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Post by anja3 on Jun 13, 2012 10:46:37 GMT -5
A young black haired girl sat in the living room huddled in the corner of the large comfy couch. A velvet book lay open in her lap and she seemed to flip through it aimlessly. She was skimming the book though she had already read through it earlier. She was now just skimming over the parts she didn’t understand. Why the characters did things like they did when there would be a much more logical way of going around the situation. One the characters had died to shielding one of the other characters when he barley knew the person he had died to protect. Then the one he tried to protect was captured any way. Such a wasted effort, getting killed to protect someone and then still not being able to protect them because you died.
X-23 just closed the book with a small thud. Her face was expressionless right now, but her green eyes held a little confusion. Maybe these thoughts were what made her so different from everyone else. These thoughts that told people, if they ever found out, that she had little to no emotions. Being raised to be a killing machine had driven her human emotions out. However, since coming to this institute Laura had noticed that some off her humanity was coming back. She knew happiness now and was starting to learn about how the world works. Still, remnants of her old life still haunted her.
Thinking about made her begin to shake. She looked around to see that there weren’t any students in the room at the moment. She took out one of her Adamantium claws and cut her arm allowing the pain to get rid of those horrible memories mainly of the pimp Zebra Daddy. The cut healed almost instantly and she cut herself once more causing her shaking to stop. That cut also healed quickly. She sheathed her claw and placed the book on the coffee table. It didn’t matter if she cut herself since she was a clone of Wolverine and her healing abilities were very quick. Scars weren’t even left.
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Post by Rogue on Jun 19, 2012 11:18:31 GMT -5
Rogue needed to get out of her room. She had been sitting there for far too long just thinking about what she could not do. She had those moments, period in her life where her DNA, her mutation would make her feel like she did not belong. Even here in the middle of other people who were just like her, she did not completely at home. Her mutation made it impossible for her to have a normal life the rest of the people out there or at least she thought so. And while she knew that the people here still accepted her no matter what it still was not the same. She often wondered if it might not be easier for her to just find a cure for it or something along those lines. Just so she could finally be able to touch someone without the fear of hurting them.
Stretching her arms above her head she decided that she just needed to get out of there. Out of her room, go see people, anyone just not be sitting there like this. The more she would sit there alone, the more she would feel sorry for herself and she was not really looking forward to doing that. No getting out would do her some good. Of course she did not mean out of the building because she had nowhere to go but she was pretty sure she would find someone who was alone and bored in this place. As she walked down the hall she found herself walking to the living room. Someone had to be there.
And she had been right about the fact that someone would be there, what she had not expected was to find a beautiful young woman hurting herself. Rogue stayed within the conferment of the door looking at her. What she was supposed to do? Should she get one of the teachers? No. that would not be the right thing. Instead Rogue walked inside of the room. “Hey are you okay?” of course not, the girl was not okay, it was a stupid question to ask but she was not sure what else she was supposed to say or ask her. Slowly Rogue walked closer. “I’m Rogue.”
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Post by anja3 on Jul 12, 2012 0:27:53 GMT -5
Laura jumped, almost unsheathing her claws again as the newcomer spoke. The dark haired girl looked down at her wrist where the wound had once been. Was she okay? Of course she was, why wouldn’t the girl be okay? Her green eyes looked back at the other girl as she introduced herself as Rouge. Oh yes, now she remembered. Rouge was one of the X-men just like X-23 was. She hadn’t really spoken to the mutant girl, but she had read up on her. It was one of the things X-23 did in her spare time, kind of like an old habit from back at the facility.
X-23 gave a small nod, not being the social type. X-23 showed her arm to confirm that the wound had healed fully. No sign that there had been a cut there before. “I am X-23.” She said introducing herself as the name the people from the facility gave her. It was another old habit she had, forgetting to introduce herself as Laura. Her mother had given her that name before she had died. She looked at Rouge’s hands remembering that she had read Rouge had the power to take other people’s energy, and power if you were a mutant. The black haired girl wondered if her ability also worked on clones.
X-23 wasn’t technically human or mutant since she was created a born through science and tests. Still she was a living being so the possibility of it working on X-23 was very high. Her green eyes seem to stare at Rouge as if she were studying the mutant girl. It was the way she looked at everyone and for most it made them uncomfortable, which meant they stayed away from her. It was all right though, X-23 didn’t mind being alone, she had been like this most her life.
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