love me, because love doesn't exist, and I have tried everything that does.
Sooner rather than later, Rachel Dawes was finally well enough to join the rest of the clean-up crew at the Conrad. It's important to Rachel to feel like she's making a difference, however small it ends up being. It's important she actually keep on with the idea of forming an organization to pose as a united front within the supernatural community
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She likes it when her friends are happy.
'Why would you go looking for trouble?'
Rogue picks up that it's a genuine question, so she thinks on it for a moment, wanting to give it a genuine answer.
"I reckon for the same reason some folks go lookin' for sunsets or certain paint colors for their window shutters sometimes. It's familiar?" She shrugs, smiling a bit. "Back home, there was trouble all the time. There was always somethin' that needed to be fought."
That's not everything, of course. She's got years of things to make up for, lives and memories and breaths stolen that she can never give back. If she can seek out trouble and stop it before it hurts someone, maybe one day it'll start to feel like the world is evening out. She doubts it, but she's got to keep trying.
"It's just keepin' a sense of my own 'normal', I suppose."
A kid runs by and Rogue crosses her eyes when he glances over. The kid stares and runs right into a tree. She turns her head to the side and tries not to laugh. "Whoops."
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She doesn't want it to get to the point where some things become so familiar that they become acceptable. She doesn't want death to happen so frequently that every time it does the impact it deserves isn't felt.
It's a scary thought, to grow so desensitized to the tough world around you.
"Well, that does make sense when you look at it like that. If it makes you feel any better, there's trouble in Chicago all the time, too."
Phoebe doubts there were plagues back where Rogue was from, but it's best not to ask.
She tries not to laugh when the kid runs into a tree, covering her mouth with her hand. A few more minutes of this and she'll forget she was upset in the first place.
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It's got to be better than being miserable about being stuck.
"Besides, it ain't so bad here, really. I've made friends." Phoebe gets another smile. "And, I fell into a good job that I love. That's lucky. Plus, I could'a been sucked on into someplace like Cleveland. You ever been to Cleveland, sugar? It's ten shades of boring on a good day."
In Rogue's opinion, of course.
When the kid stands up, he looks a little wobbly. "You don't reckon he'll walk right back into the tree, do you?" It's a whisper, so the glare Rogue gets from the kid's mother is probably only for the laughter.
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Some are relieved they never have to see it again.
Some don't make it long enough to know either way. Chicago's kind of a bitch like that.
"I've never been to Cleveland but god, even the name sounds like a snoozefest. I'm glad you got a job and friends. Not all of the wanderers get that."
She sighs, before drowning out a snort at the next question. "I think if he does his forehead will grow a size or two."
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'Not all of the wanderers get that.'
That...sucks. And, it makes her think of all the mutants back home...all the young ones away from home, lost and scared. It makes her think about Professor Xavier, and how lucky she was that he saw a second chance for her.
Not every one is so lucky, and not everyone gets the things they should.
She still manages to grin at the thought of the poor munchkin having his forehead sprout a bump or two. "I think he'll do all right. If not, he can just tell his buddies he was goin' for a unicorn kinda look or somethin'."
"I ain't seen much of you since our movie night, darlin'. What've you been up to?"
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