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

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!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 01:33 am UTC (link)

"Non. He ain' gon' kill you. You jus' a girl. Jus' a chile." She was older than you were, Cajun. But that had never mattered to Remy, he called Jack a kid all the time, and he was thousands of years older. "'De Doct'r don' kill people." He pulled her in a little closer to him, eyes narrowing down in confusion, not anger. "I kill people. Bu' I ain' gon' kill you. Ain' no one gon' kill you. 'De Doct'r ain' gon' say not'in'. Le Seigneur Dieu, la fille, que pensiez-vous?" That was quietly demanded of her, and he turned some to watch the Doctor go, before he was tugging her along, following into the darkness. He curled his injured hand and pushed it into the pocket of his ruined trench coat, lighting it up to lead their way. And he was keeping a firm grip on her arm.

"Take 'dat shi' off," He was giving her the orders, even as they moved down the tunnel, ten to fifteen steps behind the Doctor. Gambit had wanted to keep an eye on him, even if it was just the pale outline of his form. The light he was giving off, also, would help the Doctor find his way back. Without it, he'd be in the dark. "Ain' gon' have people seein' you in 'dat." It dawned on him, then, that he didn't know her name, and he turned his head to look at her as they walked. "Qui sont vous?"

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dont_f_withme
2009-06-22 01:40 am UTC (link)

Jenny looked indignant and broken at the same time now that the mask had been relieved from her face. She looked at the Cajun and then at the back of the retreating Doctor. She'd only been honored with a momentary glance and a half-affectionate nickname. How much worse could it get now? She had never meant to allienate the Doctor. In fact, for all the protesting she'd done that he'd kill her, she'd hoped he prove her wrong. And he had. Just not in the way she'd expected either. He'd just left. There was no commiseration. No requests for an explanation. Nothing. He'd just gone.

Then she was being pulled. Man-handled down the corridor. Being commanded to take off the protective gear that had maintained her anonymity for several days. "What do you care?" she asked as he demanded to know who she was. "You who were so ready to give me up and now just drag me around like a piece of garbage. Who are you?" Tears stained her cheeks now.

"You are both in danger."

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fromgallifrey
2009-06-22 01:51 am UTC (link)

They weren't far behind him, he could hear every word they said. It was the way Remy spoke to her that gave the Doctor pause and halted his steps. "Gambit," he reprimanded quietly. "Her name is Jenny, and she was my friend." Was, of course, happened to be the operative term in this entire situation. However, that didn't mean that the Doctor would allow her to be treated like chattel.

He looked her over, tears stained cheeks and all. She was vehement, and violent and bitter. The Doctor, for better or worse could empathize. "He gave you up because I made him, Jenny." The Doctor took ownership over this betrayal. Gambit, after all, hadn't wanted to. He hadn't even thought to. Not until the Doctor pushed. The Doctor knew precisely what he had done. He just never would have imagined it was someone he'd trusted beneath the mask of the Insider. Leaning in, his lips nearly against Jenny's ear the Doctor whispered, a secret, special phrase intended only for her ears. "I forgive you." The phrase was plain and unadulterated. He said it because he meant it.

"Of course we're in danger, it's an even numbered day." He said this quietly, before turning again and continuing down the corridor. He didn't want to talk to her any longer and as such increased his pace so that he was well out of Gambit's range fairly quickly. It didn't matter now where he put Jenny - chances are that she was going to disappear like so many others. Like Martha.

And the Doctor hadn't even waited to say goodbye.

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ace_of_clubs
2009-06-22 01:56 am UTC (link)

Gambit had opened his mouth to reply, but the Doctor had gotten to it first, and he'd stood idle as he watched the interaction, before turning to see the Doctor disappear out of sight. A few seconds later, he sighed and looked back to Jenny, lifting his eyebrows expectantly. She was crying. Oh, God, she was crying. He groaned at the tears. "Don' cry, Chere. Stop 'dat. Assez. You wan' be a bad guy? Bad guys don' cry." He began walking again though, tugging her with him.

"Wha' you mean, wha' I care? Quelle sorte de la question est cela? Vous savez pourquoi je me soucie. An' I ain' trea'in' you like a piece o' garb'ge. Trea'in' you like a girl been caugh' spray pain'in' her name on 'de overpasses. Que pensiez-vous? Those people coul'a hur' you, 'dey fin' you skulkin' 'roun'. Ain' gon' be no more o' 'dat Initié in 'de books. Ain' helpin' none no more." When she questioned who Gambit was, he lifted his eyebrows at her.

However, it was only when they got to the trap door leading out that he paused and turned to face her completely, but didn't let go. He wasn't going to let go. "Wha' kin'a trouble?" There. He'd asked. He wanted to know. "You got somet'in' to tell me, you gotta do it."

[*Translation: What sort of a question is that? You know why I care. & What were you thinking?]

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dont_f_withme
2009-06-22 02:04 am UTC (link)

She opened her mouth to say more to the Doctor but he wasn't listening. He'd made Gambit give her up, betray her? That didn't seem right. The Doctor had always appeared to be so free. Lighthearted and generous. He'd let her hug him for quite some time when she'd needed it. Now that she needed more than that, he was walking away? That didn't seem right and yet she knew she deserved it for having caused so much trouble via the journals.

No one would ask her why or what her purpose had been and that was just as well. She didn't need to explain herself. "Of course there will be no more in the journal. I already stopped. They're all fine without my motivation. All fine without what I know. Which is why they didn't kill me. Just put me in here. With everyone else to die or be hurt or whatever might possibly happen to me."

She pulled her arm, trying to yank it away from him. "What should I tell you, mon ami? Do you really want to know the last tiny bit of information I have? What will you do with me when I've given it to you? I'll be worthless then."

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ace_of_clubs
2009-06-22 02:12 am UTC (link)

When she tried to pull her arm back, he kept a firm hold of it. "Don'." He insisted more firmly. However, when she asked what she should tell him, he rolled his eyes up, as if asking for help from Heaven, before he looked back down at her. "How 'bou' who 'de hell keepin' us in here? Yeah, I wan' know. An' wha' 'de hell you t'ink I'm gon' do wit' you? I'm gon' spank you." That was more forceful, but it came with a little smirk. Only the Cajun.

"You ain' gon' be wort'less never, Chere. Not knowin' not'in' don' make someone wort'less. Lor'. Get 'de hell up 'dere." He was urging her to the steps leading up into the Post Office, that they were standing just under, where the Doctor had disappeared to moments ago. But before she could get going, he tugged her back. "Wai'. Vous ressemblez à un désordre. Pourquoi les filles crient-elles?" He lifted his injured arm, brushing that gloved thumb over her cheek, to dry the tears, before doing the same to the other, and lifting her chin some. "Ain' no more cryin'. None. Gon' take 'dis shi' offa you, 'den take you back to 'de gym, say I came an' go' you." He was releasing her arm only then, so he could unzip that jacket and push it away from her shoulders. "Ain' no one gonna know 'bou' 'dis, 'cep' us t'ree. D'accord?" He was shoving the jacket off, then retaking her arm and nodding up, to the tunnel exit, into the Post Office. "We gon' talk more later, when you feelin' better. Go."

[*Translation: You look like a mess. Why do girls cry?]

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dont_f_withme
2009-06-22 02:22 am UTC (link)

Jenny wasn't impressed with the way he handled her now that he knew who she was. Suddenly there was this breach in sanctity. No more was she the revered and special Initié. There was no more careful handling or allowances for the possible running away. It was all being man-handled and caught now. She was just a weak girl. Someone who could not best Remy if she tried to and she wasn't about to try because she knew she wasn't capable.

"Stop that," she said as he brushed a gloved thumb against her cheeks. He was attempting to dry her tears and at the same time force her to leave behind every last ounce of self-protection she'd had. She couldn't trust him. He'd invited the Doctor who had thrown forgiveness into her face and walked away as though forgiveness were a punishment.

Where was the intensity of the early morning hours? Where was the perceived equality where kisses were currency and there had been some sort of respect for her desire to be anonymous. "I don't know why girls cry. You can fuck yourself. You just ruined my life."

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ace_of_clubs
2009-06-22 02:31 am UTC (link)

When she said that, he breathed in deeply and pushed a hand back through his hair, ruffling it up some. "I ain' ruin your life, Chere. Look." He rolled back his shoulder, grunting some. Man, that hurt. "I tol' you, we ain' gon' tell no one. T'in's gon' go back t' norm'l, okay? You.." He studied her face a second, before he was looking up at the trap door above him. "I know you ha'e me righ' now, an' I know you ain' likely t'stop. I ain' wan' do 'dis, bu' I ain' gon' let him take all 'de blame, nei'ter. I did 'dis, he ain' put a gun t' my hea'." He breathed in deeply once again, lowering his eyes to hers once more.

"But I ain' got no regre' 'bou' it. Now you can' run 'way at all. Gon' hafta jus' lay 'dere when I come an' see you. Ain' gon' be able t' hi'e behin' 'de mask. Gon' hafta be yourself, like everyone else here. Gon' have to live wit' kissin' people, stead'a takin' 'dat mask off an' preten'in' it don' happen." Though, even as he said it, he realized there wouldn't be any kissing anymore, and it made his stomach twist a little. "Whoever you be kissin'. Bu' I ain' 'bove snappin' his neck, si je deviens jaloux." He warned her gravely, but a smile ticked at his mouth. She was never going to forgive him and he was never going to get her back. And it was then that he realized he'd never had her in the first place. That thought made him look down between them, then up again at the trap door. "You gon' be safe. Up."

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dont_f_withme
2009-06-22 02:41 am UTC (link)

"What would you call what you just did then?" she asked defiantly. Her hands moved to rest on her hips and dark curls bobbed about her shoulders now. "You can't tell me that he won't take the first opportunity to tell everyone who I am. Then it'll be an all out hunt for me. I thought you wanted to protect me, Remy." Her jaw was set but her lips trembled.

"I'm not going up there. You can kill me yourself if you have to but I'm not exposing myself any more than I already have. Thanks to you," she responded, her voice acidic even as she looked him in the eye. It would have been nice to convince herself that he had only meant good and it had backfired but there was no way he could not not have known that bringing in the Doctor would have ruined everything for her. Especially since he'd spent so much effort keeping her from running away and not stopping the Doctor from going up to expose her if he saw fit.

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ace_of_clubs
2009-06-22 02:49 am UTC (link)

"I call it savin' your ass, chile." He returned in a suddenly firm, snappish tone. He had, of course, been referring to the wood plank that had exploded. That, though, like everything else tonight, had been his fault. He'd come to realize, in his short life, that most things turned out to be his fault. Merde. "I am tellin' you," his voice was more quiet this time around, whispered. It wasn't tired, though, just hushed. "I ain' gon' tell no one. Why woul' I? You ain' done not'in' wron'. You ain' don' not'in' but scare' some people. Ain' no crime. Merde, you ain' evil, girl. Look at you. Why 'de hell woul' hur' you? Sick fucks, Chere. An' much as I wish I was, I ain' no sick fuck." Even with that said, he was shaking his head again, mentally cursing himself. This was your fault, Cajun. He'd managed to screw up this girl-- his Initié-- Jenny's entire livelihood. Not only that, but he'd made the Doctor mad again.

Why did everything he touched, either explode or turn to shit?

The smile that came across his face then was crooked and self-depreciating for a few seconds, before it lifted into something easier. "Ain' gon' kill you. Ain' gon' give you 'way. Gon' keep your secre', an' gon' make sure 'de Doct'r keep your secre'. No one gotta know. L'Initié ain' gon' be 'roun' no more. People gon' t'ink he die'. En' o' story. No one gonna come af'er you. An' you ain' gotta hide no more. Not from 'de ot'ers an' not from me."

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dont_f_withme
2009-06-22 09:37 am UTC (link)

Jenny had been so quick to react to his command to go up that she hadn't completely processed his statement about being herself and not acting like she hadn't kissed him. Or that he'd corrected himself and said "whoever" she'd kiss but that he wouldn't be above snapping the person's neck. She almost giggled then as it sank in. Did he really think like that? Possessively? Certainly not possessive over her. No, it had to be over the "Insider" because the Insider had been the one he'd kissed. She remembered those moments and unconsciously licked her lower lip.

She jumped, startled out of her near smile by his snappish tone. Her eyes went slightly wide and she shrank back. It had certainly been better when he hadn't known who she was. Hadn't seen that she was just a small, girl with a stitched up face that had once been pretty. Her face hurt and she tried to relax the frown out of her features but it was so unnatural to do that when she was so pissed off. Still, it might appear to Remy that she was softening. Becoming more compliant. He'd be wrong.

"Are you happy now that you've 'saved' me only to be sure to unmask me in front of the Doctor? Are you happy to know who I am, Remy?"

She watched him smile and felt some of her anger slip away from her as he did that. Which was hugely frustrating because if she couldn't hold her anger toward him, how could she stand her ground and refuse to just do whatever he told her to do? How could she be indignant and continue to not trust him if he could charm her with nothing more than a smile. She knew his power was more than just a mutant ability. He'd honed and perfect the art of influencing others. He was influencing her and she both hated it and wanted him to continue doing it.

"How are you going to ensure the Doctor doesn't expose me, Remy? Do you have mind control capabilities that somehow got missed in the files? Are you mentally restraining him as he walks away now?" Jenny asked, her voice quieter now, less acidic. Tears crept into her tone again and she forced them back. This was such a mess.

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