<hr/><div class="floatleft">(http://www.freeapplewallpapers.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/05/Eliza-Dushku.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Rogue<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Rogue/Highlights Dorm Room<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>Sept. 5th 2:00 am (night of the 4th)<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Rogue<br/><strong>Content:</strong>Rogue is woken up after struggling to get to sleep.<br/><strong>wearing:</strong>See image.<br/><hr/><br/>Rogue would never admit just how disturbed the news report about "Salvation" had left her. Seeing a government puppet with such sheer power and no checks was a bit terrifying (again, not that she would ever admit such), that could so easily take down a girl with the strength the new bitch seemed to have. The irony wasn't lost on her, she knew very well that was what humans thought of mutants. But their argument, that argument, was one she couldn't accept. Mutants weren't attack dogs being sent after humans--they were people that just wanted to live their lives. And like so many other minorities before them, the fact they were different saw them being stripped of basic human rights, abused and imprisoned and forced to suffer because of something they couldn't control. Humanity, in its fear, was creating the very problem they feared by pushing mutants like the Brotherhood to extreme measures. Salvation was not a figure of protection, he was a symbol of everything wrong with humanity and the world.<br/><br/>But those thoughts and feelings she kept to herself. There were few at the school she was close to, and fewer that would give a care about her thoughts an opinions. She was a former member of the Brotherhood, after all, and at times she thought it would be best if she rejoined them, despite having her eyes opened at the trouble and destruction they caused.<br/><br/>Instead, she spent some of the day with Heather, briefly entertaining her roommate's idea of finding the quiet redhead from the lounge. Rain, or whatever her name had been. The girl was likely just looking for alone time, though, and she managed to have the hunt called off. After all, she seemed the type to prefer her solitude, and as big as the school was, she probably had her own friends or group she would go to for support if disturbed by the news, than appreciating some random girls bothering her. The two had gone their separate ways for the day after that...Rogue wandered around some, largely staying out of everyone's way, as the campus fell into a bit of chaos over the ordeal. Ultimately she went to her room a bit early, and by ten at night, she was trying to sleep.<br/><br/>Keyword, trying.<br/><br/>She had only<em>just</em>fallen asleep when Heather wandered in and clammed the door of their mini-fridge. It woke her with a start, panic flaring briefly, before she calmed and groaned, pulling a pillow over her face.<br/><br/>"God dammit, Heather..." she groaned out, not rudely, just tiredly. "Y'know...not everyone gets t'be a bouncin' ball of energy like ya do..."<br/><br/>But she was awake again, and knowing sleep wouldn't come, she sat up. Her brown hair fell over her shoulders, messy from tossing and turning on her bed. The young woman was as revealed as she ever let herself be, thanks to the privacy of their room. A simple nightshirt, an over-sized blouse, hung messily off of her shoulders, revealing her bra. Panties were the only clothing on her lower body, leaving large expanses of her dangerous skin exposed. She didn't even have her gloves on. Bed time was a rare treat for her. Deprived as she was at physical contact, she spoiled herself in simple ways. Her bed sheets were of a fine, incredibly soft silk, almost sinfully comfortable to the touch. Her pillows had matching covers, and some nights, she pretended the silken touch was that of a lover--an experience she knew she'd always lack. How ironic was it that the woman that couldn't touch another, and one that couldn't stop humping everything, ended up as roommates?<br/><br/>"Wha' time is it an'way?" she muttered sleepily, her Southern drawl a bit heavier because of it as she rubbed an eye, looking around for where ever their clock had ended up. "Hng...Guess I not gettin' sleep t'night anyway..."