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skipped3rdgrade (skipped3rdgrade) wrote in vas_captio_rpg,
@ 2009-06-02 20:47:00

Current mood:	amused
Entry tags:	!complete, andy gallagher, day 09, lexie grey, location: gym, open, remy lebeau

Day 9: Noon or there abouts
Who: Lexie Grey, Gambit, and OTA to anyone who wants to stop by
What: Introductions?
Where: The Gym
When: Noon or there abouts, Day 9
Rating: PG
Status: Complete

While the morning had been kind of busy (one case, lots of journal writing, and a brave Lexie nesting in a back closet); Lexie knew that nothing she had dealt with medically here could really compare to her experiences at Seattle Grace. Though, nothing she had dealt with here really compared to anything else at SGH. Back home people didn't die unless they were patients. People didn't get abducted. People didn't act insane unless someone needed to order a psych consult. In all honesty, Lexie was starting to feel like she needed a psych consult.

Opening up a questionable bottle of rubbing alcohol, Lexie set her attention to wiping down the exam area. It was a routine task, and something that needed to happen to keep the place sanitary. While she would have never had to do it back home, finding herself in the nitty gritty was a glorious distraction for the surgeon. "Last night I dreamed of San Pedro," she sang quietly, the towel she was wiping with staying nice and white, which was exactly what she wanted.

"La Isla Bonita," she continued, words failing in places not because she didn't know them but because she kept distracting herself. She was thinking of how completely wrong it was for her to refuse to make 'house calls' Then there was the whole thing with Dean. Why was he asking about her freckles, anyway? That was weird. Really weird. Chewing her lip she turned her attention to the other would-be exam table, wiping it down just as carefully.

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skipped3rdgrade
2009-06-02 08:45 pm UTC (link)

For a few, brief moments Lexie had been doing OK. She had managed to send her mind off some place warm and happy. She had managed to forget that she had sewn a man up with dental floss and that some creepy person had told her just yesterday that she was going to die. It had slipped away and with one heartbeat and a voice she hadn't expected it was back again.

Supple Cajun tones asked her if she was doing alright and Lexie shook her head - it was honest. "I-I-I..." She didn't even know what to say. She watched as he took up the towel with what seemed to be a very practiced move. Who practiced picking up towels, anyway? He was moving slowly, like Logan had the night before, except on this man such things didn't seem quite so foreign.

Lexie reached out and took the towel, her heart pounding a bit. If he was going to hurt her he would have already done that, right? He would have charged her or leaped on her or something, right? Lexie was trying to calm her nerves. Forcing herself to squat down in rigid, robotic motions, Lexie dragged the towel on the floor, sopping up the spill.

"Who are you?" Did that sound as spooked as she felt?

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ace_of_clubs
2009-06-02 08:54 pm UTC (link)

He crouched down when she did, so he wouldn't be looming over her, and that easy smile remained on his face. "Gambit. I jus' got here, so I'm still learnin' 'de ropes.. sorry if I scare you." He was relatively close, just a foot or so away, where he was crouching down (it'd been such a fluid motion, not like her jerky ones) next to her, so his eyes were much more noticable, so close up. Red on black, not something seen often, even around here, apparently.

"What's your name, Chere?" Gambit looked down then, to watch the motion of her hand-- a slow, skittish-seeming movement, stiff and jerky. So he was lowering his own gloved hand to carefully take that towel from her and dry up the spill himself, since.. well.. it had sort of been his fault. He'd startled her. And once it was dry, he was standing again and offering his free hand down to help her up.

"You keep uh ver' clean room. Not like 'de res' of 'dis place. What's 'de occassion?" Maybe she was just a neat freak.. maybe it was something more. Maybe she worked for the people who ran this place. Whatever it was, he was interested to find out.

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skipped3rdgrade
2009-06-02 09:04 pm UTC (link)

She heard him say 'Gambit' seemingly in response to her question, though, she wasn't sure if he really meant it. "Your name's Gambit?" With a question like that her voice was likely to go higher - instead she tried to keep it even a crinkle forming between her brows.

He had mirrored her motions and Lexie wondered if that was intended to be as sort of creepy as it was. As he apologized, however, he desperately wanted to think it hadn't. "Lexie," she had to clear her throat. "I'm Lexie." He was wiping up the spill since she was so obviously was doing a rather poor job of it herself. He even offered his hand and with a moment's hesitation Lexie took it and pulled herself up. She was reminding herself of Rorschach, it hadn't been fair to judge him at first, either. Though, she'd never seen his face - maybe it looked like this dude's?

"This is the clinic," thinking on it, it really sounded funny to call two tables deemed exam worthy, a few shelves of materials, and a lone intern much of a clinic, but it was what it was. "I didn't want anyone who came in here getting sick..." Or catching an infection.. Or thinking less of this little spot because it was unsanitary.

Lexie tried to breathe. "So, you're not here to kill me, right?" Well, look at that, Lexie's voice clear as a bell. It was sort of an important question.

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ace_of_clubs
2009-06-02 11:16 pm UTC (link)

"Gambit is wha' people call me, is wha' you may call me." Meaning it wasn't his name.. but he wasn't giving her his name and she'd simply have to deal with it. It might be a few days before he'd fess up to his name, with any of these people. Maybe the Doctor, as the two had.. oddly hit it off. But all the same.

"Hi, Lexie. Nice t'meet you. An' you don' hav'ta be scare', d'accord?" He was setting the towel aside on the counter, not bothering to fold it before he did. He imagined she'd just refold it later, anyway.. she seemed a bit obsessive. "Cl'nic? You kiddin' me, 'dey got a cl'nic here?" That wasn't something he'd been expecting.. then again, if they were using the people here for experiments, you had to keep them healthy. What good were ill test subjects, unless you'd given them that illness? There had to be a clinic of some sort.. it made sense. "You doin' uh good job 'den." From what he could see, anyway, it looked rather clean. Everything in its place and not a spot of dirt anywhere. Well, that was, until Gambit trailed his eyes back to the door and whistled lowly. "Sorry 'bout 'dat, Chere." He'd left dirty footprints all across her nice clean floor. But even as he apologized, he was smiling and turning those oddly colored eyes back onto her.

But that last question seemed to surprise him, because it sent his eyebrows up closer to his hairline. "Kill you? Non, got no inten' to kill you, why you assume 'dat so su'nnenly?" Surely it wasn't just the eyes, no one ever thought that he was coming to kill them just because he had such strange eyes. Still...

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skipped3rdgrade
2009-06-03 09:21 am UTC (link)

While the stranger's response was less than cryptic it had the feeling of almost wanting to be cryptic. Then again, maybe it was the accent getting to her. Spicy and smooth simultaneously, Cajun was both a delight to hear and a pain to try and interpret. People with code-names, made her think of that dude who called himself the Doctor who apparently was not a doctor at all. THAT weirded her out slightly more than Mr. Gambit here.

Contextually, Lexie assumed that 'd'accord' meant understand or something like that. Though, when someone usually said you didn't have to be scared there was some reason you were supposed to be. The towel was set down and Lexie couldn't help but cross her arms. She'd worn her white lab coat, emblazened with Seattle Grace Hospital above the pocket over her T-Shirt, trying to pretend for a moment that she was going to work. Combined with her blue scrub pants, it was fairly clear that Lexie had come from some place medical.

"Well, it's really a gym with things needed to be a clinic... Martha had started it..." Lexie trailed off, chewing her lipa moment. She shook her head at the muddy footprints, they were to be expected with the snow melting and mud forming pretty much everywhere. "It's Ok," she said quietly. For someone who might kill her he was pretty apologetic.

When his brows jumped skyward, Lexie saw a small amount of comedy in his handsome features. The tension was starting to break. "Yesterday, the guy in the journals, he said I was going to die," even as she said it she felt sort of stupid, letting a bunch of handwriting on a page affect her like this. She shook her head. "I know..." She said, cutting him off. She wasn't about to let anybody but her make her feel stupid about it, she was doing a good enough job of that already.

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ace_of_clubs
2009-06-03 12:50 pm UTC (link)

Maybe it was the accent. Cajun, like Russian, was one of the most often-used 'bad guy' accents, when there was someone who needed to be foreign in big-money films. Of course, Cajun was also one of the accents that the studly womanizers were given in movies. Neither one lended a very nice outlook when hearing the accent. Of course, it was a delight to listen to, even if a little hard to understand sometimes, especially when mixed with bad English, because French was certainly this man's first language.

"I realize' 'dat it was uh gym, Chere." The red-head assured her as he flashed a sudden smile, lowering his eyebrows down as he did. "Jus' suprise we be given a clinic at all." However, even as he was saying those words, red eyes were trailing down very obviously over her body, taking in the white coat and resting a long while on the words across her right breast, reading them over twice in his mind (English as a second langauge made it take a bit longer to read) before being assured that he got them right, before he looked down further, over her pants, then to her shoes, and immediately back up to her face, that smile never wavering.

"So you a doct'r? Met a girl named George, she say she woke up naked an' han'cuff to you, she say you're a doct'r." And he was imagining, from the look of her, that 'Doctor' would be a title for her, not a name, as it was for Le Docteur. She, after all, had introduced herself by a real name. The footprints were dismissed as easily as he'd brought them up.. it'd give the pretty lady something to do once Gambit left, so he wasn't too concerned about it. She looked bored, if a little freaked out by the red-head's presence in her 'clinic'.

When she mentioned that someone had told her she was going to die, Remy's eyebrows went up again, but not in the comical way. Not this time. This time, it was surprise. And he almost let it go without making a comment, but she seemed so scared of him earlier that he felt compelled to help her feel a bit better about it.. though, really, it might just backfire.

"He say you were gonna die? Was it someone you know? No one tell anyone 'dey gonna kill 'dem, if 'dey really plannin' on killin' 'em. Jus' put 'de targe' more on-edge, an' 'dat's 'de las' t'ing you wanna do if you goin' af'er someone. An' if he was predictin' your future, he's righ'. Everyone die, Chere, so it coul' be eigh'y years 'fore you do it, but you gonna do it someday, non? Ain' no reason t'worry, you jus' stick wit' ot'er people, don' be all on y'own like 'dis. Ain' safe, from 'de soun' uh t'ings." And if she'd gotten every word of that, the woman was amazing. Gambit wasn't always easy to understand, unless you were really listening instead of letting your mind wander.

"You ain' got no nurses can stay wit' you here? Help take care o'de people 'dat need it? Help keep 'de bot' of you safe, too." Gambit may have offered to stay, in later days, if he knew anything about anything medical. Unfortunately (or, fortunately for them, rather) he didn't.

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brain_ninja
2009-06-04 10:55 pm UTC (link)

It was with a drawn and sullen expression that Andy parted with Sam with a half-hearted "later, man," as the taller of the two made his way further down the road and Andy pushed open the doors to the gym. Stitches out. It had seemed like a much bigger deal this morning in the journals than it did now after his morning.

The walk with Sam was meant to help Andy get used to being mobile again, really, and okay, maybe he was hoping for a little bit of male bonding. Any bonding, he supposed, since, for the most part, he'd been pretty much on his own for the past week, give or take. Even when there were other people in the church, it wasn't like they paid him any attention. Leave the gimp to his devices. Don't look at the freak. Definitely don't talk to the guy who kissed you and caused you to run out.

But, while the walk itself had started out well, by the time they'd gotten down toward the clocktower, everything changed. As if it wasn't bad enough finding a fucking body hanging - which in and of itself brought back memories he'd rather be buried, even if they were still pretty raw and fresh - there was the goddamn picture of Lily. That was too perfect. The Asian guy had been strung up the same way...and then there was the picture of Lily. If that didn't scream "don't bother trying to leave," Andy didn't know what did.

So, when he walked into the gym to find Lexie and ended up finding Lexie and some redheaded dude, he very nearly turned right back around. He didn't mind being vulnerable in front of Lexie - shit, she'd seen him in his boxers hallucinating and puking like it was his job - but he wasn't exactly a fan of showing the softer side of Andy to other people. Especially other men. Andy wasn't a pussy, man. It was just...shit, even Sam hadn't taken that finding very well, so how the hell was Andy supposed to?

"Sorry to interrupt," he said dully. "Should I come back later, Lex?" Secretly, he sort of wanted to.

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skipped3rdgrade
2009-06-05 04:01 pm UTC (link)

So, George had decided to tell a stranger about the naked time. Nice. It wasn't that Lexie was embarrassed or anything... OK, maybe she was, just a little bit, and that was because she kind of felt like Mr. Red Eyes here was giving her the once over and envisioning what was going on underneath of her clothes... and having some sort of pervy moment. Naked Time: Not a Pervy moment.

Admittedly beyond when Gambit mentioned about her being naked with George, Lexie lost a bit of the rhythm of his speech pattern. It was like losing a step in the middle of a complicated dance routine - except she didn't have any idea what the next five steps were going to be. She was the lost dance partner. Her brow furrowed - he'd lost her. Dammit.

Well, that was until the accent faded a little and she found herself being asked about nurses. "Nurses? No.. Well, there's another doctor... I think his name was House? or Greg? Something like that.. and there's that guy who calls himself 'doctor' but isn't one at all.. which is kind of creepy if you ask me. Makes me think of those t-shirts frat boys wear to try and make girls trust them... or serial killers..." Lexie had watched a little bit too much daytime TV in the on-call room lately.

She was about to mention that Logan had been kind enough to stay until she fell asleep the other night but she was interrupted by the sound of the door opening and closing. Looking to the noise she spied Andy, a very tired, grumpy looking Andy. She tried to give him a warm smile. "Interrupt?" She shook her head. She was actually thankful that maybe her blood pressure could lower a bit now that she was no longer alone with a fast talking, red eyed Cajun man who seemed to be quite a bit more than meets the eye.

"Come on in, Andy, let me see how that leg of yours is holding up," her smile was warm. "Andy, Gambit; Gambit, Andy," It felt sort of weird introducing someone with a name that meant 'challenge.' Weird.

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ace_of_clubs
2009-06-05 04:23 pm UTC (link)

"House? Strange name." You were one to talk, LeBeau, but it didn't phase him and he only shrugged up his shoulders, making his coat rise and fall with the movements. "I met 'de Doct'r, he wasn' so bad. Clever." Even saying that made the Cajun smile slowly and he shook his head a moment later, red hair swinging slightly into his face before settling again. "I don' t'ink he's a serial killer, Chere." And he may have said more, but the door was opening and Gambit was also turning, to inspect the newcomer and offer him a smile.

"Nice t'meet you, An'y." Like Annie. Yes, Little Orphan Annie. Poor Andy. "But you two got business, I leave you to it." Red eyes once again found their way to Lexi before he gave her a nod. "You got a nice clin'c here. I hope I don' ever gotta come here." His easy smile said that it wasn't because he didn't want to meet her again, but rather that he hoped he wasn't hurt enough to come here. With that, Gambit was turning to look at Andy again. That was when the Cajun gave him the quick once-over. Now Lexi had him thinking about serial killers.. at least Andy didn't look like one.. but that man he'd met earlier? Jean? Definitely serial killer material. "Was nice t'meet you, Lexi. An'y." Poor, poor Andy.

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