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Post by Pyro on Nov 23, 2006 23:17:00 GMT
”Just because you talk doesn’t mean you know each other” he shoots back, outfacing her facial gymnastics with a withering sidelong look somewhere between pity and something nearer distaste. ”You’re not the one t’has” – another yawn, though this one smacks more of boredom than tiredness – ”t’put up with him whining about how it’s like you’re on another planet… all that Cosmo shit about how he can’t connect with you, yada yada blah blah”
< An' I've been here long 'nough f'you t'stop callin' me the ‘new girl’
She’s right, and he should concede that graciously and…
… nah. Whatever. Like he’d do anything other than roll his eyes and reply ”When you’ve been here half as long as me, Rogue, then you can stop being new… though I’ll still have been here longer than you. So you’ll always be the new girl.” He grins in a heh, that’s life, what can you do? sort of way, shrugging and yawning again (hmm… is it that late?) ”What the hell’s with *Rogue* anyway? You don’t look like a *Rogue*, an’ unless your parents were batshit insane I’m guessing it’s not your real name…” He doesn't care what the answer is, of course. It's just... a way of digging at her further, that's all.
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Post by Rogue on Nov 25, 2006 1:25:27 GMT
”Just because you talk doesn’t mean you know each other”
So? What’s he trying to do, make her doubt her and Bobby’s relationship? Sure seems that way…
”You’re not the one t’has” – He yawns again, and she shoots him a slight glare that’s mostly-playful, but doesn’t yawn herself, this time. – ”t’put up with him whining about how it’s like you’re on another planet… all that Cosmo shit about how he can’t connect with you, yada yada blah blah”
That’s …new. Sure, she knew there were things he didn’t understand about her – mostly because she didn’t want to talk about them, like the situation ‘upstairs’. But connecting..? They connected just fine…
“Whatever, John. This ain’ a subject I’m gonna d’scuss with you righ’ now.” she says, and her tone carries finality. She doesn’t want to start doubting her boyfriend and her, especially from just what he’s saying. When he’s around her, he doesn’t seem to have any problems, aside from the touch issue, of course.
”When you’ve been here half as long as me, Rogue, then you can stop being new… though I’ll still have been here longer than you. So you’ll always be the new girl.”
“Gee, I feel loved now.” She responds, then, after he yawns again, conceals a yawn of her own behind one hand. “Y’just like t’remind me tha’ I don’ fit, don’cha?”
”What the hell’s with *Rogue* anyway? You don’t look like a *Rogue*, an’ unless your parents were batshit insane I’m guessing it’s not your real name…”
“S’not m’real name, but I don’ like t’use m’real one. It don’ feel like…me an’more. ‘Rogue’ jus’…fits bett’r. A’leas’, t’me it does.” She responds with a slight half-shrug. She debates telling him what it is – since the way he spoke implies that he doesn’t know it – but decides not to, not just yet. She told Bobby, and Logan, but they asked. She’s not going to just give it out so everyone in the mansion calls her Marie constantly.
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Post by Pyro on Nov 25, 2006 4:13:24 GMT
< This ain’ a subject I’m gonna d’scuss with you righ’ now
”Well there’s a surprise” John rolls his eyes ”Fuck, Rogue, is there anything on the list of things we’re allowed to talk about? No wonder no one gets to know you. All y’can fucking talk about is the weather and the state of everyone’s health” – ooh, would that be a literary reference there? And to Pygmalion as well… hardly the image he wants to cultivate. Nyah. Not like she’ll pick up on it, unless as part of My Fair Lady (which would be worse, shudder. John *Bad Boy* Allerdyce referencing a frickin’ girly musical) and even then he doesn’t think it likely and… wow, this is boring. And because it’s boring John does what John does when things bore him; he gets out his Zippo, and he clicks. Click on. Fwoosh. Click off.
< Gee, I feel loved now [/color]
Click on. ”Gee, I’m so glad. Because, y’know, that was my intention and all” Click off.
< Y’just like t’remind me tha’ I don’ fit, don’cha? [/color]
Click on. ”Y’do that yourself, sugah” Click off. ”Besides” Click on. ”Why’s fitting so important? Fuck ‘em. Fuck fitting. We’re mutants. We’re not meant to *fit*” Click off…
… pause. Does he really think that?
Sure. Why the hell not? Fitting means blending in, means being normal and grey and bo-ring, and he doesn’t want any part of that. More than anything fitting means surrender, and that’s just not in him. Click on.
< S’not m’real name, but I don’ like t’use m’real one. It don’ feel like…me an’more. ‘Rogue’ jus’…fits bett’r. A’leas’, t’me it does [/color]
… okay. Not expecting that… well, sort of expecting it, given that she had to have chosen the name herself and all. What he wasn’t expecting was that it would hit home somewhere in the part which recognizes that ‘Just John’ isn’t the be all and end all of his story. All that guess we’re not so different bullshit. Not that he’s going to concede anything to it beyond a half-shrug.
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Post by Rogue on Nov 25, 2006 5:41:05 GMT
”Well there’s a surprise. Fuck, Rogue, is there anything on the list of things we’re allowed to talk about? No wonder no one gets to know you. All y’can fucking talk about is the weather and the state of everyone’s health”
“Not. Y’jus’ pick th’wrong topics.” She responds, “Try somethin’ less…” she pauses, searching for the right word. She doesn’t want to use ‘personal’, because that just makes it sound like she doesn’t trust him. Not that she has reason to yet, or anything, but she doesn’t necessarily distrust him either. It’s just that there are some things she’d rather not tell anyone, not even Bobby, or Logan. So it’s nothing against him in particular. “…delicate.”
As she’s speaking, he’s gotten out his lighter, and began playing with it. The noise is repetitive, and annoying, but she figures he won’t do it for too long, so says nothing.
”Gee, I’m so glad. Because, y’know, that was my intention and all.”
She can’t think up a witty reply, and so instead simply sticks her tongue out at him and rolls her eyes slightly.
”Y’do that yourself, sugah…Besides…Why’s fitting so important? Fuck ‘em. Fuck fitting. We’re mutants. We’re not meant to *fit*”
He punctuates every few words with another click of the lighter, and she’s hard pressed not to mention it, or hit him, or something.
“Be nice t’at leas’ fit within the mutants, though. W’still people.”
He stops playing with the lighter a moment, and she thinks he’s finally done, going to put it away – and then he starts again.
“Can y’not d’tha’? S’annoyin’.”
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Post by Pyro on Dec 8, 2006 16:42:51 GMT
< W’still people
”If you say so.” His sigh is somewhere between complaining he’s bored rigid and conceding there’s no point arguing with her, and he flips over so he’s lying on his stomach, legs folded up behind him, lighter out in front (and yes, still being snapped in regular rhythm, almost like a second heartbeat…). John’s eyes are for the most part trained on the flame and, aside from an occasional disparaging side glance, not on her. ”But you’re either hopelessly naïve or totally screwed… because y’spend so much time *not* fitting. Either just admit that you don’t want to fit or give up fighting it”
… of course, it really is that simple, duh. Why wouldn’t it be? Obviously she’s either like him but in denial, or so wrapped up in her issues she can’t see that they’re what stop her fitting in. And obviously it’s his duty – as a *friend* - to be brutally honest. Just so she can grow an’ all. No malice or anything. Nope. Because he has no reason to enjoy making her uncomfortable. Her turning up out of nowhere and stealing his best mate while simultaneously *choosing* ice roses obviously doesn’t bug him at all (though why, when it’s all so obvious, does he need to say it over and over again? Not because that might make it real, surely?)
< Can y’not d’tha’? S’annoyin’
He glances over at her then, first with a wounded expression, an innocent What’s annoying? That flicks perhaps a little too quickly into I know it’s annoying, and frankly I don’t give a damn. ”Give me something better to do and I might consider it…”
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Post by Rogue on Dec 8, 2006 17:18:18 GMT
”If you say so. But you’re either hopelessly naïve or totally screwed… because y’spend so much time *not* fitting. Either just admit that you don’t want to fit or give up fighting it”[/I]
She eyes him a moment, and she’s not sure if she’s really annoyed, or if she’s thinking on his words. Somehow, it sinks in that she doesn’t really know, herself, why she doesn’t feel like she fits, and that he potentially has a point – maybe that’s her problem. Which one, she’s not sure, but there’s that possibility…
”You really think tha’s how it works?”
”Give me something better to do and I might consider it…”
With a raised eyebrow, and a half-grin, she picks up a pillow, and swings it at him, aiming for an angle that won’t hit the lighter – only so as not to light said pillow on fire, not because knocking it from his grip wouldn’t rock. It’s not really to ‘give something better to do’, but more just because he’s really getting aggravating right now, and it seems amusing, especially if she can catch him off guard.
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Post by Pyro on Dec 9, 2006 0:13:41 GMT
< You really think tha’s how it works?
”How else would it work?” John fixes her with a yeah, duh kinda stare for a moment or two before shrugging and sighing as if disappointed in her, rolling his eyes skyward with mock-indulgence of the kind you grant a small child (when it’s not really their fault they’re being stupid, it’s just that they can’t possibly hope to understand…)
”Look,” he pulls himself something nearer upright, gesturing vaguely with the hand not holding the lighter as if postulating some great academic truth. ”You’ve got no reason not to fit in. You’re annoyingly sweet, and people like that, and you’ve got enough enigma and untouchability and shit to sway the ones who don’t. You’re dating the Institute’s Golden Boy and should by default be the Golden Girl. You haven’t got scales or wings or a tail or anything, and what’s left isn’t exactly ugly… Shit, if you could just get over this stupid fucking hang up you’d be Miss Fucking Popularity herself.” – and there he cuts himself short, because dammit if this isn’t coming perilously close to a compliment, and he’s not going to give her one. Nope. No compliments here (and damn the hour for making him stupid and the JDs for making him honest, sigh).
Back to the scowling and clicking it is then…
Thwack
What the hell? Is she totally insane, swinging that at him while he’s got a Zippo lit (‘course he’d never lose control enough for it to spark, though the spike of oh shit, duck! does make the flame arc and flare for a split second before he extinguishes it)? His expression switches quickly enough from semi-offended dude, what the fuck? to a darkly smirking totally shouldn’t have done that however as he re-pockets the lighter, grabs one of the other pillows and launches a counter attack.
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Post by Rogue on Jan 2, 2007 19:15:29 GMT
”How else would it work? …Look, you’ve got no reason not to fit in. [.…] Shit, if you could just get over this stupid fucking hang up you’d be Miss Fucking Popularity herself.”
Okay…is that a compliment? Sure seems like one – or what passes for one from John, anyhow – but it’s a little hard to tell under all the cussing and scowling and everything…
“Er…Thanks..?” She laughs slightly, shaking her head slightly. [/color]”I think?”[/color]
And she’s going to ignore the last part at the moment – just pushing the point that ‘it’s not just a hang up’ won’t do any good, because if he’s in as stubborn a mood as he seems to be, he’ll just argue back, and it’ll go nowhere. And until she can figure out how to explain the issue to him in a way that makes sense, she doesn’t want to mess with it.
Her pillow attack hit home, and she grins in triumph, but his look shifts from the surprised-offended one to one that doesn’t really seem like anything good for her. And then she’s being hit with a pillow in return, and holds one up in an attempt to shield herself with a laugh. And, okay, probably not a wise thing to be doing, but whatever, no harm in it, right?
…Except that she’s still not very covered. She’s got gloves, but…what if she touches him? It’s that that draws the half-giggled, but still worried ”Wait, stop…”, rather than the actual attack.
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