InsaneJournal

The first thing that Monsieur LeBeau noticed was that his head hurt. A lot. The next thing he noticed was that he was laying on his back.. in the middle of a forest. And it was dark. It took a few seconds for his eyes to adjust, but the Cajun was slowly sitting up and smoothing a partially gloved hand back through auburn hair, ruffling it up as he looked around. "C'est ici que.." He breathed in deeply through his nose and tilted his head back to look up at the moon through the trees. "Ah dun' t'ink Ah'm in Kan'sus anymore." The soft words broke the silence around him, before the odd-colored eyes of the mutant (red and black, odd even by mutant standards) were lowering away from the moon and sliding over the trees around him, then to the cold ground he was sitting on, before he finally noticed the woman laying next to him. "Mon dieu. 'Dis mus' be heaven." From what he could see, and the soft moonlight that lit her face, she looked quite pretty. And Gambit, being Gambit, had to appreciate that for a moment before he got back to business and was slowly pushing himself to stand, hands smoothing over his chest, then over his sides, to assess his situation. All limbs accounted for, he could feel all of his body parts.. and then those partially gloved fingers were finding their way over his pockets.

They were empty.

"Merde." The thick Cajun accent sounded softer when he was speaking French, but it was a rare occurance. He felt through both outside pockets of his brown leather jacket, then he opened it up to feel through the inside pockets. Then his pant pockets. Nothing. There was nothing. No cards. No knives. No lockpicks. No wallet-- no credit cards (so what if they weren't his? Don't judge him!). No sunglasses. Just the clothes on his back and the boots on his feet.. His boots! Quickly, he was lifting his right foot to feel at the ankle.. no. His small swiss army knife was gone, too. And that had been his emergency weapon, for cutting ropes and things, of course. But at least he wasn't completely without weapons For Remy LeBeau, anything could be a weapon. But first things first, he needed to figure out where he was, and how the Hell he'd gotten here.

And who was that pretty lady? His eyes came back down to her again. It was chilly outside, but he was comfortable in the large leather coat. He was so fixated on her that he didn't notice the little survival kit not far from him. Not yet. "Vous êtes éveillés?" The soft question wasn't meant to be heard, he was only enquiring if she was awake or not.. and if she was, she probably wouldn't understand him anyway. If she wasn't, then it wouldn't matter, in the end.

"Ah need t'get de Hell outta here." The Aubrun-haired man lazily reminded himself. As if he needed reminding.