We're not outta this yet (ota)
For the most part, Rogue was not a social creature. By pure survival instinct, she closed herself off to a lot of things, and making friends was one of them. She had a few friends, just a few. A handful maybe. Of course, Spokane and then the illness, that shot all of that in the foot with a gallon of buck shot and a few sticks of TNT.
She never did do anything by half.
The hardest thing was having Julio's voice in her head, backing her up, giving her excuses, coaxing her to just ignore it all. People came and went, he wasn't any different, she didn't need him now anyway. Carol had never been so loud in her head, not even when Rogue had first drained her. Rubbing her temples, Rogue fished in her pocket for the bottle of pills, popping two Tylenol dry and sighing back against the doorway of Lincoln House.
It wasn't the best place to sit, right on the front step, but she liked it there.
She most definitely was not sitting outside under the misguided hope that she'd catch Mark or Julio leaving or coming in. She was just sitting where she wanted to sit. That was it.
She never did do anything by half.
The hardest thing was having Julio's voice in her head, backing her up, giving her excuses, coaxing her to just ignore it all. People came and went, he wasn't any different, she didn't need him now anyway. Carol had never been so loud in her head, not even when Rogue had first drained her. Rubbing her temples, Rogue fished in her pocket for the bottle of pills, popping two Tylenol dry and sighing back against the doorway of Lincoln House.
It wasn't the best place to sit, right on the front step, but she liked it there.
She most definitely was not sitting outside under the misguided hope that she'd catch Mark or Julio leaving or coming in. She was just sitting where she wanted to sit. That was it.