who: Rogue and ororo! :) what: Rogue's back, yay when: Thursday afternoon where: New york city, new york status/rating: Open for ororo/pg-13
Rogue had alternated between hitchhiking and flying her way back to New York City. Depending on which state she was in and how concentrated officials would be, she decided to play it safe and not draw too much attention to a sky-flying mutant hero type. As much as she loved trouble, she didn’t want to bring it to her friends, especially not in this scenario of a civil war. Less trouble was much preferred.
Once Rogue had reached Annapolis, she’d made the decision to catch a greyhound to New York. Although it was a good chunk out of her wallet, it was also much safer to take a bus than to just land in the middle of Central Park. She had to appear as normal as possible, and sitting with her legs pulled up, listening to her iPod as she watched scenery pass by, she imagined she looked quite ordinary. Apart from every inch of her skin being covered on a warm day in the fall, of course.
She must have dozed off on the bus, because before she knew it the bus was pulling into the main terminal of New York City. Her exhaustion must have caught up with her, and with a few hours of peace, she must have let her guard down to catch some shut eye. Lifting from her seat, she pulled her duffel bag from the seat beside her, yawned and rubbed sleep from her eyes. She waited while other passengers filed off, and then took her turn to step off the bus into the urban jungle that was New York.
Groups of friends waited in the terminal, hugging as they said hello, tourists milled about with their cameras at the ready, businessmen hurried with their briefcases, and staff sat behind their booths with less-than-amused looks. Everyone moved around as if there was nothing to fear, as if the world was the same a year ago. Perhaps for them it was, but for Rogue, the world had flipped upside down. It never seemed to happen to anyone else, anyone... well, normal. It was so easy for her to fit in and look the picture of normalcy, while inside she was so different. If any of these people were to touch their skin to hers, she would be known and she would be looked at as something very different. Dangerous, unknown, scary and most of all, a freak.
Rogue had spent many years despising people’s opinions of her. They would hate her for something she hadn’t asked for, that she didn’t even want to be a part of her. No pity for never being able to have physical relationships, no sad looks as she struggled in their world, just pure hatred and the attempt to force those like she to register and become a number, something to file her under.
Folding her arms across her chest, Rogue left the terminal and headed to Mutant Town. She’d have some explaining to do, but that was the least of her worries. Scott would accept her with no problem, others... Well, she’d have to apologize, anyway. It was quite a long walk, but once she’d reached 1st Ave, she knew this was where she’d belonged all along. Amongst all the low income housing, the kids on the street and the pickpockets. It was a very odd world they’d come to live in.
Cutting across a few lawns, she headed for Tompkins Square Park, where she knew she’d see someone friendly.