Who: Remy LeBeau, Pete Wisdom, Raven Darkholme, Kitty Pryde What: Trying to relieve boredom? Where: Third Floor Common Room When: Tuesday night Rating: None other then flirting and wise cracks? Status: Complete
Remy couldn't stand that whole decontamination thing he had been put through. It just wasn't right. Yes, he understood their reasoning for it, but did it really have to involve needles? He hated needles. It was worse then being stuck in snow. Well, maybe not worse, but pretty damn close. For all the jokes in the world, nothing seemed to appease them. They just kept wanting more and more. Clothes. Blood. You know it. And there was no way he was going to just sit there and have them watch and wait for him to exhibit some symptoms. Why wouldn't he make it this long alive? Wasn't it always the bastards that lived through these types of things? That made it alive after the world had thrown the worst it had at you? Yeah, if they were not going to give him any choice besides sit around or get stabbed, Remy quickly rethought that whole no needles thing and ended up holding out his arm for them to take all they wanted. The vampires comment apparently came off unsettling. But what was he supposed to do? There were only so many remarks about the blue man group anyone could make.
Choosing to wonder around the few places he could go, grumbling about how if he was an actual threat he would have blown up the building already, he was glad to at least have a pack of cards. Even before this whole Apocolypse, he was the type that needed to be on the move. Sure, he could sit around and appear to be laid back, but he was always itching to do something. Solitaire could only keep you going for so long. And the way people stared, he half felt like he should be wearing a pair of sunglasses. Sure, some of them were pretty obvious mutants themselves, but it made a man self conscious. As much as Remy LeBeau loved attention, some of the looks of curiosity were nice, but some of the fearful ones, that just irked him to no end. Choosing to ignore it all, he kept his poker face. How could he not? It's what he did.
Shuffling the cards in his hands, he found himself some place to sit, only to look up every now and again, trying to at least appear friendly. "Dis is gonna be a long night?"