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Enough was enough, Rogue needed a change of scene, it was her nature.… - X-Men Unite RP
Enough was enough, Rogue needed a change of scene, it was her nature. Her flimsy scrubs had been exchanged for a pair of coveralls, it seemed the X-Men weren't going to be taking any chances with her and her shenanigans and made sure the girl was covered head to toe. "Isn't this a little excessive?" She had asked Nurse Annie who had prepped her, outfitting with a pair of manacles that connected her ankles with a bit of chain. It wouldn't inhibit walking, but certainly would make it difficult to run. She didn't want to take any chances, or so the nurse said. And so she waited, forwhenever Logan was going to arrive to escort her outside the dention block. Rogue slouched on the bed, legs stretched out in front of her.

Soon Logan arrived at the detention block, immediately, a glare was tossed at the good nurse, who was passing in the hall. "She's a fucking kid, not an animal..." the rest was muttered lowly beneath his breath, no doubt he was throwing obscenities in the air.

She stared blankly, green hues shifting from Logan to Annie as they exchanged some, apparently, heated words, through the small window on the door. It looked like the two were about to come to blows, but she turned and walked away briskly. She watched the exchange, curious about what was actually being said, but not being privvy to their conversation. Rogue straightened a bit when Wolverine finally entered.

Claws extended and Logan sliced the manacles from Rogue's body. Claws then retracted and the man cocked his head towards the door. "Lets go, you."

A bit of a chuckle was released at his actions and she wondered if it had anything to do with Nurse Annie.

She stood at his order, "Just lead the way."

Eyes still narrowed, Logan abruptly turned on his heel and started to lead the girl out of the cell and to the outside of the mansion, still huffing about how Scott had her in the cell as though she were a serial killer.

On that note, he lifted his head and turned towards her, eyes looking as though they were seeing through her. "No funny stuff, kiddo. Got it?" Even after the events of the two in the cell before, he still had a job and reputation to uphold.

"Ah wouldn't dream of it," Rogue remarked. She jammed her hands into her pockets and swaggered behind him, oozing confidence. This was a definate case of the squeaky wheel getting the oil. Hooray for small victories.

"Y'sure pissed her," she commented after a brief moment.

"Good," Logan remarked as he lead her up to the the first floor of the mansion and towards the front doors of the manison, where they were then swung open and he led her towards the steps of the front porch, watching her motions carefully along the way. "Need a smoke while you're out here?"

Wanda peered through the window at the people on the front porch. It was that gruff, hairy man and the strange girl that Pietro had told her about. They had done well at avoiding most of the mansion's residents (or those who remained) while living off of the food they bought and the heat they paid for. Mostly, they were all wrapped up in their own problems. Wanda had little problems roasting marshmallows in the fireplace and remaining unnoticed. She hid behind the curtain. Maybe those two would stay out there and she could go about collecting magazines for Pietro again.

Her eyes widened as they turned the corner and stepped outside into the light of the afternoon. The air was cool and there was a bit of snow on the ground. "Ah ha!" she exclaimed, skipping down the stone steps of the porch. Coming to the last step, she swung her arms, giving her the momentum to flip forward into an aerial and finish with a roundoff. Rogue was being mindful of her broken arm, holding it out, but the weight of the cast through her balance off and she missed the landing, falling on her butt into a pile of snow. She merely fopped backwards and laughed. "What'd y'say?" she lifted her head to look up at Logan.

((Hey guys! I posted what we had started if anyone wants to do anything with this!))
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say_snikt From: say_snikt Date: March 7th, 2007 04:51 am (UTC) (Link)
Logan watched Rogue go through all of the motions of the roundoff and landing on her ass. All that he offered the young woman in return was a smirk of his own and an outstretched hand to help her up. "Watch it, kiddo. Don't need you breaking anything else on us while you're here..."
rogue_ From: rogue_ Date: March 7th, 2007 05:06 am (UTC) (Link)
Too many snowless winters in Mississippi or being forbidden to be outside, whatever the reason was, the small covering of white on the ground made Rogue want to play. Rogue was too excited to focus on what he was saying, or else she might have found his word choice interesting. Taking his hand for the help, "Aw, wouldya relax? Its just...snow!" she said lobbing a handful in his direction.
say_snikt From: say_snikt Date: March 7th, 2007 05:08 am (UTC) (Link)
Logan quickly shielded himself from the snowball before he even knew what was being thrown at him. Some of it landed on his neck and the cold melted, causing him to growl before looking back at her. "Alright, enough," came out in a low tone. "Go and hit a tree or something next time. I'm not target practice..."
rogue_ From: rogue_ Date: March 7th, 2007 05:21 am (UTC) (Link)
Even Logan's general gruffness and unpleasant attitude couldn't prevent her from having a little fun. There was definately something that could be said for being out amongst nature and the wonderful sense of freedom it inspired. "Yer from Canada," she said dismissively with a wave of her hand. "There's practically ice runnin' through yer veins," she added tartly.

Finally standing, Rogue dusted the snow off her back side, which was now damp. It was nice to stretch her legs and run around, be active, after so much time had been spent devoted to being idle. There was a nice covering of snow that acted like a tumbling mat, she couldn't help trying a few more tricks. Bending over, she lifted herself into a handstand with remarkable ease, walking a few feet. "Enjoyin' the show?," she asked, tilting her head to regard him upside down. Curling her body up and rolling forward into a tumble. Again, it yielded the same results: Rogue on her butt, but it was all just for fun. "Can Ah have that cigarette now?"
say_snikt From: say_snikt Date: March 7th, 2007 07:55 pm (UTC) (Link)
Still watching her movements, Logan shook his head mildly in her direction before he dipped a hand into his coat pocket and offered her a pack of cigarettes, along with a lighter. "Here," was said in a low tone towards her.

He then gazed about himself at the snowy scenery outside and let out a small exhale, which made his breath seem smokey against the chilly air. Eyes closed for a moment. He did enjoy the crisp wintery breeze, but wouldn't admit it. At least not right now.
rogue_ From: rogue_ Date: March 7th, 2007 09:07 pm (UTC) (Link)
"Grumpy gus," she muttered. Rogue snapped the lighter out of the air as he tossed it to her. She finally stood and climbed the steps to the porch once more. Lighting a cigarette she left the pack and the lighter on the concrete railing. Rogue started leaning against it, but soon hoisted herself up, sitting with her legs dangling.

"Ah gotta ask y'somethin'..." She inhaled deeply then plucked the cigarette from her lips. "What's stoppin' me from runnin' away?" Cigarette held betwix digits were wagged at him, "Riddle me that."
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