12288/Guilt and Ego

Guilt and Ego
Date of Scene:	04 August 2022
Location:	Breakstone Lake
Synopsis:	The Ego meets the Nice Catholic Girl. Guess which one runs!
Cast of Characters:	Monet St. Croix, Rahne Sinclair

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Monet St. Croix has posed:
Going to head over to the lake, Monet St. Croix is out there and sunning herself along the shore. Her outfit passes as tight enough and minimal enough and of a shake to almost match that of her skin, only slightly darker in tone. M is on a towel over and simply resting back and reclining, appreciating the solitude.

Rahne Sinclair has posed:
It's a nice day out, and Rahne is allowing herself a few moments to enjoy it. If she enjoys it too much she can always hit up confession later! A pair of torn jeans, simple athletic shoes and a baggy grey sweater make up her outfit today, even in the Summer warmth. She meanders through the woods towards the lake, a backpack over one shoulder. She reaches the lake and lets out a soft sigh, thinking she's alkone until her preternatural nose catches the scent of another. She sniffs the air and then glances over towards the sunning M. She immediatly turns beet red in the face and plops down on the grass at the edge of the water, setting her backpack down in her lap.

Monet St. Croix has posed:
Monet St. Croix would pick up the sound of someone approaching over, and then she would rise up and glance over at Rahne, faintly identifying the girl from having passed her by in the school before, "What are you doing out here? You look like you're getting ready for a camping trip or one of those survivalist excursions that Logan is famed for pursuing."

Rahne Sinclair has posed:
She furrows her brow a bit and then shrugs a shoulder. "I was tired of sitting in my room," she responds. Her Scottish accent is pretty thick. "I tried reading in the Rec Room but..." Rahne shakes her head and unzips her backpack, before she withdraws a battered looking paperback. Something picked up at a Thrift Store or something.

"Workin' on your tan or something?," she asks, trying not to look at the other girl.

Monet St. Croix has posed:
Monet St. Croix would nod, "Yes, yes I am." She debates saying -was- but the girl isn't being irritable enough for her to phrase it in such a way. She would glance over at the title, skimming it over from the distance she was at and then going tof ully sit up.

Rahne Sinclair has posed:
It's one of those romantic urban supernatural novels. A notably queer one. She hesitates a bit and then stuffs the book back into her backpack, but doesn't move to leave. "You're Monet, right? I'm Rahne. It's nice to meet ye."

Her eyes are locked on the lake, now, and she rolls her shoulders to try and relax a little bit.

Monet St. Croix has posed:
Monet St. Croix would nod, "Yes, I am M. A pleasure to make your acquaintance as well Rahne." The girl actually pronuncing Rahne's name fully appropriately which might be rare. Remembering those social niceties. "You appear distracted."

Rahne Sinclair has posed:
"Sorry. Sorry. I just..." Her gaze flits to Monet and then away again, her ears red, like her hair. "It's nothing. I heard they were barbecuing on the patio by the pool later today. Were you plannin' on going? Or sticking to yourself?," she asks.

Monet St. Croix has posed:
Monet St. Croix would nod, "I am unsure. I find those large scale social gatherings for such.. Unimportant things to be often quite tedious. However, I do wish to ensure that eveyrone is reminded of my presence.." And she likes to bask in her own ego and be appreciated.

Rahne Sinclair has posed:
The redhead furrows her eyebrows a little bit at that and glances over again. "Do you...think people forget about you?," she asks, not quite understanding. A hand rises to fidget with a necklace under her sweater, her folded legs adjusting and resettling under her.

Monet St. Croix has posed:
Monet St. Croix would shrug, "They can forget what a lovely presence I am if I am not present to remind them." The woman -was- a walking case of ego. "I see no reason to let them start to dismiss me."

Rahne Sinclair has posed:
This gets a slow nod of understanding. "Ah. Ah, I get it." She adjusts and stretches her legs out in front of herself, before settling back on the palms of her hands. "Do you go into town much?," she asks curiously.

Monet St. Croix has posed:
Monet St. Croix would nod, "Yes, I go into the city somewhat regularly." By 'city' she likely meant New York. "I find that Westchester can be rather pretentious and is too small ot have anything of grand interest."

Rahne Sinclair has posed:
"Oh. I guess that's fair. I don't go to the big city very much. I go to Westchester a lot, though." Likely for the church. She brushes her fingers back through her shaggy red hair. "What kinds of things do you do in the city?"

Monet St. Croix has posed:
Monet St. Croix would shrug, "I find the city far more appealing for the wider availability of things. There are a great many things to do. Shopping, museums, exhibits, places to buy clothes, places to visit and explore.."

Rahne Sinclair has posed:
The girl nods to that. "It's all a bit overwhelming to me, with my nose. I...smell really well? I don't know how to word it," the Scot replies with a small shrug. "That and I grew up in a pretty small town. But...you seem like someone who would thrive there."

Monet St. Croix has posed:
Monet St. Croix would shrug, "Then learn to control it. I am a telepath. The first thing that any telepath must do is to learn how to control what they pick up and limit themselves. Or you do not handle teh circumstances well mentally. It is a matter of discipline."

Rahne Sinclair has posed:
"I cant turn my nose off," she says with a small frown. She plays idly with the grass and glances down to watch her fingers play over the blades of green. "But yeah. Discipline. Life is all about that. I'm working' on it."

Monet St. Croix has posed:
Monet St. Croix would shrug, "You can learn how to ignore it and control it before it gets overloading." She says this with matter of act. However, it's not meant as belittling, or at the very least not indicated in her body language.

Rahne Sinclair has posed:
She doesn't reply right away. She just nods a bit to that and stares down at the grass. She turns and fishes through her backpack, then, and pulls out a bag of salt and vinegar chips. She pops it open and then pauses. "Oh, do you want any?," she asks, glancing over.

Monet St. Croix has posed:
Monet St. Croix would glance over at them, "No, thank you." Her tone would be flat as she would sit up and over. "You appear to have a somewhat interesting taste." SHe would gesture her hand over in indication of the book that the girl was reading

Rahne Sinclair has posed:
That brings a blush back to her cheeks. "Oh, right. Yes. I...shouldn't be reading it, really. I found it at the thrift store in town. It's...good, though." She pops some chips in her mouth, as if trying to cool her cheeks with it.

Monet St. Croix has posed:
Monet St. Croix would shrug, "I fail to see why you should not be reading it. Obviously you have gone out of your way to purchase it and retrieve it. So why should you not enjoy it?"

Rahne Sinclair has posed:
She really doesn't know how to respond to that for a moment, fidgeting a little. "Leads too easily to...well, to sin. Makes my weekly confessions pretty bloated, I guess." She chuckles softly and eats some more chips.

Monet St. Croix has posed:
Monet St. Croix would shrug, "I fail to seew hat makes sin so horrid. We are -merely- human." Of course that left up in the air if she considered herself one. SHe was better, after all.

Rahne Sinclair has posed:
"Right. We are merely human. But that's why sin is a problem. I was born into it, so...well, more then most. But I don't wanna bring the mood down even more." She closes the chip bag and stuffs it back into her backpack. She looks like she's getting ready to head back to the mansion.

Monet St. Croix has posed:
Monet St. Croix would shrug, "Then no offense intended to the way in which you were brought up, but you are bringing on yourself unnecessary stress and suffering merely because of satisfying standards the likes of which are impossible ot achieve and merely bring you guilt."

Rahne Sinclair has posed:
She stands and shoulders her backpack. She stands there for a moment as she listens to that and shakes her head. "Have a nice day, M." The girl turns, then, and hurries back through the woods!