<div class="floatleft">(https://ist5-2.filesor.com/pimpandhost.com/5/3/2/5/53250/7/6/1/o/761or/Mystique_l.jpg)</div><strong>Code Name</strong>: Mystique<br/><strong>Real Name</strong>: Raven Darkholme<br/><strong>Location</strong>:  Infirmary<br/><strong>Date/Time</strong>: Monday the 7th of September (2015) - 12:10 pm<br/><strong>Tagging</strong>: Bishop, Warren, Puck / open<br/><strong>Content</strong>: Decision to leave is made<br/><strong>Wearing</strong>:<div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">This</div><div class="spoiler_body">(https://ist5-2.filesor.com/pimpandhost.com/5/3/2/5/53250/7/d/G/i/7dGiu/lusciousnet_raven-darkholme-strippe_1758286285.jpg)</div></div><br/><hr/>Well it hit her hard when Rogue did not come.   She looked to the newcomer and had listen to Puck engage Lucas.   One thing for certain she did not belong here.    She had turned her back on this a long time ago and well she knew the reason.   An it glared her right in the face.   She stood up then, looked at the chairs.  It felt like a interrogation was about to begin.    She mused to herself,  and rightly so she truly had not done anything to give them a reason to trust her.<br/><br/>"It's better you or any of you do not know.   It is apparent I have made a mistake in coming to see Anna Marie.  One I shall rectify with leaving.  As my fight is not your problem."<br/><br/>With that she would start towards the door of the infirmary.    The layout of the mansion is much as it had been years ago.   She knew her way around.  She would not drag them into this.   She would leave Rogue to her life.   As it is apparent she did not want anything to do with her.     Xavier was her past and should remain so.    The one called Wanda who sought something, seem way too hormonal.   An most of the way Lucas looked at her.   Was a complication that she truly did not need.   There was a death hit out on her and to survive it she needed to keep a clear head and remain focused and not become a wall flower wilting in the shadows of the X-men.   The last thought filtering through as she moves past Warren.<br/><br/><br/><br/>