<hr/><div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/A0Kp6TK.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Rahne Sinclaire<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Dorm Room<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>September 1st, 2017, Late Morning<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Laura Kinney | Wolverine, Antoinette Laevu | Marionette<br/><strong>Content:</strong>Starting to feel just<em>slightly</em>like a third wheel.<br/><hr/><br/>Rahne couldn't help but notice the way that Netty and Laura continued to look at each other. Living in the orphanage, she had become very skilled at reading body language. She had to, to pick out the subtle ticks of the Reverend to try and predict his mood. Was he angry, and in a mood to strike her? Or was he annoyed by something, something she had minutes to fix and spare herself suffering through the annoyance becoming anger? So picking up on<em>something</em>between her two roommates was fairly easy.<br/><br/>Interpreting it was harder. She'd never guess that Laura's more talkativeness was an attempt to spare her from talking much about her own powers. The new Wolverine, she knew, was proud of her skill and abilities anyway, and a chance to talk and show off was probably right up her ego's alley. Emerald eyes just watched as Laura walked over to Netty's bed, crouching near her while eating. And then slowing her eating, as if suddenly self-conscious...That was interesting. And Netty's smirk and smile in return, her praise on Laura's abilities...Rahne shook her head, trying to rid herself of her thoughts. She felt the sudden pang of jealousy, for reasons she refused to to address. It was wrong. Very, very wrong.<br/><br/>Netty, thankfully, snapped her from her thoughts when she commented on her abilities.<br/><br/>"Ah...s'pose you can say it like that, mhm," she just said in agreement, as Netty described her as a werewolf on demand. Her cheeks reddened slightly as the girl continued on to call the two of them the coolest, though. "Ah wouldn't go that far...Wolverine, definitely, she's one o' the best fighters here, period. But Ah'm...not really..." she said, passing off another bit of praise for Laura's ego, while shying away from such herself. Netty probably wouldn't think the same if she knew she hated her powers--she hated being a mutant. She hated being feared and hated, all because of someone beyond her control. Being born the way she had been wasn't her fault. Being accused of the sin of existing was a hard one to cope with.<br/><br/>Her eyes shifted from Netty, to Laura, and back to Netty. Cheeks flushing again, she stood up, letting go of the cross at her neck. She had to busy herself, or this wouldn't end well. And so she started to busy herself around the room, focusing on her areas, organizing her desk, re-sorting her books, the most prominent of which was an old Bible, sitting at the corner of her desk to be easily reached from the bed. It looked like it had seen a lot of use, and was quite old. Faded thin pages, that "old book smell" of having survived decades...Moira told her it had belonged to her birth mother, and as such, it was one of Rahne's most treasured possessions. A brush of her hand dusted off the non-existent layer of dust on the cover, as fingers traced the wording on the leather cover, before she started to organize her school books and papers, not sure how to be a part of the conversation without being a downer on the matter.<br/><br/>Though, occasional glances at Laura's messy bed, hinted she was considering tidying it up again the moment the girl left the room. Until then, she murmured quietly to herself.<br/><br/>"...should meet with Professor Howlett again, see if he's free this weekend for practice...Meeting with Professor Xavier tomorrow, check my mental block. Mm...Oh, I thought I lost this..." she hummed, pulling up a charcoal sketch she had made of the mansion from the outside, the detail practically making it a black and white photo. Smiling softly, she set that aside on her desk. "Wonder if my sketchbook is in here...Where did I put that..." Yes, the girl was one that would talk softly to herself when trying to distract herself from something.