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 Posted: Thu Jul 10, 2014 6:14 pm
Arkham Asylum is located on the outskirts of Gotham City, and is where those of Batman's foes considered to be legally insane are incarcerated. Although it has had numerous administrators, its current head is Jeremiah Arkham. The Asylum does not have a good record, at least with regard to the high profile cases; escapes are frequent and those who are 'cured' and released tend to re-offend. Originally known as Mercey Mansion, the hospital was run by Amadeus Arkham. Arkham himself was slowly driven insane shortly following the grisly murder of his wife and child by a lunatic named Martin "Mad Dog" Hawkins. Dying inside his own hospital, custodianship of Arkham Asylum was passed down to his nephew, Jeremiah. After a couple of disasters, Jeremiah Arkham installed the most state-of-the-art security measures when he took control of the asylum. Video recorders were installed in every room and corridor with two guards stationed on every level twenty-four hours a day to discourage bribery. Even Arkham himself was required to present identification to access various levels of the hospital. All exterior windows at Arkham were installed with heat detectors and microwave motion detectors. Magnetic foils in the walls were used to block radio waves from penetrating locked cells.
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Posted: Sat Jul 12, 2014 10:24 am
 Slowly, Marie came to strapped down on a ... cot she thought. Eventually, the Southerner's green eyes focus on a florescent light overhead. For a few moments, Rogue tried to look around, but something around her neck was restricting her movement. Rolling her eyes in annoyance, Rogue attempted to use her strength to break free. Marie glanced around in confusion as the restraints held. The Lady X-Man's struggles become more and more frantic and desperate, Oh Gawd, dey... dey... neutralized mah powers! Dey.... De thing on mah neck! It's gotta be!............................... On an office desk within Arkham, lay an open file from Gotham Police detailing their encounter with the Mississippi native. According to the report, the subject had been throwing cars around possibly in a fight with Bane. Before this young woman calling herself Rogue was apprehended, she crushed a patrolman's pistol within her hand and attempted to fly off. The first attempt to subdue her with a high powered tazer, a second personality seemed to emerge. At first, this 'Rogue' seemed to have a Southern drawl, then a Boston accent. After rendering this woman unconscious, the police saw fit to send this unknown woman to Arkham's tender mercies....
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Posted: Mon Jul 14, 2014 9:08 pm
 Dr. Ralcon "Voltair" von Voltari
The door creaked open, loudly in the silence of her chamber. The sound of leather tipped boots greeted the sound against the steel manufactured box she was trapped within, the heavy door closing and sliding to be locked.
Footsteps came and slowly made their way around to Rogue's right said. The fluorescent light, bright in her face, didn't help much to discern past his bright white lab coat and thin, rubber blue gloves. A matting of brown hair though was visible, as well as the shadow of a hideous smile, not reminiscent of the some of the residents of Arkham who wore such a smile, with an eye that glowed somewhat ominously in the back drop light of the fluorescent light.
"You'd be right...Ms....Anna Marie, aka "Rogue"." the Doctor spoke in a hissing tone, like a viper locked in a cage with it's next meal. In his hands, he was clearly now holding a portfolio with paperwork, "That nice little collar is the helpful invention of our very own Lexcorp. My name is Doctor Ralcon von Voltari...I will be your medical examiner for the duration of your stay with us..."
He snapped the portfolio closed, smiling more as he lifted a hand to push his glasses to his face, "Now, Ms. Marie, we don't know terribly much about you, you haven't given our police department much to work with, only your name before detaining you. If you'll be so kind as to be a polite little thing, and fill in the blanks for us, we can start evaluating you. The quicker this goes, the easier it'll be on you...believe me."
Like spiders, trickling, dropping,
Palm open, fingers wide,
Give into the festering, like a dove leaping,
Let me crush you at my abide.
This sick poem emanated in the doctor's mind as he looked over his patient, some of the words lisping out in very low whispers but barely anything intelligible to be heard clearly in here, except for perhaps a few words. The doctor's heart raced, eager, wanting very much to get to the core of this woman and soon...emotionally...and physically.
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Posted: Mon Jul 14, 2014 9:57 pm
Rogue, Prisoner of Arkham Green eyes attempt to give the 'good doctor' a death glare. Internally, The Lady X-Man felt something was .... off with this man. Marie wasn't sure, because she didn't have a clear view of his face from the overhead florescent light. Reflexively, Marie's eye brows knit together, "Alrawght, Ah'll bite... What kind doc are ya? Although, Ah'll tahke a pair of aspirin. Ah gotta a splittin headache.... An' were ys just..... hummin somethin, Doc?Alarm bells still rang in Rogue's head. Something about Dr. Voltair's voice, that edge that seemed to be masked with politeness. Also of some concern, was Dr. Voltair's blue latex gloves. After half a moment, her green eyes seemed to look over the gloves, and then attempt to look back at the young doctor's eyes.
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Posted: Mon Jul 14, 2014 10:24 pm
Dr. Ralcon "Voltair" von Voltari
"Mmm...that acsent...quite lovely. Southern...back eastern dialect. Perhaps near Alabama or Georgia...that's a good start. As for me, dear, I'm what someone like you would call a head shrink. I get probin' in all your little childhood problems and history, and I decide whether or not if you're a complete head case...or if you're perfectly fine."
He moved the light a bit away from her face to illuminate the general areas. His mahogany red eyes could easily be seen now behind his glasses, his smile having thinned but retained an almost vile nature, almost serpent-like.
"My apologies in advance for the collar...until we can assume one way or the other if you're going to be a problem, we just can't take chances you see...you killed a couple officers in a fit of yours. You've been labeled dangerous...unstable."
Kindred, spun in death,
Webbed, come forth,
Like flies to be eaten,
Now until the end of Eden.
He moved towards the back shelf of his office, opening a cabinet and produced a yellow colored capsule carrier, opening it up to bring out two, yellowish hazel capsules, speaking as he did so, "Normally patients aren't given medication, but since your psyche-eval isn't going on right now, I can wave that for your comfort. A couple of these and that troublesome pain will go away."
He also brought a cup of water along with him, intending to feed the drugs to her orally, holding the two in one hand as the other pulled on a nob next to her bedding, causing the track to elevate for her to takes her pills. Holding up the pills, he was nowwaiting for her, "Now...say ah."
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Posted: Tue Jul 15, 2014 8:11 pm
Rogue, Prisoner of Arkham  Rogue's expression was one of confusion, when Dr. Voltair mentioned about her killing two police officers, "Dat.... Ain't rahight. Ah didn't kill no Yankee cops! Doc, ya gotta believe meh. Ah didn't kill nobody! Ah was fightin dis big monster luchador on steroids. He had dis hose runnin from de back of his mask to his arms and his back. He tossed de cars, and hit de cabbie.... Ah swear to ya, Doc, it wasn't meh!" As Doctor Voltair grabbed the pills and water, Marie had tears rolling down her face, "Ya gotta believe meh, don't cha Doc?" Rogue tearfully watched the psychiatrist produce the pills with the water, as he elevated her back by using the powered lift. Being extremely vulnerable right now, emotionally Rogue felt like she was grasping at straws -- hoping that somebody here will actually help her. Dutifully, Rogue took the pills one at a time and sipped water to swallow them, maintaining eye contact with Doctor Voltair... Nightmare The Blasphemy Which pic do you like better?
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Posted: Wed Jul 16, 2014 12:01 am
Skuld HJG I like the second one better. Ties more to the comics I think. The first seems too reminiscent of movie Rogue.
The doctor smiled a bit more, not the most wonderful thing to see in someone's life. He raised a hand, giving a caress to her cheek, acting all too well as if he cared about her well being. With the insurgence of villains and heroes appearing in their world, Racon just couldn't want nothing more than to strap a hero to his table. He'd always wanted Batman as much as any of his colleagues, but he could settle for less. Especially a female one.
"This all must be overwhelming for you...I'm familiar with the one you speak of, Bane is his name...but collateral damage is damage done I'm afraid. It's not my choice whether to believe or disbelief your case, I'm here to see if you're as much a danger as reports seemed to have spoken..."
Underneath the console to the controls of her seat, his hand moved from her towards it. Unbeknownst to her, he pressed in a small electronic key. With the press of this button, the walls of the room began to give a low light of colors, circulating in an odd rhythm of orange, reds and purple hues, pieces moving to give an elaborate illusion that the room was undulating, as if they were in the belly of some creature with lights moving about like ghost. While the common person may have seen this and understood a trick, very much different would soon be hatching in the mind of Rogue.
Reality would surely distort and her fears, what they me have been, would begin to writhe in this new nightmare. And if in her terror and vonfusion she would look to Racon, she would see his eye sockets becoming black and wide, a torn up, fleshy smile stretching from ear to ear as he cackled maniacally, now fully breaking into macabre recital.
"Verily, verily!
From the grave of your mind!
Blood cast hands,
And grim reprimands,
You are here to be judged,
Court and bludgeoned,
To a jury of your demons!
Writh! Writhe!
The Black Smile comeths!
Open wide,
And scream to Underworld's tour guide!"
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Posted: Thu Jul 17, 2014 5:36 pm
Rogue, Prisoner of Arkham When Dr. Voltaire had gently caressed Rogue's cheek, the young woman had practically leaned her face and towards the caress. With Rogue's power, intimate relations or even simple embraces were impossible. Marie had always longed for such an embrace – with her loneliness overwhelming her common sense. The "good doctor" probably would've noticed a slight hitch to Marie's breath the moment he touched her. Unfortunately, this was not the tender moment the Lady X-Man had actually hoped and longed for her entire life. When Rogue had swallowed the pair of yellow pills that Dr. Voltaire had produced, Marie had felt an odd sensation that felt like a cold pit of dread emanating out of her stomach. That's when the Southerner noticed that the room seem to undulate from the strobing light that the psychiatrist had activated. Ghostly whispers began to assault the young woman's ears – voices that were familiar to her. These voices came from the the din of all the people the young mutant had absorbed through her short life. Professor Charles Xavier had helped Marie build mental walls to shield them from her consciousness. However, this time it felt as if the well-built dam had broken loose. Every consciousness that Rogue had touched was now free and no longer under any control. Green eyes began to scan the room, and the Lady X-Man could see the shadowy faces of those freed prisoners of her subconscious glaring at her with malicious intent. Rogue's green eyes now seem to be filled with startled fear, and began to try to break free of her confinement on the gurney, "No. Dis can't be happening. Not dis again... STAY AWAY!!! DON'T TOUCH MEH!!! DON'T HURT MEH!!! .... Ah'm sorry!!! Ah'm sooooo sorry!!! Mercy, please...."The poor sobbing woman seemed to lose Dr. Voltaire's leering black smile, because now the other faces that Rogue was now seeing began to match the black eyeholes and black long smile shown by the doctor. Voltaire could clearly see that Rogue was nearing a state of panic. Nightmare The Blasphemy Did some research on what Rogue might wig out on.
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Posted: Sat Jul 19, 2014 11:32 pm
Skuld HJG Very interesting :p Seemed like a logical thing considering her powers and, I'm assuming, by how you described the situation, this means this Rogue hasn't learned to turn the skin thing on and off yet.
The Doctor loudly cackled, both the insulated walls and her own trauma probably keeping her from fully experiencing his diabolical extremes. He almost felt shamed in this because as he watched her, her eyes darting everywhere told him that he wasn't her sole worry at this moment. She has skeletons in the closet it seemed.
The smile twisted somewhat at a corner, taking an almost half frown state in his smile, "Pity...I'm too used to the lime light, but, this just makes you a much more interesting curiosity. Looks like you've already got enough bats in the belfry to be here...joyous!"
He let loose a few new cackles, letting her stew in her insane juices for a while longer before moving over to a table, picking up a small needle syringe that he poked into a small bottle, draining a clear fluid into the apparatus. He then took this over to her and, using one hand to hold her no doubt panicking head in place, injected the needle to her neck, giving her a strong dose of sedatives as well a half dose of the cure to the good Scarecrow's venom. Enough to keep it from being fatal for the amount she took in, but not enough to completely get rid of all of her horrors just yet. If she retained consciousness, she would not be struggling nearly as much in her horrors. If she passed out, well, he hoped at least than she'd retreat in her mind only to find the horrors waiting.
Whichever the case was, he hit another button on the table beside her, the walls returning to normal and two, thickly armed men in medical garbs came walking in, of which he ordered, "We've got another crazy boys. Take her down to Block D. Give the lady her own cell for now and restrain her to her bed. Don't want her running off and hurtin' herself now do we?"
The goons chuckled and did as they were told, wheeling the moving table she was on towards the place specified, a few levels below ground where "special projects" usually resided. As they wheeled her off, he took up his paperwork, retrieved all traces of the poisons he used and smiled greatly, leaving to "report" on her condition.
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Posted: Thu Jul 24, 2014 8:38 pm
Rogue, Prisoner of Arkham Rogue was almost to the point of hyperventilating. Green eyes kept looking around at phantoms of everyone she's ever absorbed. After Dr. Voltaire injected the sedative into Marie. Her breathing began to slow, and her eyes' motion began to slow. To Rogue's point of view, faces seemed to blur and blend into streaks of light and dark. Lazily, the Lady X-Man's head slowly drifted to her left. Mentally, Anna Marie felt like she was trying to go into a fetal ball -- to hold her legs against herself. In real life, tears continue to stream down her face. As the guards start to take Rogue away, the patient's eyes opened once more. Weren't her eyes green earlier? Crystal blue begin to search around. The drugs were still effecting the young heroine. A different voice seemed to issue from Rogue's mouth, still a little slurred from the drugs. The accent wasn't Southern, it was distinctly Bostonian, "Don't write me off yet, Doctor. I'm not done yet."
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Posted: Fri Jul 25, 2014 1:16 pm
Dr. Ralcon "Voltair" von Voltari
Life just couldn't be kept simple for the psychopathic doctor.
He was pleased enough by the simplicity of Rogue's break down. He's had harder things to work with in the past, some needing rough, physical coercion to go insane, others border-lining on the fatal doses of Scarecrow's venom. It could've been harder with her, but the relative easy of watching her snap pleased him, if not leaving him somewhat hollow. He relished getting his hands very dirty in his work behind closed doors.
What he did not enjoy however was patients that showed signs or proven symptoms of multiple personalities. When he comes to grips with them, he has to work doubly hard to make them crack in sync, not an easy task to do. With true and honest MPS patients, aversion therapy, which was one of his favored applications, were almost always out the window for it was hard to predict whenever the personalities would come out, ruining his work. He almost wished to himself that she was like that, giving him something to look forward too when next he came in. Though he hated challenges, they kept his mind occupied, focused. Focused on everything else except himself.
Then, she spoke...but she didn't just speak. Her voice changed.
Everything about her morphed. Her confidence, her demeanor. Even her eyes as he would see, looking back to her in surprise, being jolted by the sudden change in ascent, seeing blue eyes. Crystal blue eyes. Eyes like her's; Ralcon's wife. The woman he--
His free hand grasped his forehead, groaning as he looked away from Rogue, letting the henchmen move down the hall. Flashes of burning hate and pain raged through his body, his pupils constricting as the veins of his eyes went red. Memories were bubbling to the surface and he was finding it hard to control himself. He wasn't safe here, he tried to remind himself, he wasn't safe with the cameras in open view and people walking to and fro. He wasn't safe. He needed to deal with this fast. He needed--
"Thirsty, Doctor Ralcon? You look parched."
The musical voice came from his assistant walking up to him, a wonderfully bodied woman in short skirt and lab-coat. Under her right arm against her chest were folders brimming full with files, the folders giving a comparison to her large, womanly assets. Her free hand was gripping a water cup she was bringing to him, staring at him assuredly and confident with golden, hazel eyes. These eyes mixed well with the light chocolate tone of her skin and with hair that was the color of warm, red fire tied back into a bum at the back of her skull, held in place by criss-crossing hair needles.
"Madeline...Madeline Paige." he stuttered, as if mortified by surprise but quickly his spirits lifted, seeing her approach. She was his hand picked assistant, arguably one of the finest women, mentally and physically, in their ward, "Very much so...thank you."
He took the water cup from her and downed it instantly, knowing already what was in it waiting for him. A strong shot of vodka, the hardest brand he could stand. He repressed the coming hissing through his teeth gracefully and didn't so much as scrunch up his neck or face, appearing to all as if he had drank a simple, small cup of water. He was grateful as the harsh warmth moved through his body, relaxing him and taking him away from his mental problems at hand. Afterwards he crushed the cup in hand and tossed it in the trash.
"You always know just when I need you."
"I do my best." She faintly smiled, outstretching her hand and into it Ralcon's placed his own folder, of which she placed among the others against her chest, "I assume everything went well?"
"Not as well as I had hoped, initially. The police were right to bring her, she's got some nasty skeletons locked away in that pretty skull of her's. Made it easy to intoxicate her with fear...but there's a problem. Either the venom or the sedatives have brought out an alter-ego and her powers might change with it."
"Oh dear..." She spoke faintly, though her expression betrayed what she said, clearly not afraid or impressed, merely concerned for the doctor before her, "I'll be sure to have a few men posted to watch her. Think she'll be dangerous?"
"Potentially...won't know more till I can ascertain her limits. Make sure they're equipped with horse tranquilizers to take her down immediately. If the reports are true from the jar heads in the police department, she can be dangerous, just as much or more so if the reports are true. Supposedly she was holding her own against Bane."
One of her eyebrows lifted at that, curiosity peeked and understood the situation, "I'll be sure to do so. Let's just hope and pray Black Mask won't get wind of it before we have results to show him. He doesn't like walking in on noth--"
"I'm well aware how he is." Ralcon cut her off, almost growling, "I don't need reminders. You forget how easily I depend on him to keep my position, how I need to stay in his trust...and how much I depend on you to get things done for me in public views."
She visibly gulped, but only slightly. It's been a long three years since she's worked with Ralcon and since day one he was not afraid to include her on his schemes and issues...including his abusive side. She learned quickly not to cross him or give reason for him to abuse her...abuse on recent occasions she's had to admit to herself that she's come to enjoy. The thought made her sick whenever it arose...but at the same time, engrossed her in him.
"My apologies, sir..." She answered quietly, looking up into his eyes. He valued eye contact and forwardness. Weakness and retraction warranted anger from him. Once he'd visibly calmed, she took a step forward and rest her open hand on his chest, smiling slightly as she looked up at him, "And as for tonight...are you still up for...our arrangements?"
His smile became sickening and wide, almost like a Joker with no make-up, exposing his sharp teeth. A smile increasingly she became enamored by, making a small one of her own only not as wide, but in no way calm, especially as he replied, "I look forward to it...with every breath."
Satisfied, she smirked even more and turned, walking towards the office. There Ralcon stood, waiting for a moment to watch her walk, taking in the view of her graceful figure barely hidden by her lap-coat and laughed quietly to himself, walking off with her.
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Meanwhile, the goons had brought Rogue to her chambers, a ten by ten room with a solid, iron door latched by three sets of dead bolts. Three different keys were used to open it, exposing a very plain room, with the only furniture being the thin cot on rickety metal frame. Above it was a thick paned window to the outside, both sides barred in. The low hum around the bars gave off the queue that these bars were electrified.
They brought her in, pushing her table next to the bed and transferred her onto it, keeping the initial restraints on until they used the bed restraints to keep her pinned to it. After her wrists and legs were restrained to the bed, they undid the chest and thigh restraints to allow her some movement, but barely any at all, placing those belts back on the table. Both goons, watched her for a moment, greedily, with whatever fantasy probably going through their minds as they then left, locking the door behind them, ignoring outright anything she may have said to them.
Now she was alone to her thoughts, with uneasy quiet extending in every direction of her senses, save for the growing hum of the bars above her head, sounding like a hundred bees having gathered to the window just above her.
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Posted: Fri Aug 01, 2014 10:52 am
Rogue, Prisoner of Arkham 'Carol' lazily looked around through Rogue's eye, those eyes still displaying a blue shade. Blurred vision kept the trapped consciousness from focusing correctly on either the guards or the details of the small secure room. Blurry white and yellow light played with the shadows. Harsh whispers almost caressed Carol's consciousness. Seemingly taking shape from the light, Carol Danvers recognize the white and gold costume of Moonstone – the light obscuring most of the villainess' face except for an all-too-knowing smirk, "Well, well, well. What do we have here? An arrogant little Avenger who's lost her way ending up in an insane asylum. How utterly delightful and poetic.""Oh yes, I have to agree Dr. Sofen. Whatever should we do with this annoying heroine? It is too bad my traitorous daughter didn't finish her when she had the chance," appearing from the shadow to Carol's right, Mystique's form seem to emerge – with a maleficent smile spreading across her blue visage. “I should have expected this to be one of your hair-brained schemes, Mystique!!” 'Carol' bellowed. Both apparitions cackled, sharing a joke. “Oh no, this isn't Mystique's doing, nor mine for that matter. Although, I wished I came up with this scheme myself,” Moonstone's apparition explained, “However... I see no reason to share, we just want to watch you suffer, Danvers!!! And the absolute beauty of it is that legally …. your friends can do nothing to save you!!!!”Mystique stuck a seductive pose glaring down as it observing a new pet, “Like my compatriot here, I'll enjoy watching as well. Let's face it, Darling, you've earned quite a number of enemies over the years: The Brotherhood, the Masters of Evil, HYDRA, AIM, Red Skull, Dr. Doom... the list is endless, my dear,” Raven Darkholme leaned in softly whispering, “And on top of all that, your powers are gone, and the Avengers are missing. Poor Carol! How simply frightful! How humiliating! How delightful!” Rathenmedus Sorry for the delay, I've had a bit of writer's block. It was taking me a while to come up with something that Carol would be frightened of... What do you think?
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Posted: Sun Aug 10, 2014 4:10 pm
Dr. Ralcon "Voltair" von Voltari
And so she was for the rest of the night and into the morning of the next day.
Ralcon and his assistant had been busy with each other. They spent the night out as planned and reveled in activities that would make most blush with envy or be sickened. In either case, the night was a long and hard one for both the patient and the doctor, but obviously for different reasons.
Upon the next morning, Ralcon enjoyed a nice glass of cold Scotch in his home before going to the Asylum for work, returning to Rogue. The assistant was left at his home, allowed to call in to "recover". Ralcon had sadistic pleasures and methods that tired anyone, physically and mentally to be with him, the very reason he was divorced once and widowed the next. He liked his assistant and her fiery nature, gave her credit that she could stand things that the other two wouldn't...but now he had a new play thing to consider and the mark she left on him hadn't faded.
He did however, know how to handle it and he wondered which persona he would speaking to today. Would it be the cowgirl once more, pleading for mercy, or would it be this new city woman that eerily seemed complacent and even prepared for the challenges. Whatever the case was, he was not pleased by the report he received at his front desk in that morning.
The woman had to be kept restrained under both circumstances due to her powers and had a similar psychotic episode to the first persona. This told him they weren't completely immune when they shifted minds, that was a good thing, but this also meant that he had to ascertain if they were for the same reasons or for different ones. The details concerning it seemed to be the same, but comments showed that the second incident, much like the first, displayed memories or even people in her horrified state. Were they the same people or different ones.
This complicated matters. He would have to divinate whether they were seperate consciousnesses entirely, independent of their own will, actions and motives or if they were one mind and merely interchanged. He would learn nothing sitting in his chair, so taking the file with him, and tranquilizers hidden in his coat just to be on the safe side, he proceeded his way back to D Block to examine her.
Knowing she would be restricted still to her bed, having not given an official order to allow her to walk on her own free-will, he walked in and locked the door behind him, once again speaking in his viperish, though deceivingly complacent voice, "Good morning dearest...I trust you slept well enough. You seemed to have had a bit of a dip yesterday."
He brought a chair from the other side of the room close to her bed. Placing it just a couple of feet from her, he sat into it and crossed one leg over the other, pulling out a pen from his pocket to write with as he opened the file, smiling as if innocent of anything he may have done, "How are you feeling? Do you remember anything from what happened yesterday?
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Posted: Tue Aug 12, 2014 5:36 am
Rogue, Prisoner of Arkham In the morning, green eyes searched around the small cell that Rogue found herself in. The overhead light the electric buzzing had awoken the Mississippi native. Nursing a dull headache, Marie tried to move to rub her forehead, but found that she could not move her arms or even her legs. Slowly, Marie tried to sort out what had happened in the hellish nightmare of last night. The nightmare she had experienced was not an uncommon one prior to Professor Xavier's assistance. What had Marie slightly stumped very concerned was the fact that Carol experienced waking nightmare. That had Rogue's mind whirling. That was the very first time that Marie had been in the 'backseat' seeing Carol panic. Rogue began to suspect that the good doctor or someone close to him gave her some sort of a hallucinogenic. Somewhere back in her mind, Marie could hear Dr. Hank McCoy coolly analyzing the symptoms that's she was exhibiting. Unfortunately, several other personas started to debate what happened last night – and that debate was fueling her headache. Mentally telling everyone else and had to shut up and receiving snickers from a couple of them, Marie tried to focus on the here and now – until her stomach growled. That was when Dr. Voltaire made his appearance. Tired, tear streaked mascara green eyes followed Voltaire's movements. The sinking suspicion, that the psychiatrist had something to do with her episode last night was not lost on Anna Marie. As much as Rogue wish to challenge the doctor directly, her inability to get out of her restraints made it impossible to do so without possible grave consequences to herself. Once Dr. Voltaire had settled into his seat and ready to pen to take notes, Marie listen to the doctor's inquisitive and studied the features of his face – attempting to pick up any tells of what the doctor's true motives may be, "Ah know Ah had a truly bad nightmare about people tryin ta hurt meh. It felt real, but Ah know it wasn't... Ah hadn't had dat nightmare in quite some time... Could ya .... tell meh if Ah did somethin out of de ordinary last night? And.... If you'd be so kind, could Ah get some breakfast and somethin ta drink? Ah'm really hungry."
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