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The Insider (inside_mind) wrote in vas_captio_rpg,
@ 2009-06-21 23:28:00

Entry tags:

!complete, day 12, insider, location: underground tunnels, remy lebeau, the doctor (ten)

Day 12: 2nd Meeting
Who: Insider & Remy LeBeau [open to The Doctor at some point maybe?]
What: 2nd Meeting
When: 1pm
Where: The tunnels under the gas station
Rating: TBD
Status: Complete

It wasn't as easy to make it into the tunnels in the daylight. It required some sort of diversion because there was no way someone wouldn't notice the Insider creeping away from the group. Especially not with the perception that had been given as to the nature of the injuries suffered during the earthquake. It was difficult too to climb down the ladder once privacy had been attained and the trap door opened into the floor of the back room of the building. Injuries were still evident even if not as severe as they'd been played out to be.

In the alcove down two turns away from the ladder, the Insider found and donned the shapeless black jacket. Slipping the mask and night vision goggles from inside the pockets, they were slid into place and adjusted to ensure no hair or any other distinguishing features were evident. The Insider didn't trust Remy not to be there with a light of some sort this time. Now that things had been planned in advance through the journals. It was a risk to go and see him but that was something the Insider was willing to deal with.

Creeping through the darkness was a chore as the medication for pain wore slowly off. It would have been better had this taken place after medication rounds but there was no helping it. The gas station was close by and the Insider stopped short, waiting and listening around the bend from the suggested rendez-vous spot. Breath was held for a long moment before finally speaking in the low, growl of the previous meeting. "Cajun man. Charmer. Are you there?"

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ace_of_clubs
2009-06-21 10:48 pm UTC (link)

Remy had been sitting on the ground against the wall, wishing for a cigarette while waiting for the Insider. It'd been two days (two and a half) and he hadn't had much time to think about how badly he wanted a smoke.. what a way to quit. The idea made him smirk, but he couldn't think much longer on it, because he heard footsteps, and then that familiar, growling tone. He sat forward, but didn't stand. "Oui, m' here." He announced, but was lifting up something that looked like a piece of a two-by-four, only six or seven inches long. "M'gonna ligh' 'dis up, d'accord? You decen'?" Asking, of course, if a mask was in place. If the Insider didn't want Gambit knowing who he (or she) was, then the Cajun was going to respect that. At least for a while. For the next half hour. The Doctor should be on his way, soon.

"Ain' wan' make you run off. Tell me, you don' wan' me t' ligh' it an' I won'." It would just be easier on his eyes, and his nerves, to have a light that he could see by, even if it was small and dim. But he knew that it showed trust, to wait to light it up -- and to ask. To offer not to. He slowly stretched long legs out, along the floor, so cross them at the ankle and settle more comfortably against that very uncomfortable wall.

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inside_mind
2009-06-21 10:56 pm UTC (link)

The Insider heard the familiar voice and a smile crept across the lips beneath the mask though it did not stay long. He wanted a light. Well of course he did. Who could blame him? Of course, once the light was on and the Insider in plain view there were still some distinguishing things about the body in spite of all the gear used to disguise it. The height would be obvious though it was augmented by boots which had nearly indiscernible platformed soles. The weight would be pretty obvious as well because the black jacket did nothing more than hide the shape of the body beneath it. All precautions had been taken and still that was no guarantee that Remy would not be able to figure out enough to tell others who might recognize his description as being close to the public persona they'd all met.

Still, he hadn't shown up with the light on. He'd waited in the pitch blackness and was now offering to leave the light off if that was preferable. It sent a wave of confusion through the Insider again. This man was either not to be trusted or trusted implicitely and there seemed to be no way to tell which was the correct choice yet.

So, taking a few steps, the Insider turned the corner and came to stand as quietly as possible in front of the Cajun in the dark. Night vision goggles caught the odd tool in his hand though it was recognized from the files. They saw the mouth as it spoke and the Insider recalled the kisses of the earlier hours. Another smile traced the hidden face fleetingly. "I'm always decent. Have your light."