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October '06 Player Spotlight - Dangerously Untouchable A powerful roleplayer who first came to neXus quite some time ago as Warbird, Dangerously Untouchable left due to a problem, but came back declaring her role as Rogue! Playing the fiesty Southern with a grip of sarcastic attitude, yet heavily showing the weaknesses Rogue has, Dangerously Untouchable has expanded her playing field to Psylocke and Viper, giving them all a distinct flare of danger - which is absolutely great! Known for her incredible protrayal of emotional scenes to make the impact even stronger, Untouchable can also command an action scene to let everyone know her characters can make a pow-wow with no problem at all! But outside of making wonderful posts, Untouchable is a perfect team player both in-character and out-of-character. Never one to leave anybody out, she's a fantastic edition to neXus, and everyone knows it! |
| Character(s): | Rogue |
| Sample Post by Dangerously Untouchable for Rogue (subject to copyright): | |
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Just a few more minutes. She silently pled for herself. Jus' a few more minutes ta collect mah thoughts. In all reality, she knew that all the minutes in the world wouldn't prepare her for the talk that they were about to have. Especially since she knew she was the one in the wrong. Hiding her jewel toned eyes from the world, she sat there with her eyes closed with only the wind and the barely there sound of rustling leaves to accompany her. Before long, those previous minutes having slipped away ever so quickly, she heard his voice. “Da rooftop?” Something inside of her unwound and she exhaled the breath that she had been holding. It wasn't a strange request for her to want to be up here. He knew better than most that this was one of her favorite spots to just sit and think. What a better place to have a potentially stressful converstaion than a place that she was comfortable with? In every reality if Rogue could be kept calm, the situation could be kept calm. That was merely the trick however, and something that Gambit prided himself on not doing.
Still keeping her back to him, not wanting to see those eyes quite yet, she parted her lips to speak. Before she could utter a word though, he was continuing. “I’ve never asked you what yo’r real name is. Dat’s yo’r secret an’ one I don’t want t’mess wit’ if yo’r not willin’ t’tell anybody. Remy’s got secrets, you know dat, and dey’re not gonna be said until I’m ready t’say ‘em.” It was with a somewhat perplexed expression that she looked back at him. She had figured a million different things from the Cajun, but an open willingness to speak wasn't one of them. She had thought that she was going to be deciding the initial flow of this conversation. More than just a part of her knew that this wouldn't be easy enough for her to just apologize and they move on their merry way about things. If he expected an explosion at his blatant independance on the situation, he would be disappointed. The Belle merely stopped the swinging of her legs, a nervous motion, by crossing them at the ankles. Her real name. That wasn't something that she had thought about in a while. Such a small thing to be passed between two people. The reason why she hadn't ever told him buried in more layers than she wanted to mess with. But it was true, and a fact that she hadn't really thought about. There were certain aspects about her childhood, her name included, that she just wasn't up to sharing. It didn't have anything to do with whether or not she trusted him. Just that she wanted to forget everything about that previous life. She was an entirely different person now. What right did she have to make the same requests of him? Swallowing back a suspicious lump in her throat, guilt seeping into her frame, she kept her eyes on the ground far below. "Ah know Rem'." But he wasn't done yet, and that pitiful little comment slippped past her lips before he continued. His weight joining hers on the edge of the roof. Any fears that she might be dangling him over the edge diminished with every passing second. She was in the wrong here, she just needed to suck it up and let him say his piece. Even when her natural reaction, like a moth to a flame, to cuddle up next to his warmth entered her mind, she stilled it. The cold really didn't bother her, but it was more for mental comfort to do an action such as that. “Dere’s a li’l t’ing called trust, cherie. I trust dat dere’s a reason you don’ say yo’r name, so I’m good.” What came next, he knew he didn’t deserve after the secrets he held, but was it too much to ask for the same type of trust, to trust that everything was being done for the right reasons? “It’d be nice if I get da same respect once in aw’ile, instead of us fightin’ like cats an’ dogs all da time. I might like da games, Rogue, but dey get old if played too long...” Geez, he really knew how to make a girl feel guilty. Her mouth ran away from her once and she was paying for it so harshly. Lord forbid but her eyes started to glisten with tears unshed. And she hated it. Still keeping her gaze averted she waited for his pause before she spoke. Giving the pause a pregnancy that wasn't necessary, it gave her time to blink her eyes rapidly to hopefully make the glisten receed before she gazed upon him. Hands were grouped in her lap, fingers intwined in a mess of fabric, eyes only now lifted to his form. The white shock flung out of her eyes with the motion of elevating her head. "Ah was wrong Remy...Even without ya sayin' all that Ah knew..." Eyes away now as she continued, unable to look at him anymore. "...It ain't fair foah me ta ask so much of ya. Big surprise, Ah guess Ah just spouted out without thinkin' tha othah day. As far as yoah secrets go...Ah want ya ta tell me. It's important ta me that ya can confide in me. But Ah want it ta be on yoah own terms. Shockin' as it may seem, Ah don't like fightin' with ya." With every word that she spoke she gained back her confidence and was able to look at him again. She knew what she was doing was right. And last but not least, something she knew that he would never let her live down. "Yer right. An' Ah'm sorry...foahgive me?" That last two words was said with as much sincerety and sweetness as she could muster. As an added effect she tilted her head just so, letting a hopeful smile slowly creep onto her lips as she looked at him and studied his face for his reaction. She put herself out there. There was always that possibility that he wouldn't really forgive her. But she didn't put a lot of stock into that option. If he loved her like he said he did, then he would see her mistake for what it was and accept her apology. Only now did she notice his trench coat, missing buttons and all. Why in the world had he gone to her room and gotten it. Could he really not live without it for more than an hour or so? Geez. Depending upon his reaction to her words this would be over in no time seemingly. Which was just the way that she wanted it. No one liked to stick their foot in their mouth, and having to explain yourself afterwards was even worse. She wasn't going to mention her name. When they decided to have that talk, then she would bring it out. A little something that she would offer to the table. Until then, it didn't seem terribly important to him so it wasn't important to her. | |