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

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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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[info]shear_innocence
2009-06-10 02:29 pm UTC (link)
Edward beamed happily. A good sort! Him! It was wonderful, to be called that by such a nice man. Indeed, he was pure, and even though he'd lived longer than most of the people he knew, the days did not jade him. If anything, he seemed more innocent, the more time that passed.

"I saw one the other day!" Edward said happily. "When I was here, and I met the Doctor clone. I don't know what they were for, but... maybe they made crepes? Or cookies? And you could sit inside, and eat them?" he ran his hands carefully over Jean's hair, smoothing the hair as best he could with the large and clumsy implements, before he started to carefully trim. True to form, he didn't nick Jean even once, even though his hands were moving in a veritable flurry of blades.

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[info]burythehatchets
2009-06-16 03:29 pm UTC (link)
"Clone? Oh, those bizarrely cheerful people who lacked social skills? I think I met one of those..." Jean eyed the booth again, pondering. Edward's explanation made sense. He'd seen similar contraptions from street vendors hawking wares back home, but never in those colors, or with so much metal and so many parts.

"That sounds right," Jean said, continuing to think. It was true that he was, at heart, a nice man, although he'd killed many people and had done very not-nice things. Still, he planned to stop doing all of that before he was nine-and-twenty, and retire as a very rich thief with a title he'd bought under a name that wasn't his, right next to Locke. "Food booths...they must have attracted quite a crowd, since there are so many of them." From the corner of his eye, Jean watched Edward work, marveling at his control over the blades. He was a natural, that was certain.

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