<hr/><div class="floatright">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/a9/7b/39/a97b3909bb12e4efb1d3d0aa74c828da.jpg)</div><div class="floatleft">(http://www.newyorkera.com/wp-content/uploads/2016/12/Emma-Watson-HD-Images-2017-photos-Pictures-wallpapers-Download-54.jpg)</div><div align="center"><strong>Name:</strong> Rahne Sinclaire || Rogue<br/><strong>Location:</strong> Common Room TV  <br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Sept. 4th, 8:00 PM <br/><strong>Tagging:</strong> <em>Salvation and Yolande (on TV)</em>; Open<br/><strong>Content:</strong> Watching the news, reacting to the news--wondering why it's always New Jersey.</div><hr/><br/>Rogue made it a point to try and watch the news every night. After the chaos that had been her earlier years, and the things she had seen and done as a part of the Brotherhood of Mutants, staying in touch and up to date with the goings on in the country had some importance to her. Plus...She was still concerned for her few friends and family that remained in the group. They'd had little to say to her recently, in the rather rare encounters and moments they had to interact...The idea that some of them outright despised her, hated her, hurt her more than she was sure they would ever give themselves credit for. Especially her mother...<br/><br/>Others, though, she was just fine hating because the feeling was mutual anymore. While her friends, like the twins, she could still sympathize with and wish she could talk to again, those like Sabertooth she wouldn't mind kicking straight into a volcano. Now that she could see the Brotherhood's actions for what they were, and the brutal extremes many members went to, it had become harder to apologize for them.<br/><br/>People had to understand, though, that mutants had no other choice.<br/><br/>"Migh' as well see what lies the media is spoutin' today..." Rogue huffed, as she flopped onto the couch. She was feeling a bit better that day, evident by her choice of clothing. A rather snug fitting dark pink top (the pink was not her fault--some punk that had color manipulation powers had gotten a slapped across the face Southern-style by a glove, and she didn't feel like changing), long sleeved of course, and tight black pants showed off the Southern belle's beauty. Brown hair let loose, her white streak falling in front of an eye, her ever-present black gloves and her boots...She felt pretty that day. Possibly because she felt like herself that day, with no unwanted, stolen memories bouncing around in her head. Only one other girl was in the lounge, a cute little redhead, curled up on a recliner with a book, reading. "Hey, Red, you mind if little ol' me changes the chanel?"<br/><br/>Rogue flashed the girl a winning grin, her voice startling her from her reading. It was the nickname that startled Rahne so--typically only Laura called her Red. But she didn't see her roommate around, her green eyes settling on the brunette. Her cheeks colored slightly, but she shook her head, a hand running back through her hair. Her red hair was pulled back that day, and the sweater she wore pulled to a side, showing off her shoulder and some neck, her silver cross necklace on display over the dark blue material.<br/><br/>"Oh, no...G'head..." she said, the Scottish brogue sounding odd in echo of the Southern accent of the other girl. Rogue just nodded her thanks, and started clicking through the channels.<br/><br/>"What ya readin' over there?" Rogue asked, curiosity peaked. "Oh, dunno if we met...You new here? You can call me Rogue."<br/><br/>"No, dun think we've met," Rahne said, offering a gentle smile, "Ah'm Rahne. And Ah'm just reading Luke..."<br/><br/>"...Ya mean the Bible?" Rogue asked, and when the girl gave a sheepish nod, Rogue chuckled some. "Hah...That's nice. Not many pay attention to the book anymore..."<br/><br/>The conversation was ended when the news finally clicked on. The special report caught the attention of both girls, and for different reasons. Rogue sat up, no longer lounging, feet on the floor as she frowned at the screen. She had heard enough government propaganda to know nothing at all being said was good. Rahne also felt a nervous ball of tension forming in her stomach, but for different reasons. While many students at the school were American, and thus had a different kind of stake in what was going on. She didn't want to end up being deported, after all, and return to her home where the people who tried to murder her before could get their hands on her again.<br/><br/>Both girls gasped from the live feed as this armor-clad soldier burst into some girl's room in New Jersey.<br/><br/>"What the fuck!? He can't do that! Just bursting in?" Rogue shouted at the television, already pissed off and seething. Rahne, just curled in on herself, shaking her head as she watched it. She did well enough in Professor Howlett's history class to know what was coming next.<br/><br/>"Don't resist, please don't resist..." she whispered to herself.<br/><br/>But the girl resisted. Rogue let out a bit of a cheer for the girl as she knocked "Salvation" around some, and they ended up on the street. Rogue was still pissed, but she was looking forward to seeing this girl whoop the soldier's ass. It was a pity Magneto wasn't there to swoop in and really teach him a lesson...Rahne just held her Bible to her chest, and pulled her knees up, watching the TV, more worried for the mutant's safety than for the government to be embarrassed. Rogue's shouting at the television was likely to draw the attention of others around, though, as a few other students started to wander in and see what was going on...