Rogue (nosouthernbelle) wrote in no_good_deed, @ 2011-01-05 15:27:00 |
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Entry tags: | complete, old pc: iceman, rogue |
Who: Rogue OTA
What: Feeling restless, Rogue wanders to the music room.
When: Jan. 5, evening
Where: The Music classroom
Rating: Changed to PG because Rogue swears.
It was strange to be back at Xavier's. She'd spent almost four years of her life here being the girl that no one could touch, the girl that didn't allow anyone close except her boyfriend. St. John had been the rare exception. To this day she still didn't quite understand the want to have him for a friend back then. Maybe it had been because he was Bobby's friend and thought it was only right he should be hers as well. That hadn't turned out so well. Then there was Logan. it was amusing to think of the crush she'd harbored so long for him. How things had changed.
Her original plan was to arrive on New Year's and when she'd set out the day after Christmas she'd given herself enough time. Except, the further she drove the more anxious she became, and the more reasons she found to stop at a place and linger.
It was late last night when Rogue drove through the familiar gates and parked in a garage full of vehicles, most of the unrecognizable. She went straight to the office that used to belong to the professor, having called ahead to let Ororo know when she was close. They met briefly since the hour was so late, only so that Rogue could be shown her room and could ask the one question that had given her so much pause; Who was still here that she'd know? There were a handful of familiar names and to find out Bobby was not one of them instantly made her relax. Finding out Logan was there, at least in theory, was even better. She couldn't wait to see him. Out of everyone she cut ties with, he'd be the last harsh with her. It wasn't like he was exactly known for keeping in touch.
Sleep had come surprisingly easy, and she slipped away from the school before too many people had time to awaken. She wanted to walk around downtown. It was a slow immersion process, one of getting her bearings again and reminding herself she was no longer seventeen. This was not an easy thing to remember.
After a long day of walking and remembering, Rogue was back at Xavier's and trying to unthaw. She still had butterflies in her stomach when it came to people realizing she was there. Because of that, she made sure no one was around when she went to the staff kitchen and poured herself some wine. She just needed to relax a little. There was tension in her neck and shoulders, a knot in her stomach. So the inclination to do what she did at home to relax and forget the world for awhile crept over her, and Rogue found herself wandering down to the main floor.
It sounded like the majority of the school's population was at dinner or in their rooms getting a head start on the homework they'd been given. Walking into the music room, it was pleasant to find it looking somewhat different, but very familiar. And empty. Green eyes traveled over the instruments, memories coming back easily. She hadn't been much into music while here, but New Orleans brought out the artistic side of her. Now music was such an integral part of her soul that it was almost healing to be around just the quiet instruments.
The beautiful dark cherry grand piano was what drew her. With wine glass in hand, she made her way over and sat on the creaky bench. The glass was set atop the piano, and Rogue ran her fingers lightly over the keys. Tension rolled down her back and away from her with just the simple motion. She took a deep, slow breath in and spread her fingers into a familiar position, pressing down gently. For several long minutes she played whatever came to mind, not sticking to any particular tune or tempo. She just needed to play. But eventually she did move into something more recognizable. With eyes closed, she sang and let herself forget about the anxiety she felt, and that she was back at the one place she swore she'd never set foot in again.