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Post by Bobby Drake on Jan 29, 2008 2:04:11 GMT
"…ten… eleven… twelve!" Bobby grunts as he finishes another set of crunches, then climbs a little tiredly to his feet and picks up the two makeshift dumbbells he’d assembled for himself after figuring out that among the many services this auxiliary base of the Brotherhood’s doesn’t boast is an actual exercise room.
"One… two… three…" He starts doing arm-curls with the weights, feeling the burn along his biceps. He may be losing out on both aikido practice and catching up on the work he has to do for graduation, but damned if he’s going to let himself get out of shape again while they’re all stuck in here. Did that once, already. Hell of a lot easier to stay in shape than get back into it.
After finishing three sets of curls, he tests his weight on the closet bar embedded in the wall, which had encouraged him to set up his makeshift gym here in the first place. It stays pretty stable, so he starts a set of pull-ups… then drops down to the ground again when the room’s door opens.
"Oh… hi. Sorry, didn’t think anybody was using the room."
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Post by Rogue on Jan 31, 2008 7:13:48 GMT
However long it’s been since getting here (and she’s not really sure, because it feels both way too long and not long at all despite that, because it’s still way too new and not-normal, everything’s just wrong and it feels like she’s just wandering around in a dream waiting until she can wake up, but she’s pretty sure it’s been longer than eight hours since this “dream” began, so someone should seriously see about doing that waking up sometime soon) has pretty much been spent first sitting in one place and waiting for things to right themselves without her involvement…
Which obviously didn’t work, so she’s taken to wandering around quietly, trying to stay out of everyone’s way and wrap her mind around this whole thing…
Because somehow, apparently, this… is the future...
Which is nothing like the future she’d been expecting, even though she hadn’t actually been expecting anything specific – just something vaguely good and hopefully safe, and this… this is nothing like that at all. Just the little she’s heard so far (because staying away from hearing what’s going on has been her strategy so far, because the more she hears the more upset she gets), just the things that’ve happened on the way to this relative safety alone, prove that she’s not especially fond of the future if this is it.
She doesn’t like it here at all, even though it’s better, she’s assuming, than wherever she and John were about to end up, but even so she really just wants to go back home and pretend it never happened and make sure it never does…
Though …is that even possible - going home? Are they stuck here for good? If so, then what about the past, where they were before - what happens to everyone else? Do they even know what’s going on? And… wouldn’t their mere presence here and lack of presence back there change the whole course of history in the first place anyway, making this whole reality totally invalid...?
There’re more questions, too, lots of them, ranging from inane random curiosity to barely contained panic (which pretty aptly describes her mood right about now, a quiet, fidgety, barely-contained panic, with a side of completely and totally confused), none of which she’s convinced she’ll like the answers to even if she did seek them out, which is pretty much the main reason she’s avoiding any- and everyone right now, especially those she doesn’t really know (which pretty much makes up the majority). The longer she goes without hearing something else to drive the panic over the edge, the better, because she’s pretty sure at some point she’ll have to deal with that, but she’d really rather not do it now. Or at all, but still.
She really has no idea where she’s going (not like she knows where she’d be going even if she knew the layout of the place, though), or what she plans on doing when she gets… wherever she ends up. It’s just the wandering sort of helps, makes thinking and simultaneously not-thinking a lot easier.
She pushes open a door at the end of the hall, to continue the wandering (because even if it’s just one room maybe it’ll lead to another, or it might at least prove generally distracting enough to keep her half-occupied), and jumps slightly as a voice speaks from inside.
"Oh… hi. Sorry, didn’t think anybody was using the room."[/color]
She almost lets the door swing back closed, startled (and there’s that momentary confusion when the door is heavier than she’d expected; she’s so used to everything being almost feather-light, and now it’s not, and …it’s weird, and she’s not sure she likes it), before she catches it and peeks inside at the spark of familiarity the voice brings up.
”Oh, um. ’M not. Jus’ wanderin’ around... This place is… confusin' would be 'n understatement...” Rogue offers a grin that’s a lot shakier than she’d like, but not so bad, all things considered, and fidgets absently (the no-gloves thing is weird, and makes fidgeting a lot harder with nothing there to actually toy with, just fingers there, no fabric; she’s not sure she’ll ever get used to that). ”I c’n go if y’want, though.” she adds on after a second, waving absently back at the door. She doesn't want to intrude or anything, although currently the awkwardness that's been around lately is probably one of the least of her worries, what with there being far more urgent things to mentally eek! over.
...And, yes, she’s trying very hard to refrain from asking if he’s alright, because he’s standing there clearly and obviously fine at least as far as she can tell, and if she asks it’ll just start letting all the worry get free, which is definitely a bad idea.
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Post by Bobby Drake on Jan 31, 2008 15:51:39 GMT
> " Oh, um. ’M not. Jus’ wanderin’ around... This place is… confusin' would be 'n understatement… I c’n go if y’want, though."
"No!" Bobby’s a little embarrassed by how eagerly he blurts that out, and continues in a somewhat calmer tone. "No, it’s OK. I’ve been kinda avoiding all the, you know, the…" he waves a vague hand around to encompass the building, the state, the country, the planet, the entire universe they’ve found themselves in, "…locals. I mean, they’re great and all, but it’s all kinda hard to take, you know?"
Indicating the makeshift dumbbells, he continues "So I figured I’d tire myself out with some exercise, stop thinking about all of it. Which is working about as well as you’d guess. Which is my longwinded way of saying I could use the company of an old friend? Besides, it feels like we haven’t really talked in forever, even without counting the twenty years we skipped."
Which is true enough, and primarily Bobby’s own fault. He’d been trying his best to adjust to the new realities of the perpetual soap-opera that was his life at the Institute for the past year, but he hadn’t been doing a great job of it. Still… given everything else going on right now, it all mostly feels unimportant by comparison.
So he gets as comfortable as he can on a bare floor and waves Rogue over to join him. "I’d suggest we go get ice-cream, but they don’t seem to have any. Reason number five thousand, four hundred and seventy seven why this future sucks. I’m keeping a list… got any favorites you want to share?"
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