<hr/><div class="floatleft">(http://blogs.psychcentral.com/creative-mind/files/2013/08/EmmaWatson5.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Rahne Sinclaire<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Mansion Dining Hall<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>Saturday, Sept. 2, 2017: Evening<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Open<br/><strong>Content:</strong>Rahne tries to eat dinner. Some guys disagree.<br/><hr/><br/>Rahne had yet to really recover from her less-than-assuring meeting with Professor Xavier earlier in the day. A sudden relapse into old, dark thoughts had led to a discussion that even now she was sure the elderly man was angry at her for. She had asked him to do something he had taken a firm stand against. And after some time alone to sit and think, the girl had realized how selfish and awful she had been for asking that of him. She definitely needed to apologize...But how?<br/><br/>She had no answer for that.<br/><br/>She had no answer for a lot of the thoughts and concerns in her head, and to that end, she had spent most of the day alone. Any plans she had made with her roommate and her few other friends at the school had been ignored, as she stayed out in the forested area around the school. The clearing she had found, the simple little meadow with a creek running through it, she had sat in. Sat, and thought, and prayed, and maybe cried a little bit. If anyone had come looking for her, she never knew it. Not that she imagined many would. The professor would give her space, classes hadn't started yet so the professors wouldn't care, and Laura was probably still too high on could nine with her Wolverine uniform to notice she was gone. They didn't spend much of their days together anyway, not enough an absence would be missed. If anything, the girl was probably just happy Rahne wasn't cleaning their room again...<br/><br/>But by dinner time, hunger compelled her to return to the mansion. The smells of the dining hall lured her in quickly, and it was with a small small she realized her favorite meal was on the menu. A slow roasted beef, seasoned quite well...Mashed red potatoes, skin in, brown gravy, a vegetable medley...Enough to cheer the wolf shifter up. So soon enough she had a plate and a table to herself in the dining hall.<br/><br/>"Hey hey hey...Look who we have here, the puppy!!" came a rather loud, annoying voice. Rahne's stomach dropped the second she heard it...Markus Markle had been a bane on her existence since she had arrived at the school. A wealthy mutant, coming from a rather prominent family in Upper New York, he had fixated on her from day one. He absolutely loved being a mutant, and the fact Rahne was having her powers dampened and weakened did not sit well with him. Add in how quiet and reserved she was, and the bully couldn't help but zero in on her. "Didn't see you in the power control stuff the other day...C'mon, babe, you know you gotta have fun and wolf out! Let me in, I want to hear you howl. Awoooo!" he mocked her, his ego, larger than the Empire State Building, unable to accept there as a girl that would turn him down. As Rahne had been for months...<br/><br/>He sat down across the table from her, some of his buddies surrounding the table. Rahne immediately tensed up, and a part of her wondered just what she had done to deserve all of this today. Another part answered--it was her penance for all her sinful thoughts the day before, about Laura and Netty.<br/><br/>"Leave m' alone...Ah just want t' eat dinner..."<br/><br/>"Well, you sure have enough there, sheesh...Maybe you should start pigging out instead of wolfing out. You still being a disgrace to mutant kind, blocking your powers and all that? You know, if you just let me show you how...good a time you're missing..."<br/><br/>"Ah said, leave m' alone!" she grumbled, but the boys only laughed and mocked her, while Markus scowled. He had been trying to get into her pants for a while, and he wasn't used to being told no.<br/><br/>"You'd stop turning me down if you knew what's good for you. Or maybe I should get a pair of tits, is that more your speed?" he snapped at her, and stood up. "You know, I try to be nice to you, but you always just have to be such a bitch...Heh, you know, that's true, isn't it?"<br/><br/>Rahne felt a hand grab her hair, and before she could protest, her face was shoved down into her food. The shock at the action kept her as still as the hand would have on its own, and then she felt something slip around her neck, pulled tight before she heard a clicking sound. Her hands flew to her neck, fingers prying at the strap of leather...They had slapped a collar on her. Rahne jumped up from her seat, shoving back the boy that had put her face into her plate, gravy and mashed potatoes covering some of her skin, and she rounded on the kid behind her.<br/><br/>"You bastard!" she shouted, possibly the first time she had ever raised her voice at the school. But the boys just laughed, one swiping potatoes off of her face with a finger. In her mind, the wolf that Charles had chained and restrained growled, and started to stir, testing the chains. The physical result was Rahne snapping at the finger that came in to get more potatoes, her cheeks crimson in embarrassment, her hands clenched into fists at her sides. But, the slender Scottish girl was hardly intimidating.<br/><br/>"Oooh, the puppy bites! And that language, tsk, better muzzle her Johnny," Markus laughed. They'd come prepared for this. They just hadn't figured she'd be baited quite so easily. So one boy grabbed her, and Johnny, the one that put the collar on her, pulled another item from his backpack. A muzzle, like the type used on dogs in he pound. With one boy holding her down, pushing her back onto the table, Johnny forced it around her head, and like the collar, locked it in place. The key he dangled in front of her face, before tossing it to Markus, who just clutched it in his fist. His first glowed red, his powers were heat based, and he dropped the melted lump on the table. "Oops..." he snickered.<br/><br/>Rahne was in shock. Mind reeling at what was happening, she just tried to claw the muzzle off of her face. Tears threatening to spill from her eyes, she looked around the dining hall. Most students there were just staring in shock at the commotion, but no one was really making a move to help her. She started forward, trying to run off, when a foot tripped her, and she fell hard to her hands and knees.<br/><br/>"Bitches get around on all fours, Rahne," Markus said, kneeling next to her and grabbing her by the hair. "Don't tell me no next time..." he spat, and shoved her away. Markus and his group of three laughed as Rahne just started to scramble away...This was not her day.