<hr/><div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/236x/fc/a3/96/fca3963fef59a0e11e890058c90b96be.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Rogue<br/><strong>Location:</strong>On the lawn, beside a tree<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>Thursday, September 7th, Noon-ish<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Camelia "Cam" Tuft | Venom, OPEN<br/><strong>Content:</strong>Having a picnic with friends.<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Same as photo<br/><hr/><br/>Rogue was not having a good day, at all. Skulking around the mansion in a bad mood, she more or less had a "FUCK OFF" sigh taped to her forehead. Other students at that came across her were giving the girl a wider berth that she was already afforded--the only thing worse than the girl that could kill you with a touch, was a pissed off girl that could kill you with a touch. The fact that her anger and depression was all directed inward didn't help matters any, as that day, everything that seemed to happen around her seemed designed solely to piss her off and ruin her mood and life even further. She hadn't gotten any sleep, as she refused to return to her bedroom and realized she had no other friends she really felt close enough to that wouldn't mind her waking them up at an unholy hour to be let inside. Breakfast had been avoided, because<em>she</em>would have been there.<br/><br/>And...<br/><br/>And...<br/><br/>It was all her own fault, and Rogue knew that. She hated to admit it, but she knew it. She had made a mistake, let her walls down, let herself believe, just for a minute, that someone might actually...She should have known better. That was all there was to it.<br/><br/>That was the mood that Cam had found her in. The girl, mindless of how sour of a mood Rogue was in, still insisted on dragging her out for a picnic. She had tried to decline, and offer excuses. Cam would have none of it though, and finally, talked her into getting the food. For her and more. Great...When she wanted to be alone, she would have be to surrounded by people. It was hard to tell Cam no, though, and so Rogue wandered off to find food. As far as friends went, Cam sometimes felt to be her closest, of the few she had. Their powers were similar. Though Cam had it luckier--she simply couldn't kiss. Rogue could never touch another person. There was a shared understanding between them though.<br/><br/>"Ah...don't really wan' talk about it..." she sighed heavily, plopping on the ground near Cam, dropping a basket that had random foods in it. Bread for sandwiches, a plate of assorted meats, cheese, some sliced fruits and veggies and dip...As the other girl touched her leg, Rogue flinched away, looking at her lap. "Sorry, Ah...Ah was jus' an idiot the otha' night. Should've known better..." she grumbled. "How you been, Cammy?"