<hr/><div class="floatleft">(http://scontent.cdninstagram.com/t51.2885-15/e35/13381189_236387550075587_999398268_n.jpg?ig_cache_key=MTI3MDM1MDIwOTYwMzcyODQ4MA%3D%3D.2&amp;se=7)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Blackout (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=261894.msg12962174#msg12962174)<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Lounge<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>Sept. 3rd, 5:00 PM<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Hijack (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=261894.msg12965881#msg12965881)<br/><strong>Content:</strong>Watching Television.<br/><hr/><br/>Blackout sat crosslegged in a chair, a sketchpad resting on her knees.  She had taken up drawing when she arrived at the Mansion and she still wasn't very good at it if she was honest.  But it was a way to pass the time and people didn't tend to bother her too much if she was drawing.  Case in point, the other girl that she was currently sharing the room with had taken one look at her, seen the sketchpad in her lap, and ignored her, opting instead to sit down and flip on the television.  This was fine with Blackout as the lounge was a common area that was open for all of them to use, but she did roll her eyes just a little bit when the girl decided to watch the news.  As if there was anything but bad news to be found there, but yet so many of their number had a rapt fascination with it, so it wasn't at all uncommon.  And given she didn't feel like moving, she just tried to tune it out and focus on her drawing.<br/><br/>She had dabbled in a number of different styles and subjects.  She was absolutely lousy at landscapes and objects were fifty-fifty for her.  However, she found that she did portraits fairly well and she'd focused on those, usually drawing anyone that would sit still long enough for her to get a clear profile.  She had been working on one of Bishop, who she saw enough of to be able to visualize him in her mind's eye, but now with an actual subject in her view, she decided to go ahead and start a new sketch.  Flipping to a clean page, and noting that she would need a new sketch pad very soon since she only had a handful of pages left in this one, she would look at the girl for a moment before she started to outline the frame of her face.  It took a few tries and a bit of erasing until she was satisfied with it and then she would move on to the hair, which usually took her the longest since that was where even a single line out of place could ruin the image.<br/><br/>By the time she was pleased with it, nearly an hour had passed and she needed to stretch.  Setting her pencil down, she would stretch her arms up into the air, twisting her neck as she heard several cracks.  As she did this, she looked at the television and saw that it was currently airing an interview with a Senator, the man's name not even registering in her mind, talking about Mutant Registration and how it was a good idea by making it sound like it would protect mutants.  He used the recent, and brutal, increase in attacks on mutants by normal people.  His argument that had they been registered, the police would've been able to protect them better was so ridiculous that Blackout could help but laugh darkly at the comments.  This caused the other girl to realize that she was currently paying attention to the television and looked over at Blackout, nodding gravely, apparently agreeing with the sentiment that her dark laugh expressed.<br/><br/><em>"I can't believe he expects people to buy this shit,"</em>the girl said,<em>"If anything, the registration would only make it worse."</em><br/><br/>Blackout had to agree with that statement.  Anytime a registration act took place, it only made it worse for the group that it registered.  However, she really didn't want to get too involved in this conversation as she absolutely hated talking politics.  It was something that had driven her absolutely crazy even before she learned of her powers.  She remembered other students trying to talk politics and sounding ridiculous and she didn't want any part of that, not now and not ever.  But she had to say something, otherwise it might invite the other girl to continue talking.  So she thought fast and decided on an answer that had suited her for years and years.<br/><br/><strong>"Yeah, it will,"</strong>she noted,<strong>"But we're already here and safe, so it's not our problem, is it?  Besides, we're talking about other mutants.  If they don't want to be messed with, maybe they should learn how to fight back and defend themselves."</strong><br/><br/>Ignoring the dark look that that earned her from the other girl, Blackout would return to her sketching.  Clearly upset by what Blackout had said, but not willing to fight or argue with the girl, who had a reputation for always being in the training rooms and being fairly power, she decided to take the high road.  Standing up, she turned off the television and stormed out of the room, which was perfectly alright with Blackout.  Little did she know that he comment had been heard by more than just that girl......