InsaneJournal

Remy LeBeau had experienced a lot today, a lot of new things. New sensations. Like being eaten alive by birds. Twice. That had been fun, and it was completely new! Never before had he had birds trying to rip the flesh from his bones. At least they were crows, or ravens, or something, instead of birds of prey. Having an eagle trying to tear your flesh off would be much worse than crows pecking at you. Plus, eagles were larger. The smaller black birds ramming into windows didn't do too much damage.. at first. But having an eagle, or even a hawk, ramming into a window? Well, it'd be over and done with. of course, the birds of prey couldn't peck out your eyes with their curved beaks, but they could dig them out as if they were using a spoon, which was just as painful. Maybe he should write a little note to the Management and let them know just how silly it had been to use crows. He could think of tons of other birds he'd rather use! What about seagulls? Not only were they about the same size and weight as crows, but they also had that annoying screaming sort of noise, instead of just a soft cawing one. That would have been loads worse. Yes, he'd definitely have to write them a note.

As he came up on the ladder that led up into the museum, out of the tunnel, the Cajun was thinking about Selene and how she'd licked the blood from his body, how she'd taken a little more than perhaps she should have. His hand came to rest on his neck. Maybe the Doctor would think it was just another bird wound? Hopefully. How else would he explain it? He hoped he wouldn't have to. This conversation would be about the Doctor and the management, if he had any luck left in him. So with a shove, he was pushing open the trap door and hauling himself out of the tunnel. He'd brought the vampire down into the tunnels to keep her safe and had told her she could go with him, or pick her own direction. So she'd picked her own direction, though he knew those tunnels were a big maze, a big circle, and she could very well end up anywhere, even right here. That could be awkward.

Still, he was striding across the tile floor, heading for the Doctor's bedroom, only taking a brief glance up at the young boy who was sitting unmoving on the second floor, staring out over the railing at the window. That was a little creepy... but he dismissed it and tugged open the door to the Doctor's temporary room, before stepping in and lifting his eyebrows. "You gonna stick wit' me, an' we gonna stick wit' ot'er people. 'Dese people gunnin' for you, Docteur, 'dey say 'dey gonna take you t'morrow." Yes, he had conversations with the Management. Everyone did. Right? Right.