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Sept 18, 2014 3:31:25 GMT
Tag me @rogue
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Post by eloquentnovelist on Aug 27, 2014 0:38:49 GMT
Her name was Marie...
The sound of it made her kick the dirt beneath her boot. Marie was exactly who Pyro had described. She was weak, and normal. There was absolutely nothing special about her. She was afraid, like all humans. She didn't belong with Xavier's school anymore. She had traded in her teaching career for a life on the road and the first destination was the south.
Things were never going to be easy for her. Not that she expected it to be. What kind of life was without conflict? But to have the life she had thrust upon her? It made her feel powerless, even when she had powers.
For now, she was holed up at a bar as a server behind the bar. Strictly drinks for her. When she was hired, she was hired under the name Anna. Marie and Rogue wee a thing of the past. There was no need to carry that kind of baggage her whole life.
It was a typical Thursday night. Crowd was a bit slow, but there were some travelers on the road that needed a drink before continuing the rest of their journey out of town. Anna made her rounds with the drinks and even took some new orders before heading back behind the counter, dumping some glasses in the sink and whipping out some fresh ones and sliding them under the tap.
At least the tips were good. A sweet little number like her was able to keep the conversation going with her patrons, enough to dial up that southern charm and keep the cash flow rolling in. Hey, it was a living. [Tag: Raven]
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