I've decided to drop Rogue from TM. It's been a blast and I've met so many wonderful people but she's rarely speaking to me anymore and I wanna let someone else have some fun with a Rogue and all you great people.

I'm still around with my other muses and they are as loud as ever but I just wanted to say thanks to everyone that made playing in TM and getting into Rogue's head oh so much fun.

Thanks! :)

Ain't sure I can pick out simply one thing. I mean what I consider ta be the most embarrassin' doesn't mean everyone else I know is gonna pick that one too. I think bein' caught by Logan as I was on the way out the door ta go to one of the clinics was my most embarrassin'. I really wish no one knew that I had even thought about takin' the cure.

It's hard livin' without bein' able ta touch. No, that ain't true. I could touch someone. I just am afraid ta cause of what my power will do ta them. So a cure that would take that fear away was nice soundin'. I'll admit that. But I realized it wasn't really gonna take it all away.

This is part of who I am, this power of mine, an' even if'n it annoys the hell outta me sometimes it's somethin' I gotta learn ta deal with.

Still wish Logan hadn't caught me on my way ta go ta one of those places though.

Have you ever had a dream that felt so real that you had trouble realizing it was a dream? What was it about?


It feels like dying and if Rogue knows anything she knows what death feels like.

The prick of the needle against her skin stings but it's something she can dismiss. It's the injection of what is inside the needle--the almighty Cure--that makes her insides feel like they are on fire. It spreads out from the injection site and she can't help but scream as it invades her veins, suppressing what is uniquely her. They didn't tell you about this on the news, how it ripped through your body and nearly tore you apart.

The nurse just smiles and pats her arm, skin touching hers and there is no reaction. Rogue doesn't even have time to reflect on the fact that the woman should be wearing gloves. She just stares at the spot the woman had touched, the entrance to where the Cure slipped inside, changing her. She can't be Rogue but she's fairly certain she can never go back to being Marie either.

A single prick of the needle and suddenly she's become no one.

She wakes up moments later; the alarm ringing in her ears and reaches out to shut it off. It was just a dream. A nightmare. She hadn't gone into the clinic. They hadn't pricked her with the needle. She was still someone. She was still Rogue. It was just a dream.

Rationally she knows that. It doesn't stop her from checking for needle marks.

After ten but before ten-thirty. That was the key time frame. If Rogue called before ten they would be busy watching one of their programs and after ten-thirty and no one would answer. Her daddy never saw reason for anyone to call once the local news ended. He failed to realize there were other news programs on half an hour later. Rogue was pretty sure the rest of their town was pretty much the same way. No one had ever called after ten-thirty before.

It's a clear day and the other students are all outside, playing some sort of flashlight game but not Rogue. And this time she hasn't bailed because of contact issues. Well. Not her usual contact issues. These are completely different contact issues, more about communication than any kind of physical contact. Of course contact of any kind can't happen if she continues to just stare at the phone.

She doesn't think her parents will have changed their number. That would be too much of a hassle. Everyone in town knew their number. It was hard not to when her parents had been involved in all facets of the community. It would have been much easier for them to assume she wouldn't call. Rogue hadn't. Not since she'd snuck out of the house with the little bit of money she'd managed to scramble together. They hadn't exactly thrown her out but she knew she couldn't stay anymore; not when they looked at her as though she was merely a ghost of their little girl.

In Delaware she'd tried calling once. She'd dialed the number and hung up before it ever got to a dial tone. In upper New York State she'd made it halfway through the number before managing to get a ride from a trucker. After that she couldn't afford to waste even a few coins on something she wasn't going to finish.

Long distance calls aren't a financial issue anymore. The other kids with families call home at least every week. Before the incident in Boston Bobby had calls from his family nearly every other day. All she has to do is dial the number if she wants to talk to her family. Such a simple task. Rogue has known how to do it since she was four.

It's almost like she's that age again, with how long it takes to actually dial the number. Each press of a button seems to take a lifetime. When it begins ringing she holds her breath. That's a good sign, right? That means the number is still working.

"Hello, D'Ancanto residence," her mother greets, and Rogue lets out a shaky breath. It really is her mother on the phone.

"Mama," Rogue hates that her voice cracks. She hates the silence that follows even more. "Mama? It's me. It's R-Marie. Mama?" The frantic nature of her own voice is beginning to scare Rogue.

"I'm sorry." That's all her mother says before the call is ended.

Rogue won't believe it at first. "Mama? Mama?"

But there is no sound, and then it's the beeping to hang up the phone. Rogue places the receiver down and stares at it.

Just like that, her home phone number has become useless information.

OOC: Based on the deleted scene from X2: "Rogue helps the children escape".

It had been a nice dream, whatever it was. When the ear-splitting shriek reverberated through the mansion, whatever Rogue had been dreaming about quickly shattered as she jolted awake. No one could possibly sleep through the sound. Even with her hands pressed tightly over her ears the scream pierced through her body, putting every nerve ending on alert. She didn't need Logan or Magneto's lingering presence in her mind telling her something was wrong. It was obvious from the use of little Terry's powers -- and then the gasping end of her voice as she suddenly stopped.

The end of her screams was followed by others, not as loud but the terror in those cries caused Rogue to stumble from bed and move towards the door without any regard to her lack of dress. Accidental power transfers be damned, this was what they had practiced for. And from the frantic steps above and below her she was beginning to think they hadn't practiced enough.

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Yeah. One of Logan's classes at school ain't exactly Espionage 101 but it may as well be called that. Better than havin' ta attend his meditation class. I hate that class with a fiery passion. Ain't no way pretendin' ta be a tree is gonna help me do anythin' but give me a headache. Love ya an' all Logan but it's the truth.

But pickin' locks an' defensive drivin' techniques are all part of the course. An' a few other things I probably ain't supposed ta be mentionin'. Ya never know what ya're gonna have ta do when ya've made the team. An' hey, ain't all that difficult ta extract information from someone when all ya gotta do is touch 'em. Ain't even gotta worry about all the flashy high tech gadgetry just get me within touchin' distance an' all their secrets become mine. Granted a telepath could just glimpse their mind but we kinda ran outta those. Guess we're stuck with lil' ol' me.

So I ain't exactly gonna be needin' the flashy high tech equipment but I ain't about ta say no ta the clothing. Spy girls seem ta get some really nice clothes an' I got my eye on these real nice boots. I wonder if'n it's somethin' I could do on the side of bein' an X-Man.

Probably not.

Still reckon I'd be damn good at it.

41.2. Make a list of things you like to display.
-skin
-my driving skills
-intelligence
-sarcasm
-defiance
-loyalty

Rogue took the free ColorQuiz.com personality test! "Wants to make a favorable impression and be recogn..." Click here to read the rest of the results.

A list of items quickly stuffed into her old duffle bag.
1. An extra pair of sneakers
2. flip flops
3. nice black sandals
4. shirts
5. pants
6. a light jacket
7. brush
8. toothbrush and toothpaste
9. all her hair and body products
10. a sundress she's never worn
11. her ipod
12. laptop and cord
13. wallet
14. socks and all other important clothing items

Things not packed
1. gloves
2. cellphone
3. communicator

I am bored. This is the only reason for me postin' this.

( Song for the month or somethin' )

And a meme...or another meme.


1 question...
1 chance...
1 honest answer...

That's all you get. Ask me one question. Any one question, anything, no matter how crazy it is. An honest answer. No catch.

All comments are screened.

ooc: Except I'm sure everyone knows the drill by now so not really screened.

It was an accident. A real, honest to God accident. The boy had been horsing around with friends and knocked into Rogue as she walked down the hallway. It wasn't her fault that when he'd fallen his hand had connected with her cheek. It wasn't her fault that it took a few seconds to push him off, to break the contact.

Of course that didn't stop the others from staring wide-eyed at her, from jumping in the air as she pushed herself up and barked at them to get a teacher. She ignored their flailing bodies as she righted the kid, making sure to keep his head up as she checked for a pulse. It was hard not to growl as someone gasped, fearful of her touching him even though she wore gloves.

Ms. Monroe was there moments later and Rogue was grateful to be cast aside. She waited to make sure he gained consciousness and then she was gone.

Thankfully the Danger Room was vacant. She didn't relish the idea of trying to navigate the bike when she was this pissed. Lashing out at robots and simulated people was far better than doing so to her classmates. She didn't understand how they couldn't see that they treated her exactly how the world treated them.

Rogue attacked and defended herself for hours, ignoring the tension creeping up her limbs. She refused to quit until her body made her. Eventually she collapsed to her knees, wiping sweat from her brow as she ended the program. She tore off her gloves and threw them across the room, crying as she heard them land against the steel. No matter what she was always going to be a damn pariah. An outcast amongst the outcasts.

She let herself cry for a few moments before angrily wiping at her tears. She wasn't a wilting flower, she wasn't going to let another's opinion break her down.

She was fearless. She was strong. She was Rogue.

1. David is in a coma for three weeks. Marie tries to go to his hospital room only once. That is all it takes for his parents to rant and rave about the devil she is, the monster she has suddenly become. She watches the couple twist into monsters before her eyes; eyes narrowed and yelling things that have no right to be coming out of such god-fearing people. As her mother ushers her down the hallway--careful not to touch her, jumping like Marie might bite her when she gets too close--Marie knows she won't be seeing the couple that used to be like second parents to her again.

She knows better than to try and rekindle that relationship.

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There is only pain, twisting through her like a knife as she screams, unable to pull away from the machine holding that is tearing her apart. Half of her doesn't want to let go, the part that is Magneto resonates that she must keep holding on even as her real self tries so hard to wrench her hands away.

Then there is nothing. No pain. No light. No darkness. Nothing. No life left.

But then there's a tug, a hard pull of her powers and her body aches as it heals itself, feeling Logan die as she is brought back to life. Rogue can only gasp for air, her eyes widening in horror as she realizes that his wounds are opening as hers close. Her heart begins to beat as his stops; her lungs expand as he takes his last breath. He drops to the ground and all she can do is stare in horror, silently screaming as she tries to remember how to work her voice.

The others are there quickly, gathering both of them up and getting them to the Blackbird before she fully understands what is happening. She screams as Ms. Grey tries to stop Logan from bleeding to death. Rogue covers her ears as Logan's voice echoes in her head, twisted together with the madman that tried to kill her. That did kill her. Her murderer and savior both trapped inside her fragile psyche, drowning her out.

Rogue is certain if Ms. Monroe hadn't administered the tranquilizer at that point that she would have gone insane from the chaos running through her head.

I love: takin' the bike out for a spin.
My attitude about money is: it's definitely nice ta have.
My form of exercise: Danger room workouts every day, runnin' in the mornin' an' at night if'n I'm up for it. I ain't countin' that meditation as exercise. I will count it amongst things that annoy me.
I stand for: life.
I appreciate: bein' alive.
My favourite publications / magazines are: anythin' that's gotta do with cars an' motorcycles.
I am inspired by: the younger kids.
I am amazed by: the younger kids.
Art that has moved me is: Petey used ta draw really nice things an' some things I wanted ta hit him for drawin'.
I tend to be critical of: gloves an' scarves. They need ta be of a certain quality in order ta be comfortable.
I feel cherished: when I talk ta certain people.
My guilty pleasure(s) is/are: tank tops and mini skirts.
My dream home: is on a private beach.
To me, refined means: elegant.
I envy: I'm pretty sure y'all know what I envy.
What most pisses me off is: people thinkin' I'm helpless or those that think girls ain't able ta know anythin' about engines an' fixin' them.
My passions are: drivin'.
The things that make me laugh are: the younger kids can be pretty funny.
The most tragic moment in my life was: the tragedies all brought about new beginnin's so I ain't sure they are tragedies.
I take great pride in: the bike I restored.
I take offense at: bein' used.
My astrological sign is: Leo

That's something I think is growing on me as I get older: happy endings. --Alice Munro

When they discuss powers in class no one else talks about how theirs hurt them. Except Logan, but he's the only one and he's never really been one for words.

Her power hurts. It slices like a knife through her as she takes another's thoughts and memories, as she steals their power. Well, not all the time. There are instances she thinks it's simply their reaction to her power that she's feeling. Sometimes it's a delicious rush, quick and never quite enough and she wants to latch on longer, to take more, and to feel that exhilaration again. That usually only happens when it's a fleeting moment, an accidental brush of skin to another's.

Those are the moments that scare her.

Rogue isn't sure that she should like her power. It hurts others, she's pretty sure it can kill. She already knows it can lead to a coma. The whispers of leech and vampire are appropriate. That is exactly what she is if she's not careful. It's why she puts on layers of clothes and always makes sure to wear gloves.

When she was little she used to read fairy tales, ranging from Cinderella to the legends of King Arthur and the story of Peter Pan. Her favorite had been the tales of Robin Hood. She never identified with Marion; she was always Robin Hood in any childhood games. Rogue used to believe in the happy endings, in conquering death, and the prince kissing the princess awake.

She's grown up.

There are no such things as happy endings and kissing a prince would surely lead to disaster.

Death isn't some ancient man in a robe with a scythe. It's a sixteen year old girl with deadly white skin.

-sleeveless shirts
-short sleeve shirts
-skirts
-teeny tiny skirts
-flip flops
-bikini
-tank tops
-long sleeved shirts
-pants
-skirts
-gloves
-gloves
-oh look more gloves
-boots
-jacket
-probably more gloves

At least the fall clothes are all trinkling into stores now.

The Olympics have taken over Xavier's. It seems to Rogue that every television is broadcasting the event and no one is willing to budge on changing the channel to anything else. Not even the Gossip Girl brigade is bothering to fight to see tonight's episode, even if it is repeat. It's never stopped them before. Rogue doesn't have anything against the Olympics but the summer sports are not her favorites. Volleyball, basketball, swimming, gymnastics, none of them appeal to her.

She loves the winter Olympics. Bobsleigh, figure skating, skiing and hockey. She could watch those competitions all day long. Or at least it used to appeal to her back when she was naive and snow and the coldness of Canada was just a fanciful dream. Then she'd actually spent time in Canada, on the road and trying to bum rides from people who seemed trustworthy. Sometimes she'd been right, sometimes not. Luckily those who had wanted more than a hurried "thank you" ended up knocked out for a few hours. Maybe it would remind them not to prey on little girls. Rogue doubted it.

The frigid mess that was Alberta had been a shock and those dreams she'd had of making snowmen and relishing the change from the heat of a Mississippi summer all died with the first taste of cold.

Not that she was planning on returning to Canada anytime soon.

At least with the other students occupied watching the Olympics it meant she could actually use the pool. No worrying about accidental contact.

Who wanted to watch swimming on the television when they could actually experience the water first hand?

Any appeal she'd had for the Olympics was quickly fading.

Rogue is becoming mostly strictly movieverse. She's set after the third movie except didn't actually take the cure because I refuse to allow her to do that. REFUSE. She's living at the mansion still, broken up with her boyfriend and just trying to get her life together.

I had a lot of fun exploring comic Rogue and intertwining her with various other storylines but she was slowly becoming a chore to write and I'm enjoying exploring her movieverse side.

So far I've been noting if her posts are movieverse but from this point on the majority of them are going to be so unless I specify otherwise.

Totally up to you if you'd like to interact with her since she'll be a bit different than her comic counterpart. I mean she pretty much thinks Magneto is the devil in movieverse and no flight or super strength or other wacky powers, just plain old kill you with a touch. Plus she's nowhere near 27. :P

Thanks. :D

ooc: Movieverse!Rogue

There are two sides ta every coin. More than one side ta most stories too. It's hard ta see all the sides an' really sometimes ya just don't even wanna bother. Sometimes it helps ta look at all the sides, others it just clouds the issue; muddies the water an' makes ya start thinkin' things ain't the way they really are. Ya gotta be careful when that happens. It's entirely too easy ta lose yourself in another person's game. Especially when they're really good at tryin' ta show the world their point of view.

Just cause someone can talk passionately about somethin' doesn't mean they actually know what they're talkin' about. Just means they're good at speakin'. Ya gotta look at the actions behind their words. Do they actually add up ta be the same or is there a significant distance between the two? If there is a difference run away as fast as ya can. They're only wantin' ta use ya then.

That's what Magneto did ta me. Pretty words about helpin' out mutants an' then tellin' me that my sacrifice was worth it. An' when I asked him why the hell he couldn't power his own damn machine I get told that the world needs generals.

Ya know what that really means? He wasn't prepared ta make the ultimate sacrifice of himself for his own cause. He was fake an' that's why he failed.

ooc: Movieverse!Rogue

When Logan saved Rogue's life on the Statue of Liberty it was more than just his healing that she received. It was a complete package: mutant power, memories, feelings, desires. The same thing happened with Magneto. For a week after the incident--that's what everyone called it, the "Incident"--Rogue wasn't always aware of exactly who she was. Usually the mix-up happened late at night when she was struggling to sleep because of nightmares. Labs and tubes and towers of smoke with burning bodies in ovens. It was hard to differentiate exactly who the memories belonged to; they liked to blend together.

Sometimes when she woke up from the nightmares she wasn't completely herself. It scared Rogue how easily the two dominant men were able to invade her psyche and nearly take over. At least with Logan it was an accident. Usually because Ms. Grey was walking by and her scent would spark his interest. That always made Rogue blush, seeing what Logan thought of her professor.

Magneto fought for control. His mind stayed longer than his power; even as that faded, as it became difficult to sense the metal around her he stayed, struggling to override her control. He never won. Neither of them did; it was just easier for them to push to the forefront when her mind was clouded with sleep.

OOC: Movieverse!Rogue :)

It ain't ever easy bein' the one ta break up with someone. Not even when ya find them makin' out with someone that you once considered ta be a friend. I mean, can't really blame him, right? Ain't exactly fun datin' Ms. Untouchable even if'n I do have the best ass at Xavier's. Kinda hard ta stay with a girl when ya can't actually do any of the fun things that go with havin' a girlfriend.

But there are other fish in the sea, better fish, or whatever that sayin' is that Ms. Monroe keeps tellin' me. Somethin' about birds...

I'd just like ta set the record straight though. I broke up with him so can we please quit it with the pitiful looks an' askin' how I'm doin'?

I'm fine.

I am however gonna hit the next person that asks me that asinine question. An' y'all know who I have in my head; I know where ta hit an' make it hurt.

Now just so we're clear:

* I broke up with him

* No there ain't any hard feelin's.

* Next person that asks how I'm doin' is gettin' walloped.

Thank ya.