OOC: Log Dump
OOC: Following on the last post re: Alyssa.
<> Recreation Room - Lv1
Night falls on the mansion, the sun having slipped below the horizon after a rather spectacular sunset. Curled up in a chair by one of the bay windows, books set aside, Alyssa still watches, though there's little enough to see, now. After a few minutes, she turns to gather her books, and rises to move to a place more well-lit.
John strides into the room, flipping on the lights as he does, apparantly thinking he's alone. And pausing to blink as he spots the other occupant. "Uh, sorry, didn't mean to--" he breaks off. "Alyssa! Hi." Apparantly, John has been closeted up enough the past few days to not have bumped into her. Probably not avoiding her, though. "You're.... here."
Alyssa blinks rapidly, pupils narrowing vertically at the sudden influx of light. It takes her a second to recognize John, and then the scowl that was building smoothes out into a wide grin. "John! Hi!" Books are deposited on a convenient table, and she nods. "Yeah, I'm.. here. Third day of classes, so far.."
"Well, welcome," John says, glancing over his shoulder before leaning back against the doorframe. "Sorry, heard that there was someone new, but... well, yeah, sorry I wasn't around to welcome you. Getting ready for finals and stuff," John explains, sneering slightly at the source of his current time sink.
Alyssa grins again, and settles against the back of one of the sofas. "Nah, don't worry about it. I understand completely." She gestures back towards the books she's abandoned on the table, and shrugs. "I've got settling in /and/ studying for finals to deal with.. which is weird, 'cause it's my old school's tests, but the teachers here." And she's still lost in pre-calc. "Already bought the tickets for prom before, though, so.." She shrugs again, and looks at the ground. "Still goin' with me?"
John attempts to look hurt at that, though it quickly fades into a snicker. "Said I would, didn't I? Can have any student of ours seen conversing with the daffodils. Although, now that I think of it, we did have..." he cuts himself off. "Anyways, yeah."
Alyssa beams, and looks back up. "Oh, /good/. I thought you might not wanna, 'cause I'm not just some anonymous chick anymore.." Yay, rumor mill! She reaches to brush at her hair, then smirks at him. "Kitty -- met her when my parents and I toured here -- says that we can probably take you shopping.. " Pause. "Not for a tux, though."
John's eyes widen slightly. Shopping. With Alyssa--and Kitty. That is something that just might actually frighten John. "Uh, sure..." he finally says. "If I need to. Probably could use a new shirt."
Alyssa can't help but smirk. "Yeah, I know. She's kinda.." Loud? Overwhelming? "Exuberant. I'd say just go with me, but.. I dunno if you think that would be any better." She shrugs again, "I'm still trying to convince her that the leather jacket would go over well. I mean, it's not formal, but.." Aly thinks it's hot.
The leather jacket which John is not currently wearing. Indoors and all. He glances into the hall, as if he could see upstairs after it. "Not... exactly what you'd wear to a prom... but you're calling the shots, so whatever. Well, /almost/ whatever," he quickly qualifies.
Alyssa leans back on her sofa-perch, her weight on her hands as she wrinkles up her nose. "I know it's not really what you'd wear to prom, but.. I asked you 'cause I like you, and you're good conversation. Not just so I could get you in a tux." She Hops back, pushing up so that she's sitting on the back of the sofa, rather than just leaning on it, and grins. "/Almost/ whatever?" Uh-oh.
"Well, as long as you don't want something stupid like..." John pauses, settling on, "a pink tux. Or white. I don't look good in white. We can look if you want. Or just check my closet if there's something there." Cuz then, y'know, he wouldn't have to buy a new shirt. Which is right up at the top of every teenaged guy's wishlist.
Alyssa cracks up. "No, no, the bright pink got vetoed, fortunately for you. And I didn't even think of trying to put you in white.." Pause. "Kitty suggested black, but.. maybe something more.. brown? Less severe, and.." ..less 'I am about to go play with the badguys, mwahahaha!' "Yeah. I dunno. We could go look in your closet, if you'd like?"
John shrugs at that. "If you want to. Now, later. Whenever. I don't dress up much, sorry. Will probably have to buy a shirt. Probably have some pants I can wear. Suppose we need to go shopping soon, though, huh?"
Alyssa just wants to get in John's room. Wait, what? "It's up to you. Your room, and all. But yeah, if we're going shopping, it'll need to be soon. I know this place, where my dad buys his dress shirts.. it's in the city, but.." She shrugs again, "I can probably get one of my parents to come out for us, unless.. I dunno. I haven't had to leave since I got here, so I dunno how it all.. works."
Well, it might be too soon to invite her for a ride on his motorcycle. However much it might be enjoyed. "We can check out a car. Well, I can. You should be able to soon, though you'll want to talk to Scott first about that. So we can get into the city whenever."
Alyssa would probably like a ride on the motorcycle, but that can come later. Ooh. Now that would be one heck of a way to show up at prom. "I've got my lisence an all, so.. but yeah, that's cool. Whenever you want to go.. maybe Friday?" Mostly because her player has the Serenity pre-screening tomorrow night.
"Friday it is," John agrees... agreeably. Which means he better make sure he has some cash available then too. Oh the joys of being a teenager. "Well, I was going to watch a movie. Want to join me? Or you busy with something?"
Alyssa will, if nothing else. She's getting John's allowance, after all. ;) "Okay, Friday. I'll come find you after classes, or something. Okay?" The movie-watching option catches her interest, and she shakes her head. "Naw. I was only studying until I lost my light. What movie?" Not that she'll complain -- if nothing else, it means time in the dark with John. Ahem.
The recreation room is strangely empty, even though it isn't so late at night. Finals are most likely the reason that the little sanctuary of mindless fun happens to be uninhabited. But it seems that a student has taken advantage of the solitude. Rogue stands idly by one the foozeball table, lazily hitting the ball around until it gets stuck by the opposing, and obviously lifeless, team. She sighs and leans over, batting a finger at the stuck ball. Growing quickly bored with one-player fooze, she turns wandering around to one of the chairs. Rogue flops down and grabs the remote off the coffee table, taking no time before flipped the big-screen TV on. "Perfect." The teenager grunts as some new-age sitcom appears on screen. Rogue props an elbow on the chair arm, and her chin up on an open palm.
Well boo on Finals. Who needs 'em. Well, John, actually, should he actually want to graduate. But he also needs mindless fun too. He's been good today, really. Read a whole chapter. Of something. But actually spent most of the afternoon reading through some of his old stories looking for stuff worthy of a 'portfolio.' Which might explain the current state of his face. Own worst critic and all that. And also might explain the reason why he's wandering the halls looking for somewhere other than his room to get distracted. Oooo, TV! "'Ello, Rogue," he says, entering the room and flopping down on the couch. "Anything good on?"
Rogue glues her eyes to the TV as only a teenager can. She isn't even sure of what was going on in the show... which is what happens when you turn a show on at forty-three minutes after. There were twenty-year-olds running around... getting in odd situations... living in huge apartments in New York, and spending all their time in a coffee shop. What's new? But watching something move seems to pacify Rogue and she simply sits until startled by John. The girl jumps, his gloved fingers curling into an gloved palm. Her head turns and Rogue looks at John with wide eyes. Of course, as she recognizes him, they return to normal size. "Oh, hey John. Yeah? No... not really. What are ya doing 'round here?" Rogue inquires, looking around at the otherwise empty room.
"Avoiding homework for Jareth's class, at the moment," John says with a lopsided grin. He wriggles a bit until he finds a comfortable position, then sighs deeply. "So close, but I don't think June 11th will EVER come. 16 days and counting. Woo."
Rogue snorts out a slight laugh at the other, the laugh track of the show coming in as if on que for his first comment. She leans back, snuggling up against the back of her seat. The girl hooks her hands together and slings them up and over, using them as a good prop for the back of her head. She cuts her eyes away from the TV and back to John. "It's gonna come soon. 'Sides... sixteen days aint nothin' compared to the rest of our lives that we'll be spending 'way from the school." Rogue bites her bottom lip for a moment. "But... it's gonna be nice not doing homework ever again."
"So, no college for you either, hmm?" John grins. "No more homework. Ace!" He thinks over the rest of her comment though a moment. "Away from the school. Gets kinda hard to imagine, huh? We've not even been here long as some of the kids. And still kinda hard to imagine what's next, eh?"
Rogue sighs idly, her thumb flipping the volume down a few pegs. She tosses the remote over to John, in case there might be something he would want to watch. Instead of finding that something for the both of them, she simply props her feet up on the coffee table and closes her eyes. "I dunno. Seems odd to get done with school, only to go right back." The girl figures. Rogue cracks an eye open and gives him an odd look. "Ace? I swear, I'll never get you an' your phrases, John." She laughs to herself and shrugs. "Huh. Who knows? I might just be stayin' right here. Don't have much else to go to, 'sides this ol' school."
John snickers at that. "Least I don't go 'round with "G'day, mate' anymore, eh? Though everyone back home will be raggin' on me and the 'Hello, how's it going?' bit? Ooo, did I tell you, I am going home? After graduation for a couple weeks. The oldies are paying for my ticket and everything. Guess there way of a graduation present and getting to see me. And I dunno," he plows right on through the thoughts as only a teenager can, and now it's his turn to shrug. "Just can't see myself stickin around here for long. Gotta get a job first, but gonna try to get a unit in town pretty quick. Probably be around sometimes. Just... need to do my own thing, y'know?
Rogue smirks slightly at his comments. She bends a finger, letting the cloth of the glove scratch at the back of her head. It's rather hot in the room with all her clothing on, but Rogue is far too lazy to take the gloves off and pay attention to who she bumps in to. No, she's much happier hot and lazy. "You never win, do ya John?" Rogue says, lightly poking fun at him. His prattling about going home and seeing his parents pulls the corners of the girls mouth down. She turns back to the TV quickly, trying to hide her obvious discomfort on the subject. "They sound pretty nice." She comments in a clipped sort of voice. As he plows on into another subject, Rogue relaxes. "Well, movin' to the city might be fun... but I'd miss the Mansion... an' the countryside. But I understand doing your own thing... I might have to buy into that." She pauses, looking at him for a moment. "Say, d'ya know a girl that goes by the name Alyssa?"
"Eh, they're okay, I guess. Far as parents go," John says. "Didn't exactly freak, though I think they were relieved at my coming here. Away from home." 'Nuff said on that matter. "Alyssa?" John says. "Yeah, she's new. I met her in Central Park, then ran into her again where she works. If I didn't trust the Professor and Jean a bit more than that, I'd swear they were like playing with my mind to get me to run into her, cuz she shows up here at school like a week later. Nice enough girl. You met her?"
Rogue waves a hand idly as he comments on his parents, a simply nod in response to him. Parents are not a subject that Rogue really enjoys delving into. When it's finally passed she rips her eyes away from the sitcom... which was now featuring someone with a turkey stuck on their head. If Rogue wasn't engaged in a conversation, she would be making sure he brain cells weren't being killed and turned the thing off. "Nice enough?" Rogue asks, turning a sly look over to the boy. "I hear you have a bigger opinion on her than /that/, John." She says in a mocking tone.
John snickers at Rogue. "Boy, rumors flying already," he shrugs his way back into the couch. "Well, to put them to rest, yes, she asked me to go to her prom. And yes, I said I would. She's fun to talk to. And she didn't want to be alone. I think she'll fit in here. Doesn't sound like she got along too well with her old classmates. Stupid humans." Slight scowl at that. "So yeah, fun to hang out with. Think..." he pauses slightly. "Think she's... takin a likin to me." Aww, is John /blushing/ slightly at that last bit. How cute.
Rogue rolls her eyes up to the ceiling, trying not to feel guilty about not studying. "John, you know this place by now... ya can't look at someone without rumors of ya gettin' married to 'em spreading by the very next day." She points out with a grimace sort of smile. "Well, it's nice that your makin' her feel welcome. She seems nice 'nough, like ya said." Rogue opens her eyes as he mentions the 'stupid humans'. The girl glances over, trying to read the expression of her friend in hopes that it wasn't a joke. It sure doesn't look like it. She falls silent for a moment, glad when he breaks it. "I'll say... why, I'd reckon she flips head over heel near every time you get mentioned."
Yeah, that's definitely a bit of pink to his face. "Eh, didn't do nuthin," John mumbles. "Just talked. Because the eyes. So not a big deal. But I think everyone her age always made it seem like one or something. I'm just probably the first person to treat her normal. She'll fit in soon and realize I'm just like everyone else around here. Nothing sp... unusual."
Rogue turns her head, which is still resting up against the top of the chair back. She notes the pink and the uneasiness of his last comment is all but washed away. "Mmhmm." She says in a teasing tone. The teenager simply listens for a moment, her smile fading away into more of an indifferent line. "Eyes?" Rogue asks, connecting it to her power somehow. "Oh, you must mean... well, we didn't exactly get 'round to talkin' 'bout our powers... I didn't want her to start carryin' 'round a ten foot pole just to make sure she's far 'nough away from me." Rogue says with a dull laugh. "Yeah, she'll fit in here... I told her so. S'long as I fit in here, most anyone could."
"Yeah, not like that /one/ kid," John says with a quick grin. Ah, made-up memories of school days and classmates. Gotta love them. "Guess it takes being pretty far gone to not fit in around here, hmm?"
Rogue runs a hand through her hair, his eyes turning up to watch it fall around her face. She snaps her eyes over as he speaks. "One kid? Now, who's been talkin' 'bout staying good an 'way from me? 'Cause I'll /give/ 'em a reason to stay away!" She threatens with a joke right back. "Well, no one's achieved such a fate yet... I couldn't 'magine what it /would/ take." Rogue finally admits. "Glad you found 'er first... it's best that Bobby didn't get a chance... she's too cute for 'er own good..."
John chuckles. "Heh, I guess she is at that," he nods. "I'm sure she'll meet Bobby soon enough, though, and have someone new to be crushing on." Because such is life when you're the roommate of the Iceman. "So what you think you'll do if you stick around here? Tutor?"
Rogue leans up in the chair, her arms crossing and a slight glare being sent John's way. "Well, she had best not! An' he'd best not be leadin' her on!" She announces, jumping to conclusions already. Suddenly she breaks into a laugh. "Nah... Bobby wouldn't... would he?" She asks, more to herself. Rogue pulls a face at his last comment. "In what? I've never been into any of this academic stuf... I mean... I get good grades... but I'd much rather not have 'nything to do with it after I graduate."
John sticks out his tongue just a bit. Teasing, of course. "Rogue, I think half the students here have a crush on Bobby. And the others are blokes. Where have /you/ been all year? But yeah, same thing with the grades. So ready to be done with homework of any kind, even if it's helping the kids here."
Rogue tugs of a glove finally, glad to have an excuse to. "Yeah, well..." She starts, holding out her hand and turning it in front of her eyes. "Let's just say that if I catch any of 'em eyein' Bobby... well, Rogue's 'bout to gain some nifty new powers for a while." She threatens lightly, letting her hand fall on her lap. "I mean, I guess I wouldn't hate helpin' out... I should just talk to Jean about it, y'think? She'll have an idea what I should do."
John watches as the white gloves come off. "Eh, I just like getting you all riled, and you know it," he smirks. "You got nothing to worry about." He's suddenly distracted by the near-mute antics on TV. "Yeah, Jean might have some deas," he shrugs, not breaking gaze gross culinary display flickering across the screen.
Rogue lets her eyes follow his lead, going back to the TV. Aw, the wonderful wonders of a thing that can distract your attention even when nothing good is on. "Well you do a good job of it." Rogue retorts with a laugh. "An' I hope she does.. 'cause I'm fresh out." Rogue admits. "Man, I really should be studyin'."
"Well, /that/ is one thing I'm good at," John says, breaking into a grin. "Distracting from the homework. Because for every moment I can keep you away... I don't feel guilty being away."
Rogue runs a hand down the bridge of her nose and to her lips. "You're too sly for your own good, John-boy." She says, pointing at him threateningly. "Well I'm glad one of us isn't feelin' guilty... geeze... what would th' Professors say if one of 'em walked in on us goofing off?"
"Can't help it." John shoots back with a grin. "And I suppose that'd all depend on which professor. Jean might join us in watching..." he peers back at the TV a moment. "Whatever this stupid show is anyways."
Rogue rolls her eyes playfully, feeling in better spirits that she had lately. "Jean? Well, yes... you're right. An'... well, I'm not /sure/ what this is..." She finally admits, turning her attention back to the TV. "We could always watch the news... but I don't reckon we'd like what we saw."
John glowers a bit at that. "Too depressing," he concludes. "Think I'd rather be studing." Which is saying something. Yaay for better spirits. And odd that it's John to bring them out. He stares at the TV a moment. "I don't think... what is it. fifty thousand US dollars is worth /that/."
Rogue sighs and nods. "Well, I'd have to say the same..." She finally says and pushes herself up. "But let's jus' skip both an' place some foozeball? Tried playin' by myself... no luck. Most boring game I ever tried by myself." Rogue tugs the glove back on and starts towards the table.
Yaay for more ways to avoid homework. "Sure thing. And yah, can't see as that'd work too well alone. Well, unless you've got stretch arms or something and can reach around." He pulls himself out of the couch with a deep sigh. Even for fun, any exertion is still work. "Couple rounds. Then I suppose a bit more reading before I turn in for the night. Deal?"
Rogue saddles up to the table, her hands gripping the handles. "Hah! Yeah, well, it just wasn't too fun." She admits, feeling foolish for even having tried. "That's a deal. Now, your kickoff." Rogue says, turning her eyes down to the table. "What's it your reading... comic books or somethin'?"
"I wish..." John frowns. "No, homework reading. Figure if I get it done before the weekend, I can have Monday off then. Or something like that. Though I've been reading through some of my old stories. Man, I really suck sometimes."
Rogue laughs and turns his guys, readying herself for the ball. "Yeah, sure.. homework. Like I'll believe that y'actually do that stuff." She says with a sarcastic chuckle. "Suck? Not you, John-boy... I mean, I'd /pay/ you t'write my english papers... You're tne times the writer I am."
John grins at the praise. "Well, you just think that because I /burn/ half my stories," he says with a wink. "Handy power for a writer to have, after all." He snatches the ball and drops it in the slot. "Ready or not, here it comes," he says. Oddly enough, with that short, albeit slightly clichéd phrase, commenting on Foosball, Life and many other mysteries all in the same breath.
<> Recreation Room - Lv1
Night falls on the mansion, the sun having slipped below the horizon after a rather spectacular sunset. Curled up in a chair by one of the bay windows, books set aside, Alyssa still watches, though there's little enough to see, now. After a few minutes, she turns to gather her books, and rises to move to a place more well-lit.
John strides into the room, flipping on the lights as he does, apparantly thinking he's alone. And pausing to blink as he spots the other occupant. "Uh, sorry, didn't mean to--" he breaks off. "Alyssa! Hi." Apparantly, John has been closeted up enough the past few days to not have bumped into her. Probably not avoiding her, though. "You're.... here."
Alyssa blinks rapidly, pupils narrowing vertically at the sudden influx of light. It takes her a second to recognize John, and then the scowl that was building smoothes out into a wide grin. "John! Hi!" Books are deposited on a convenient table, and she nods. "Yeah, I'm.. here. Third day of classes, so far.."
"Well, welcome," John says, glancing over his shoulder before leaning back against the doorframe. "Sorry, heard that there was someone new, but... well, yeah, sorry I wasn't around to welcome you. Getting ready for finals and stuff," John explains, sneering slightly at the source of his current time sink.
Alyssa grins again, and settles against the back of one of the sofas. "Nah, don't worry about it. I understand completely." She gestures back towards the books she's abandoned on the table, and shrugs. "I've got settling in /and/ studying for finals to deal with.. which is weird, 'cause it's my old school's tests, but the teachers here." And she's still lost in pre-calc. "Already bought the tickets for prom before, though, so.." She shrugs again, and looks at the ground. "Still goin' with me?"
John attempts to look hurt at that, though it quickly fades into a snicker. "Said I would, didn't I? Can have any student of ours seen conversing with the daffodils. Although, now that I think of it, we did have..." he cuts himself off. "Anyways, yeah."
Alyssa beams, and looks back up. "Oh, /good/. I thought you might not wanna, 'cause I'm not just some anonymous chick anymore.." Yay, rumor mill! She reaches to brush at her hair, then smirks at him. "Kitty -- met her when my parents and I toured here -- says that we can probably take you shopping.. " Pause. "Not for a tux, though."
John's eyes widen slightly. Shopping. With Alyssa--and Kitty. That is something that just might actually frighten John. "Uh, sure..." he finally says. "If I need to. Probably could use a new shirt."
Alyssa can't help but smirk. "Yeah, I know. She's kinda.." Loud? Overwhelming? "Exuberant. I'd say just go with me, but.. I dunno if you think that would be any better." She shrugs again, "I'm still trying to convince her that the leather jacket would go over well. I mean, it's not formal, but.." Aly thinks it's hot.
The leather jacket which John is not currently wearing. Indoors and all. He glances into the hall, as if he could see upstairs after it. "Not... exactly what you'd wear to a prom... but you're calling the shots, so whatever. Well, /almost/ whatever," he quickly qualifies.
Alyssa leans back on her sofa-perch, her weight on her hands as she wrinkles up her nose. "I know it's not really what you'd wear to prom, but.. I asked you 'cause I like you, and you're good conversation. Not just so I could get you in a tux." She Hops back, pushing up so that she's sitting on the back of the sofa, rather than just leaning on it, and grins. "/Almost/ whatever?" Uh-oh.
"Well, as long as you don't want something stupid like..." John pauses, settling on, "a pink tux. Or white. I don't look good in white. We can look if you want. Or just check my closet if there's something there." Cuz then, y'know, he wouldn't have to buy a new shirt. Which is right up at the top of every teenaged guy's wishlist.
Alyssa cracks up. "No, no, the bright pink got vetoed, fortunately for you. And I didn't even think of trying to put you in white.." Pause. "Kitty suggested black, but.. maybe something more.. brown? Less severe, and.." ..less 'I am about to go play with the badguys, mwahahaha!' "Yeah. I dunno. We could go look in your closet, if you'd like?"
John shrugs at that. "If you want to. Now, later. Whenever. I don't dress up much, sorry. Will probably have to buy a shirt. Probably have some pants I can wear. Suppose we need to go shopping soon, though, huh?"
Alyssa just wants to get in John's room. Wait, what? "It's up to you. Your room, and all. But yeah, if we're going shopping, it'll need to be soon. I know this place, where my dad buys his dress shirts.. it's in the city, but.." She shrugs again, "I can probably get one of my parents to come out for us, unless.. I dunno. I haven't had to leave since I got here, so I dunno how it all.. works."
Well, it might be too soon to invite her for a ride on his motorcycle. However much it might be enjoyed. "We can check out a car. Well, I can. You should be able to soon, though you'll want to talk to Scott first about that. So we can get into the city whenever."
Alyssa would probably like a ride on the motorcycle, but that can come later. Ooh. Now that would be one heck of a way to show up at prom. "I've got my lisence an all, so.. but yeah, that's cool. Whenever you want to go.. maybe Friday?" Mostly because her player has the Serenity pre-screening tomorrow night.
"Friday it is," John agrees... agreeably. Which means he better make sure he has some cash available then too. Oh the joys of being a teenager. "Well, I was going to watch a movie. Want to join me? Or you busy with something?"
Alyssa will, if nothing else. She's getting John's allowance, after all. ;) "Okay, Friday. I'll come find you after classes, or something. Okay?" The movie-watching option catches her interest, and she shakes her head. "Naw. I was only studying until I lost my light. What movie?" Not that she'll complain -- if nothing else, it means time in the dark with John. Ahem.
The recreation room is strangely empty, even though it isn't so late at night. Finals are most likely the reason that the little sanctuary of mindless fun happens to be uninhabited. But it seems that a student has taken advantage of the solitude. Rogue stands idly by one the foozeball table, lazily hitting the ball around until it gets stuck by the opposing, and obviously lifeless, team. She sighs and leans over, batting a finger at the stuck ball. Growing quickly bored with one-player fooze, she turns wandering around to one of the chairs. Rogue flops down and grabs the remote off the coffee table, taking no time before flipped the big-screen TV on. "Perfect." The teenager grunts as some new-age sitcom appears on screen. Rogue props an elbow on the chair arm, and her chin up on an open palm.
Well boo on Finals. Who needs 'em. Well, John, actually, should he actually want to graduate. But he also needs mindless fun too. He's been good today, really. Read a whole chapter. Of something. But actually spent most of the afternoon reading through some of his old stories looking for stuff worthy of a 'portfolio.' Which might explain the current state of his face. Own worst critic and all that. And also might explain the reason why he's wandering the halls looking for somewhere other than his room to get distracted. Oooo, TV! "'Ello, Rogue," he says, entering the room and flopping down on the couch. "Anything good on?"
Rogue glues her eyes to the TV as only a teenager can. She isn't even sure of what was going on in the show... which is what happens when you turn a show on at forty-three minutes after. There were twenty-year-olds running around... getting in odd situations... living in huge apartments in New York, and spending all their time in a coffee shop. What's new? But watching something move seems to pacify Rogue and she simply sits until startled by John. The girl jumps, his gloved fingers curling into an gloved palm. Her head turns and Rogue looks at John with wide eyes. Of course, as she recognizes him, they return to normal size. "Oh, hey John. Yeah? No... not really. What are ya doing 'round here?" Rogue inquires, looking around at the otherwise empty room.
"Avoiding homework for Jareth's class, at the moment," John says with a lopsided grin. He wriggles a bit until he finds a comfortable position, then sighs deeply. "So close, but I don't think June 11th will EVER come. 16 days and counting. Woo."
Rogue snorts out a slight laugh at the other, the laugh track of the show coming in as if on que for his first comment. She leans back, snuggling up against the back of her seat. The girl hooks her hands together and slings them up and over, using them as a good prop for the back of her head. She cuts her eyes away from the TV and back to John. "It's gonna come soon. 'Sides... sixteen days aint nothin' compared to the rest of our lives that we'll be spending 'way from the school." Rogue bites her bottom lip for a moment. "But... it's gonna be nice not doing homework ever again."
"So, no college for you either, hmm?" John grins. "No more homework. Ace!" He thinks over the rest of her comment though a moment. "Away from the school. Gets kinda hard to imagine, huh? We've not even been here long as some of the kids. And still kinda hard to imagine what's next, eh?"
Rogue sighs idly, her thumb flipping the volume down a few pegs. She tosses the remote over to John, in case there might be something he would want to watch. Instead of finding that something for the both of them, she simply props her feet up on the coffee table and closes her eyes. "I dunno. Seems odd to get done with school, only to go right back." The girl figures. Rogue cracks an eye open and gives him an odd look. "Ace? I swear, I'll never get you an' your phrases, John." She laughs to herself and shrugs. "Huh. Who knows? I might just be stayin' right here. Don't have much else to go to, 'sides this ol' school."
John snickers at that. "Least I don't go 'round with "G'day, mate' anymore, eh? Though everyone back home will be raggin' on me and the 'Hello, how's it going?' bit? Ooo, did I tell you, I am going home? After graduation for a couple weeks. The oldies are paying for my ticket and everything. Guess there way of a graduation present and getting to see me. And I dunno," he plows right on through the thoughts as only a teenager can, and now it's his turn to shrug. "Just can't see myself stickin around here for long. Gotta get a job first, but gonna try to get a unit in town pretty quick. Probably be around sometimes. Just... need to do my own thing, y'know?
Rogue smirks slightly at his comments. She bends a finger, letting the cloth of the glove scratch at the back of her head. It's rather hot in the room with all her clothing on, but Rogue is far too lazy to take the gloves off and pay attention to who she bumps in to. No, she's much happier hot and lazy. "You never win, do ya John?" Rogue says, lightly poking fun at him. His prattling about going home and seeing his parents pulls the corners of the girls mouth down. She turns back to the TV quickly, trying to hide her obvious discomfort on the subject. "They sound pretty nice." She comments in a clipped sort of voice. As he plows on into another subject, Rogue relaxes. "Well, movin' to the city might be fun... but I'd miss the Mansion... an' the countryside. But I understand doing your own thing... I might have to buy into that." She pauses, looking at him for a moment. "Say, d'ya know a girl that goes by the name Alyssa?"
"Eh, they're okay, I guess. Far as parents go," John says. "Didn't exactly freak, though I think they were relieved at my coming here. Away from home." 'Nuff said on that matter. "Alyssa?" John says. "Yeah, she's new. I met her in Central Park, then ran into her again where she works. If I didn't trust the Professor and Jean a bit more than that, I'd swear they were like playing with my mind to get me to run into her, cuz she shows up here at school like a week later. Nice enough girl. You met her?"
Rogue waves a hand idly as he comments on his parents, a simply nod in response to him. Parents are not a subject that Rogue really enjoys delving into. When it's finally passed she rips her eyes away from the sitcom... which was now featuring someone with a turkey stuck on their head. If Rogue wasn't engaged in a conversation, she would be making sure he brain cells weren't being killed and turned the thing off. "Nice enough?" Rogue asks, turning a sly look over to the boy. "I hear you have a bigger opinion on her than /that/, John." She says in a mocking tone.
John snickers at Rogue. "Boy, rumors flying already," he shrugs his way back into the couch. "Well, to put them to rest, yes, she asked me to go to her prom. And yes, I said I would. She's fun to talk to. And she didn't want to be alone. I think she'll fit in here. Doesn't sound like she got along too well with her old classmates. Stupid humans." Slight scowl at that. "So yeah, fun to hang out with. Think..." he pauses slightly. "Think she's... takin a likin to me." Aww, is John /blushing/ slightly at that last bit. How cute.
Rogue rolls her eyes up to the ceiling, trying not to feel guilty about not studying. "John, you know this place by now... ya can't look at someone without rumors of ya gettin' married to 'em spreading by the very next day." She points out with a grimace sort of smile. "Well, it's nice that your makin' her feel welcome. She seems nice 'nough, like ya said." Rogue opens her eyes as he mentions the 'stupid humans'. The girl glances over, trying to read the expression of her friend in hopes that it wasn't a joke. It sure doesn't look like it. She falls silent for a moment, glad when he breaks it. "I'll say... why, I'd reckon she flips head over heel near every time you get mentioned."
Yeah, that's definitely a bit of pink to his face. "Eh, didn't do nuthin," John mumbles. "Just talked. Because the eyes. So not a big deal. But I think everyone her age always made it seem like one or something. I'm just probably the first person to treat her normal. She'll fit in soon and realize I'm just like everyone else around here. Nothing sp... unusual."
Rogue turns her head, which is still resting up against the top of the chair back. She notes the pink and the uneasiness of his last comment is all but washed away. "Mmhmm." She says in a teasing tone. The teenager simply listens for a moment, her smile fading away into more of an indifferent line. "Eyes?" Rogue asks, connecting it to her power somehow. "Oh, you must mean... well, we didn't exactly get 'round to talkin' 'bout our powers... I didn't want her to start carryin' 'round a ten foot pole just to make sure she's far 'nough away from me." Rogue says with a dull laugh. "Yeah, she'll fit in here... I told her so. S'long as I fit in here, most anyone could."
"Yeah, not like that /one/ kid," John says with a quick grin. Ah, made-up memories of school days and classmates. Gotta love them. "Guess it takes being pretty far gone to not fit in around here, hmm?"
Rogue runs a hand through her hair, his eyes turning up to watch it fall around her face. She snaps her eyes over as he speaks. "One kid? Now, who's been talkin' 'bout staying good an 'way from me? 'Cause I'll /give/ 'em a reason to stay away!" She threatens with a joke right back. "Well, no one's achieved such a fate yet... I couldn't 'magine what it /would/ take." Rogue finally admits. "Glad you found 'er first... it's best that Bobby didn't get a chance... she's too cute for 'er own good..."
John chuckles. "Heh, I guess she is at that," he nods. "I'm sure she'll meet Bobby soon enough, though, and have someone new to be crushing on." Because such is life when you're the roommate of the Iceman. "So what you think you'll do if you stick around here? Tutor?"
Rogue leans up in the chair, her arms crossing and a slight glare being sent John's way. "Well, she had best not! An' he'd best not be leadin' her on!" She announces, jumping to conclusions already. Suddenly she breaks into a laugh. "Nah... Bobby wouldn't... would he?" She asks, more to herself. Rogue pulls a face at his last comment. "In what? I've never been into any of this academic stuf... I mean... I get good grades... but I'd much rather not have 'nything to do with it after I graduate."
John sticks out his tongue just a bit. Teasing, of course. "Rogue, I think half the students here have a crush on Bobby. And the others are blokes. Where have /you/ been all year? But yeah, same thing with the grades. So ready to be done with homework of any kind, even if it's helping the kids here."
Rogue tugs of a glove finally, glad to have an excuse to. "Yeah, well..." She starts, holding out her hand and turning it in front of her eyes. "Let's just say that if I catch any of 'em eyein' Bobby... well, Rogue's 'bout to gain some nifty new powers for a while." She threatens lightly, letting her hand fall on her lap. "I mean, I guess I wouldn't hate helpin' out... I should just talk to Jean about it, y'think? She'll have an idea what I should do."
John watches as the white gloves come off. "Eh, I just like getting you all riled, and you know it," he smirks. "You got nothing to worry about." He's suddenly distracted by the near-mute antics on TV. "Yeah, Jean might have some deas," he shrugs, not breaking gaze gross culinary display flickering across the screen.
Rogue lets her eyes follow his lead, going back to the TV. Aw, the wonderful wonders of a thing that can distract your attention even when nothing good is on. "Well you do a good job of it." Rogue retorts with a laugh. "An' I hope she does.. 'cause I'm fresh out." Rogue admits. "Man, I really should be studyin'."
"Well, /that/ is one thing I'm good at," John says, breaking into a grin. "Distracting from the homework. Because for every moment I can keep you away... I don't feel guilty being away."
Rogue runs a hand down the bridge of her nose and to her lips. "You're too sly for your own good, John-boy." She says, pointing at him threateningly. "Well I'm glad one of us isn't feelin' guilty... geeze... what would th' Professors say if one of 'em walked in on us goofing off?"
"Can't help it." John shoots back with a grin. "And I suppose that'd all depend on which professor. Jean might join us in watching..." he peers back at the TV a moment. "Whatever this stupid show is anyways."
Rogue rolls her eyes playfully, feeling in better spirits that she had lately. "Jean? Well, yes... you're right. An'... well, I'm not /sure/ what this is..." She finally admits, turning her attention back to the TV. "We could always watch the news... but I don't reckon we'd like what we saw."
John glowers a bit at that. "Too depressing," he concludes. "Think I'd rather be studing." Which is saying something. Yaay for better spirits. And odd that it's John to bring them out. He stares at the TV a moment. "I don't think... what is it. fifty thousand US dollars is worth /that/."
Rogue sighs and nods. "Well, I'd have to say the same..." She finally says and pushes herself up. "But let's jus' skip both an' place some foozeball? Tried playin' by myself... no luck. Most boring game I ever tried by myself." Rogue tugs the glove back on and starts towards the table.
Yaay for more ways to avoid homework. "Sure thing. And yah, can't see as that'd work too well alone. Well, unless you've got stretch arms or something and can reach around." He pulls himself out of the couch with a deep sigh. Even for fun, any exertion is still work. "Couple rounds. Then I suppose a bit more reading before I turn in for the night. Deal?"
Rogue saddles up to the table, her hands gripping the handles. "Hah! Yeah, well, it just wasn't too fun." She admits, feeling foolish for even having tried. "That's a deal. Now, your kickoff." Rogue says, turning her eyes down to the table. "What's it your reading... comic books or somethin'?"
"I wish..." John frowns. "No, homework reading. Figure if I get it done before the weekend, I can have Monday off then. Or something like that. Though I've been reading through some of my old stories. Man, I really suck sometimes."
Rogue laughs and turns his guys, readying herself for the ball. "Yeah, sure.. homework. Like I'll believe that y'actually do that stuff." She says with a sarcastic chuckle. "Suck? Not you, John-boy... I mean, I'd /pay/ you t'write my english papers... You're tne times the writer I am."
John grins at the praise. "Well, you just think that because I /burn/ half my stories," he says with a wink. "Handy power for a writer to have, after all." He snatches the ball and drops it in the slot. "Ready or not, here it comes," he says. Oddly enough, with that short, albeit slightly clichéd phrase, commenting on Foosball, Life and many other mysteries all in the same breath.