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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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set_to_stun
2011-02-10 06:24 am UTC (link)

Kitty knew they were out there. No matter how well insulated and sound-proofed the halls of the mansion might have been, Pete's voice was unmistakable to her through the door of her room. Like smoke, it curled through the cracks and slowly suffocated her as she tried in vain to relax. But then it was gone, leaving her anxious to lift the moratorium she'd placed on their having any Serious Talks. In return for showing him around and asking him a few questions for a project she was working on, he'd agreed rather easily, although she suspected it had more to do with his own motives than wanting the time with her.

When she'd first come up from her usual after-dinner Danger Room hours, spent programming as usual, there hadn't been anyone around. But somehow, through the course of finishing the book she'd been reading and doing a few yoga poses to further clear her mind, they'd congregated down in the common room. She only heard his voice in that one quick burst, probably when someone had entered.

Part of her was saying that it would be better to leave it alone, wait and see, but the rest of her screamed to see this last piece of the puzzle. She'd been thinking about it for days--was she ready to hear what he had to say, even if it was horrible? Cruel? Heartbreaking? And again, her mind was divided, in this case between not believing it could be that bad and the other unsure that it could really do much to change her opinion of him. Well--certainly it would change her opinion of him. But maybe not her feelings, such as they were, since mostly she just cared for him in a nostalgic way. It was a generous tribute to what he'd been to her, that she couldn't bear to hate someone who had done those things and treated her that way. And she'd never been able to hate him after the outbreak simply because her superficial fantasies of seeing him, beating him up and/or yelling at him seemed so cruel if he was somewhere int he world fighting for his life. The line between people you'd wish dead and people you wouldn't changes drastically when that line could be a reality.

So saying a mental FUCK YOU to the part of her--the surprisingly virtuous, teenage part of her that often echoed the sentiments of people like Scott and Kurt--that told her to leave it alone. She wanted to talk and he'd just have to deal.

Kitty pulled her hair from its ponytail as she searched for shoes--she shoved her feet in ballet slippers--and a massive sweater to cover up a little. Where it fell open, loosely tied with the attached belt, it revealed the leggings and tank top she'd been wearing to practice yoga. One glance in the mirror triggered only one thought, FUCK IT--she still had on some make-up from earlier and her hair was huge from drying naturally. With a profound sense of ability, Kitty headed down the hall, straight for the common room.

The assembled group made her lips tug upwards in an unavoidable smile, as if she'd walked in on the so-called criminal elements of the mansion deviously meeting in the night, when by all discernible signs they were just playing poker. Kitty leaned against the door, tall and gamine, waiting for the inevitable moment when she'd lock eyes with Pete.

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blue_bitch
2011-02-10 07:30 am UTC (link)

Raven really had no good advice to dispense. She wasn't there because she wanted to be, and she wasn't there trying to make the X-Men love her. She was there because Irene had told her that it was a necessity for her own survival, and so she'd done what she had always done to survive - adapt and fake it until she got where she needed to be. So far, it was working. Both of the men were similar in their abilities to do what had to be done to ensure their own survival, and there was no doubt in her mind that if they really wanted to be there, they'd manage to weasel their ways into the residents' good graces.

Though her head was still pointed in Wisdom and LeBeau's direction, as soon as the young woman arrived in the doorway, her eyes were on her. One of the wonderful things about her physical mutation was her ability to stare at anyone without worrying about someone noticing.

"That's a wise decision," she replied to LeBeau's comment, eye-roll evident in her voice even if it wasn't visible on her face. Not bothering to turn toward the girl, she asked simply, "Will you be standing there staring at Wisdom all night, Pryde, or are you going to come say hello?"

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mr_wisdom
2011-02-10 07:42 am UTC (link)

Pete scoffed at the Cajun's words. "Wouldn't know," he admitted. "I always managed to do the devil's work and keep busy at the same time. Likely you're doing it wrong if you can't manage both."

He had a much better in than LeBeau, because he already knew one of the locals as it were and she'd asked him to stay. Not that he couldn't earn his place on his own. Wisdom was still going to do what needed doing. It just happened to be a much less soul draining job than it had been.

See, that's where Kitty was all wrong. His motive was wanting time with her. Pete wouldn't have stuck around at all if she'd not asked him to, no matter how she meant it when she asked. He'd been surviving just fine on his own.

But apparently, he wanted to do more than survive for once. Which was likely daft considering the state of the world, but Wisdom didn't really give a bloody damn if it was sensible or not.

Wisdom had thought he'd heard someone behind him, but he'd not turned around and his back was to the doorway. He snorted out a cloud of smoke as Raven took a small jab at Remy. Then she addressed the person behind him.

All right, apparently she wasn't utterly tired of him yet. Pete turned and looked that direction. "Hello, kitten," he greeted with a bit of a smile. "You going to join us? Maybe we can get LeBeau here to quit whinging and do something useful with those cards he's fiddling with."

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theragincajun
2011-02-10 07:56 am UTC (link)

Remy was just watching the cards flutter back and forth between his hands, enjoying the feel of them. It was relaxing and gave his fidgety hands something to do. He was a touchy one, always had been. It was hard not to when you had more then enough pent up energy as it was. He always needed to be on the move to some degree, regardless as to how laid back he appeared. And right now, it helped.

But that did not mean that he didn't pay attention to the door. After Raven's little crack at him, which he gladly ignored and only allowed a grin to cross his features, he had looked up to see the girl. Still shuffling the cards, and hearing Raven's words about the girl staring at Pete, which indeed she was, Remy found himself all too curious as to what it was Pete had been doing for these past five days and wondered if it hadn't been the girl.

Remy's thoughts only seemed to find themselves solidifying as his eyes moved over to Pete and hearing the word kitten? What the hell? Was that some sort of pet name? This was getting better and better. And an obvious age gap, not that Remy personally cared, but it was adding to the amusement. Remy's eyes kept moving between each of the people now in the room. It was strange how quickly everyone's composure practically changed in here because of one girl.

Pausing his shuffling, Remy smirked and held up an ace of spades, only to point out the nice glow it seemed to have as he charged the card. "Could do many tings with dese cards mon ami." Of course, he was obviously only teasing, but Remy was curious as to how this was really all going to play out. Pulling the charge back he shuffled the cards again, but turned towards the table more. "What is it dat we be playin' anyway? Five card stud? Or crazy eights?" Yes, Remy was well prepared to make some more cracks of his own if need be very soon.

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set_to_stun
2011-02-10 08:06 am UTC (link)

As Remy was the first to look up at her, Kitty glanced over at him and smiled at what she saw. He was the new guy and wow, he was good looking. But Raven distracted her quickly.

"Nope, I'm stealing him away to my room, if he'll come without a fight," Kitty replied to Raven without blinking, a smile on her face that could easily suggest that she liked very much to stare at Pete. When he smiled at her, no amount of practice could have given her the skill to hide the way her eyes lit up. She pushed off the door frame and stood up straight, her dancer's posture giving her the full advantage of her five foot eight inch frame.

"I'll pour you a drink," Kitty offered, in case he needed the persuading. Somehow, speaking to him in front of two people who--judging from their attitudes--would easily jump to conclusions seemed like a lot less pressure than if Kurt or Ororo or someone had been in the room.

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blue_bitch
2011-02-10 08:20 am UTC (link)

Raven's eyebrow arched ever so slightly higher at Pryde's response, and she just barely managed to bite her tongue, though she did turn to give Wisdom an amused look when he broke out a nickname. That certainly explained some of the things about him that were different.

But then LeBeau was doing his best to show off, and she found herself rolling her eyes again as she approached the table, settling in in the seat beside his. If Pryde did indeed have plans to whisk Wisdom away immediately, at least Raven would be left with a very bored LeBeau. There were certainly things that they could think of to do to pass the time.

"I would love a drink, thank you," she responded to Pryde, fully aware that the offer had not been extended to her. If she was going to have to sit through the girl making doe eyes at Wisdom, alcohol couldn't possibly hurt.

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mr_wisdom
2011-02-10 08:31 am UTC (link)

Right, because he was in the habit of calling anyone, no matter who they were, by their proper name. Kitty was the exception only because he had more pet names for her than for most other people.

Let's see, go to Kit's room and hopefully make some progress on giving him a proper reason to hang around or piss away the afternoon and evening bandying words with Raven and LeBeau? As if that was a choice at all. "You had me at whisking me off to your room, Kit," he assured her as he rose from the table.

He turned his attention to Remy for a moment. "You'll just have to play with yourself, Cajun," he remarked as he dug out the pack of fags from his pocket. He tossed it to the thief, then nodded to Raven. "Cheers."

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theragincajun
2011-02-10 08:52 am UTC (link)

Well if this all wasn't interesting, Remy sure as hell didn't know what was. So he goes from kitten to Kit? Was the girl's actual name Kitten? How strange things play out. Not that Remy really needed much for introductions. Of course, he couldn't help but try to hold back a little snicker at Raven's response, let alone Pete's apparent need to tell him he could play with himself. But to have the cigarettes tossed in his direction? Oh yes, he pocketed those quickly.

Leaning back in his seat, he was surprised Raven didn't mosey on out with them and leave him here alone again. Not that he minded, but he found himself shuffling his cards again. Looking over at Raven he smirked. "So chère, you tell me. Am I playin' by myself or non?"

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	set_to_stun 2011-02-10 08:56 am UTC (link)
	"I'll catch you later this week," Kitty promised Raven, thoughts of engineering swimming in her head that were quickly replaced by he's standing very close to you thoughts as Pete joined her. She saluted the two seated parties before she led the way out. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

blue_bitch
2011-02-10 09:07 am UTC (link)

"Have fun, kids," she replied, tilting her head to watch appreciatively as Pryde and her leggings walked out, followed by Wisdom. Once they were gone, she turned to LeBeau, raising an eyebrow at his question.

"That depends entirely on the game, LeBeau." As long as she'd known him, it was interesting to finally have a name to go along with the body. She crossed her legs under the table, letting her foot rest against his leg. Keeping her tone casual, she asked, "Have they assigned you a room yet?"

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theragincajun
2011-02-10 09:36 am UTC (link)

Leaning forward a little bit, he paid no mind to the two that left. Sure, that wasn't obvious at all as to what was going on with them. Definitely not his business and at the moment, he hardly felt there was a reason to bother to even look into it. Especially when he had another form of entertainment in front of him.

"Any game you'd like. Who would I be to say no?" He quipped, only to finally stop shuffling those damn cards. "Room seven? 'Parently I was told somethin' 'bout me not gettin' a bathroom. So I'm guessin' dey like me to to wonder dese halls."

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blue_bitch
2011-02-10 09:42 am UTC (link)

She licked her lips and watched his hands as he stopped shuffling the cards. Any game... that gave her quite a few options. Remy was in room seven, presumably on the third floor, as the room was occupied on her floor. She smiled at the mention of the room's lack of bathroom.

"I have a bathroom in my room," she nodded, tilting her head slightly to ask, "Would you like to see it?"

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theragincajun
2011-02-10 09:49 am UTC (link)

See her bathroom? Well that was one he hadn't heard in quite a while. Of course, that whole decontamination thing kind of burnt out the spark for that one. If anything he was more then happy to go without seeing her bathroom, if she really showed it to him right now.

Laughing lightly, he shook his head, looking back down at the cards in his hands for but a moment before looking back up at Raven. "Maybe 'nother time? If anythin' I could use some help gettin' back to my room though. Dis place be a lil' confusin', non?" Yeah right. He was so full of shit right there as it was since his room was right across the hall over there and to top it off, him and the layout of any building was something he had a tendency to memorize. You needed to know certain things, especially if things went bad.

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blue_bitch
2011-02-10 10:00 am UTC (link)

Raven leveled her eyes at him and raised an eyebrow as he declined the offer, not even bothering to waste time rolling her eyes. He was shuffling the deck in his hands again, and she watched it, considering his request. Room seven was directly across the hall from the common room, and there was no way in hell that he didn't already know that.

"Fine," she pushed back from the table and stood, moving toward the door. "But you had better make it worth my while to help you find it."

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theragincajun
2011-02-10 10:09 am UTC (link)

Standing up, he just smirked as he pocketed the cards. They burned his coat, and as much as the poor damn thing needed it, he really wanted it back. His coat did so much more then just keep him warm, and yes, while that was needed, considering his strong hate for snow, Remy liked the ability to place as many things as he needed to in the pockets. He was able to hide so much. And now nothing. It was irritating, but he'd deal with that later. Obviously he was going to need a coat in the dead of winter right?

Of course, following Raven the whole few steps across the hall seemed far more important to him at the moment. "I'm sure we can be comin' up with somethin' for dat."

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	blue_bitch 2011-02-10 10:22 am UTC (link)
	"Mmm, here's hoping," she replied, leading the way out to the hall and toward his room. There were a few things that the man had always been good for, and thankfully making things worth her while generally fell into that category. As she left the room, she glanced at him over her shoulder. "Turn out the lights." (Reply to this) (Parent)

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