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Remy LeBeau (ace_of_clubs) wrote in vas_captio_rpg,
@ 2009-06-01 11:37:00

Entry tags:

!dropped, day 09, edward scissorhands, jean tannen, location: carnival, remy lebeau

Who: Remy & Edward & Jean
What: After his chat with the Doctor, he needs to have a look around.
When: 0722 - Day 9
Where: Near the carnival.
Rating: PG-13 for possible language.
Status: Dropped

The Cajun had spent his entire morning here (from nearly midnight, until the sun had come up) talking with people in this strange new place, and trying to figure out just what the Hell was going on. He'd woken up with that strange Foxy wolf-girl, but he'd left her where she'd be safe, and had wandered out, only to come across Wolverine -- but it hadn't been his Wolverine, which was very strange.. and he'd been two inches taller than Gambit, instead of almost a foot shorter. That had been discouraging.. he'd always liked looking down on the other mutant. It gave him a rise. Then the two had split up, and had agreed to meet back at the gym (apparently the tallest building around, and he could see it off in the distance, but wasn't headed there quiet yet) at dawn, while Wolverine had gone back to find Ammy, the wolf girl. And, lastly (and most strangely) he'd run into an alien. The alien (a Time Lord, Remy reminded himself), had taken him to the Museum, where the two had talked quite a while, and the mutant had found out a bit more about this place and the people 'running' it. He also found out there were more people here than just the three he'd met up with so far. And that made him insanely curious.

So instead of heading straight to that gym, from the Museum, he'd headed North-West, to where he could clearly see a Ferris wheel. It hadn't taken him long to walk there, only a few minutes, but when he came to the rickety gate and peered in at the old, rusting equipment, he let out a low whistle. "Feel like home." Commented quietly. New Orleans, of course, had plenty of places like this... but they were all up and running, with screaming children and laughing adults. It smelled like hot dogs and popcorn and candy cotton there.. it just smelled like decay and mildew, here. It made the Cajun scrunch his nose up some, those oddly colored eyes raking over the metal-littered landscape. However, he was hopping over that gate just a second later, like a practiced acrobat, one hand planted against it as he threw his legs up and over to land quietly on the other side. The sun was just starting to come up, and Remy was a bit on edge, after the Doctor's warning about those Weevils.. but he had a few bolts in his pocket, and there was tons of things to use as weapons around here, if he needed.

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shear_innocence
2009-06-01 11:42 am UTC (link)

Since meeting the Doctor's clone, who had seemed so convincing and real to Edward, he had avoided the carnival, but somehow, he found himself wandering back every so often despite his fear. It was as simple as Edward loving bright pastel colors and being reminded of the home he had left fifty years ago to return to darkness. He cut a strange image, his stilted, tottering walk looking odd with his wild appearance. As usual, his hands were held in front of him, as close to his leather-coated chest as possible, to avoid cutting his face (the only susceptible part of him) or anyone else. Edward often daydreamed, and the last thing he wanted was to accidentally run someone through when he wasn't paying attention.

Up ahead, Edward could see a relatively tall man with red hair. He tilted his head curiously, wondering if this was another trick, or another clone... but caution fled his mind as he started to look more at that crazy red hair. He really, really wanted to cut that hair. Approaching as quietly as he could from behind, Edward reached tentatively forward with one of the massive sets of shears he called hands and attempted to trim a lock of Remy's hair that looked uneven to him.

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ace_of_clubs
2009-06-01 12:05 pm UTC (link)

Remy had been looking around at all of the items here, taking it all in, before he'd finally leaned back against that fence and had opened that journal. Maybe he should start a map, so he wouldn't get lost.. and so he could remember all of the people, and where they could be found, if needed. And he was so engrossed in that, leaned over the book and lifting the pen, that he didn't even notice the quiet, handless creature behind him. That was, until he heard the distinctive noise of metal rushing over metal, and felt a bit of wind near his ear. The Cajun was instantly jerking forward and charging the journal up, spinning around to lift it threateningly at the person behind him. But once those red and black eyes landed on the pale-skinned, dark-haired young man, he let out a slow breath.

"Mon Dieu." It was almost a whisper, as he slowly let the power drain out of the book and lowered it, eyes moving from that scarred face, down over his leather clothing, and to the large weapons in his hands. .. Wait a minute. Those were his hands. "Wha' happen to you?" The slow question came out with that thick accent trailing it, his eyes lifting up once again to the other young man's pale face, and he let his lips part, but said nothing else. No smile on the Cajun. Not yet. He was horrified, really. Was this one of those experiments the Doctor and Logan had been talking about?