Post by rouge on Jun 13, 2011 19:54:32 GMT -5
She wrung a ponytail holder around her wrist a few times before gathering her tresses and binding them together at the top of her head. After shaking her head a bit she became contented with the faint possibility of her hair whipping her in her face. After this she pulled her uniform on, surprised to find that it was actually a bit loose rather than form fitting as it normally was.
’You’ve probably been skipping too many meals.’ she thought to herself. It wasn’t that she was developing an eating disorder or anything like that. It was more that she had a lot of her mind. Too much sometimes. The only way she had been able to focus lately was in danger room sessions, where she was spending most of her time lately. She had become an antisocial, literally untouchable pariah. It wasn’t too out of the ordinary.
Rogue walked by the mirror and examined her wiry frame. She sighed and shook her head. She never really had curves to begin with but now her waning intake of food was killing the ones she had. Not that she had anyone to impress. She didn’t even really know all the new people in the mansion. She didn’t live up to the busybody reputation of southern ladies. She shook her head and grabbed a jacket, the oversized article of clothing disguising her shrinking body. She had a feeling if Logan were to see her then he’d force food down her throat if he needed to. Then again, she didn’t know if Logan was even here.
On her way to the danger room she avoided the gaze of all she saw until she was safely in the danger room. She sighed and plopped down in the chair, trying to ignore a growl in her stomach. She grumbled back at her belly before looking through a drawer in search of a protein bar to no avail.
’You’ve probably been skipping too many meals.’ she thought to herself. It wasn’t that she was developing an eating disorder or anything like that. It was more that she had a lot of her mind. Too much sometimes. The only way she had been able to focus lately was in danger room sessions, where she was spending most of her time lately. She had become an antisocial, literally untouchable pariah. It wasn’t too out of the ordinary.
Rogue walked by the mirror and examined her wiry frame. She sighed and shook her head. She never really had curves to begin with but now her waning intake of food was killing the ones she had. Not that she had anyone to impress. She didn’t even really know all the new people in the mansion. She didn’t live up to the busybody reputation of southern ladies. She shook her head and grabbed a jacket, the oversized article of clothing disguising her shrinking body. She had a feeling if Logan were to see her then he’d force food down her throat if he needed to. Then again, she didn’t know if Logan was even here.
On her way to the danger room she avoided the gaze of all she saw until she was safely in the danger room. She sighed and plopped down in the chair, trying to ignore a growl in her stomach. She grumbled back at her belly before looking through a drawer in search of a protein bar to no avail.