Remy LeBeau (loaded_deck) wrote in ic_chaos, @ 2008-11-14 21:08:00 |
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Entry tags: | iron lad, remy |
Remy, Iron Lad
Who: Remy LeBeau, Billy Kaplan
NPCs: ---
When: November 14 2008
Where: Salem New York, Salem Academy
What: Remy’s adjusting.
Rating: PG 13
According to the doctor, Remy wouldn’t regain the full use of his hands for a month. On his right hand, his thumb, index finger, and middle finger were bound up in a cast. On his left hand, only his pinky. Remy’s nose was starting to straighten itself out after being broken, and the bruises had faded into a nasty green-yellow color.
All this waiting around and healing had given Remy too much time to think. He had no roommate, and aside from the “remedial tutoring” (to catch him up on the five plus years of school he’d missed) Remy had too little to do since he hadn’t been placed in class. Remy wasn’t allowed off campus – it turned out Bobby had mother-hen tendencies, especially towards students he’d brought back personally – and it was driving him more than a little stir-crazy.
But one thing Remy did get plenty of time to do was readings on his surroundings. His cards gave him all sorts of interesting information about his fellow students – such as to avoid the redhead with an insatiable appetite, and that there was something wrong with Bobby. His former employer believed him dead, and that worked well for Remy.
Remy frowned and re-situated himself, Indian-style, on the couch and did his best not to wince as his ribs twinged. “Darlin, what ya mean der’ be trouble?” He muttered, mostly to himself as he twirled one of his cards – queen of spades – between his left index and middle finger.
Lucky for him he was left handed. He hadn’t told the thugs who’d beaten him that.