Remy Etienne LeBeau (_gumbo) wrote in marvel_prep, @ 2013-06-18 14:34:00 |
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Entry tags: | black king, gambit |
Thread: Ain't Nobody Got Time For Dat
Characters: Sebastian Shaw and Remy LeBeau
NPCs: --
Location: The same back alley Remy cornered Shaw Shaw cornered Remy last time. NYC.
Timeline: 6/17/13 late evening [backdated]
Description: Shaw summons Remy at an inconvenient time. BAU.
Rating: PG-13
He should be at the school being a good boyfriend to Haroun who was outraged at the news he'd received from his college of choice. He should be back by his side lending support, shared anger, and maybe an occasional word of encouragement from the perpetual 'bright side' LeBeau could pull from in dire times. Gambit didn't get shaken up easily, but this was a lot to take in. Not just the colleges and universities going on the fritz. The whole situation with Charles, with Rogue, the school closing and all of them moving to Stark's. Scott was on the warpath and the team was his weapon and Remy was starting to wonder if Summers wasn't cracking under the pressure of it all, too. The thief was feeling the need to distance himself before the bomb went off. Multiple bombs in this case. He didn't wait to be caught in the crux if Scott did something brash and their next target wasn't a computer lab but, what, Capitol Hill? How far would it escalate? Protect the school, sure. Protect the mutants there from getting hurt. Those were the people Remy cared about. But now the school was closing and there was just... Gambit felt he had too many plates spinning. He needed to focus on the ones that really mattered. He needed to be back with Haroun, if his boy had even touched the ground yet since Remy left to come to the city.
But instead he was sitting crouched in an alley, head between his hands, waiting for Shaw, his other other problem, to arrive. Gambit was not in a placating mood, but he had come. As much as he detested being at Shaw's beck and call, he knew being under his heel was actually easier than the alternative. He'd weasel out of it eventually. But right now he was stuck.
When he spotted Shaw, Gambit stood up and raked his hair back from his face, tipping his chin up in an insolent kind of way because being around Shaw always got his defenses up. "Let's make dis fast. I got shit to do. Don't you ever just email, Shaw?" He watched the other teen draw closer and had to stop himself from taking a step back. The wall of the alley was behind him and he shifted slightly to keep his back open, realizing his error in positioning. It didn't matter. He was a cornered rat before Sebastian Shaw. "What you want dat couldn't be done back dere?"