Thread: A New Evolution {darkest_fate&Rand}

all images following are NSFW all characters are at least seventeen years of age or older as depicted at time of RP. Rogue groaned, rising slowly to a semi-upright position. The gothic teenager's held felt tight, as though her brain had swelled and now threatened to push her skull out of her head. She raised a glove hand to palm her face, lowering her head just slightly. She pinched shut her gray-green eyes, seeing spots in the dark vision. Rogue took several deep breaths, sucking in the cool, dry air and trying to calm herself. Still, a tremble shook her lean form, her body trying to catch up to what her mind kept telling her. It just didn't make any sense, what happened, and simply thinking only made her brain feel as though it would swell more. The teenage mutant lowered her hand and pried open her eyes. Again spots swam in her vision, and Rogue blinked several times. Where th' hell am ah? she wondered aloud, her eyes scanning. This certainly wasn't where she'd laid down back in her bed at the mansion. That place had light colored walls lined with the posters of Kitty's favorite bands, not to mention Rogue's own bed. No, she wasn't home, not at the X-Mansion. Though she seemed to be wearing what she'd gone to sleep in a long-sleeve shirt, dark green around her perky, apple-sized breasts, and a much lighter green as it worked out. She wore a pair of light gloves over her hands, having once slapped Kitty upon being awoken too rudely. the shirt did bare a slight expanse of Gothic white flesh, with abs hardened by hours of combat training. A pair of loose pajama pants, a darker green with little black skulls on them, covered Rogue's lower half. Yes, the Gothic beauty still wore what she'd slept in... except, something more. What th'... she wondered, feeling at her neck. Something light and metallic circled there, pressing against her skin. Rogue ran her fingers along it, finding no catch or clasp. A collar a choker definitely. Rogue felt panic well for a moment, turning her guts to ice. She didn't need signs to tell what had happened she'd been taken, abducted, with a collar slapped on her, and then left alone in the room. Wait... alone? Rogue looked about, and saw what she'd hoped not to see laying only a few feet away. Katherine Kitty Pryde, a.k.a. Shadowcat lay sprawled out a few feet from Rogue, her arms and legs akimbo. The lithe teen was a year younger than Rogue, seventeen to eighteen, but they'd still managed something of an awkward friendship. Especially difficult given Kitty's eternally sunny disposition and Rogue's Gothic moodiness. Still, Rogue couldn't help but wince as she saw the pretty Jewish girl laying there. Kitty stirred as though brought awake by Rogue's gaze, shifting. She, too, wore her pajamas, though they bared more skin than Rogue's. A short pink shirt hung loose over the girl's petite body. It ended a little above Kitty's navel, showcasing the recent piercing the girl had gotten a golden star of David that dangled from her belly button. a pair of matching pink shorts covered her body, leaving most of her lean legs on display. Uggh, what happened? the shifter asked, rising up slowly herself. Not sure, replied Rogue, looking around. We got teleported or somethin'. Looks like we have collars too. What? that got Kitty's attention, her hands flying to her throat. The girl frowned as she too felt the metal encircling there. Oh no, no way. We're getting out of her, like, now. C'mon. Kitty rose to her feet, wobbling only for a moment. She hurried to grab Rogue's arm, careful not to get anywhere near bared skin. Then the energetic brunette dragged her Gothic friend toward the nearest wall. Kitty picked up pace as they drew closer and closer. Then, suddenly, she slammed into it, falling back on her butt with a little yelp of pain. What the heck? she asked, reaching around to rub her rear. Rogue watched for a few moments before looking to the wall. She ran her hand along it, frowning, then looked back at Kitty. That should have totally worked! yelped Kitty, flinging her hands at the wall as though it had done that on purpose. I totally was all like 'I'm gonna phase us right through' then whammo! I mean, ouch, she winced as she rubbed her butt again, my butt hurts. Quit ya whinin', said Rogue. She slid her glove off and then walked over to Kitty. reaching down, the Gothic teen yanked her friend back to her feet. Hey! Careful there! I'm fragile and--and-- OH MY GAWD, ROGUE! Kitty pointed at the other's free hand. You're, like, like, did you just-- No, ah didn't steal ya dance moves or nothin', mumbled Rogue. She frowned, looking at her hand. She flexed it a few times. Nothin', she muttered, then brought it up to run along her collar. Kitty... I can't believe this! It's just-- like, what the heck is --- Kitty! They're gonna find out! Who would be stupid enough to kidnap--Lance is gonna be-- Kitty! Ugh, I just can't... A loud smack cut off Kitty's words, and the stunned girl looked at her friend, holding her cheek. Rogue nodded, then gestured to the collar, tapping it a few times, Somebody slapped this on us an' took our powers away or somethin'. They planned this. that made both girls stop, staring at each other. Who could manage something like that... and why? They swallowed hard, looking around the room. There didn't seem to be any entrances or exits, something both girls observed. Still, they searched as best they could, spending some time learning the nooks and crannies of the empty stone room. After a while, they had no other choice they had to wait, wait and see who, or what, had done this.