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Remy LeBeau: Here For Your Entertainment. (mssr_lebeau) wrote in valarlogs,
@ 2014-08-17 17:07:00

Entry tags:

!complete, anna marie (rogue), remy lebeau (gambit)

Who: Remy LeBeau & Rogue
What: Mssr. LeBeau arrives in town and, er, hits someone with his car.
When: August 17, Early Evening
Where: Out in front of a Starbucks in Santa Ana
Rating/Warnings: PG13 for Language
Status: Open! / Complete

California wasn't all that bad.. it wasn't so different from Louisiana, except that he'd yet to see a woman wearing pants (they were all short shorts), and no one had a Southern accent. In fact, that idiot in Starbucks had just called him 'dude'. Really? Dude? Idiot.

Remy was dressed casually in a lightweight suit, a dress shirt, and a t-shirt underneath. He wasn't even wearing a tie. The blazer and dress shirt were pushed up at to just below the elbows and he looked surprisingly out of place in this county that had all types. Only he could manage to look out of place somewhere so eclectic. Pushing his sunglasses back onto his face, he'd take a drink of the sugary, caffeinated concoction and beeped his car. A beautiful, blue 1966 Shelby Cobra 427 Super Snake.

Walking around to the driver's side, he wait for a few cars to rush by before he opened the door and slid in, starting it up and pulling out his cell phone to get the GPS going again. He had yet to make it to his new home, though his things had already been delivered there.

The billionaire was paying more attention to his phone than what was in front of him. One hand would shift the stick into first gear and those expensive shoes would dance across the pedals and the car would be moving forward to pull out of that parallel parking spot-- until there was a thump. He immediately looked up while slamming on the break, eyes wide beneath his sunglasses.

Holy shit. He'd hit someone! Turning off the car, and putting the parking break on, he'd hop out and come around to the front. "Are you alright?" Oh, shit, don't let this be like the last time...

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dangerous_touch
2014-08-17 10:16 pm UTC (link)

Rogue was walking to her bike on the other side of the road. She'd dropped off some baked goods to friends and was ready to go home. While she was mentally preoccupied she had at least.checked to make sure she had right of way. Which meant getting hit by a car was utterly surprising and well unpleasant. It wasn't hard, hard enough to send her rolling and give her some bruises and road rash, but that didn't make her any less angry.

The red haired, with brilliant white steaks in it, girl was pulling herself up. The roll had torn her jeans, and scuffed the elbow of her shirt. She had road crap in her hair, her face had some road rash along one cheek. She was taking stock as she sat up, hip was tender from where it'd collided with the car, elbow from hitting the ground but nothing serous. That was good.

And that enabled the temper to flare, southern accent thick as she started in on him. "Ain't you payin attention? Fuck, ah swear! No one Fucking looks anymore. You done ruined one of my favorite pairs of jeans!" She was all snarls and angry faces. Eyes bright in annoyance.

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mssr_lebeau
2014-08-17 10:43 pm UTC (link)

He was already lifting his hands in surrender, cell phone pinched between his fingers and a sheepish look on his face. She wasn't dead. Thank God.

"Desole." Perfect, if slightly accented, French. His father and mother had been French Cajun, though neither had ever seen a dingy section of the Bayou. By proxy, it made Remy a Cajun, too, but with no one around him prattling on in that accent, he simply hadn't picked up much of it. His Nanny had been French Cajun as well, but her accent had softened over time into something more Southern. So that was what the playboy had ended up with, a soft Cajun, Southern-sounding accent.

"Sorry, fille, I didn't see you." Perfect English, aside from that bit of an accent. Every time he'd said 'ain't', he'd been hit with a ruler. "Are you okay?" He was coming around the nose of his car, putting the phone in his back pocket and offering both hands down to help her up-- but she climbed to her feet herself and he just laughed some and rubbed the back of his head.

If nothing else, he was rather handsome.

"I'm so sorry. Do you need t' go to the hospital? I could call an ambulance." He was looking her over even as he spoke, trying to assess the damage there. The last thing he needed was another lawyer calling him up and wanting money out of him.

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dangerous_touch
2014-08-17 10:51 pm UTC (link)

His accent stopped her rant for all of a minute. Weird hearing one of those out here these days. Handsome men weren't a big thing in her life, after all she couldn't touch them what was the point? But oh she took him in, appreciated the view then rolled her eyes, filling him away under rich spoiled brat based on car and clothing alone. She could be wrong, but she didn't think she was too far off the mark.

He was lucky she was going on the straight and narrow otherwise she'd have made it look worse for the money. As it was she was fired up and grumpy. "Seriously did no one ever tell you to look where you was going?" She'd snap at him, brushing the road crap out of her hair. Ugh.

"No need for a damn ambulance. I'm on my feet, nothing's broken. You're Fucking lucky ain't you?" She was a mouthy one wasn't she? She could feel Logan's healing still in her system, knowing the worst was being taken care of, she only hoped her face was still torn up so as to not scare the man.

"Jes learn to pay attention, hell."

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mssr_lebeau
2014-08-17 10:56 pm UTC (link)

She'd hit the nail on the head. Rich, spoiled brat.

"I looked, but then you were there. Didn't anyone ever tell you t' not walk in front of cars where people are clearly on their cell phones, not paying attention to the road? We're dangerous." There, finally a smile. A smooth, charming smile. "I really am sorry."

Though, she was asking about him being lucky and he shrugged up in shoulders in a surprisingly graceful fashion. He should have been an acrobat or a ballet dancer. "Not always as lucky as this." The last guy had broken limbs, there'd been a lot of blood.

Glancing back over her again, he'd hesitate and lean some to look at her knee. Hadn't that just been.. bleeding? Maybe he'd been seeing things. "Look, can I.. give you a ride somewhere?" Don't think he hadn't glanced at his car just to make sure there was no damage, because he had. Thankfully, she was soft.

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dangerous_touch
2014-08-17 11:03 pm UTC (link)

"Ain't supposed to drive and be on your phone anyways, asshole." She rolled her eyes at him. "I had right of way, so learn to pay attention." She'd snap at him. Rogue was now in a foul mood. She'd been strung out on nerves all week now this. She was over it all.

"Then maybe you shouldn't be driving." Simple as that as she shook her head,she'd seen him look at her face. She made sure her hair fell over the healing wounds. She didn't want to deal with the questions.

"No. I've got my bike." She gestured to the motorcycle parked on the other side of the road. "Ain't need rides from boys who can't drive. You got a name though so I can remember who to avoid?" Her lip curled in a vicious little smile.

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mssr_lebeau
2014-08-17 11:10 pm UTC (link)

It wasn't the first time he'd been called an asshole and it wouldn't be the last. When you were rich and famous, people were going to hate you sometimes. And for no good reason! Well, this girl had a good reason. Maybe. Just a bit.

"Hey, I said I was sorry, non? Desole. Swear." He crossed an 'X' over his heart with one finger, but would continue to smile, even through her angry words. "Usually I'm a very good driver." So he said.

"Well, if you're going to use my name to avoid me, I'm not sure I want to give it to you.." All smiles, it was rare Remy wasn't smiling. He was born to be a politician. Liar. Thief. Yes, a politician for sure.

"I'm Remy LeBeau. May I have the pleasure of y' name in return, fille?" Southern-licked English with a spattering of French and just the smallest hint of a twist of Cajun in there, with certain words. Oh, what a jumbled up man this was.

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dangerous_touch
2014-08-17 11:41 pm UTC (link)

She stepped away from the man. He felt like someone she used to rob from. Slimy. Rich. Troublesome. And she wanted nothing to do with him. "Yeah okay, I believe you." She rolled her eyes again, tired of seeing with him already.

"Whatever then." She start to had to get bike when he gave his name.

She bit her tongue. Everyone knew her as rogue but she want sure she wanted to give him that name. So she swallowed her dislike. "Anna" she flicked a hand at him. Dismissing him as she snarked over her shoulder. "Ain't a pleasure. I do hope we don't meet again." She was sure her face was all better, good timing to bail.

She got to get bike, slid her helmet on and very obviously looking around as if to say she was a better driver than he was, before she took off into traffic, the Harley carrying her off away from him as fast as was legal. God she was so pissed.

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mssr_lebeau
2014-08-17 11:49 pm UTC (link)

His hands would find his hips as she spend off like that, a smirk covering his face. He'd shake his head and turn to look over his car again, smoothing a hand over the nose to look for scratches and scrapes. After finding nothing, he would come back around the side and climb into the car.

This time, he looked around before taking off into traffic. The GPS could talk him through the way to his place. He didn't really need to look at the screen.

First day here and he'd already hit someone. Just great.

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