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Vertigo (dizzying) wrote in age_of_miracles,
@ 2007-12-17 12:20:00

Entry tags:

gambit, vertigo

Thread: Gambit and Vertigo
Who: Remy Lebeau and Valerie Reed
When: Evening, Monday, December 17, 2007
Where: Mars, New York City
What: Vertigo just can't leave well enough alone. Oops.

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Honestly, it wasn't like she was stalking him. God, no. God no. Not after he blew off her hand. That sort of thing just didn't make you want to see a person. Blowing appendages to smithereens meant that she was willing to avoid Remy Lebeau. Sure, she could gloat over how cool her robotic hand was, but really, now. The fact that he blew off her hand meant that he was probably willing to blow off other parts of her as well, and... well, she just didn't want that.

The trouble was, she had this nagging feeling when she saw him. This nagging feeling in the back of her head that made her want to approach him. She could have stayed her distance, could have minded her own business as she sat at a back booth at Mars, a pair of reading glasses sitting primly on her nose and her laptop open to x-traordinary.org while she spent her evening alone, but... where was the fun in that?

Exactly.

So when she saw him, she shifted. She pulled off her glasses. She pulled her hair out of its ponytail. She straightened her shoulders and checked to make sure her breasts were in the perfect position. And then, prowling like a green and white jungle cat, she left her booth and crossed to the bar.

"Digging up dead bodies is a bitch, isn't it." She grinned, rolling her head back as she leaned back against the bar. "Hi, sweetie."

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diableblanc
2007-12-17 09:07 pm UTC (link)

Remy wasn't looking for trouble, really. It just seemed to find him. Case in point, the blonde strutting her way across the club to interrupt his otherwise enjoyable evening. After the mild crisis with Sarena had been averted, Remy had too much energy to continue lurking about at the school. So in typical form, he'd left for the evening. And found himself at Mars.

There was a brunette by his side at the bar, leaning close to whisper into his ear. Whatever she said made his lips curve into a smile and he chuckled, seeming well at ease.

She might have expected that to change once he realized who else was out tonight. But when he turned at the sound of Vertigo's voice, there was nothing in his expression but mirth although the red of his irises gleamed beneath the lights.

He raised his glass languidly in greeting. "Bonsoir, Vee."

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dizzying
2007-12-18 12:20 am UTC (link)

Vertigo looked sourly to the woman who was gettin' all up in Remy's space. She might have hated his slimy guts, but she was easily jealous.

Plucking off the black glove she wore over her right hand, the bionic fingers glinted in the light and whirred as she curled them. "See this? You spend one too many nights with this cad over here and this is what he'll do to you," she said to the woman with catlike grin. "Oh, and he says he'll call, but he never does." ---All right, she wasn't jealous. She was trying to do the woman a favor. Really. Seriously.

"Bonsoir, mon cher," Vertigo purred, sidling up closer to him. "It just tell you what kind of person you are that you would be out drinking at a club on a Monday, isn't it."

She flicked a piece of lint off an artificial finger. "Me, I'm running up a huge tab here because I'm in major debt with my website practically bombing, but things should be looking up----I was getting huge demand in the specialty market now that I cater to amputee-lovers, too----but really, you could afford to buy me a drink, sweetcheeks."

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diableblanc
2007-12-18 02:44 am UTC (link)

Remy grinned, not looking the least bit repentant for the state of her hand. "Y'stick your hand where you don't belong long enough, it ends up missin'."

The Brunette was looking confused at the exchange, which wasn't surprising.

"Doesn't mean I wanna buy," he pointed out. With exaggerated obviousness, his gaze wandered down her tightly-clad body before dragging his eyes up to her face with a smirk. "Loosing y're touch, cher?"

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dizzying
2007-12-18 03:57 am UTC (link)

Vertigo smirked and wiggled her robotic fingers. "In a way, I sure as hell am," she said with a smirk. "Losing my touch, that is. But then again, that's your fault, not mine." She chuckled and reached out, dragging those fingers across Remy's chin. "Don't say you're part of the old club again and you won't hang out with all your old friends. That's just not nice, baby." She pouted, sulking miserably, and walked her bionic fingers down his chest as they clicked and whirred.

"You can drop this bitch for the night." Have some fun with her. While she kicked him in the teeth for blowing up her hand. That jackass. She wanted to twist a knife in his gut and kiss him while he screamed... then tear off his lip with her teeth.

Vengeful much? ---Sure.

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diableblanc
2007-12-18 04:05 am UTC (link)

"Non." He shook his head, still seeming more amused than angry with her. "Y'knew better."

The Brunette huffed at that, her eyebrows furrowing in an angry expression. She rose from her seat at the bar, intent to walk away from this mess. But not before sliding her cocktail napkin across the tabletop to Remy, phone number neatly penned in.

"When you get tired of the trash," the Brunette intoned, with enough volume to carry to the other woman, "give me a call."

Then she was walking over to the table where another group of girls was sitting, obviously her friends.

Remy just shook his head, taking a sip from his whiskey. "Y'jus' can't help bein' a bitch, can y', Vee?"

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dizzying
2007-12-18 04:10 am UTC (link)

Vertigo raised her eyebrows innocently, smiling. --And then it happened. The brunette, on her way back to the table, started to sway a little, her steps uneven and confused. Then, her ankle wobbled and her stiletto heel slid out from underneath her, allowing for a quite audible crack. That is, it might have been audible, had the sound of her retching and vomiting not covered it up. She swayed one last time, her eyes rolling back, and then she fell in a heap on the floor.

Looking back to Remy, Vertigo blinked and shrugged. "Nope! Guess not!"

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	diableblanc 2007-12-18 05:09 am UTC (link)
	Remy kept her gaze, not looking at the brunette now being surrounded by her friends and one of the bouncers in the club. It would have done little good, after all. "Jealousy ain't a pretty thing." His drawl was more apparent than usual. He leaned against the bar, tilting his head to the side as he did so. "Figured y'd have learned that, at least, by now." (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

dizzying
2007-12-18 05:22 am UTC (link)

"Aww. Don't be so cocky." There was a hint of venom there, Vertigo taking his drink and downing it before slamming the glass back on the table. "You always think the women want you so bad. It's gross. Makes you look like a total asshole."

She snickered, offering him a little smile. "Come on, player. You're one of us now, aren't you? Yeah? You sold your soul to the devil, so you've got to hang out with the devil's minions. And we're not that bad, really. Swearsies. C'mon, how about you and me take in a dance? Maybe a trip down to the lower levels? I'm sure you've got a permanent room down there for the fille du jour, non? The bitch of the day? You can't tell me it's really that brunette... whatever happened to your fishy friend who was such a pain in the ass, huh? Did Jackie work her over too good? Is she not fuckable anymore?"

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diableblanc
2007-12-18 05:49 am UTC (link)

"You're still sittin' here, ain't you?" He'd gotten used to Vertigo's barbs a long time ago. They were as meaningless as the rest of her chatter. "Gotta be doin' something right."

After all, he'd blown her hand off and she still wouldn't leave him alone.

He ordered another drink from the bartender as she kept going. His fingers twitched slightly at the mention of Arla, but his expression held the same mellowness it had since she'd arrived. He wasn't one of the Marauders, no matter how Essex gloated over it.

"We both know y'don't wanna fuck. What is it you're after, Vertigo?" Remy wanted to know. "Tauntin' me 'bout m'affairs when y'can't even get the geriatrics who frequent you're site t'look at your shiny new toy?"

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dizzying
2007-12-18 07:41 am UTC (link)

"Touché," muttered Vertigo irritably, reaching out and brushing her fingers through Remy's hair. "Looks like we're both down on our luck." She stepped forward, relying on his sex drive and assuming he'd be distracted, or at least remotely interested. And if he wasn't... well... good. She didn't give a damn.

"Come on, Remy..." She pouted, leaning over to kiss his cheek. Gears whirred and her hand clenched in Remy's hair, tugging it hard. "You know I want to take you in a back room and just do my worst... Sinister didn't cry too hard when you broke one of his toys.. so I'm sure he won't care too much if I repay the favor."

She moved in, biting his earlobe and grinning. "I want to tear you to shreds, Cajun, for what you did to me."

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diableblanc
2007-12-18 07:43 pm UTC (link)

Remy's sex drive was a thing of legend. But the thought of touching Vertigo again killed any thought of sex he'd had all evening. He winced when she yanked on his hair, as she was none to gentle at times. But he didn't pull away. Instead, he planted a hand at her hip. It was a gesture of intimate familiarity. Sex was a weapon he was well acquainted with as well.

"Know why He didn't care, cherie." He turned his head, moving out of range for those teeth. His fingertips trailed along her hipbone, although his words were hardly tender. "You ain't nothing but fodder."

His eyes flashed behind the smiling facade, becoming heated at her persistent threats. "Wanna start this one, Vee, and I can't guarantee you're gonna walk outta it."

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dizzying
2007-12-19 04:57 am UTC (link)

"Ooooooh," Vertigo purred, shifting playfully. "Oooh, Remy, is that a threat? Is it? Are you threatening me? Babydoll, that's not very nice. You take off my hand and I'm justifiably angry with you and you're threatening me?" She pouted. "You can at least give me a free shot or two."

She traced her long artificial fingers over Remy's chest, distracting him just long enough so she could use her real hand to punch him in the side.

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diableblanc
2007-12-19 05:12 am UTC (link)

"Conveniently forgettin' the part where y'had a gun, ain't ya?" Remy hadn't forgotten. Not that little part of the story where she'd intended on putting a bullet in his brain.

He winced at the blow, grunting slightly at the unexpectedness of it. It wasn't that Remy had not expected Vertigo to take a swing at him. He just thought she'd wait until they were alone to do it.

Even as she was withdrawing her hand, he reached out to snag her wrist, digging his fingers into the pressure point between the radius and the ulna to make it go limp.

"Come on, Vee." The Cajun laughed at her, finding this whole thing genuinely amusing. "You really wanna do this here?"

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	dizzying 2007-12-19 05:19 am UTC (link)
	"I don't care where we do it," said Vertigo, scowling. A few moments later, she was sending out her familiar psychic pulse, channeling it to Remy and Remy alone. Not her strongest dose, but certainly a little somethin' somethin' to remind him that she wasn't to be laughed at or pushed around. He liked to mock her. She didn't fucking like to be mocked. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

diableblanc
2007-12-20 12:46 am UTC (link)

Remy grimaced at the sudden flood of nausea, anchoring himself by dropping an arm onto the bartop beside him. On his other hand, he gripped her wrist far tighter than he had before, enough to cause some immediate pain while digging his thumb further into the pressure point.

He was beginning to lose his patience. "Merde lil' girl, you got issues."

Didn't they all though, really? Essex didn't find the most mentally stable people n the first place and what he did to them didn't let them keep whatever stability they had.

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dizzying
2007-12-20 04:24 am UTC (link)

Vertigo's face screwed up into a miserable expression of pain and she shifted from foot to food with a little whine. "You don't want a bitchslap from the RoboHand, Remy," she said, sounding like a pouting little girl who wasn't getting the cookie she desperately wanted. "I got issues. We all got issues. That's why he picks us up. That's why we're here. If we didn't have issues we wouldn't need that son of a bitch."

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