<hr/><div class="floatright">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/a9/7b/39/a97b3909bb12e4efb1d3d0aa74c828da.jpg)</div><div align="center"><strong>Name:</strong>  Rogue<br/><strong>Location:</strong> Common Room TV  <br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Sept. 4th, 8:00 PM <br/><strong>Tagging:</strong> Heather Donalds | Highlights, Kitty Pryde | Shadowcat<br/><strong>Content:</strong> Reacting. Emotions. </div><hr/><br/>Under any other circumstance, Rogue would have recoiled away from Heather clinging so closely to her. The hands on her, the face on her shoulder, all of it would have been too close, dangerously close, for both of them. All it would take to hurt the real-life Energizer Bunny would be the slightest of shifts, to have exposed skin touch exposed skin. It was by pure, dumb luck that didn't happen, as Heather whimpered and squirmed and reacted as she did to the news broadcast. And for her part, one of Rogue's gloved hands came up, gently patting and stroking through the hair of her roommate, trying to comfort her, before they separated.<br/><br/>Anger was how she dealt with such displays, as they had seen. She had been with the Brotherhood for too long to have any other reaction. She had been in her fair share of fights, and she had suffered her fair share of defeats, with the Brotherhood and the X-Men, that she didn't feel fear or dread. She knew how to cope with the coming storm.<br/><br/>It might not be the healthiest coping, but, it was coping.<br/><br/>"Your gonna be safe here, shugah," Rogue said softly, tying to bite the anger off, as she addressed Heather. Another pat to the girl's head, before encouraging her to move away with a gentle touch and push. She was realizing how close they were, and that...No. Not now. She shouldn't risk something now. "Xavier won't let nothin' happen. The military can't do nothin' here."<br/><br/>Then she looked at Kitty, as the girl sought to try and order her around. And, there went the tick box for the anger again...<br/><br/>"Hey, don't try bossin' me around," she said, eyes narrowing, "And don' you be tellin' me to shut up! What we say there we should be gettin' angry over! I'm so tired of just runnin' and hidin' while things get worse..." she spat, before sighing, "...Least the girl comin' here, and not goin' to one of the prisons..."