Who: Gambit; open. When: Friday, August 31st, 2007 (sunset) Where: Xavier's; basketball court. What: Shootin' hoops. Status: in progress Rating:PG
Thirty didn't feel so old. In fact, Remy felt more energized and at peace at thirty (and at Xavier's) than he had all through his twenties. It was a nice change of pace. Les marmots (or 'students') weren't so bad. Sleeping all day when they were awake seemed to aid in their appeal. They'd since been called to dinner, and were most likely preparing for the start of class. More and more were arriving each day, he'd noticed. With the end of summer came the beginning of the academic year. Gambit was hard-pressed to keep his own studies as quieted as possible. Most of the staff who stayed on over the break had helped him catch up on some of his long-missed school work. But these... students, he did not need them in his business, or knowing for a fact that they had a leg up on him where books were concerned. Gambit liked having the upper hand.
This was one of the reasons he was practicing his free shot. With all of these les grands gars, it was hard for an average Joe to catch a break when it came to sports. He was anticipating the season of autumn simply for the mention of epic football battles. It was around the corner, but had not yet arrived. The summer was still swelling the air with humidity and heat, and Remy couldn't have been happier about it. He'd long since shed his shirt and was soaking in as many rays as he could before sundown. Swoosh! All net. Bon.
Much to LeBeau's surprise, he hadn't been visited or called to a task. It wasn't often one was alone at Xavier's School. At the moment, that fact was a pity. He was on his A game. Swoosh!
As he headed after the ball, he smirked and his black and red eyes gazed out over the lawn and back into the trees where the sun was disappearing. Trouble would find him soon; things were going too well.
les marmots = brats les grands gars = big guys bon = good