Le Diable Blanc (remylediable) wrote in athinblackline, @ 2009-06-03 01:22:00 |
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Entry tags: | gambit, illusion |
Who: Gambit, Illusion
When: Wednesday, June 3rd, late afternoon (Vacation Day)
Where: On route to the coffee shop (then New Orleans)
What: Remy wants a decent cup of coffee, but there's only one place that has it..
Warning: mild language
Revolve was wearing on Remy. Not physically-- he was far more wired than anyone probably had a right to be in a place like this, and damn if the Cajun wasn't flourishing during the struggle of the arena-- but mentally he was feeling the strain of captivity.
All he could think about was home and freedom. Craved it with an intensity that sometimes kept him up at night as he imagined his family, what they were doing, and what was going on in his city. He spent hours tracing all the streets he had ever walked down, imagining that he was back there.
There was something dark in the back of his mind and try as he might he couldn't keep that cloud away. Even with so many mutants crammed into the dorms, Remy still felt desperately alone and far more tired than he'd ever admit.
Fuck, he was tired. And, it had nothing to do with the extra training session he had today.
Which was why he had decided he needed a coffee. No one should be this tired at only four in the afternoon. Forsaking the cafeteria, since their coffee usually tasted like crap, he wandered past the arenas toward the coffee shop. It wasn't good New Orleans coffee and chicory-- and damn if Remy wouldn't kill someone for a cafe au lait from Cafe du Monde right about now-- but what the coffee shop had was definitely better than nothing, and right now Remy could use it.