<hr/><div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/Ryw8S5q.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Laura Kinney | Wolverine<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Dorm room shared between Laura, Rahne and Antoinette<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>September 1st, 2017, late morning<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Rahne Sinclaire, Netty | Marionette<br/><strong>Content:</strong>Unlike the hesitant Rahne, Laura boasts about her powers and shares a snippet of her gruesome history<br/><hr/><br/>Laura had lived a terrible life before being taken in by Logan and Professor Xavier. She had lived on the streets, stealing and selling her body to survive, being taken advantage of by men three, four times her age. It had been more than two years ago since they'd rescued her, but she could still remember what it felt like to be looked at like a piece of meat, some flesh to use and enjoy and discard. When Netty stared her down from across the room, she felt a familiar sense of being appraised, but... It was also different. She didn't sense any hostility in Netty's posture, no threatening intent lacing her words as she greeted Rahne, explained her powers, and asked about their own. Laura didn't understand it consciously, but her mind recognized some of the signals Netty was sending her. Rahne had sometimes looked at her like that, but always with hesitation, fear. Netty seemed almost amused in contrast, and Laura took the bait that was left for her as she felt a desire to get closer to Netty.<br/><br/>She stood off her bed, and angled first for the plate of food set out on her desk. It wasn't a look she gave her roommate often, but Laura glanced back at Rahne, sitting on her bed, and flashed the girl an honest, appreciative smile. Sometimes it wasn't so bad to have Rahne pretending to be her mother; She was starving, but because of her intriguing new roommate, Laura didn't want to leave the room, either. As Rahne hesitantly explained her mutant power to Netty, Laura began to slice up her egg with a fork, green eyes flicking between the others. Rahne was nervous, clutching her cross, the scent of the oil on her fingers smudging the metal as strong as the fat, meat and spice of the sausage links on her plate. Everything made Rahne nervous, it seemed, but her mutation was such a taboo subject that Laura had never pushed the Scot to demonstrate or explain further. She didn't understand her friend's hesitation, but she respected it, and Laura felt an impulsive need to protect Rahne from being asked to show her powers off.<br/><br/><strong>"I do a lot, really,"</strong>Laura began to explain, shyly avoiding Netty's eyes as she took slow steps closer to the dark-skinned girl. A few feet away from Netty's bed, Laura slunk down to her knees, carefully balancing the edge of her plate at the top of her thigh so she could continue to eat.<strong>"I have a healing factor. I heal like, instantly."</strong>Laura began to stab at her potatoes, shoveling big heaps into her mouth, eyes occasionally glancing up at Netty, suddenly so self-conscious about the piggish way that she ate. Laura slowed her pace and actually chewed some of her food and swallowed it before she continued to speak.<strong>"I have heightened senses. I could hear and smell you before you even walked in here."</strong>The mutant gave an impish grin, devilishly proud of her keen eyes, ears and nose that so often gave her the upper hand, even in trivial situations like this.<br/><br/><strong>"And,"</strong>she began, growing visibly excited, eyes wide and almost crazy-looking. She was feeling more fearless than before when she had felt so bashful, now unafraid to stare right into Netty's dark eyes. Laura dropped her fork onto her plate and held up her now free hand, showing the back of it to the other girl. Then, a tiny droplet of blood appeared on her skin, in the space between the knuckles of her middle and index finger. Slowly, a shimmering metal blade began to slither out from that bloody dot, and a moment later, one long adamantium claw, as sharp as sin, was held up in front of Laura's face.<strong>"Bastards that cloned me thought this would make me a better child soldier. And they were right."</strong>She was practically panting with excitement as she regaled Netty with her vile tale, and then brought her claw down to stab into one of the sausage links, carefully skewering it and bringing it to her lips where she bit it off and chewed it down.<br/><br/>It wasn't that she liked to be grotesque and scare people. Her heart was beating with terror as she exposed herself and her horrifying past. In truth, she wanted someone to know and understand... She wanted someone to care. But she couldn't just tell Netty or Rahne to care, and she couldn't<em>pretend</em>to care whether they cared or not. And she couldn't tell the professor or Legion how she felt because talking to them made her want to fling herself out of the nearest window, which she'd already done at least once. Laura was a foolish teenager, she couldn't comprehend her complex feelings, but she found herself staring daggers into Netty's eyes, waiting for any type of reaction, good or bad.