Sarah Rushman (_to_the_bone) wrote in gangs_of_nyx, @ 2011-03-02 16:14:00 |
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Entry tags: | gambit, marrow |
Characters: Remy LeBeau and Sarah Rushman
NPCs: --
Location: An abandoned parking garage
Timeline: Monday, Jan 28, 1976
Description: Remy comes across Sarah on a rather routine evening for her
Rating: TBD
The night was still young as the sun was setting just over Mutant Town. By nightfall, all of the citizens would be safely tucked away in the ‘safe’ havens of their homes or anywhere else they would call shelter, however, Remy felt alive at night. After all it was his in fact his element. He could roam about freely in the shadows or even in the light if he were to choose while he was adventuring. Some of the things he has seen go down in this town remind him of home. New Orleans was always a great place to live until he got kicked out.
For once he actually took the street. Walking down the sidewalk with his hands tucked into the rather large pockets of his leather trench. Bigger and better things, he thought but it didn’t feel any better. Gambit had a lot on his mind. Rather than think about it, he figured a walk to an uncertain destination would serve him well. Nothing beat walking around with no destination or purpose. It wasn’t for health purposes, nor was he going to meet anyone.
During his travels, he came across an abandoned sub-level parking garage and with his curious nature went inside. There were some homeless people with little fires on the various levels with rags for clothes and blankets and an area that was spattered with dried blood stains and the outer area covered in cigarette butts and empty beer bottles.
Even though Sarah very much hated people sometimes, there was no denying that she needed to leave the Morlock hideout every now and again. Mostly during the night. That was the time that she could find her fights. Street-fighting, at least for her, was pretty much the easiest way to make money. She wasn’t someone that you could beat very easily unless she was rundown or you were a naturally hard hitter. It was a recipe for easy money most times, and that was good enough for her.
She was dressed as she usually was. T-shirt and jeans along with her leather jacket. She cracked her knuckles as she went to her pre-determined spot for the night. The fight was supposed to be taking place in an abandoned parking garage. It hadn’t taken long to get there from the tunnels, and once she was there, Sarah was all for doing what she did best. The opponent wasn’t really much of anything. Nothing special. The first few hits hadn’t even hurt, and things were even less of a hassle once she strengthened her bones.
Needless to say, she had been the one to come out on top. And, of course, she’d collected her winnings with the intention of going somewhere else. She tucked the money into her pockets as she started to leave the garage. There was blood on her hands from where her knuckles had broken through her skin, but it wasn’t a bother. It never was.
Out of pure boredom or aggravation, Remy reached into his pocket and pulled out a deck of loose playing cards. After a few seconds of lining them up into a neat pile in his palm, he fanned them out and waved them around. The purple glow illuminated a good portion around him allowing him to see some of the figures moving in the darkness, rats, people and of course stuff that laid on the floor.
Obviously, he wasn’t thinking about much at this point and was just back to ‘normal’ so to speak. He kept his eye on the cards and shuffled them a few times. “Wat happened here?” He said, turning around in mid-sentence as his eyes fell onto the girl who appeared out of place. A bunch of homeless people, Remy and a girl with a leather jacket and bloodstains. There was something wrong with that picture.
As if he could help it, Gambit blinked when he saw the outward flash of his oddly colored eyes in the reflection of hers’. He took a few steps closer and fanned the cards out to her. “Pick a card, petite." He said, taking his attention off the question he just asked. Sometimes, he liked to play little games but perhaps not the ones she is interested in.
Her hand was still in her pocket as she made her way through the garage. Where would she go next? The Danger Room? Possible. Depended on how far she was willing to go, but that didn’t much matter. Sarah made her best of the time when the sun was down. Her other hand tucked into her jacket pocket as she blew an errant strand of her hair out of her face. She didn’t notice or care about what was going on around her. At least not until she heard a voice. She looked over at the source, seeing a man standing there, looking at her. His eyes were strangely colored, but sometimes that happened in M-Town.
He was coming closer and Sarah was considering whether or not to even bother dealing with him. It probably wouldn’t have been too difficult to get him off her case. “And if I don’t want to pick a card?” she asked plainly. She had better things to do with her time.
By the sound of it she wasn’t too happy with his request, or she didn’t have the patience. He figured a little trick or two was in order to maybe peak her interest. Remy lifted his other hand up over the top of the deck and pinched it with his fingers. The deck bowed in the middle from the pressure he was putting on the ends. He looked up at her for a second just before holding his other hand out. The cards appeared to be floating in the air, as they transferred from one hand to the other. There weren’t any imperfections either, meaning the cards didn’t bobble to and fro and were stacked neatly in his palm two feet from his left.
“C’mon, petite, It’ll only take a second o’ your time.” He spoke while eyeing up the cards. “D’en if you don’ like it, we can play a game dat you like.” His gaze shifted back up and he grinned toward her. Remy was putting on a little charm but not that kind. If it were any other girl he was talking to, she would cave just from the tone of his voice.