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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?

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shear_innocence
2009-06-01 01:26 pm UTC (link)

Of course, if Remy was startled, Edward was even more startled. Scissors fluttering nervously, he jumped backward, almost tripping over his leather-bound legs when Remy turned with a glowing, threatening-looking weapon that looked oddly familiar (a journal?). But, as usual, Edward's pitiful appearance was enough to deter any combat attempts.

Edward blinked his large, gentle eyes, having heard that question enough times now that the answer was automatic. "I'm not finished..." he mumbled, but instead of thrusting his hands forward, they remained resignedly at his sides. He had learned, by now, that it was unlikely anyone but Father could help him. He hung his head, looking morose and rejected. "I'm sorry... don't be scared..." he pleaded in his soft voice.

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ace_of_clubs
2009-06-01 01:35 pm UTC (link)

It took Gambit a few moments to figure out exactly what was going on, and he was carefully tucking the book back into his jacket (which seemed to have endless room). "Not scare', mon ami. You say you not finished? 'Dey 'do experimen' on you here?" He was slowly taking a step forward, and lowering his eyes to those hands again. "You let me see?" He nodded to the scissors, his hair swinging some as he did. He wanted to take a better look at them, but was still going to be cautious, even though the poor boy looked quite pathetic, you could never be too careful.

"How lon' you been here? You live here, in 'dis place?" Here at the carnival, he meant. He sort of looked like he'd be a circus freak that lived here.. but he wasn't going to make any assumptions. "I ain' gonna hur' you, petite. C'mere."

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shear_innocence
2009-06-01 02:01 pm UTC (link)

Edward listened, perplexed, as Remy used words he'd never heard before. The Inventor had been American, and he had never spoken French to Edward. Not only that, he spoke with an odd inflection... it reminded Edward of the way Tonks spoke, in that it was completely different from the English he was used to hearing, but it was not British... far from it. He took a baby step back as Remy took a step forward, bringing his wrists closer to his face as if defending himself. However, Remy didn't look like he was going to hurt Edward... even though the young man had red eyes, they weren't cruel. Warily, Edward allowed Remy to come close enough to get a good look at the tangled, intricate network of blades hanging off the end of each forearm.

"Experiments...? Not me... but some people..." he said quietly, his voice soft from disuse and his naturally timid temperament. "I've been here a few days? I live in the Castle on the Mountain..."

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ace_of_clubs
2009-06-01 02:13 pm UTC (link)

"..On Earth?" Remy prompted, lifting his eyebrows as he stared at those hands a moment, before he looked up again at that scarred face. "Castle on 'de mount'an?" The Cajun turned then to look around, as if to pinpoint the castle, and the mountain, but nothing was there, so he was giving the strange man his full attention once again.

"I don' see no mount'an, mon ami. You doin' okay?" The red-head was stepping up closer to the fence, and taking a moment to climb over it carefully, so as not to startle the pale kid. This had to be the oddest thing he'd ever seen. This guy even beat out Wolverine for all the.. pointy, stabby things on his hands. Rather, that were his hands. It was possible he could be a fellow mutant.. or another alien. But the Doctor had said that all of these people were human, so.. Gambit was at a loss.

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shear_innocence
2009-06-01 02:29 pm UTC (link)

Edward didn't know very much about his place in the universe, or his place on Earth. Somehow, simply knowing that he lived in the "Castle on the Mountain" had gotten him through most of his trials and tribulations. People knew where that was, where he came from, but of course, his home hadn't followed him here.

"Maybe..." Edward replied meekly. "I'm not hurt... I'm OK... Are you OK?" he asked, not remembering having seen anything in journals that reminded him even vaguely of this man. He had definitely never seen him before. "What's your name? Where are you from?"

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ace_of_clubs
2009-06-01 02:43 pm UTC (link)

"I'm okay." The Cajun assured him, lifting his chin a little as he did. "You can call me Gambit, I'm from Lou'zee'anna. On 'de Bayou. Jus' got here las' nigh'. I woke up in 'de fores'." He slowly lifted his eyebrows, then finally smiled slowly and nodded once.

"You got uh name?" This guy looked scary, but he seemed so.. timid. So quiet. Dejected, even. "You been here long?" It wasn't quite as easy to talk to this person, he found. He was toning it down, being more gentle. He didn't want to scare him, nor startle him into attack.. if he would attack. Remy wasn't really sure that he would.

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shear_innocence
2009-06-01 03:02 pm UTC (link)

Edward nodded, relieved, to hear Remy's reassurance that he was OK. It always made him sad when people weren't. "Gambit? OK..." he said, trying the name out, matching it to Remy's face and committing it to memory. He was very good at remembering names... probably because he had to remember little else.

"My name is Edward..." Edward said after a moment. "I've been here for a few minutes," he added, assuming that Gambit meant the area they were currently occupying. "Are you new? Edward seemed to brighten at that thought. New people meant that he had a fresh chance to make a friend.

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ace_of_clubs
2009-06-01 05:36 pm UTC (link)

"Nice t'meet you, E'war'." His name, unfortunately, hadn't translated into Cajun very well at all. However, the red-head was still smiling that easy, charming smile, and he nodded the affirmative at his being a new arrival. "Oui. Jus' arrive uh few hours ago. In 'de fores' back 'dere. You only jus' arrive in 'dis place, too?" He didn't seem very concerned with being here.. then again, neither did Gambit. It was amusing. But if he'd just arrived here.. wait. How had he known about the others being experimented on. The Cajun, however, wasn't put off.. this boy seemed like he could be a little slow, so he was rephrasing that last question.

"How long you been in 'dis place? 'Dis box, wit' 'dese ot'er people, mon ami?" Maybe that would make more sense.. but as Gambit thought further, and he turned his head to look for that castle once again (of course, there wasn't one), it dawned on him that he may have misunderstood that question, as well. So when red eyes came back to Edward, he smiled again. "You been sleepin' in 'dis Carnaval," te French version of the word, it rolled off his tongue easier, "Since you got here? Or you sleep somewhere else?" Like the Gym, as the Doctor had said most people stayed.

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