[She needs to get out of the apartment, as much as she’s loathe to leave the architectural bubble of memories and cats, Rogue knows she has to move forward somehow. She’s done it many times before, so logically she can manage it again, correct? Still, she can’t help but feel bitter and angry about the situation.
So when a call for cleaning up the beaches from the recent floods went up, the mutant dressed in form-fitting slacks, a worn t-shirt, boots and work gloves and got to work. The little pieces of trash go ignored as she focuses on the larger, less manageable pieces of debris, picking them up as though they weigh nothing and flying them off to dispose of them. Some even get angrily launched back into the water, landing quite a bit away with an inaudible plop, and others large, flat rocks (often boulder sized) are skipped along the surface.
Even though it’s not much of a workout for her, she does stop for tea with a hefty amount of sugar added to it as well as lunch and snacks, if only to separate herself from a group of chatty, happy volunteers. Every time she crosses paths or vicinity with a happy couple, she takes a break in the distinct opposite direction of them.]
ii | tournaments & beach
[In an effort to both distract herself and provide her with another avenue to affix her focus, Rogue checks out the tournaments to see if she can basically hustle others out of money. The thief would have been in the stands, cheering for her no doubt, but she participates without expecting to hear anyone cheering her name in the crowd.
One day when she’s in a particularly dangerous mood, she even takes a gander at the adult only portion of the beaches to see what sort of damage she can facilitate there, wearing nothing but a pair of black, short gloves and a green two piece swimsuit.]
iv | waterpark
[It takes far too much energy to step into the waterpark than she’d ever admit, and she struggles to exist there without radiating her negative emotions. It’s something he would’ve had a literal blast at with her, especially with a power dampener, but she also knows that he wouldn’t want her to hide and sulk from something she’d otherwise find great joy in on her own. She needs to be better than the person she’s being right now.
She’ll try the lazy river, cautiously enough to wear long gloves, but that’s about it on the giving a fuck factor as she wears a snug fitting two piece that’s more sultry than cute. Fake it until you make it, right? She does, at least, stick to lounging around the pools with more flailing bodies, and is that a flask tucked into the hip of her bikini bottom?
Absolutely. There’s a few reasons for those sunglasses it seems.
In an effort to feel less like a walking pile of Debbie Downer, Rogue eventually situates herself in an adult only pool, hoping to whatever magic and science is involved that she can just stop feeling so terrible.]
v | wildcard
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Rogue | Marvel 616 | ota
[She needs to get out of the apartment, as much as she’s loathe to leave the architectural bubble of memories and cats, Rogue knows she has to move forward somehow. She’s done it many times before, so logically she can manage it again, correct? Still, she can’t help but feel bitter and angry about the situation.
So when a call for cleaning up the beaches from the recent floods went up, the mutant dressed in form-fitting slacks, a worn t-shirt, boots and work gloves and got to work. The little pieces of trash go ignored as she focuses on the larger, less manageable pieces of debris, picking them up as though they weigh nothing and flying them off to dispose of them. Some even get angrily launched back into the water, landing quite a bit away with an inaudible plop, and others large, flat rocks (often boulder sized) are skipped along the surface.
Even though it’s not much of a workout for her, she does stop for tea with a hefty amount of sugar added to it as well as lunch and snacks, if only to separate herself from a group of chatty, happy volunteers. Every time she crosses paths or vicinity with a happy couple, she takes a break in the distinct opposite direction of them.]
ii | tournaments & beach
[In an effort to both distract herself and provide her with another avenue to affix her focus, Rogue checks out the tournaments to see if she can basically hustle others out of money. The thief would have been in the stands, cheering for her no doubt, but she participates without expecting to hear anyone cheering her name in the crowd.
One day when she’s in a particularly dangerous mood, she even takes a gander at the adult only portion of the beaches to see what sort of damage she can facilitate there, wearing nothing but a pair of black, short gloves and a green two piece swimsuit.]
iv | waterpark
[It takes far too much energy to step into the waterpark than she’d ever admit, and she struggles to exist there without radiating her negative emotions. It’s something he would’ve had a literal blast at with her, especially with a power dampener, but she also knows that he wouldn’t want her to hide and sulk from something she’d otherwise find great joy in on her own. She needs to be better than the person she’s being right now.
She’ll try the lazy river, cautiously enough to wear long gloves, but that’s about it on the giving a fuck factor as she wears a snug fitting two piece that’s more sultry than cute. Fake it until you make it, right? She does, at least, stick to lounging around the pools with more flailing bodies, and is that a flask tucked into the hip of her bikini bottom?
Absolutely. There’s a few reasons for those sunglasses it seems.
In an effort to feel less like a walking pile of Debbie Downer, Rogue eventually situates herself in an adult only pool, hoping to whatever magic and science is involved that she can just stop feeling so terrible.]
v | wildcard
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