You know, I always wanted to have an adventure when I was young.
[Marie writes in the journal on a particularly cool day. It has her, in its own way, a little nostalgic. Though it's not as cold as she's been through before.]
When I was a teenager, I was going to go on a roadtrip across Canada. Even almost talked my boyfriend into going with me.
That kind of fell through, so I did it alone. Hitchhiking, but same basic route. Only got about halfway through it when I had to go somewhere else.
[Things had gone very wrong. But she wouldn't go into that for now.]
Never expected something like this, though. Guess it's the old saying, huh? "Be careful what you wish for."
b)
[The supplies on these islands aren't what she's used to, but, well. You get stuck somewhere for two weeks after your boat sinks and you have to doggy-paddle to shore...
You make due.
So, she's made stew. Using the meat, spices, and vegetables she found around here. Which included a lot of tasting and experimentation, but.]
Think it turned out pretty good. Have a taste.
[It's said as she puts a bowl in front of her fellow strandee.]
c)
[There are so many little pleasures to enjoy. The way an apple's skin feels in her hand as she inspects it. The warmth of the sun on her wrist as the cool wind blows over her flesh, too.
She hadn't really had enough time at the Institute to enjoy this. To really get used to not wearing her gloves.
But she can do it here. Because here, she isn't Rogue. She isn't a mutant. The only strange thing about her is the white in her hair, but she has that rolled up in other pieces of hair and pulled back, as hidden as she could make it.
She can actually smile and have every reason to do it.
Just a bit of shopping before she leaves Empieza with the crew she's signed up with. Which still sounds so weird to her. And, well, maybe she can run into someone or two she can recruit. The more the merrier, right?
Besides, better to not be alone in a place like this, she figures.]
Marie "Rogue" D'Ancanto | X-Men movies
You know, I always wanted to have an adventure when I was young.
[Marie writes in the journal on a particularly cool day. It has her, in its own way, a little nostalgic. Though it's not as cold as she's been through before.]
When I was a teenager, I was going to go on a roadtrip across Canada. Even almost talked my boyfriend into going with me.
That kind of fell through, so I did it alone. Hitchhiking, but same basic route. Only got about halfway through it when I had to go somewhere else.
[Things had gone very wrong. But she wouldn't go into that for now.]
Never expected something like this, though. Guess it's the old saying, huh? "Be careful what you wish for."
b)
[The supplies on these islands aren't what she's used to, but, well. You get stuck somewhere for two weeks after your boat sinks and you have to doggy-paddle to shore...
You make due.
So, she's made stew. Using the meat, spices, and vegetables she found around here. Which included a lot of tasting and experimentation, but.]
Think it turned out pretty good. Have a taste.
[It's said as she puts a bowl in front of her fellow strandee.]
c)
[There are so many little pleasures to enjoy. The way an apple's skin feels in her hand as she inspects it. The warmth of the sun on her wrist as the cool wind blows over her flesh, too.
She hadn't really had enough time at the Institute to enjoy this. To really get used to not wearing her gloves.
But she can do it here. Because here, she isn't Rogue. She isn't a mutant. The only strange thing about her is the white in her hair, but she has that rolled up in other pieces of hair and pulled back, as hidden as she could make it.
She can actually smile and have every reason to do it.
Just a bit of shopping before she leaves Empieza with the crew she's signed up with. Which still sounds so weird to her. And, well, maybe she can run into someone or two she can recruit. The more the merrier, right?
Besides, better to not be alone in a place like this, she figures.]