InsaneJournal

Remy LeBeau was often in a miserable state. Not only outside of this place (where he'd slept in strange women's beds, and wondered where his next meal would come from), but also within these glass walls (where he was experimented on, and tortured by one man in particular). He had been soggy all day the day before yesterday and now had a cold (that explained his sneezing and slight fever), he had been thrashed verbally by the Doctor (thanks for that, Time Lord, you prick), and now he'd been pecked within an inch of his life by demonic birds from Hell (they had ruined his coat!). On top of all of that, he had gone to find Jenny and had realized with great displeasure that she wasn't in the barn where he'd told her to go. So he'd quickly disappeared down into the tunnels below, to escape the birds who'd followed him into his barn, and he'd lit up his tattered coat and hurried along through the tunnels. He'd popped up in the theater accidentally before ducking back in and continuing on. Second try was a charm, though, and he was nudging up the trap door, shoving and pushing against it, because of the heavy trunk that the Doctor had set on it days earlier.

It must have looked quite a sight to Selene, who wasn't aware of the tunnel's existence. One moment, the trunk was sitting there, unmoving.. and the next, it was jumping around some, being rocked, as if something was pushing up from under it. It had taken a few long seconds, but the trunk was finally rocked off, sliding from its spot on the trap door, and off to the side as the door swung open and clattered onto the floor, swinging there on its hinges. Then two gloved hands grasped onto the edge and the red-head was hauling himself up, off of the ladder that led upwards, and pushing up so his arms extended fully and he could get a knee between them and onto the wooden floor. Only then was he standing and dusting himself off.

Poor Selene. She was hungry, and there stood the mutant, bloody and grinning like a mad man. He had a clotted cut on his cheek, one over his eyebrow, one on his lip, various peck marks, and a few bloody gashes on his exposed fingers (pinky and pointer on each hand). One of them was still bleeding quite heavily. And the slices in his clothing? On his sleeves, his shirt beneath the trench coat, his pants, and the trench coat itself? They were all a little bloody, because his skin beneath had been sliced as well. Several of those were bleeding now, too, thanks to his movement in the tunnels. It was like a buffet, vampire. Control yourself.

"Someone call f' uh fire?" He asked cheekily, lifting red on black eyes to lock onto one of the birds waiting in the rafters, cawing down at them.