<hr/><div class="floatleft">(http://blogs.psychcentral.com/creative-mind/files/2013/08/EmmaWatson5.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Rahne Sinclaire<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Mansion Grounds<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>Saturday, Sept. 2, 2017: Evening<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Kitty Pryde | Shadowcat, Semi-Closed (PM about scene before entering)<br/><strong>Content:</strong>Rahne escapes a scene in the mansion, trying to hold herself together and find a place to be alone. Continued from this scene. (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=262264.msg12973260#msg12973260)<br/><hr/><br/>Rahne heard Bishop shouting in the cafeteria behind her as she scrambled out of the door onto the mansion patio. And already awful day for her had gone further down into a pit, when some of the more hot-headed and prejudiced students at the school decided to pick an issue with her. Calling her out for her more pro-governmental opinions, and her anti-mutant beliefs, even if they largely applied to herself...The werewolf shapeshifter had been put in a collar and muzzle, pushed to all fours, and mocked. And her one attempt to fight back had scared her more than her bullies, as the redhead felt the blocks that Professor Xavier had put on her power strain.<br/><br/>She had wanted to change, and hurt them. She was tired of being mocked and ridiculed and hated for what she was. There was no pleasing anyone--her birth town hated her for a mutant, the man that raised her in the orphanage called her an embodiment of sin and the spawn of the devil. Other mutants decried her religious beliefs, or her forgiving views about the actions taken by the United States government and the nations that followed their lead...Compounded with the strained day she had already, struggling with inner demons and a talk with the professor that had left both of them hurt, her nerves and mind were already frayed.<br/><br/>She had snapped at Markus's hand. She had tried to bite him. Like some savage, feral wolf...<br/><br/>And now people who had stood up for her were getting in trouble. The man with the energy blast, her roommate Laura...<br/><br/>Tripping over her own feet, she stumbled and fell to her hands and knees on the patio, skin stinging as they hit the rough bricks of the landing. A few students who were eating their dinner outside stopped and stared at her, just gawking at the girl wearing a collar and a muzzle. Some frowned at the display of someone in obvious distress, but before any could really stand to do something, she was picking herself up and running again.<br/><br/>Rahne had no place in mind that she was running for. She was just running, putting the trouble behind her further behind her. Instinct overruled reason. She had done the same when her powers first manifested. Running away was her first choice under stress--get away from the trouble, the pain, the stress. She didn't stop until she was a bit away from the mansion, falling to her knees again, as her hands grabbed and pulled at and tugged on the muzzle around her face. It was locked shut though, and Markus had melted the key, and she was hardly strong enough to break leather or a metal lock. The same applied to the collar latched on her neck, leaving the girl just struggling with them, crying.<br/><br/>"Ge' off, ge' off, ge' off..." she whimpered to herself, nails of her fingers scratching the softer flesh of her neck and cheeks, as she clawed at the restraints. Students out and about kept clear, just staring at the girl, few eager to try and approach her and get involved in...something. It was always easier and safer to mind their own business when it came to issues at the school...