<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/21rvowH.jpg)</div><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;"><strong>Rogue</strong></span><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Anna Marie (but prefers Rogue)<br/><strong>Age:</strong>25<br/><strong>Gender Identity:</strong>Female<br/><strong>Location/Time:</strong>Outside | Early Evening<br/><strong>Description/Wearing:</strong>Green dress (https://i.imgur.com/xlOmrV9.png), black pumps (https://i.imgur.com/SUa9vXR.jpg), matching black gloves (https://i.imgur.com/2BkqCwY.jpg), and a sheer pair of stockings<br/><br/><hr/><br/>How could anyone concentrate like this?! Rogue's eyes darted from Jean's lips, to Scott's lips, back and forth as they tried to help her by keeping her focused on them instead of the lusty fog in the corner of her eye. She tried reading their lips as they spoke, trying to give input to what she should do with the Phoenix. And all the while, she could hear a ticking in her ears, like a timer counting down to ignite the world. Her chest was feeling tight, tears beginning to glaze her eyes as she looked back and forth between them, searching for answers in their words before...<br/><br/>"Stop!"<br/><br/>She yelled the single word, closing her eyes tightly and craddling her head as she curled into her knees. This headache was about to split her skull in two! But just as she yelled, everything stopped. There was no more ticking, no more grunts and squeals, no more instructions from her fellow X-Men. The silence filled everything, including her head, stopping the narration that had been making it hard to focus on anything but the fact that this all was up to her to fix.<br/><br/>When she opened her eyes, she was no longer curled up in the snow outside of the X-Mansion. The sun was shining, reflecting off the water of the Missippi River while she knelt on the dock, waiting for the riverboat to come to a halt in front of her. The soft roar of waves crashing onto the shore filled her ears, bringing her attention behind her as she finally stood up. As she turned her head towards the direction of the treeline, more sounds began to fill her ears: birds. They were singing in the trees, urging her to step closer, which she did until the thud of a ramp dropping onto the dock startled her enough to look back at the riverboat. First in line to get off the boat was Jean, followed by Scott behind her, but Rogue didn't walk up to greet them on the dock.<br/><br/>"This way!" she called to them both before turning back around and disappearing into the trees. She needed to find what she was looking for. There was a force that urged her forward, deeper into the forest. "Jean! Keep up!" she called as she glanced back over her shoulder while her body moved towards the cry of a lost, motherless animal.