WHO: Rogue, O'Brien and Lucas WHAT: Meeting a familiar face WHERE: The NY Public Library WHEN: Early Afternoon. Feb 6th RATING: Med/High STATUS: In Progress
The library wasn't all that fucking bad. Sure, there were a few teenagers she would have loved to punch in the face and some geeks he would have liked to made fun of, but otherwise Rogue was on her best behavior. When boredom started to consume her, she even sat down to read The Picture Of Dorian Gray. It was a little fruity to her, but it made time seem to fast forward. She was a little tired of her movies on her computer and there was no one to really text.
She moved to a desk and put her feet on the wooden surface, feet moving about as she read. When she yawned, she knew it was time to find something else to do. Grabbing her assault rifle and bag, she decided she was going to do some zombie hunting. It was there again, that dire need to feel her heart pounding, her pulse racing. She sure as hell wasn't going to get that out of an Oscar Wilde novel.
She began to travel down the European History aisle but suddenly stopped when she saw an all too familiar face. The fucking piglet that got her arrested over eleven times. She managed to get all of those arrests off her record (which saved her ass when serving somewhat hard time), but she was still mad as hell at the cop who always caught her red handed. She dropped her bag and folded her arms, making sure that she was an obstacle.
"Well if it isn't one of the three pigs. Where are the rest of you?"