<hr/><div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/Kh9oSPJ.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Highlights - Heather Donald<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Common Room TV (Showing scenes in New Jersey)<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>Sept. 4th, 8:00 PM<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>OPEN<br/><strong>Content:</strong>Heather panics, and gets a little handsy. She's delusional enough to forget exactly who is nearby. As she hides in Rogue's shoulder, she forgets that this young woman can suck her life out. She also gives Kitty some love with a comforting hand squeeze. By the end, she's basically shell-shocked, and ready to hide from the incoming salvation.<br/><strong>wearing:</strong>These Clothes (http://i.imgur.com/G9qoU9N.jpg) - Raised Sole Chuck Taylors (http://i.imgur.com/wZfNJhx.jpg)<br/><hr/>Heather's reality shifted quickly from disturbed to horror, and again in to legitimate shock. She went a little pale, and some nausea started to stir, making her a bit dizzy and a bit sick to the stomach as she watched. Her roommate pushed the candy away gently, Heather’s hand just sort of drifted down into her lap as if she'd lost control of it. Suddenly, she wasn’t very hungry either. She looked up and Kitty, unaware that the girl had even come in. She’d been quiet upon entry, and now her hand was only inches away from Highlights’ head. Her rainbow head turned back to the television. Her hand reached back behind her head. Her friend with the phasing powers was delusional. Heather could tell right away that she was just trying to calm herself down. Heather’s hand softly clutched Kitty’s hand right in front of Rogue. Highlights wasn’t good with words in times like these, so instead of agreeing with Kitty, that everything would be fine, she just showed that she cared with a little squeeze of Kitty’s palm.<br/><br/>As close as Heather and Rogue were, this was a regular type of thing for Heather. She was one of the handiest individuals on the planet. Communication, from her perspective, was largely physical. Hugging, holding hands, resting a hand on another’s shoulder, a kiss on the cheek, tickling, being carried from one place to another. She liked to touch. And, even though she was aware of Rogue’s inability to touch like this, she was still learning how to be completely sensitive.<br/><br/>Her eyes flashed over to Anne Marie’s.<strong>“Um…” </strong>She wanted to say all kinds of things, instead she just harrumphed gingerly<strong>“meah-nhuh”</strong>and turned back to the newscast to try and catch the rest of the event.<br/><br/>It didn’t feel real, it was one of those moments in her life that she knew, even while she was experiencing it, that she wouldn’t forget it. She would remember these girls, well Rogue and Kitty at least, Rahne was too new in her mind, and too huddled up in a ball. Heather knew she was there, but she could tell by the scot’s body language that she wasn’t in the mood to be touched or spoken to.<br/><br/>It seemed like each moment of the broadcast was specifically designed to spark up a controversy.<strong>“Why…?”</strong>Heather tried to finish her thought, but the rest was trapped in her chest.<strong>“Why is this…?”</strong>It would be stuck forever, because the sight of the car being evaporated into innocent chunks of metal made her seize. She moaned out loud in terror, and her jaw dropped. The gummy candies fell from her hand, to her lap, and then slid to the floor. She didn’t notice at all. By now, she’d released Kitty’s hand, and had brought it to her shoulder, hanging there like she was a sleepwalking waitress.<br/><br/>A tear was falling from her eye by the time Salvation was standing over the poor woman on the street. She could feel what was coming. Her hand had already risen to cover her parted lips. By now, Rogue was leaning into Highlights, and Highlights was pressing back, the tension felt like it was physically pressing them together.<strong>“Oh no!” </strong>Heather's voice tightened, and she squeal-screamed as she exclaimed those words. She didn’t want to watch this man shatter this woman’s skull like a Game of Thrones episode. So she closed her eyes and shielded herself against Rogue’s shoulder, turning away from the screen altogether.<br/><br/>She wasn’t watching, but she had heard what Salvation said.<em>"Proceeding to Xavier’s school for …”</em>Slowly, she raised her head, and turned to see the television again. She didn’t think about what she said next, it just came out.<strong>“Or that, Kitty…”</strong>Highlights followed up Rogue’s remark with her own version. She wasn’t looking at young Ms. Pryde when she said it, she was barely out of Rogue’s shoulder. The pink fabric was doing a good job of soaking up her sparing tears. She’d let three fall now, but she wasn’t weeping. They were tears of shock. She could feel Rogue turn the television off with her patented hot temper, throwing the remote across the room.<br/><br/>With the television off, Heather was suddenly faced with the reality. There were four,<em>‘nope, three.’ </em>She realized Rahne was gone when Rogue actually asked.<strong>“I don’t know…” </strong>She was starting to sob.<strong>“It’s coming here?”</strong>It didn’t feel real. She wasn’t hiding against Rogue’s shoulder anymore, she had turned her body away from the tv so that she could see Kitty to her right.<strong>“Right now.”</strong>She was catching up to the facts in her own way.<strong> “In real life.”</strong>The sobbing stopped, as if she had suddenly been sobered by the idea that she<em>wasn't</em>dreaming.<br/><br/>A few more tears were collecting, but it looked like she was recovering, happy that Salvation hadn’t shattered the woman’s skull. So, they didn’t fall down. She brought her hand up to wipe the streaks of salty wetness from her cheeks. Looking back and forth between Rogue and Kitty,<strong>“is there somewhere safe we can go?” </strong>Heather knew that Xavier's was likely the safest place on the planet for her and the other girls there with her. But she wanted to be in a bunker below the school right now. All three of them had been at the school for about two years. Heather was as normal as apple pie, for being a student at this school. Kitty had experience with the x-men, and Rogue had experience with the Brotherhood.<br/><br/>Tonight felt like one of the nightmares she had all of the time.<strong>“What are we gonna do?” </strong>She was too helpless to make that decision on her own. In two years here, it took 120% effort just to learn things for school. She hadn’t taken a moment to learn how to react to a crisis. Both of the other girls in the room had some experience. Highlights’ plan was to stop thinking, and whatever these two had in mind.