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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
2009-06-22 12:34 am UTC (link)

It took him a few long seconds, but Remy was finally sliding up to his feet in a graceful, if strained movement. His shoulder hurt. His back hurt a bit, too. But that was to be expected. He was thankful he'd been wearing that leather coat, and was quite sure that he wouldn't be wearing it any more after today. He could smell burning leather, and was positive that his favorite coat was ruined beyond all repair. Just wonderful. He turned his body slightly, to face the wall and press his head into the cement. Sure enough, the back of his coat was burned away, and his tank-top was a little charred. But like his gloves, the jacket had been designed to protect against cuts, and explosions. It obviously wasn't explosive-proof.. but it had been resistant enough to save his hide. But there was a sliver of wood sticking out of that already injured shoulder, and his hand was moving back, creeping back until he was able to grab onto it with nimble fingers and pull it out with a grunt. It wasn't long, maybe only two inches total, but an inch of it had been impaled into his flesh. That was going to smart for a few days, at least it'd only gone into muscle, and not bone. He tossed the piece aside carelessly before pressing his hand to the wall again and pulling his head away, so he could twist his body (still a cat-like, languid movement) and lock his eyes onto the Doctor, who got a wink. He was fine, see?

It was then his attention found L'Initié again. "'De protec'ion still here, Chere. I promise I ain' gon' let him hur' you, I wasn' lyin'. He ain' gon' hur' you none." No physical pain. Gambit was sure of that now, after how badly the Doctor had reacted to the mutant thinking he might torture. "I know you wasn' gon' hur' me, L'Initié, you talk to Le Docteur now, oui? An' don' run, I don' wanna run af'er you, 'm lazy."

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inside_mind
2009-06-22 12:39 am UTC (link)

The Insider turned the always changing face toward the immortal Doctor. A look of sorrow, was it? flooded the eyes as they blinked and shifted and turned toward the man with no name. Even that hadn't been recorded in the file, much to the Insider's disappointment. "I have toyed with everyone, Doctor. If you'd read my journal entries you'd know that. But I am a liar."

A look of defiance was shot toward the Doctor. It was so easy to bear up under this when a mask was in place. The face changing and never revealing the true identity. There could be no fear or uncertainty if the Insider so chose it because the real face was not seen. It didn't matter that the person underneath was in turmoil. The sensation of betrayal was not easily ignored or brushed over. It seemed to need to be addressed.

"Fuck you, Remy." The voice was hurt and the body moved further away, backing down the tunnel until only the palest of forms could be discerned from inside the darkness.

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fromgallifrey
2009-06-22 12:45 am UTC (link)

The Doctor listened. He didn't like what he'd heard. He didn't like it at all. Any displeasure that was in his thoughts was brushed away in favor of a look of blank intensity that surveyed the coward in their suit. This fool was worse than a Sontaran.

The Doctor heard what Remy said and then what the Insider said in response. If the Doctor had anything to say about it, he kept that, too, close to his chest.

The Insider was on the move. "I warned you." The Doctor said quietly, taking one step forward only to add momentum to his swinging arm. The makeshift lantern; the glass with it's fire and oil was lobbed down the corridor, the Doctor estimating where the Insider was and aiming for just past. The glass impacted and the oil spread, catching quickly with a jumping flame as it burned on the floor, blocking the insider's path. Clearly the figure's shape could be made out, that is if the person wasn't careful.

The Doctor only glared.

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