Robert Drake (phoenixpyre) wrote in ic_chaos, @ 2008-11-10 09:53:00 |
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Entry tags: | ghost, phoenix, remy |
Phoenix, Ghost,
Who: Bobby Drake, Jubilation Lee, Remy LeBeau
NPCs: New Orleans gangsters
When: November 9 2008 (backdated)
Where: New Orleans Louisiana, dock district
What: Bobby and Jubilee are sent to retrieve Remy LeBeau.
Rating: PG 13
Bobby didn't like leaving on such short notice -especially on a Sunday which prevented him from properly rescheduling his work. But from what he heard, the situation was... unique. It wasn't often that he was sent to retrieve someone who had gotten themselves into this situation mostly on their own. Kinda. Who knew where it started and ended with kids like Remy?
It didn't help that the mental noise of New Orleans was giving Bobby one hell of a headache, nor that Remy was a mentally slippery person so even if Bobby wasn't battling off a city's worth of thinking, finding the kid still would've been a problem. Bobby popped prescription painkillers two hours ago. The good part about having Cerebro, at least, involved Lensherr being able to work out where Remy was so they didn't have to scour New Orleans for the kid. But that had been roughly six hours ago. Making sure nothing had changed since then was reasonably important - if the gang had moved themselves for whatever reason since then, it would make finding the kid a lot harder.
"Ok, I'm pretty sure that's them." Bobby was looking a little worn around the eyes, and his mouth was tight. New Orleans just rubbed him wrong - the sounds, the smells, pretty much everything offended his northern bred and raised sensibilities. "I'm going to cause a big-ass commotion, so don't worry about anything but finding him and getting out."
The area might have been nice once, but it still bore the scars of Hurricane Katrina - the bridges were the only reasonably new things, and most of the buildings were patched up with what was formerly aluminum roofing, and big sheets of plywood. The grass grew over pieces of metal and wood that used to be part of who-knew-what, and the tributary was lined with all manner of garbage. The building Bobby had indicated may have been a warehouse, or an unattractive office building where phone sales clerks annoyed people with stuff nobody really wanted. Whatever it used to be, it was now Drug HQ.