<hr/><div class="floatright">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/a8/cf/15/a8cf1558e42adc710dfc4e8dbc943f2f.jpg)</div><div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/236x/fc/a3/96/fca3963fef59a0e11e890058c90b96be.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Rogue | Roberto de Costa<br/><strong>Location:</strong>On the lawn, beside a tree<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>Thursday, September 7th, Noon-ish<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Camelia "Cam" Tuft | Venom, OPEN<br/><strong>Content:</strong>Having a picnic with friends.<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Same as photo<br/><hr/><br/>Rogue just huffed and grumbled as Camelia insisted on calling her pretty. The blonde was facing a losing battle that day, with the mood that the Southern belle was in. There was an open wound, raw, still left on her from the early hours of the morning. An incident blown out of proportion, with wrong falling on both sides. More on hers, than Heather's, but Rogue was yet being too irrational to see that. She'd opened up and given in to a moment too easily, and had pulled back too harshly when she saw the world correcting itself.<br/><br/>She had expected the worst and gotten it, and now her hole was one she had dug herself. And she was in no mood to open up and let someone else hear about it.<br/><br/>"Oh, thank you," Rahne said with a soft smile as Camelia complimented her. Her hands moved to smooth out the dress some, modest as it was. Her pale arms were bare, and the barest hint of cleavage, which her cross necklace rested comfortably above. Hers was an innocent beauty, one still mostly unaware of how pretty she was, despite the efforts of a few lately. At the mention of boys, though, her cheeks flared red, though, and she quickly shook her head. "No, no boys," she chuckled nervously, "Ah don't think Ah have to worry about that hanging around you."<br/><br/>"Girls, then?" Rogue hummed out, just trying to tease. But Rahne's cheeks flared an ever darker red, and the shy girl looked away. A nerve had been struck, and seeing the frown that twitched at Rahne's lips, Rogue didn't press.<br/><br/>Cam took the topic to Salvation, then, and the happy mood at the blanket calmed some. Rogue grumbled, just shaking her head, disgusted at the government's show of force. Rahne just bit her lip. Frightening as it had been...Salvation didn't seem like an evil man. But smarter minds than hers were in charge of thinking how to respond to him. All she hoped was that she would never have to meet him again.<br/><br/>"Yolande? She's..." Rahne started, her cheeks still red as she remembered playing the piano the day before for the singing beauty, "She's...not so bad..."<br/><br/>"Yeah, well, seems she picked a fight...Got herself and Kitty in trouble."<br/><br/>The conversation shifted again, though, and both girls chuckled softly at Cam's teasing of Roberto.<br/><br/>"He has, though!" Rahne said, smiling some, looking at the blonde as she gave away one of her friend's secrets, "But he shifts forms and gets rid of the evidence."<br/><br/>"Gonna have to up you game then, Cam," Rogue just hummed out, "Must be losing you touch if he's letting himself get distracted so quickly from you."