Post by Marie D'Ancanto on Feb 17, 2008 17:26:40 GMT -5
(PRE-Camping Thread)
So the staff was planning a camping trip? Marie wasn’t very interested. The social bonding with the other students in the mansion always seemed to result in childish relationships and struggles that Rogue really did not want to be apart of. Having to deal with Bobby and Kitty was enough As the World Turns for Marie to last her a life time. As a result, she would be sitting this grand old trip out. Even though her decision was a bit of a selfish one to some people, Rogue frankly did not care what others thought of her; as in the end none of them wanted to get close to her anyway. They were afraid of her, they were embarrassed by her... she was Marie D’Ancanto; the only X-Men related associate to even consider taking the cure, and as a result she was always to be branded as a race traitor apparently. It annoyed her. It annoyed Rogue that others could never see past an exterior, past the aesthetics and realize what someone like her must go through beyond her outward appearance and perception.
Sitting on the pool table as she watched some of the other students gathering in the hallway, Marie was dressed in her usual outfits of skin-clothed material. A tight ribbed black turtleneck covered her top, with leather gloves coating the rest of her hands. Her legs swayed beneath her, covered by dark denim blue jeans and a pair of black combat boots to keep the southern girl-next-door covered head to toe; Rogue truly did not want to risk any accidents - especially with these people she had to live with day in and day out. As of lately, Marie had found that the few people she had come into contact with in the past were consistently swirling about in her mind, her psyche, her inner-eye; whatever you wanted to call it. The voices of her boyfriend back in Mississippi and Bobby were just a few that had swirled about her mind. Even the tough and gruff demeanor of Logan surfaced as she sat there, and all Marie could wonder was why?
What was wrong with her? Was she further mutating? Was she further being cursed with having to hear these voices of other people - people knew, people she hurt, people she loved; swirl about in her head at any given time? Was she becoming them? Was she becoming schizophrenic? Was her mind going to splinter off and Marie D’Ancanto would soon cease to exist? It was a scary thought, and one which Rogue had found herself entirely not capable to understand or answer. It was an odd belief, but perhaps she would have to turn to the resident telepath to help her out about this - Emma Frost. Emma was a woman whom Rogue respected, but also felt a bit jaded by. The memory of Jean and the Professor was still so strong in her mind, she just found it hard to turn to another woman for guidance and view her as a matriarch; especially considering how cold she seemed to most. Emma definitely had her own skeletons, but could Rogue trust to show her own to the White Queen?
As Rogue sat there, she looked out upon the students that were all preparing for a fun trip of bonding and mischief with their teachers, and she could only find herself jealous and angry. She was jealous of the girls who could touch the boys they felt something for; she was jealous of the kids in control of their powers, and ultimately a much better package than she. Most of them were beautiful, naturally and asthetically and she simply did not feel for herself in such a light. To Rogue, she knew she would spend her life forever as an old maid - a woman scorned towards other women simply because she could never experience what they had. In her old life she had the loving support of her parents and community, and now the southern belle was all alone. She had no one but herself, and of course the voices in her head.
It was such a dark, sad, depressing world she had found herself in.
Surrounded by so many... yet so alone.
So the staff was planning a camping trip? Marie wasn’t very interested. The social bonding with the other students in the mansion always seemed to result in childish relationships and struggles that Rogue really did not want to be apart of. Having to deal with Bobby and Kitty was enough As the World Turns for Marie to last her a life time. As a result, she would be sitting this grand old trip out. Even though her decision was a bit of a selfish one to some people, Rogue frankly did not care what others thought of her; as in the end none of them wanted to get close to her anyway. They were afraid of her, they were embarrassed by her... she was Marie D’Ancanto; the only X-Men related associate to even consider taking the cure, and as a result she was always to be branded as a race traitor apparently. It annoyed her. It annoyed Rogue that others could never see past an exterior, past the aesthetics and realize what someone like her must go through beyond her outward appearance and perception.
Sitting on the pool table as she watched some of the other students gathering in the hallway, Marie was dressed in her usual outfits of skin-clothed material. A tight ribbed black turtleneck covered her top, with leather gloves coating the rest of her hands. Her legs swayed beneath her, covered by dark denim blue jeans and a pair of black combat boots to keep the southern girl-next-door covered head to toe; Rogue truly did not want to risk any accidents - especially with these people she had to live with day in and day out. As of lately, Marie had found that the few people she had come into contact with in the past were consistently swirling about in her mind, her psyche, her inner-eye; whatever you wanted to call it. The voices of her boyfriend back in Mississippi and Bobby were just a few that had swirled about her mind. Even the tough and gruff demeanor of Logan surfaced as she sat there, and all Marie could wonder was why?
What was wrong with her? Was she further mutating? Was she further being cursed with having to hear these voices of other people - people knew, people she hurt, people she loved; swirl about in her head at any given time? Was she becoming them? Was she becoming schizophrenic? Was her mind going to splinter off and Marie D’Ancanto would soon cease to exist? It was a scary thought, and one which Rogue had found herself entirely not capable to understand or answer. It was an odd belief, but perhaps she would have to turn to the resident telepath to help her out about this - Emma Frost. Emma was a woman whom Rogue respected, but also felt a bit jaded by. The memory of Jean and the Professor was still so strong in her mind, she just found it hard to turn to another woman for guidance and view her as a matriarch; especially considering how cold she seemed to most. Emma definitely had her own skeletons, but could Rogue trust to show her own to the White Queen?
As Rogue sat there, she looked out upon the students that were all preparing for a fun trip of bonding and mischief with their teachers, and she could only find herself jealous and angry. She was jealous of the girls who could touch the boys they felt something for; she was jealous of the kids in control of their powers, and ultimately a much better package than she. Most of them were beautiful, naturally and asthetically and she simply did not feel for herself in such a light. To Rogue, she knew she would spend her life forever as an old maid - a woman scorned towards other women simply because she could never experience what they had. In her old life she had the loving support of her parents and community, and now the southern belle was all alone. She had no one but herself, and of course the voices in her head.
It was such a dark, sad, depressing world she had found herself in.
Surrounded by so many... yet so alone.