<hr/><div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/A0Kp6TK.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Rahne Sinclaire<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Dorm Room<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>September 1st, 2017, Late Morning<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Laura Kinney | Wolverine, Antoinette Laevu | Marionette<br/><strong>Content:</strong>Shock and awe.<br/><hr/><br/>Neither girl seemed to notice or care about Rahne's sudden departure, something that both relived the copper-haired mutant...and gave her an odd sense of disappointment. That feeling was quickly shaken away, though. Laura was focused on her new uniform, and rightly so, as the girl's excitement over it couldn't be denied. Wanting to be noticed over that was nothing but a selfish, improper thought. Not that she wanted to be noticed! She didn't, as that was just as wrong and improper. Not with how she had been looking at Laura. Surely her friend would be outraged, that another girl would look at her in such a way. And she really didn't want to be on the receiving end of her friend's anger, having seen it in action a few times...It was not a thing she wanted to suffer, and find out if her own healing factor worked if she wasn't a wolf.<br/><br/>And then there was this new girl. That sly smirk she had flashed Laura, looking right past her and to the newly minted Wolverine as if she hadn't even been there. But those dark lips twitching like that, and...<br/><br/>"Stupid, stupid girl..." Rahne scolded herself, a hand gripping the cross she wore around her neck until the corners dug painfully into her palm. Letting out a sigh, she shook her head. Turning on the sink she cupped her hands under the flow of cold water, splashing her face. She could faintly hear the conversation in the room. The new girl was a new roommate, which gave Rahne a knot in her stomach. She had just gotten used to living with Laura, and now they were giving someone new? And what a way to make a first impression, running straight for the bathroom. "Hey a'hold of yerself, Rahne..."<br/><br/>Another splash of water on the face, grabbing her towel to dry her face off, and a few minutes to take long, controlled breaths, and she felt ready to face the two again. Cracking the bathroom door, she peeked out just to make sure Laura had clothes on again, before stepping out, a hand still nervously holding the cross.<br/><br/>"Sorry about that," she mumbled in apology, "Ah'm Rahne Sinclaire, pleasure to meet you..." she said, offering Netty a smile. Glancing at Laura, then, the smile widened some. Seeing her shimmy into the uniform bottoms made her blush again, but...at least she managed to keep her thoughts mostly clean. "Wow...That looks proper on you, Laura. Er, Ah mean...Wolverine."