WHO: Rogue & OTA WHAT: Getting Lunch WHEN: Late Afternoon WHERE: Hinkles WARNINGS: TBD STATUS: In-Progress, Open To All
It was a very quiet day at Hinkle's. Which was good, since Rogue was having one of those bad days where her head hurt and there was a chorus of annoying voices in there. She’d laid her hands on too many people this month and most of them for longer than a brief touch, people were annoying and got in her way and she was paying the price for being rash. She didn’t mind people she knew in her head. Though, she still groaned when a dream from Logan or someone else popped into her head at night.
She’d spent a few hours meditating but even that wasn’t enough to keep the onslaught of voices quiet. She had grown to like her ability, her power but, she just hated the side effects. She loved her friends dearly but she was so tired of being stuck like this. Logan had once said someday she learned to control it. She wished that it had been RIGHT now. Today. Not three weeks or three years or whatever it was going to be. She was worried she was going mad. In a few weeks, most would fade to annoying background noise. But for now, it was like a party.
She was in jeans, cowboy boots, and a long sleeved plaid shirt today, looking every bit the country girl as she sat at the counter, tapping her finger silently on the counter as she decided what to eat. There weren't many here at the moment, so it was her out in front, muttering to herself. Arguing with the voices in her head.