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Tweak says, "i'm neurodivergent and a minor"

gamblin' man (theragincajun) wrote in devolve,
@ 2011-02-08 20:04:00

Entry tags:

kitty_pryde, pete_wisdom, raven_darkhoelme, remy_lebeau

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?"

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blue_bitch
2011-02-10 04:51 am UTC (link)

Raven simply smirked as the two went back and forth about why Black Air would or wouldn't have any information on LeBeau. From what she'd seen of him, Wisdom was right. Thieves for hire, regardless of their connections, weren't the kind of thing that an organization like that would waste their time or resources tracking down. Not unless he had something that they wanted, and she doubted that they were all that into paintings.

"You'll have to figure it out," she shrugged. "Make yourselves useful somehow. If you serve a purpose here, they're more reluctant to give you the boot." Raven was pretty sure that beyond their wanting to rehabilitate her and thinking that there was some sort of soft, gooey center deep within her, they were keeping her around because she was helpful. She could teach them things that they needed to know, and it was in their best interest to keep her around to teach it. "The good news is that they trust me far less than they trust either of you, and I've been here over a year. They have little reason to not trust either of you."

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mr_wisdom
2011-02-10 05:15 am UTC (link)

"All right, two bit is being a bit generous," he agreed. Really, the British Ministry of Defence hadn't given a tinker's damn what Lebeau knocked off. The only reason they had any gen on him at all was because Wisdom had encountered and used him a few times. The Cajun had returned the favour a time or two as well. "But what can I say? You've been useful from time to time."

Raven's reply wasn't much help. Considering what they were restricted from, they couldn't help with much of the grunt work even, since the fishery and the greenhouse were off limits without supervision. They weren't allowed weapons, so they could train hand to hand and with their powers only. And he imagined this lot were going to have fits when LeBeau started exploding things.

"Good to know," he told Raven, taking another drag on his cigarette. He could always track down Kit and see if she could sit with him while he did things where he was allowed to work with supervision. The paranoia was a bit surprising really, as secret motives were less of an issue these days when everybody else was just surviving.

Made Pete wonder if they'd been betrayed by someone they'd taken it. Was likely possible, although why anyone would try it was a mystery. The take home wasn't near worth the risk, considering the powers and numbers that the colony's residents possessed.

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theragincajun
2011-02-10 05:37 am UTC (link)

As amused as he was about everyone taking him quite so literal, all this talk did was put more thoughts in Remy's head. What the hell was he going to do? Check for gaps in their security and find a way to get caught only to raise his hands and go, look, you need to do this and this here? It's a weak spot? Yeah, that's a way to get someone to trust you. Hey! I'm a thief! Trust me! Bright red warning flag on that one there.

Well, that and what was he going to do? Blow something up? He could only imagine what whirlwind of fun that little point would make. What was that noise? Oh, Remy didn't think that rock was in the right place again. He could cook, but probably get irritated with it all. Or they might with him for the need for certain spices. And that's if they let him do that. He honestly didn't recall that part. Probably would think he was too close to knives or something. These folks were insane.

A little put off by the responses, Remy kicked himself away from the wall and headed back to the chair only to grab his cards and shuffle them again. "Merde. Won't be long before I end up givin' reasons not to be trusted den, I'm sure. What's dat sayin' 'bout idle hands Pete?" Yes, that was a crack about Mr. Living-Quote-Book over here.

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