Trying to vent

[wild_child]

It had been, and continued to be, trying times for Rose Logan. At least the media circus had largely dissipated, but the underage Logan children were definitely under a fair amount of scrutiny from the DCFS people. Which made it a heck of a lot harder to sneak out for her beer and smokes.

And there was the added... whatever it was that was going on with her life right now. Whatever it meant that she didn't smell like her brothers and sister or Pops. She still hadn't figured out how to talk to Misha or Pops about it. Really needed to. Needed to talk to someone. And not any of the docs either, 'cause they'd just point her to Pops.

Dang it. Why'd life have to go and get all flippin' complicated?

So for now, she'd been working her way through a Danger Room exercise. Simulated Tokyo neighborhood, Hand ninjas. Perfect aggression therapy. So long as she kept just enough self-control not to max out on red hot rage.

The program terminated when the last ninja was down. Rose was healing from a variety of sword slices, sai stabs, and other cuts. Holographic blood faded from her claws. She was breathing hard, but that was slowing.

Deep breaths, in and out. Keep that icy calm cold center.

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[wild_child]

Rose took another few bites, before she started speaking again.

"So... Feathers, can I ask ya somethin'?"

[iced_cherub]

Bobbi nodded. "Sure, what's up?"

She took a sip of her coke. "And really anyone else calls me feathers I'd be glaring at em."

[wild_child]

Rose looked down for a moment. "How'd ya deal with... knowin' yer folks weren't really yer folks?"

[iced_cherub]

She was silent a bit.

"Guess I kind of always knew, I mean they took care of me, but they were distant." She held the bottle in both hands. "Being here helps, since I really only found out when Dr. McCoy ran the tests..."

[wild_child]

Rose nodded a little. "I... gotcha," she said. "Er... thanks," she added. "But forget I asked, okay? I'm just... spinnin' some wheels."

Because she'd never had any reason to doubt who she was, that she was a Logan through and through.

She really needed to talk to Pops. Or Dork number 1.

[iced_cherub]

"Everything okay Rose?" Hey you have her curious, never tell a kid to forget. They won't. Though she won't be vocal about it around others.

[wild_child]

"'m fine, Feathers," Rose insisted, taking another bite. "Just got some stuff on m' mind."

[iced_cherub]

She nodded working on the other half of her sandwich. "Alright I won't pry then."

[wild_child]

"Appreciate it, Feathers," Rose said.

[iced_cherub]

Bobbi just grinned. "So, what's the plan for this afternoon? Because I want to get away from books for a while."

[wild_child]

Rose shrugged. "Dunno. I might go huntin' up Dork Number One. See what he's up to."

[iced_cherub]

"Ah, I'll go pester the others then, have a feeling that's a conversation you don't want spectators for."

[wild_child]

"Appreciate it, Feathers."