Thread: Joker & Rogue

[gloves]

WHO: George Tilyou and Priscilla Owens
WHERE: the Tilyou beach house
WHEN: sometime during this event
WHAT: Rogue stops by the Tilyou safe house on her way through whatever town this is in.

When she arrived at the Tilyou beach house, Rogue wore the clothes of someone who had been in a pretty bad scuffle. The odd part was that she didn’t have a single injury. The arm of her coat and the sleeve beneath it had been sliced clean through, and blood had seeped into and stiffened the fabric, but the skin below was unblemished. Her left glove had a tear from the inside of her wrist to the bottom of her palm, but her hand was perfectly intact. Even her forehead, which had a bit of blood smeared across it (and anyone who looked closely enough might notice the faint speckles of red in the white streak of her hair) was scrape and cut free. She rarely stayed in occupied homes, and even when she did on her way through whatever town she was in, she was always gone before dawn the next day. But this one had come highly recommended from one of her contacts in the resistance. And, well, scratch-free or not, she looked tired. As in: just walked through any army of pro-government assholes to get to this place. That wasn’t completely accurate, but it was close enough if anyone started asking questions about why she looked so rough around the edges. She hadn’t really expected a beachfront home, though. When she’d been told “it’s on the beach” she’d also figured the ocean thing was being played up. And that “it’s on the beach” really meant “you can get to the beach if you walk a mile through traffic”. In contrast, this was almost idyllic. Especially for people that helped metas. Sure, she expected government cronies to be living the high life on their yachts and in their summer homes. But it was a pleasant surprise for someone who spent more time catching a few hours of sleep in abandoned buildings or sleeping bags than in an actual bed. With any luck the owner would also have food. When someone came to the door after she’d hit the doorbell, Rogue didn’t even wait to see who it was before saying a brusque, “Sorry so late. I got held up.”