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Remy LeBeau (ace_of_clubs) wrote in vas_captio_rpg,

Gambit turned and glanced back at her when she asked about 'Madelyn', an odd questioning expression on his face. But then he just shook his head but didn't answer, sending red hair flying in all directions for a moment.

Aah, a pair of sneakers. Size eleven? Score. He grabbed two pairs of those, then a pair of work boots for good measure. The boxes were left behind and he tied the laces together for easier carrying, then he was moving out of the aisle and for the register. A few button punches had it coming open and he fished out the cash there, shoved it into a pocket and smiled back at her.

"'Dis place ain' safe, chere. Shouln' be runnin' roun' on y' own. Mean 'dat. Fin' someone y' trus' an' stick wit' 'dem. Gat'er up wha' y' can 'cause y' gonna need everyr'in." See? That cart out there full of stuff?

That was his, and it was chock full of things he thought he might need. A clothing store was next on his list. Because this? Well, this uniform made him stick out like a sore thumb, and while that was great for bragging rights in the old city, it wasn't so great here. The Management already had a beat on him and this time he was working on being low-key.

That wouldn't last long.