Remy LeBeau (jack_of__hearts) wrote in academy_x, @ 2010-05-17 13:43:00 |
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Entry tags: | cyclops, gambit |
Who: Remy and Scott
When: Monday night
Where: Westchester County Jail
What: Whooops, trouble's coming
Boredom never translated into anything good for Remy. With every class pushing the students toward their finals, Remy found himself with no homework to mostly ignore, and a lot of studying he'd already vowed to avoid. He could steal the answers closer to the test dates or cheat or something. But it seemed like very few others held his plans, so he had no friends to hang out with Monday night! Something about the practice test Forge planned to give them the following day. Remy didn't care enough to try, and realized that to get over the depression of such an information-laden Monday (Mondays were bad enough on their own, the professors didn't have to work hard to make them so much worse!), he'd have to make some of his own fun. He could do that, no problem.
He didn't get to having much fun before getting in a lot of trouble.
Remy sat in a holding cell in the Westchester County Jail, withdrawn a bit, a strange expression for the Cajun. He didn't like captivity like this. For as long as he'd been stealing and ignoring the law (his entire life), he'd only been arrested a handful of times. Or, rather, two handfuls - this was arrest number nine. His first one in New York, though, which was annoying. He definitely didn't like it here.
He hadn't figured on getting into any trouble. He just wanted a good night of drinking, maybe a lot of flirting, hopefully getting a girl for a few hours. The fake ID he kept out in plain sight in his wallet, which held many, many secrets, worked like its usual charm, and he'd gotten more than a few shots into him. And flirted plenty. Of course, he managed to pick out the wrong girl at one point, and a very angry boyfriend came to settle matters (hey, the girl hadn't complained about the kiss!). A sucker punch to the face knocked Remy's sunglasses off, and the confrontation changed quickly from flirting with the wrong girl to being with the wrong crowd. Not many mutant lovers had filled the joint, and a fight circle ringed up fast, pushing him back to the man. Remy, never one to back down from a challenge, didn't take much prodding before he fought back, and it turned into a heavy brawl, his powers quickly giving him the advantage. And quickly getting the police called.
The police arrested the both of them, at least. Remy had a split lip, a shiner, and a badly twisted wrist. He took pride, though, in the other man's broken nose, burnt shirt, and scorch marks. He'd won just before the handcuffs came out and he got pulled out to a police car, cursing himself the whole way. He tried to turn his charm back up for his arresting officers, not resisting as he got paraded into the jail, getting more than a few looks for his devil's eyes. They were holding off on giving him his phone call, and he knew it. He got booked first, answered some questions until he felt his annoyance rise and refused to answer anything else until he got his phone call. They brought him to a cell instead, saying they had some more booking to do.
Finally, after an hour of sitting there, staring determinedly out with an icy stare, they let him out and led him to a phone. His temper kept rising, he snapped at the officers, and quickly dialed up the mansion. He hoped Logan would pick up, or a student would and he could ask for Logan. He pressed the phone hard against his ear, still glaring darkly at the police around him, and waited for someone to answer