the wrong places, and hid the only parts of her skin she could show. Not to mention they didn't work with her gloves and, while Rogue wasn't what she'd consider a vain person, she did prefer to have the one thing she was required to wear actually match everything else she had on.
In less than two minutes after getting inside the store, Rogue had a few outfits along with several pairs of gloves. Different colors and lengths both, which brought a small smile to her face. Gathering the items she left the store the same way she'd entered, and made it back to her room in record time.
At almost exactly half an hour after her last post to Parker, the mutant arrived at the Welcome Center. She was now wearing a long-sleeved shirt that was form-fitting without being too tight, and a pair of jeans that flared a bit at the legs (to match the slight flare on the sleeves of her top). Her gloves matched the thread color that outlined the shirt, and ended just underneath the sleeves themselves.
Her face, her neck, and her collarbone was the only skin she had showing. Her hair was pulled back into a ponytail, to keep it out of her way. The white streaks that defined her back home were still visible - she could never and likely would never hide them - but they weren't quite so startling when they weren't framing her face and flowing loosely.
Leaning lightly against the wall of the Welcome Center, near the front doors, Rogue waited somewhat nervously for the other woman to arrive. She studied the map she'd made as she waited, leather-covered fingers lightly tracing the path that she thought would best take them to someplace with some answers. She hoped she was right. Just as she hoped that Parker wasn't lying when she said she could get into any place that was locked. Rogue had a feeling that skill, especially, could come in handy during their little adventure.