[ ooc: I'll match your format; Rogue's Pines info is here. ]
one: waking up
She was in a hospital, that much had been apparent when she'd woken up to an unsmiling nurse looking down at her. A nurse she didn't recognize, but who told her there had been an accident, that's why she felt so tired - she'd been in a coma for weeks, it was perfectly natural that her memory was a little foggy. Natural or not, Marie didn't like it, and she didn't like being there in that room.
The nurse's last instructions were to stay put and wait for the doctor to come by, but as soon as the woman left, Marie was climbing out of bed, stumbling weakly over to the window to look out at a town that she didn't recognize. I can't stay here. That was the one thought running through her mind, that being there in that room was wrong, that she couldn't be confined any longer and she had to go. So she did.
The hospital gown left too much of her skin uncovered, though, so when a quick search of the room turned up nothing even resembling actual clothing, Marie took the sheet on the bed with her, wrapping it around herself so her arms were mostly covered. She was a mutant, she remembered that along with her name, and that touching anyone with her skin would end very badly. The tattoo on her inner left arm reading M4867 is paid no attention for the moment. The strange stripe of white at the front of her hair was a bit harder to ignore.
Stepping quietly from the room, Marie took a quick look around and turned down the opposite hall from where she heard people talking.
two: out in the cold
Even with the added layer of the sheet over her hospital gown, Marie had been half frozen within minutes of stepping outside. It had seemed to take forever for her to reach the Sheriff's station where she'd heard she could find her things, and when she did arrive and claim her few possessions... Well, she must have a very unique sense of style to wear a grey bodysuit. Maybe it had been for some sort of costume party? Did she even go to those sorts of things? It was warmer than the hospital gown, at least, and with the boots and gloves she was well covered and not as likely to hurt someone. The long dark green coat helped against the chill as well, and it was a sore temptation to put up the hood to cover her hair that she'd already noticed wasn't at all like anyone else's.
It was also tempting to immediately search for the house that matched the key she had tucked in her pocket, but seeing the town that was supposed to be her home seemed like a better option. So she set off down Main Street, peering at the shops and restaurants, feeling completely out of place and probably looking it too.
three: home sweet home [closed to housemates]
The house was huge. From the outside, Marie figured there had to be at least three bedrooms, maybe four, and plenty of other space. It was designed to accommodate a large family, that much was clear, but... did she have a family? Was this where she lived with them, or was she alone? Holding the key in her gloved hand, she took a deep breath before walking up the driveway and unlocking the front door.
rogue | various | open + closed
one: waking up
She was in a hospital, that much had been apparent when she'd woken up to an unsmiling nurse looking down at her. A nurse she didn't recognize, but who told her there had been an accident, that's why she felt so tired - she'd been in a coma for weeks, it was perfectly natural that her memory was a little foggy. Natural or not, Marie didn't like it, and she didn't like being there in that room.
The nurse's last instructions were to stay put and wait for the doctor to come by, but as soon as the woman left, Marie was climbing out of bed, stumbling weakly over to the window to look out at a town that she didn't recognize. I can't stay here. That was the one thought running through her mind, that being there in that room was wrong, that she couldn't be confined any longer and she had to go. So she did.
The hospital gown left too much of her skin uncovered, though, so when a quick search of the room turned up nothing even resembling actual clothing, Marie took the sheet on the bed with her, wrapping it around herself so her arms were mostly covered. She was a mutant, she remembered that along with her name, and that touching anyone with her skin would end very badly. The tattoo on her inner left arm reading M4867 is paid no attention for the moment. The strange stripe of white at the front of her hair was a bit harder to ignore.
Stepping quietly from the room, Marie took a quick look around and turned down the opposite hall from where she heard people talking.
two: out in the cold
Even with the added layer of the sheet over her hospital gown, Marie had been half frozen within minutes of stepping outside. It had seemed to take forever for her to reach the Sheriff's station where she'd heard she could find her things, and when she did arrive and claim her few possessions... Well, she must have a very unique sense of style to wear a grey bodysuit. Maybe it had been for some sort of costume party? Did she even go to those sorts of things? It was warmer than the hospital gown, at least, and with the boots and gloves she was well covered and not as likely to hurt someone. The long dark green coat helped against the chill as well, and it was a sore temptation to put up the hood to cover her hair that she'd already noticed wasn't at all like anyone else's.
It was also tempting to immediately search for the house that matched the key she had tucked in her pocket, but seeing the town that was supposed to be her home seemed like a better option. So she set off down Main Street, peering at the shops and restaurants, feeling completely out of place and probably looking it too.
three: home sweet home [closed to housemates]
The house was huge. From the outside, Marie figured there had to be at least three bedrooms, maybe four, and plenty of other space. It was designed to accommodate a large family, that much was clear, but... did she have a family? Was this where she lived with them, or was she alone? Holding the key in her gloved hand, she took a deep breath before walking up the driveway and unlocking the front door.