91/After Class

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After Class
Date of Scene: 20 April 2017
Location: Classroom - Xavier's School
Synopsis: Rogue and Charlotte get to know one another after class.
Cast of Characters: Rogue, Charlotte Maynard




Rogue has posed:
School had let out for the day and most kids were rushing around in the hallways going between locations throughout the building. Most were congregating in the rec room at this hour while others were braving the great outdoors.

Rogue however, was seated in one of the classrooms in one of the chairs in the front row. It had been a Scott Summers class, but Scott had already stepped out to go back to his office. Rogue was seated at her desk in the front-middle and she was humming a little tune while continuing to write some things down off of the chalk board on the wall she was facing. She's wearing a long dark green dress and some brown leather boots, with a black cardigan on over the upper half of her body. Her two-toned hair is brushed finely today and she looks rather content and relaxed as she copies notes down, with legs crossed and one foot bouncing to whatever song was going on inside her head.

Charlotte Maynard has posed:
Surprisingly, the door to the classroom opens.

One of the quieter girls in the school steps through it, though she has to duck to get through, since the average height of a bedroom door (which a lot of the classrooms used to be) is a good twenty centimeters shorter than she is. Charlotte is also looking at her phone at the same time, which may excuse why she doesn't actually see that there is anybody in the room when she squeezes inside.

Charlotte might be known to Rogue, at least in a vague sense. She came to the school three weeks ago, maybe - less than a month but not by much - and has been somewhat quiet and withdrawn in the strange (to her) environment. She is currently wearing a pair of jeans that actually seem to fit, more or less, and a T-shirt that is a little too short for her.

Typically, Charlotte likes to hide out after classes for a while. She doesn't like to hang out in the rec room all the time, and she's been too shy to do much outside; she's good at sports but it alternately feels like cheating and like she's going to do something horribly stupid and embarrass herself for life. So she's brought her backpack, which contains her laptop, and is just going to hide out in one of the side rooms.

She gets all the way to the window, which she is going to sit under (she doesn't bother with the desks after class) when she finally looks up and sees there is someone else in the room. Someone she recognizes, though more from rumor than truth because they're not in the same year. Crao, she thinks, she can't leave here /now/.

Rogue has posed:
The door to the classroom had been mostly open, but when it opened entirely and Charlotte came inside Rogue turned her eyes to the large girl enter. She smiled softly but didn't say nothing quite yet. She went back to writing on her notepad and copying down the stuff scrubbled on the chalk board, it looked like math equations.

Once Rogue finished copying what she needed down, she looked over at Charlotte and saw that the girl had noticed her. Looks like she hadn't expected anyone to be in here. "So this is where ya hide afte'ah classes, huh?" Rogue asked then in her thick southern accented voice. "I noticed that ya seem t'vanish and there ain't no bette'ah place to hide than in class rooms afte'ah clases are done. All the rest'a the school stays the hell outta these rooms when they don't gotta be in them."

Rogue showed a grin then and glanced back at her stuff on the half-desk she was seated at.

Charlotte Maynard has posed:
"Uh, yeah."

Charlotte keeps her distance, though she doesn't seem to be about to abandon the room; she seats herself under the window, legs crossed, and hunches over slightly - well, she has an excuse, she's balancing a laptop on her knees now. She doesn't straighten. "I don't think everyone likes a new person coming in all of a sudden." Which isn't the real reason.

She starts to add something else to explain herself further, but thinks better of it, closing her mouth. Then she blurts out, anyway: "What about you? People say ... well, you're not down there all the time, either." Charlotte looks up from her computer, right at Rogue; with the distance between them, the rumors about Rogue being dangerous seem less of a problem. It's not like she can touch her from /there/.

Rogue has posed:
Rogue would grin at the girl's words and she'd shake her head side to side. "I'm a weirdo who just doesn't do well in crowds. Sides, folks around here think I'mma kill'em if they brush up against me... So... in hopes of not wantin' t'make people all... ya know, freakin' uncomfortable... I just kinda stay away. Its for their best interests, I guess." She said, lifting her pen up to her lips to chew lightly on the end of it for a second.

Rogue looked over to Charlotte then. "You stay away cause you feel insecure or shy or somethin?" She asked all straight forward-like. "I mean, ya don't gotta be. Mosta the folks around here are real pleasant people. Like... nuclear family kinda pleasant. Its a little creepy for a girl like me who's been livin' on the streets for awhile as of a few months ago."

Charlotte Maynard has posed:
Charlotte Maynard leaves the laptop on her knee. She doesn't do much with it otherwise.

"Do you?" she asks, equally suddenly. "Kill people, I mean, or hurt them." Her cheeks redden just a little - that was an awfully forward question - but she kind of wants to know. Then again, if she could, would she announce it? Charlotte doesn't know Rogue well enough to tell if she's being joked with.

She shifts slightly, stretching her legs out. "I kind of stick out," she says, a little sheepishly. "I mean, I know it's not as bad as it could be, but I feel weird when people look at me. Or when I hit my head again..." Charlotte seems a lot less shy when she's being spoken to here, but maybe having only one person around who is possibly as weird as she is helps.

Rogue has posed:
Rogue smiled softly at what the other said and she gently nodded her head. After a lingering silence she simpley replied. "Yes." to the question of whether or not she kills people. "But its only if they touch my skin to their own. Some'a the kids around here seem t'think its just being near me, but its not like that." She shook her head gently side to side. "Its why I wear gloves'n bundle up even when its hotter than the devil's balls outside." A soft smirk was shown then toward the other.

"Ya shouldn't be ashamed of yourself just cause you're big. It means you're intimidatin'." She said with a grin for the other.

Charlotte Maynard has posed:
"...oh."

Charlotte was actually kind of hoping for it to not be true. That it is, even if it isn't quite the same way she heard it from listening in to rumours, is a little worrying. "...sorry. Until I came here I didn't, um, know a lot of mutants. Can I say it that way? I wasn't expecting everything to be the way it is here, really. I'm sorry about the ...gloves and stuff."

She lets out a sound somewhere between a laugh and a snort. "It still feels weird. And I can't get anything that fits right, I don't know where to go and look. So I order big stuff online, but the shirts are all for fat guys and they're never long enough, and I only know one place to get pants... if they try to teach me to use my power I don't /know/ what I'll do."

That was way more than Charlotte has ever said about herself in public before. She shuts up, looking at her knees instead.

Rogue has posed:
Rogue smiled at this information spoken from Charlotte and she gently nodded her head. "I can totally understand the clothin' issues... yeah. I'm not sure what I'd do in your situation." She thought about it for the briefest of moments. "Maybe go around ressed up like a Jedi or somethin', ya know... baggy robes'n such. That'd be kinda comfortable, ya know? Like ya got a blanket whereve'ah you're at." She showed a light grin then.

"Not too stylish though, which I know is kinda what we're all tryin' t'aim for. Lookin' good'n such." She shook her head side to side. "We're a vain vain society, Missy." She said then with a heavy exhale while sorting some of the notebook papers on her desk.

"If anyone gives ya any shit though, just let me know an' I'll put'em in their place for ya." She offered this protection service with a little smile. "Free'a charge security."

Charlotte Maynard has posed:
"That, um, /really/ doesn't solve everything. The robes, I mean. And not that comfortable..." Charlotte looks even more flustered for a moment. "And it'd probably look like I was trying to wear a bedsheet or something, so you're right about /that/."

Charlotte finally looks up from her knees again. "I don't think you need to do that." She doesn't want a reputation for being scary, after all, and though Rogue already /has/ one, that doesn't mean she necessarily wants to make it worse. "I just haven't been here very long so I don't know - I've never been the unpopular girl before." She's not really now either, but she's a lot closer than she's used to being.

Suddenly, she rises. She gathers her laptop and bag and slides over to a closer spot to Rogue - still against the wall, still a chair or two away, but not as far. "I'm Charlotte," she says. "Charlotte Maynard."

Rogue has posed:
Rogue wasn't sure exactly what kind of girl she was talking to here and now. A girl that used to worry about popularity and such? Then a mutation that altered her physical appearance probably -would- make her quite depressed.

When Charlotte moved a little closer and introduced herself, Rogue looked over at her, past the white bangs that framed her face. "I like that name. Charlotte." She repaeted it and showed a small smile. "I'm Marie, though most call me Rogue. Up to you which you want t'use, I like'em both about the same."

Rogue looked back at her homework then and added onto her words. "Ya shouldn't worry about populrity'n such. Once ya graduate, ain't none'a that stuff matte'ahs no more."

Charlotte Maynard has posed:
Charlotte Maynard seems more confused and uncertain than really depressed, but she /is/ used to being remembered as one of the pretty girls. (Which she still is, if you don't mind the scale.) She might not have been queen of the classroom, but she fit in a lot better than she does here.

"Really? A lot of people don't," Charlotte says. "I don't mind it. I guess that's kind of a silly thing to say, it's not like I've ever had another one." She smiles. "At least I usually don't have to share it with anyone else in a class."

She tilts her head slightly. Rogue doesn't even sound like a name to her. "Okay, Marie," she says, agreeably. She's starting to relax, at least a little bit. "I know it doesn't, really. I mean, it matters /now/, but it won't later. But it's still hard to know they're looking, or... whatever. I thought you'd get that."

Rogue has posed:
Rogue gently nodded her head then as she tapped her pen ontop of her notebook. "I mean, yeah, I get it for sure. Its especially rough with cute guys that I like too." She said this and then looked back over at Charlotte. "Lotta them respond real good t'me, up until they find out about my mutation. Then its totally splitsville an' I'm left there just standin' like a god damn reverse bug zappe'ah."

Rogue cleared her throat a little before continuing. "You know what the real messed up part of it is? My gosh damn head makes me think its cause I'm uglier than I think I am. I mean, I look at myself in the mirror and I think I see a pretty person there. But then, I can't get a date or a boyfriend or anythin' close t'that an' my head starts tellin' me all kinds'a negative shit that makes my mood totally tank."

She glanced back to Charlotte then. "So I think I get it, at least maybe more than some around here do."

Charlotte Maynard has posed:
"I haven't even tried, since," Charlotte admits. God, why did she put it /that/ way? But it's good to finally, finally get to talk to someone else. She's social, and missed it. "I mean... dates. I guess... it would be harder for you, because it doesn't show. Not all of mine shows, but enough does that they figure it out. And anyway, guys don't like girls who are stronger than they are."

She means herself. She doesn't know Rogue can do that, too.

Charlotte looks up at Rogue. She seems to be kind of investigating, almost thoughtful. "You are," she says, afterwards. "I mean... I don't ever try dressing like that, but that's a different thing, and you said you needed to. I think you're taller than I used to be - I'm not real good at guessing, honestly - but you look good. So... yeah. It's not that. It's the other."

"It's kind of horrible to think that's all it is, though," Charlotte says with a sigh. "I don't feel like I should even /try/ anymore."

Rogue has posed:
Rogue grinned at what the other said and she nodded her head two small times. "I hear ya... totally do. Its hard t'even bothe'ah tryin' but... I don't know." She shrugged her shoulders inside that black sweater jacket she had on. "This, where we are right now, is way bette'ah than where I was this time last year." She glanced over at Charlotte. "I was legit, livin' unde'ah a bridge. Like a god damn troll." She showed a smirk then before looking back at her desk.

"Thank ya for the reassurance that its my mutation and not my fugly mug. I do try t'take compliments t'heart and all that."

Marie shook her head then. "Maybe these mutations are gifts in disguise though. Cause, ya know, eventually maybe we'll meet someone who likes us for us, rathe'ah than something else. They gotta be out there, right? There's tons'a damn people on this planet..."

Charlotte Maynard has posed:
"Really?" Charlotte wouldn't have guessed that. She thought when Rogue said she was on the street that it was a short-term thing, like she was travelling away from angry parents or something...

It actually makes her feel vaguely guilty. /She/ didn't have anything like that. Her parents still spoke to her, though they seemed relieved that she was studying somewhere else. Though, she had nothing to do with Rogue's situation, so she knows she shouldn't. "...I'm sorry to hear that. You're here now though, right? I mean - " She trails off.

She smiles a little at the end. "Maybe. It's nice to think that," she says, before looking around to see if there are any guys or teachers around. Since there are not, she lowers her voice slightly, adding more confidentially, "Half the time I think the only thing they'd care about if I stood up straight is that, well... my chest is about eye level for most guys now." She only flushes a little bit in embarrassment.

Rogue has posed:
Rogue was looking at her homework, reading it absently mindedly, while listening to the other's words and she gently nodded her head. "Couldn't be happier t'be here. This place is like livin' in a castle. I feel like a... I don't wanna say Princess... cause princesses are giant bitches... but... not sure what else to phrase it as." She grinned and glanced back at Charlotte.

"You're gonna do just fine with the men. Bein' all huge'n stuff means ya got the big tatas. Thats all it takes t'get the guys all riled up... Just shimmy'em around some in those faces that are all eye-level with ya, an' they'll just fall all ove'ah themselves t'do whateve'ah ya want."

Rogue flashed the other a big grin. "I'm a terrible influence though, so maybe don't listen t'me."

Charlotte Maynard has posed:
"Like you belong?" Charlotte sounds a little wistful. She doesn't really feel like she does yet. Maybe someday. "It's certainly... big. I've never gone to a school like this before. I went to public school. We didn't have anything like this - of course, I didn't sleep at it, either."

The rest of it, though...

That wasn't the answer Charlotte expected from Rogue. She turns slightly darker red and puts her head in her hands, an expression more theatrical than anything else. "God, don't remind me," she says, through her hands, before peeking through her fingers at Rogue. She's grinning behind her hands - embarrassed, yes, but in a good way. "Trust me, I know they're big. Do you know hard it is to find bras now? I swear I'm going to take Home Ec just to learn how to make my own."

She pauses. "Do they do Home Ec here?" She must not be in that class.

Rogue has posed:
Rogue laughed softly, a sweet and amused little sound. She nodded her head several quick times then. "Yeah, I think they do. I've heard some'a the kids talkin' about it. I don't think its a very big group, but it probably depends on the age bracket of the class. Some'a the classes here are mixed grade levels too, in orde'ah to teach as much as they can with more ears and eyes in the same room togethe'ah."

"I'd try t'learn how t'make my own clothes too... but, I got a lot on my plate as it stands already." She glanced back to Charlotte. "I dropped outta public school when I was fourteen. I'm eighteen now. So I gotta test my way through the years I missed. Which sucks, cause I'm dealin' with all kinds of..." She raised her gloved right hand up to the side of her head and whirled her finger around. "Mental problems... so t'speak."

Charlotte Maynard has posed:
"I might have to take it," Charlotte says, thoughtfully. This isn't even a joke; trying to learn how to sew and cook and everything else would be useful. Though working with small tools doesn't exactly thrill her. Oh well. She's going to have to learn eventually, right?

Mental problems? Charlotte knows better than to ask about that. It feels rude, prying even; like she's been given a secret and doesn't know what to do with it. The 'so to speak' in particular confuses her. "Umm," she says, non-committally. "Are you doing okay with the tests then? I didn't realize you were that much older than me - I'll be seventeen in three months. I bet that keeps you busy, though..."

Rogue has posed:
Rogue nodded her head a couple quick times then and smiled. "I'm doing just fine so far. I mean... readin' sucks, but, gotta do it. I want that highschool diploma and not some shitty knock off, ya know?"

She turned back to her homework and looked down at it, her right hand went up to sweep that snow-white hair back behind her right ear as she moved her stuff around on her desk. "My mutation... it pulls othe'ah people's thoughts an memories... an personalities straight inta my own head and outta theirs. So... its, hard... but its gotten bette'ah since I got here."

She glanced back at Charlotte. "It was gettin' so bad that I was losing weeks at a time, when anothe'ah personality would take ove'ah my mind. I'd wake up, like days late'ah, in strange places. Not havin' any idea what had happened."

Charlotte Maynard has posed:
Honestly, Charlotte doesn't mind reading... to a point. She's been doing enough of it when hiding out in the school, though, that she's actually doing better in some of her classes than she expected to be.

"I thought it hurt people," Charlotte says, before realizing that one, that was kind of an asshole thing to say, and two, it could be both. What would having your memories and personalities - your self - pulled at feel like? She shivers.

She apologizes, "Sorry. I shouldn't have said that. That... sounds horrible. Mine's nothing like that. It's annoying and can be embarassing but it's not... that. But you're doing better now, right? You said it wasn't so bad since you came here. So you don't get lost, or lose time now?"

Rogue has posed:
Rogue's head shook side to side and she showed Charlotte a small smile. "No getting lost or losin' myself since comin' here, no. The Professah said he could help and he has been. He says he's been sortin' the thoughts inside my head inta more manageable places..." She smirked. "I mean, its kind of embarrasin' havin' him up inside my noggin lookin' at stuff like that, but shit... at least I'm not wakin' up in a muddy field surrounded by a buncha sticks that I tied strings around t'make'em look like rifles."

Rogue shook her head side to side. "People don't get 'hurt' so much as just drop down inta permanent comas, thats how it works. Soul sucka..." She sighed and looked back at her books and notepads. "Thats why I'm the 'Grim Reape'ah'." She used the nickname several students use for her.

"We all got our bugbears t'deal with though, huh?"

Charlotte Maynard has posed:
Charlotte Maynard has met the Professor but has generally tried to stay out of his way. "I don't think I'd like to have anyone rooting though my head like that," she admits. "Embarrassing sounds like just the beginning. But if it helps..." Who ties sticks together like that? Charlotte can't imagine what memory Rogue must have gotten to want to do something like that.

She listens to what Rogue says about her powers. Slightly downcast, Charlotte says, "I didn't know. ...yeah, I guess we do. I'm sorry to hear that. But whatever they say, you've been the first person about my age I could really talk to here, so... thanks. 'Grim Reaper' or not, I appreciate it."

Rogue has posed:
Rogue turned in her desk to face the other gal and she smiled at her. "Hey. I like t'help people." She told her. "So, Miss Charlotte, if'ns you eve'ah need t'rant at someone. You just track me down. I plan t'stick around here for awhile since this place is as damn great as it is. I need t'make sure the place remains safe'n all."

Rogue picked up her leather duffle bag beside her desk and started to stuff her things into it. "So don't be shy around me. I'll take it as a personal slight against my awesome'n charmin' persoanlity." She flashed a big smile at Charlotte then. "Ya gotta let me know when you're makin' bras too. So I don't have t'waste money on any more of'em." She laughed again then and went to stand up from her desk. "I'mma go run back t'me room now though, get ready for the dinnerland. Hopin' they got some breakfast options. Cause breakfast for d dinne'ah is about the best thing around."

Charlotte Maynard has posed:
Charlotte Maynard also likes to help people, but she hasn't been doing so much of that lately. Maybe soon.

"Well, I'm pretty sure I'm stuck here for a while too," Charlotte says, with a smile. "So, um, all right. Thanks. I mean that."

She grins, suddenly, in response. She might be embarassed but she's better at hiding it this time. "I think that miiight be a while," Charlotte admits. "They seem complicated and I've never sewed anything more complicated than a seam. But... sure. I'll probably see you later. I should do some work before I go down, too, so, maybe I'll see you later." Charlotte never misses dinner. Or any other meal.

She feels a lot better about her time at the school, though. So there's that.