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Tweak says, "Bring in the dancing lobsters"

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
2009-06-02 02:46 am UTC (link)

The ease with which Gambit seemed to accept Edward once they were introduced was highly encouraging to the timid creature, and he found himself breaking into a shy smile. "A few days? I've been here for a few days..." Edward answered again, though he'd already said so. He knew that he was often misunderstood, and that things often stood to be rephrased.

The approach of another man was swiftly noticed by Edward; though he wasn't the best at noticing things, Jean's approach was impossible for even the most determined daydreamer to miss. Even to Edward, Jean looked like a wild man, with his hair left that long and scraggly. Indeed, Edward's attention turned entirely toward giving the newcomer a decent haircut. His "fingers" twitched at the thought as Gambit tried to make him feel welcome.

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burythehatchets
2009-06-02 08:57 pm UTC (link)

"Jean was the name my mother gave me," Jean said, with a slight grimace, feeling odd revealing that to just anyone. Or anyone at all who wasn't a Gentleman Bastard, really. "It's not the one I prefer, anymore, but it will do," he offered with an apologetic smile. "I've been here...a day? Two?" Jean scrunched up his nose in thought. "It was snowing when I got here. The weather changes fast. Pleasure to meet you both."

Jean was quick to smile and quick to talk himself out of a bad situation if Locke grew suddenly tongue-tied, but all in all, he couldn't help but wish to let his body do the talking. He was good at blasting his way out of things with his bare hands, and he couldn't do that here, and it was driving him a bit crazy. Not to mention he still didn't have his Wicked Sisters.

He turned toward the quiet man, his eyes naturally drawn toward the metal attached, by some alchemical miracle, to his wrists, and felt a sharp pang of envy. "Edward," he said warmly, not bothering to hide his admiration as his gaze moved politely upward toward the young man's face, "that's a lovely set of blades you have there."

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ace_of_clubs
2009-06-02 11:25 pm UTC (link)

"Jean, huh?" Much like Jean Gray of the X-Men. She was a pretty girl, strong, but to wrapped up in a goody-goody boyfriend for Remy's liking. Besides, he liked his girls with more spunk and Jean was.. well.. much more easy going. Though, when the odd weather was mentioned, those black and red eyes were lifting and turning, locking onto the trees to either side of them as if to inspect for left over snow, or ice. But there was nothing. No evidence at all. That was strange indeed. Just a day ago the weather had been winter, and now? Spring, bordering on summer. Very strange. Still, Jean's next statement, this one made to Edward, drew the Cajun's attention, but instead of saying anything, he'd let the timid boy do it while he gave Jean a once-over, taking in his appearance carefully, from the clothes he was wearing to the straggly hair. Was he going to look like that in a day? Gambit hoped not. He'd need to find himself a brush.

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shear_innocence
2009-06-03 02:36 am UTC (link)

The compliment from Jean was completely unexpected, and Edward broke into a toothy, boyish grin when he heard it. "Thank you!" he said enthusiastically, the blades opening and closing in his usual nervous, fluttering way. "Thank you very much! I'm very good at cutting things... topiary, and hair, and dogs' hair! And ice. I can do ice, too!" As always, Edward was eager... almost desperate... to share his talents and be useful to someone.

"I've never cut anybody, cutting hair... not even accidentally..." Edward said, hinting with his soft brown eyes at something.

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burythehatchets
2009-06-04 12:08 am UTC (link)

The weather had indeed been very strange. It reeked of sorcery, to Jean's mind, although he prayed this was not the case. He suspected someone, or multiple someones, of trying to fuck with him, and he did not like it. Gambit's slow once-over was duly noted, but Jean hardly minded. He knew he must look like a grown version of a ragtag orphan, after so long at sea without many of life's little comforts and necessities, and now this.

He offered a shrug to the red-haired Cajun man, smiling back at Edward. It was perhaps a tactic the young man had not encountered much, compliments on what Jean had now come to realize was a quite unusual modification, rather than impolite stares and uncomfortable looks. Truly, the pragmatic uses which Edward now listed off were only the most innocent of uses he could potentially put them to, and Jean was oddly touched by his restraint. Despite his own unusual looks and facial scars, some of which suggested he had been in fights before, the man seemed uncommonly gentle.

"I'm certain you would be," he said thoughtfully. And then, with a laugh, fingering his own straggly brown locks, "gods know mine needs an intervention." He realized how awful he must look, of course. It was very difficult to be a gentleman when you looked as though you had been raised by wolves.

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ace_of_clubs
2009-06-04 08:33 pm UTC (link)

"'Dat seems like a good id'a, non, E'war'?" Red eyes came back to the pale, scarred boy, and Gambit lifted his eyebrows expectantly, but was then glancing off to the South. It was way past dawn and he really needed to get down there to see Wolverine before the other man came to skin him alive. Maybe he wouldn't remember? Remy wasn't that lucky. If he was, he wouldn't have ended up here.

"You bo't be okay here?" He was just checking, of course.. the Cajun was sure Jean could take care of himself, he looked capable.. but Edward? Even with those hands, he didn't seem like he'd be willing to defend himself, even when given cause. "I gotta mee' someone, down by 'de gym. I seem t'be ver' busy an' impor'an'." He flashed the pair of them a smile, but remained where he was standing, to wait for a confirmation.

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shear_innocence
2009-06-05 12:34 am UTC (link)

Indeed, Edward was uncommonly gentle. That combination of words described him completely. His soft brown eyes watched Jean as he laughed and ran his fingers through his scraggly hair, almost eager.

It was then that Gambit announced that he had to meet someone, and he seemed to be preparing to depart. Busy and important indeed! Edward was impressed. "It will be OK!" Edward confirmed, feeling safe with the friendly Jean and the pastel colors surrounding him. Glancing at the man who, as far as he knew would remain, he smiled shyly and said, "I can cut your hair..."

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ace_of_clubs
2009-06-05 09:55 pm UTC (link)

"D'accord." Gambit replied with a smile and a wink to the scissored-handed young man, before he gave a half wave to Jean, that came with another side-glance, before he was pushing his hands back into his pockets and moving casually away from the carnival. He didn't glance back, even though he wanted to, just to see how the two were interacting. But really, it wasn't any of Gambit's business.

So, of course, it meant that he glanced back. And when he saw Edward talking with Jean so easily, he just shook his head with that little smile. Strange day indeed. And the red-head was on his way again.

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burythehatchets
2009-06-06 12:47 am UTC (link)

"We'll be alright here," Jean murmured, wondering where the man who called himself Gambit had to run off to. No particular matter, he supposed. If he had to pick one of the two who looked as though he could take care of himself, it would be Gambit, even though Edward possessed the necessary physical modifications. Edward truly didn't look as though he would harm a flea. Untangling his fingers from his hair, he watched Gambit go, his gaze still flickering over the rest of the carnival in bemused wonder. What had this place been? Why had it been abandoned, and by whom?

"Well, Edward," he said at last, turning to the gangly young man with a placid expression. "I would very much like to see what those shears can do. Don't worry about how much you take off, just make me look vaguely human again, if that's possible." He smirked a bit at his own wry humor.

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shear_innocence
2009-06-07 02:26 pm UTC (link)

Edward raised one horrifically threatening-looking hand in a friendly gesture, almost seeming to wave good-bye at Gambit, as the red-haired, red-eyed man left for what he presumed were great and important things, indeed.

When Jean started talking like he actually wanted the eager scissor-handed being to cut his hair, Edward's fingers started to flutter excitedly. "Really? Yes! Yes, I can, thank you... I mean, they can do lots! I can do a GOOD job," Edward assured Jean. Though the comment about looking "vaguely human" might not have been the best to toss to the incredibly inhuman young man, it didn't seem to affect him in the slightest. "Sit down, please?"

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burythehatchets
2009-06-08 10:38 pm UTC (link)

Gambit certainly did look self-important. And a bit odd. Jean wondered if that hair color was natural. He assumed the eye color was somehow related to sorcery, and while it gave him the shivers, Gambit hadn't tried to hex him or poison him yet, so perhaps Jean would let him live.

Sadly, Jean hadn't quite realized his gaffe, as he had no way of knowing that Edward wasn't actually human, if incredibly pale. Still, he meant well, and as he watched the shears start sliding against each other in seeming eagerness to do this one small thing for him, he couldn't help but smile.

"I believe you, Edward. You seem like a good sort. I don't think they make them like you anymore," he muttered the last comment under his breath, thinking it was a shame, too. He seemed pure down to the bone, this young man. Perplexing, then, that he'd opted to have weapons grafted onto his wrists. All the same, Jean wouldn't pry. Directly.

Pulling up a chair from one of the nearby booths, Jean tested it for weight--rickety, but sturdy enough--before sitting and beaming at the youth. Just because he wasn't going to pry for information about Edward, didn't mean his old habits were going to sleep.

"So," he said lightly. "Have you ever seen one of these before? I wonder what everything was for..."

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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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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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