We're not outta this yet (ota)

[marauding_miss]

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

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[movetheearth]

So this whole pretending that everything is mostly okay routine? Well it's pretty easy going as long as you can avoid talking to other people, though not always. Especially in a camp where you have to attend P/T or sit in a mess hall to eat with other people. Apparently, sometimes, you have to bite the proverbial bullet and just get on with it, so that's what Ric has been doing. Getting on with his routine around camp in the hope that he'll work out a way to get the balls to talk to Rogue, without it seeming too obvious that he's been missing her.

By no long shot has he completely forgiven her, the Mexican is still hurt, but after a good talking to by Lorna he's seeing a bit more sense. Usually (and this is his default setting really) Ric would ignore the issue at hand and be all blase about it. But he can't be because it's Rogue and although she said some pretty bitchy, nasty, selfish, mean -- okay getting off track here -- things, he misses his sister

[marauding_miss]

She's not admitting to anything; not the catching in her throat as she spotted him, not the thump of her heart as he walked past her to the middle of the buildings, not the sting of tears at the blatant rejection. She can remember everything she said, everything they shouted at each other, because it plays over and over in her head and she can't even remember what she'd been thinking. Those are things she never would've said, things she'd never had fired at him, and she wishes he'd understand that it was another case of just attacking himself

[movetheearth]

The lighter refuses to co-operate and it's infuriating, enough that Ric hurls the thing at the ground and glares at it before he rummages in his pockets to see if he's got another one spare. He's got another three, but that's not the point. The rolley catches light at last and Ric finally looks up to see that Rogue has her face hidden against her knees, long hair with its distinctive white stripe, hanging down to act like a curtain.

Cigarette between his fingers, he sucks at the side of his thumb, a nervous gesture as he watches his Rogue and wonders what the fuck he's going to say. Sorry I slapped you but you kissed my boyfriend? No, that sounds too false. I only lashed out because you said those bitchy things. No, still placing the blame on Rogue, and despite her having said those things Lorna had been right and her wisdom played over and over in Ric's head at night; 'Are you more upset that she kissed your boyfriend rather than finding someone else to kiss, or are you actually genuinely under the impression that she was seriously

[marauding_miss]

With her knees pressing into her eyes, Rogue makes a point on pressing just shy of too hard, making her eyeballs ache but stopping the tears because she is not some stupid little girl who is going to cry over a boy not talking to her. Her Mama would slap her twice as hard if that happened

[makesppldead]

Getting back into tip top shape was the first level of agenda on Wade's to-do list once his bout of the virus had left his system. When he was strong enough to lift his body from his bed he set to exercising, eventually working back into his usual training regime.

But he'd turned to working even harder than normal. He would have to, if he was going to keep up with the likes of having both Victor and Daken in the camp at once. Their presence never bothered him, where normally nothing did. After continuous conversation with Haylie about her endless issues with the younger feral trying to give her more hassle than an angry pimp, Wade had decided that maybe Daken...didn't need to be there anymore

[marauding_miss]

Her 'peaceful brooding' could do with a little disruption, and frankly, even with Julio in her head, kicking up a fuss over Wade, Rogue couldn't work up the energy to really be bothered. "Sure," it was odd, that Wade would just jump right in there, but she wasn't going to question it. "What's up?"

It wasn't like they talked at all really, and they didn't exactly click on that mission so she was sort of curious herself.

[makesppldead]

"Your mutation, that whole 'can't touch' people thing. How does it work? You really kill people with that?" Maybe being this abrupt was in character for him. And why wouldn't a mercenary want to talk about how to kill people?

Wade imagined Rogue to be the type to not want to talk about these things. But he would give it a shot.

[marauding_miss]

Her eyes narrowed into a glare. He was right, she didn't like to talk about these things, and frankly she didn't want to. But fucking Julio in her head made her mouth lose and her temper flare.

"Yeah, Ah really kill people. Only not like you kill people. See, when Ah touch a person, Ah drain 'em. I take over every lil' thing that makes 'em them, an' Ah steal it." She doesn't like explaining what she does, because she doesn't like what she does.

"Mah strength? Mah flight? That's all because Ah held ont' some woman an' didn't let go 'til there wasn't nothing of her left in her body."