Like a night light

"You’re a mutant too? COOL!" -She beamed.- “Sorry, I didn’t know…"

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Alison flicked her hair over her shoulder, “Yeah—now, what did you say about running away again?" Alison’s sort of shocked expression was replaced with that of deep concern, she didn’t really like the sound of what she had heard thus far.

"Oh no, not run away. I could never do that to my dad. I just..sneek out a lot. My powers allow me to travel through electrical objects that produce light."

#lightengale

[pocketlightbulb] started followin' you

How’d you know I was a mutant anyway? -Her head tilted some as she moved to sit down on a nearby bench, taking out a small journal. She begins to jot something down in it.-

[ Rogue blinks, watching her take a seat. ] Well. Just sorta assumed, honestly. Ya’ll know what this school is, an’ most non-mutants, well… [ She shrugs, taking a step closer to the bench without taking a seat. ] They don’t make it up this way often. Seemed like a natural.

I didn't even know about this school until someone told me....I heard it's been on tv and in the papers, but my dad doesn't let me watch anything but cartoons. I'm not allowed to read the paper, only my mythology books. -She nodded slightly.- I'm guessing you're one too?

#arouguedeviation

[pocketlightbulb] started followin' you

-A slight frown crosses onto her lips.- Oh no, I wish. My dad would never let me…but thanks for saying my name’s pretty. -Her smile returns very quickly, as if it was never gone to begin with.-

[ Rogue gives a takes a bit of pause. Ultimately, she does right thing and doesn’t point out the school’s on a recognized reservation. If she’s a mutant, she’s born with the right to be there. Probably—no definitely—better she have her folks’ permission, though. ]

Well, if he ever changes his mind, shugah, know you’re welcome.

How'd you know I was a mutant anyway? -Her head tilted some as she moved to sit down on a nearby bench, taking out a small journal. She begins to jot something down in it.-

[pocketlightbulb] started followin' you

Hi! -She smiles.- I’m Odel, what’s your name?

Not as pretty as Odel. [She pushes her hood back, smiling.] Ah’m Rogue. You enrollin’ here for the summer courses, shugah?

-A slight frown crosses onto her lips.- Oh no, I wish. My dad would never let me...but thanks for saying my name's pretty. -Her smile returns very quickly, as if it was never gone to begin with.-

[pocketlightbulb] started followin' you

Howdy, itty-bitty.

#nope!#I still need to do one of those #sorry

Hi! -She smiles.- I'm Odel, what's your name?

Boarding myself up in my room for the next few days.

I refuse to partake in ANY testing until my dad apologizes.

#open #someone #please

“…Uh no?” -She blinked. The women looked offended. Now she was confused.- “Did…Did I offend you in some way? I didn’t mean to…” -She shrugged as she moved to sit down on a bench.-

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Alison blinked, her expression smoothing out. “Oh, no, it’s fine really—I just, well, I’m a mutant myself. It just sounded like a rather funny question to me." Alison shrugged, a minuscule smile pulling at her lips.

#short #sorry #lightengale

"You're a mutant too? COOL!" -She beamed.- "Sorry, I didn't know..."

“Dad would never let me anyway…”

“Run away. Become awesome.”

“I’m already awesome. Plus, it would break my dad’s heart…so…”

"Ask to go to regular school, then."

"It's not that easy."

I hate it here!

I fuc-freaking hate it here. I'm sick of being stuck here, I'm sick of everything. I need a cigarette.

#open

“Dad would never let me anyway…”

“Run away. Become awesome.”

"I'm already awesome. Plus, it would break my dad's heart...so..."

“Nine….”

“…Or not. I think the youngest people I know are like, thirteen…okay well the youngest I know is like five or six but that’s Buttercup.

You’re too young to have a boyfriend. I mean, you’re a strong, independent girl who don’ need no boy.”

-She rolls her eyes.- “It’d just be nice to have someone to rely on other then my dad. You know? Plus, I’ve heard that a lot of girls my age have boyfriends.. ”

“That’s cray. Way too young for boys. And well, like, you can still rely on me, for whatever, but you don’t need a boyfriend. Just a dudefriend, you know?”

“Yeah, I guess.” -The answer was simple.- “It’s hard for me to meet kids my age anyway, since I don’t go to normal school.”

“I’d say you should come to the Jean Grey School, but we’re mostly teens, here.”

"Dad would never let me anyway..."

“Nine….”

“…Or not. I think the youngest people I know are like, thirteen…okay well the youngest I know is like five or six but that’s Buttercup.

You’re too young to have a boyfriend. I mean, you’re a strong, independent girl who don’ need no boy.”

-She rolls her eyes.- “It’d just be nice to have someone to rely on other then my dad. You know? Plus, I’ve heard that a lot of girls my age have boyfriends.. ”

“That’s cray. Way too young for boys. And well, like, you can still rely on me, for whatever, but you don’t need a boyfriend. Just a dudefriend, you know?”