[open log] Cooooold

[canstillkickass.livejournal.com]

Characters: Rogue, PEOPLES
Setting: Outside the mansion
Content: ...stuff?
Status: OPEN OPEN OPEN OMG OPEN

[Rogue's decided that she really doesn't like treadmills and is therefore somewhat bundled up so she can take a run outside the lake instead. Logan's been pushing her in training and she's really not fond of feeling like she's going to keel over after every training session. Her solution to this is to work out more and that involves running. In the cold. She's starting to second guess this solution thing.]

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[canadamantium.livejournal.com]

[Logan's out for a walk, his thinking cap is on, which means he's smoking a cigar and stalking around like an animal on the paths. He hears the crunch of footsteps ahead and moves to the side, somehow blending into the scenery. When he sees Rogue he chuckles, shaking his head and the amount of bundling she's done. He steps out to make himself known as she comes around the corner.]

Don't tell me you're cold. When I was a kid, we used to get ten times as much snow, and it got a lot colder.

[canstillkickass.livejournal.com]

Yeah and you had to walk ten miles in the snow to go to school, I know. [The cold is making her just a liiiiiittle bit testy today which is really no surprise. She's also glaring just a little bit mostly because she can. Also because this isn't a training session so she's just the tiniest bit less concerned about getting her ass kicked. Tiniest.]

Crystal's comment title sounds so totally dirty...

[canadamantium.livejournal.com]

Darlin', back in my day I didn't go to school. [He grins toothily at her.] I hauled ass up mountains to get to the mines.

YEAH WELL... YOU WEAR A JACKET!

[kickasstelekine.livejournal.com]

She's gonna spam me all night long. :|

[canstillkickass.livejournal.com]

Ain't the point. [Grumble grumble glare.] Is everyone just gonna keep making fun of me for this cold hatred thing?

Can I point out how silly this is: Frozen Tundra in Canada, Verdant Summer in Weschester. TY Sto

[canadamantium.livejournal.com]

Darlin', for someone who hates the cold you have no sense of geography. Remember, when I met you you were hitchhiking across Canada. In the winter. Without a parka. [He shakes his head.] You coulda froze to death hiding in my trailer.

I AM GOING TO SPAM YOU SO HARD BRIA

[kickasstelekine.livejournal.com]

[Julian's out for a run too, because Julian is like a gladiator. He never backs down. He can't be tamed. Etc, etc. He too is bundled up and is embarking on his run from the opposite direction, so luckily enough our lovebirds meet in the middle, and quite unexpectedly.

He slows as he approaches her, his lips pulling up into a quizzical smile.]

Thought it was too cold for you out here, sugar.

[It's really no secret Rogue is a princess about chilliness.]

OMG YAY SPAM

[canstillkickass.livejournal.com]

[She's just going to glare at him. Look, she's from MISSISSIPPI DAMNIT. They don't do cold there and she's not going to pretend to like it.] I got sick of the trainin' room downstairs. Don't think I could take another run starin' at that damn wall.

SPAM IS DELICIOUS

[kickasstelekine.livejournal.com]

[That comment provokes a grin from him, and a raised brow that is just as teasing as it is flirtatious.] So how long until you're tired of staring at the snow?

NOM NOM NOM

[canstillkickass.livejournal.com]

I'm trying to set a new record this time. [She folds her arms across her chest, trying to keep a straight face as she deadpans.]

yummyyyyy

[kickasstelekine.livejournal.com]

Wow, sweetheart. I'm impressed. I didn't think you had one to beat. [By this time he's in front of her, chest heaving with the exertion from running. It's not cold enough for gloves anymore, which he's really regretting for the first time in his life; the truth is he hates the cold almost as much as she does. But he'll still take hold of her waist and pull her stubborn form against him regardless.]

SPAM SPAM SPAM SPAM SPAMMMMMMY SPAM

[fireaholic.livejournal.com]

[John is outside and taking a walk because he can and because he's got a lot of shit on his mind. Apparently walks help. It's certainly better than being cooped up inside that small fucking room surrounded by the leftover shit Kevin didn't take.

And really, that's why John's outside: Kevin. To get away from reminders of Kevin, despite the fact that the kid is all he can think about. That and the ticking clock that brings John closer to rescuing the idiot from the Brotherhood and subsequently facilitating the massacre of said group. Said group that used to be his home and yet he feels next to nothing about being responsible for its very fatal destruction.

He's got a bright flame dancing around his fingers, partly to give himself something to do absentmindedly and partly to ward off the cold.

When he hears the soft thudding of Rogue's footsteps, he looks up, his morose expression filtering away as he raises an eyebrow.]

[canstillkickass.livejournal.com]

[Oo look. She can raise an eyebrow right back. Okay and so maybe a part of her kind of wishes that she was better at this whole power recalling thing so she could steal some of that fire. Or maybe she just focuses on this whole cold thing a bit too much.

And then Rogue uses the part of her brain that's not focuses on being sarcastic as hell with him and slows her pace a fair bit.]

Y'alright there, sugah?

[fireaholic.livejournal.com]

[Like all olive branches and gestures of kindness, John sneers a bit in response, looking at Rogue with hard eyes and a shut down expression. It's easy enough to twist his lips into something resembling a smirk. Because like hell is he going to honestly answer that question. Ever.]

I'm touched. Didn't know you cared.

[canstillkickass.livejournal.com]

[She shrugs, too irritated by the cold to really give a damn that John's being his usual bitchy self.] I'm sure I don't but I'll make a mental note not to ask next time.

[fireaholic.livejournal.com]

[He laughs at that, a low chuckle, turning away from her for a moment. It's not so much that what she says is funny; she's just funny.

John licks his lips, extinguishing the flames in his hand only to pull his light from his pocket and play with the warmed metal.]

That time of the month already?

if you thought I was done spamming, you were wrong

[trainedweapon.livejournal.com]

[Laura on this trail because this is Laura, and who knows why she does what she does and goes where she goes. Right now it's to escape the insides of the mansion for a little while. She's bundled up in Logan's old jacket, arms across her chest.

There's a sharp turn up ahead, and Laura, of course, hears and smells Rogue before she rounds the path. Laura slides out of the way just in time to avoid a collision, but they pass close and nearly bump into each other.]

[canstillkickass.livejournal.com]

[Rogue does her best to move out of the way, even if her reflexes aren't quite as fast as the younger girl's. Not bumping is good though. She flashes a quick apologetic smile anyways.] Sorry, didn't hear you coming.

[trainedweapon.livejournal.com]

I heard you. No harm done. [Laura says this quietly, casting wide, blank eyes towards Rogue, her hands stuffed into the pockets of her jacket. Her lips aren't quite in a smile; her expression is not unfriendly, merely cataloguing in a way only Laura can impose without being invasive. She is studying you, Rogue.]

[canstillkickass.livejournal.com]

[The studying makes Rogue shift her weight, trying not to show her discomfort but probably failing because, well, this is Laura we're talking about. Rogue's just not a fan of this sort of scrutiny. She likes being more of an unknown, a variable if you will.]

[golden-elixir.livejournal.com]

[Rogue passes Josh, seated on the mansion front steps, taking a bit of a rest. He's just finished his run, and is only clad in a T-shirt and shorts, looking about as comfortable as if the weather were appropriate for that.]

Hey.

[canstillkickass.livejournal.com]

Hey. [Rogue pauses, not having quite started her run yet. The shorts get a raised eyebrow from her.] You ain't freezing in just that?

[golden-elixir.livejournal.com]

[Josh waves nonchalantly at her, a funny little "who, me?" gesture.]

I'm regulating my body temperature. It's crazy. I'm even scaring myself over here.

JUST INTERRUPTING HERE TO SAY:

[petitebelette.livejournal.com]

AHAHAHA JOSH IS SO CUTE

[canstillkickass.livejournal.com]

Uh-huh. [Rogue bites back a grin, not completely succeeding though.] Anyone ever told you before that you might be a bit crazy, sugah?