WHO: Rogue and Jean WHERE: Lobby of Sleepy Hollow WHEN: After their network conversation WHAT: Meeting up WARNINGS: None that I can foresee. :P STATUS: Closed; Incomplete
The cut, merely a scraped knee, already crusted over into a scab and Rogue slowly rolled down her pant leg. It was a small piece of luck, a glimmer of light at the end of the tunnel, where Rogue was sure nothing of the sort could possibly exist here. It was funny in a way, but much more sad to Rogue. The luck was that she didn’t have to worry about Jean touching her and possibly ending up in a coma or worse from an accidental brush of contact with Rogue’s pale skin. She’d figured she’d hurt enough people to last an entire lifetime, one in particular to count for more than a single victim, and after Doctor Grey, along with most of the mansion residents had been friendly, welcoming towards her, the last thing she wanted was to injure one of them. Then again maybe it was already too late. Didn’t Bobby say the Professor was angry at her for her last loss of control? Her misstep that had literally left Logan in a coma? It was why she’d run in the first place, figuring that like her childhood home, most places, she worn out her welcome once more. Still, Dr. Grey didn’t seem angry at her or upset. Logan definitely didn’t and he was the one that she’d practically sucked dry to heal herself. Then again, maybe they just hadn’t heard about the Professor’s feelings on her yet. She’d hadn’t really stuck around long to figure out who knew what. One word from Bobby, the boy she sort of developed a crush on upon arrival in the mansion, and she’d packed up the little she had and took off. Past experience of the worst kind had taught Rogue not to stick around. After a show of her powers or curse, the results were usually far from the most pleasent.
Rogue pushed herself up from the bed, tugging her dark green hood back over head, sealing in the dark broke hair and hopefully any chance of contact in that way, and looked over once more at the letter. Like the majority of her experiences, it too did not seem to yield anything good in the words and the network had proven just as depressing and sobering. Apparently, people couldn’t leave this place, but that was far from the worst of it. According to the other refugees, Marrowood was filled with monsters, haunted by ghosts, and she assumed so much worse. Whatever else ended up in a horror Rogue expected to run into. In this place, mutants were far from the main thing to fear here. It should have been reassuring to know there were worst things to fear, but it only made her much more anxious and scared. At least back home, she kind of had an idea of her enemies, but here? It was a good jumble mix of anything and everything. People were from everywhere here on top of the secrets and dangers this place already contained within it’s limits. Rogue reached over and picked up the paper, thin and frail in her gloved fingers, and read it over once more. Along with the device and obvious this hotel room, it was all she’d received upon arrival here. Much like both those things, it held little clues to any possible escape or explanation as to why the universe had dubbed her worthy enough or rather, unfortunate enough, to be transported here. Folding the paper haphazardly, the brunette slipped the letter into her pocket and headed for the door.
Twisting the knob, she was far from surprised when, with a slight pull, the door creaked open. Slowly, Rogue stepped into the hall, glancing around slowly, and was startled at the sight of a maid, across from her, making her way into one of the rooms. Perhaps one didn’t have to be old to have a heart attack. Rogue took a breath to calm what little nerves she had left and in the direction of an Exit sign hopefully beaming brightly over where the stairs were located. The stairwell was blissfully empty and Anna started down; the sound of her own footsteps echoed in her ears. As much as a city could be annoying, all the noise and clutter, it was better than this and Rogue found herself hurling herself as quickly as possible towards the bottom. Her steps were too loud here; she found herself jumping as she finally hit the finally landing and opened the door. Another creak filled her ears, but it was like church bells to Rogue’s ears. Another sound, another sign of possible life? It felt like another piece of luck. Rogue entered the lobby, noting again the startling amount of people present in the place. Maybe being alone wasn’t so bad.