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::Rogue moves around the motel room confidently, packing her things into a duffel bag. She makes one last sweep of the room, satisfied that everything's taken care of. A soft smile touches her lips. She is finally at peace.
She turns and walks out of the room. As she's walking to her bike, she bumps into a man walking back towards the motel rooms. Unnoticed by her, the bare skin above her leather biking gloves contacts his arm. Nothing happens.::
"Oh! Ah am so sorry!" She cries.
"No problem."
::He smiles at her and begins to walk away. She walks a couple of steps, then stops and turns to look back after him. Deciding that the strange feeling she's experiencing. She walks to the motorcycle, fastens her pack on securely, then climbs on and rides away.
Back on the motel walkway, the dark-haired man watches her ride away with a contemplative look on his face. His gaze flicks down to his gloved hands, then back up to the quickly disappearing woman. He slowly unlocks his motel room door, and disappears inside.::
She turns and walks out of the room. As she's walking to her bike, she bumps into a man walking back towards the motel rooms. Unnoticed by her, the bare skin above her leather biking gloves contacts his arm. Nothing happens.::
"Oh! Ah am so sorry!" She cries.
"No problem."
::He smiles at her and begins to walk away. She walks a couple of steps, then stops and turns to look back after him. Deciding that the strange feeling she's experiencing. She walks to the motorcycle, fastens her pack on securely, then climbs on and rides away.
Back on the motel walkway, the dark-haired man watches her ride away with a contemplative look on his face. His gaze flicks down to his gloved hands, then back up to the quickly disappearing woman. He slowly unlocks his motel room door, and disappears inside.::