So Much for Snow

[Rogue]

Bad enough being cooped up in the Mansion,Rogue muttered mentally as she made her way out to climb onto a dry branch of Michael-Sydney, I get to be cooped up with at least two people I can't stand. The frustration had made her pull on a coat and go outside, even though the snow was melting and it was slushy out. A dry branch of her favorite tree compensated for that, and she settled down with her back to the main trunk, doing what she hated to be doing most: brooding.

[Odin]

((OOC: This occurs after the City riot.))

::Odin's hands were in the pockets of his newly recovered coat. He had come to meet Paige and retrieve it, after having lent it to her during the riot. He'd coped without one for a few days, but after near hypothermia, he had needed it returned. He already felt warmer.

As he walked across the grounds for the gates, he caught a peculiar sight; rather, one which stuck out like the proverbial sore thumb. A mutant - had his sense not verified that, who else would be here? - sitting in the branch of a tree. Without a specific train to catch, without snow, and with his coat as a barrier to the wind, he came closer, looking up at her somewhat curiously.::

[Rogue]

Rogue was lost enough in her thoughts not to pay attention to someone staring at her, but once she caught sight of him out of the corner of her eye she was instantly annoyed. "What? You never saw a girl in a tree before?"

[Odin]

::Odin placed the general region of her accent easily; he could narrow down the state over the course of conversation. The question was sarcastic, which gave him mild leeway, but demanded an answer nonetheless.:: "Honestly? I've never lived near tress, so no."

[Rogue]

She leaned back so her head rested on the tree, purposefully not giving him the time of day. "Well, ah'm glad to be so entertaining."

[Odin]

"Not entertaining," ::Odin said, as she had caught his attention for curiosity more than anything else. He walked closer to the tree to better take her in.::

[Rogue]

She gave an exasperated sigh, looking up. "Ok, then, why are you here, exactly?"

[Odin]

::Odin stopped at the base of the tree; her question had no qualifier, and was rendered almost meaningless.:: "I had to get my coat. Brooding?"

[Rogue]

Her look was confused when he talked about his coat; he wasn't familiar to her at all. "Maybe. Who's asking?"

[Odin]

"I am," ::Odin replied, with what would otherwise be amusement were it not for her tone and expression.:: "My name is Odin."

[Rogue]

She gave him a look that said 'well, that's obvious' until he got to his name. "Rogue. You're not a student, obviously."

[Odin]

::Odin was far too old for that, and had years of education and work experience between the present and his high school diploma.:: "Obviously."

[Rogue]

"So, besides your coat, what's so interesting around here that you're intent on staring at a person in a tree?" she replied, looking bored.

[Odin]

"What's so interesting that you need to watch it from a tree? Conversely, what's so horrible you can only escape it out here?" ::Odin's questions were his answer, as there was nothing here beyond her.::

[Rogue]

"I like this tree. That a crime?" she said, raising an eyebrow at the questions.