When you are on the outside looking in... Characters: Rogue; OT Mystique Setting: New York Content: Nothing bad Summary: Rogue is out and about in the city and runs into a 'stranger'.
Rogue fumbled with her purse, plucking out the twenty and change with gloved hands and all but shoving it at the cashier before snatching her small coffee. "Miss...?" She almost dropped her coffee, but managed to avoid the near disaster, dodging inbetween bodies in the morning rush to grab the change and hurry off again. She left in a wake of stares, but at the moment the brunette didn't seem to care. Her only thoughts were of avoiding human contact as much as possible even as she attracted so much more of it by her nervous movements. There was always a chance for accidents, for mess ups and failings when it came to her being out in public. Her powers were always on her mind, constantly hanging between her and another person and always keeping them at a distance. Today was no different...it was all she thought about.
The southern belle sipped her coffee, finding a spot in the corner to sit and pulled open a magazine, gloved fingers sweeping over the pages even as her green eyes saw none of it. They were all beautiful people, with beautiful dreams...and what was she? A mutant freak, untouchable and dangerous...Rogue flipped another page, attempting to focus on the latest spring fashion, but found it pointless. She could never wear any of this stuff even if she wanted to. It was too open and revealing and...potential death traps for anyone on the scene when she arrived.