<hr/><div class="floatright">(http://i.imgur.com/XyiFtlQ.jpg?1)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Rogue<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Gym<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>Sept. 7th,11:00 PM<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Kitty Pryde, CLOSED<br/><strong>Content:</strong>Rogue is working off some frustrations. It's not working.<br/><hr/><br/>Kitty's nerves about the moment at hand were unfounded. Rogue did seem tense, angry at first, yes--but in a matter of moments, the phaser would see the Southern belle practically deflate. Her jaw clenched, her hands tightened into firsts, but a quiver at her lips broke the tension almost as quickly as it settled in.<br/><br/>As the girl hid her hands behind her back, Rogue's gaze dropped to the floor. She scoffed at Kitty's lies, though she didn't have it in her to be angry at the brunette. Rogue was, in truth, exhausted, as it all seemed to be catching up with her in that moment, the adrenaline of her work out fading rapidly.<br/><br/>"Kitty...Ah live with her, Ah know what her bracelets mean. Don't mock me by lyin'..." she muttered, looking up at the girl as she asked if she wanted one. "Ah wasn't...good enough for them before. Why would Ah want one now?" With a depressed sigh, the girl trudged back to a bench to sit down on, putting her head in her hands. Did Kitty even know? Had Heather said a thing about them, or...? Well, probably not. There was no<em>them</em>. She had been an idiot to think that there was. "Ah guess Ah owe you...She was eager, Ah bet, huh?"