WHO: Remy LeBeau and Rogue WHAT: A (seemingly) chance encounter. WHEN: Mid-afternoon WHERE: Random street corner RATING: TBD STATUS: In Progress
Staying cooped up was never Rogue's idea of a good time. She enjoyed spending time hanging out - like at the mansion, for example - but this was a new place and she wanted to go explore. There were fictional characters here, for crying out loud. Besides that, it was L.A. That alone made it worthwhile.
She considered asking Kitty to tag along, but eventually opted against it. She wanted to do this on her own. See the city from a newcomer's point of view. She'd walk the same area later with Kitty and see if something new caught her eye. For now she would do it alone.
Gloves that went nearly to her elbows looked out of place in the warm California heat but Rogue didn't care. There were a lot of people around here and she wasn't about to take any chances. She was wearing a tshirt, though, and her hair was down. The streaks caught in the sunlight, the white nearly blinding in some instances, as she slowly walked the streets and glanced in shop windows. She kept track of the sun in the sky, not wanting it to grow dark and her be too far from the hotel, but otherwise lost herself in the various shops and carts she passed.
Really, Los Angeles was shaping up to almost remind her of a warm New York City. She passed people with stranger hair than herself, which wasn't uncommon, but people hardly took note of it here. They just went about their own business. Rogue wondered how many people really looked up from their own day to day lives to take note of the people around them. Almost curiously, she turned from the window of the boutique she'd been looking at that had hip clothing that she'd probably never wear, and glanced around at the people passing by to see if anyone else was looking too.