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Remy LeBeau (ace_of_clubs) wrote in vas_captio_rpg,
@ 2009-07-03 22:16:00

Entry tags:

!complete, day 13, jenny schecter, location: barn, remy lebeau

WHO: Remy & Jenny
WHAT: Remy offered Jenny a piece of his couch.
WHEN: Day 13; 2208.
WHERE: The barn
RATING: PG-13, perhaps?
STATUS: Complete

Gambit certainly hadn't been lying about having a comfortable piece of furniture to stretch out on. With other places now to sleep, the red-head had been more-or-less left alone in the barn, and he'd kicked out the arms on two of those couches, pushed two of them front-to-front (the ones without arms), then had pushed a third one to the head of those two butted-up couches, to make a strange rectangle of sorts, which had three sides, and one place to crawl into the middle. He'd put the third couch there, of course, so his feet wouldn't hang off the end. That just wouldn't do at all. He'd braced two of the three couches against the walls of the barn (he'd pushed it into a corner, of course), and the third couch had another couch (the last one) pushed up against the back of it, so it wouldn't slide out and leave him on the floor in the middle of the night.

So it was no wonder that the Cajun had refused to leave his little sanctuary for the day. He'd just been happily lazing around on the couch, wishing for something other than sugar to eat. He'd talked to Dean just moments earlier, and was quite content knowing that he'd be eating real food sometime tomorrow. This morning, at least, the young man had gone further into town and had snatched himself a shower. Cold though it was-- he'd washed his jeans and socks while he was in the shower, but his trench coat had been ruined, along with his tank-top, so on the way back to the barn he'd made a quick detour into the Thrift store and had grabbed a few things. Like the button-up blue shirt he was wearing at present. There was a white undershirt beneath it, and he had it unbuttoned half way, with the sleeves rolled up to just over his elbows, exposing the gloves he wore religiously. They weren't long, stopping just before his wrist bone, at the end of his palm.

He was shoeless, but fresh socks (also from the thrift store) were happily on his feet. Having a shower and fresh clothes had done wonders for the Cajun. The replica Doctors Coat was hanging over the arm of the head couch, for his later use. Because yeah, it was his now. His. Back off, Doctor.

In fact, he'd been laying on his back there, a pillow tucked under his head (also thanks to the thrift store.. he'd found a pillow case, but no pillows.. so he'd torn open some stuffed animals and stuffed the case full, then tied it off - he hadn't made two, unfortunately.), but when he heard footsteps, he was sitting up and turning his eyes towards the entrance of the dimly lit barn. All he had for light was the moonlight coming in through the windows. It was enough for him, really.. he had pretty good eyes, in the dark.

"'Dat you, Chere?" Prompted into the darkness around him.

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dont_f_withme
2009-07-04 02:48 am UTC (link)

Remy wasn't the only one who'd raided the thrift store. Jenny had been there earlier that day after she and L had parted ways in the pharmacy. It was time to wear something other than the faded and torn tea dress in which she'd shown up at this party. She'd found herself a not too hideous, vintage sundress. She'd been impressed that the lace around the midsection wasn't yellowed with age and that the soft blue of the dress actually matched her eyes. It would have been nice to find some more sensible shoes than what she had come in, but the only thing she'd found were sandals a few days ago. They went with nothing but they worked better than heels.

She wasn't sure why she was nervous as she approached the barn. She couldn't tell if it was because she wasn't sure what to expect from this meeting with Remy after everything that had happened or if it was the small, quiet voice in her head trying to tell her she was betraying L somehow. That was nonsense, wasn't it? She wasn't going to think about it. Whatever happened she was assured L's love because they were two halves. No more nonsense, Ms. Schecter.

Stepping through the doorway of the barn, Jenny rested herself against the frame and looked into the moonlit interior. "It's me, Jenny," she replied, unsure if "chere" was her anymore. She could just make out his form on the makeshift bed he must have pieced together himself. It was quite ingenious and she was duly impressed with it.

"You've done pretty well for yourself," she said, indicating his couch bed with one hand. Her voice held a note of uncertainty. Her smile was slight as she swung a bit back and forth, her dress rustling softly from the movement. She was fidgeting and she knew it. What could she do?

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ace_of_clubs
2009-07-04 03:02 am UTC (link)

A smile spread out over his face when he heard her voice. Jenny. Good. He was pushing himself to slide off the couch then and smoothed his hands over the shirt. He'd managed to find something that had been wearable for over a hundred years -- the dress shirt. It had a bigger collar, sure, and it stuck up some.. but what mattered was that it wasn't pink pleather or something equally as horrible. It was normal. Sort of. But really, it didn't matter. Remy was padding across the wooden floor in those socks (he'd also managed to sweep the floor of the barn to keep debris out of his normal walking space) and over to the other. "Oui, oui. Nice, non? Room f'two." He assured her with another easy smile, a bit hard to see in the dim light, but she'd be able to hear it in his voice.

"Ain' mad? Ain' gon' kick me an' run off, righ'?" He prompted with a lift of his eyebrows and an accompanying smile. "C'mon, ain' got no blanke'," He'd forgotten to snatch one from the thrift store, unfortunately, "But I got a pillow. An' a coa'." And the coat certainly would work well enough for a blanket, considering her shorter height, and the much higher height of the Doctor-- and the coat hit the other man's ankles, nearly. So it would cover her well.

Even as he said that, he was pushing a hand back through his hair, then turning to lead her back to his make-shift bed, sweeping an arm out over it in a theatrical display, as if a large red curtain were pulling back to reveal it. He would have been a good showman. "Jus' you an' me tonigh', oui?" Since most everyone else had found their way back to the Museum that had, you know.. rooms. Gambit had appreciated the open space of the barn.

And couches were too heavy to drag all the way to the museum.. and he'd probably have to give them up anyway, the Doctor would scold him and tell him that he couldn't keep them all to himself. And he wanted to!

Yes, the barn was going to be his new favorite place. Quiet. No one asking for help. And couches. A bed. Now, if he could just do something about that smell.... well, beggars couldn't be choosers, right? Right.

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dont_f_withme
2009-07-04 03:20 am UTC (link)

Remy was as friendly as ever. Relaxed and easy. He really was serious about inviting her to share his couch with her. She could tell he was smiling too and that was a good sign. He could have resented her or been angry himself. He wasn't and she was glad for that. She was a bit guarded though as she took a step or two closer to him. A part of her wanted her to be careful because he might have something else in store. Like outting her again.

"No. No, I'm not going to kick you and run off," she replied with a chuff of amusement.

Yes, she'd been mad. Goodness knows she'd been furious with him after he'd outted her to the Doctor. But he'd kept his word. He hadn't told anyone about her being the Insider and he had even given her a little space too. Not that she'd appreciated that. She'd sort of hoped he would come after her but he wasn't the type, she was finding out, who played peacemaker when things were unpleasant. He let things work out on their own from what she could tell.

"Well, I didn't invite anyone else," she countered when he said it was just the two of them. "So unless you did..."

She looked up at him curiously in the darkness, fidgeting more because she wasn't sure what to do with herself just then. What she wouldn't give for those night vision goggles right now to see his face more clearly. It was just as well she didn't have them anymore. It saved her from thinking she could creep around in the tunnels and nearly get herself killed again. She'd tried to find him and nearly drowned in the process. She wondered if she should tell him and decided against it. He hadn't needed her help.

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ace_of_clubs
2009-07-04 03:35 am UTC (link)

She'd find out quickly that Remy didn't need anyone's help. Even when he did. However, when given said 'unneeded help', he did thank the help-giver. Sometimes. After all, he wasn't Logan! He wasn't as invincible as he liked to claim.

"Non, jus' us two." He sat down on the foot of his 'bed' when he answered, then leaned back onto his lands in a very loose, languid way. Cat-like Cajun. He could have lounged on a bed of nails and looked just as comfortable. He just had that grace about him, that boneless, lazy sort. But he could move when he needed to, he'd proven that more than once. He just.. didn't want to. It was nicer to lay around in the sun and complain about having to move; and that was exactly what he was planning on doing during his time here. Now that there were showers and fresh clothes (and food!), it was back to being a vacation, one that the Cajun was willing to lay back and enjoy once again.

"Take it ain' no one foun' ou' 'bou' you? I tol' you, me an' 'de Doct'r, ain' gon' say not'in'. Bu' I t'ink we bo'h won'erin' who 'de new guy is. 'De on wit' 'de block han'wri'in'? Ain' happen t'know, d'ya?" The younger man prompted her with a lift of one eyebrow, while patting the spot on the couch next to him. Why should she remain standing there when he had such a nice spot for her to sit? Not much dust, either, considering he'd beaten the cushions to get as much of it as he could out of there. Just that lingering smell...

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dont_f_withme
2009-07-04 03:50 am UTC (link)

In the moonlight, Jenny could just make out his form again as he went to rest on the couch once more. She was struck by how at home he was in this horrible place. She'd never get used to it here in the glass bubble. Though she would never give up what she'd learned here, she wasn't going to make herself comfortable and hope to stay anymore. It didn't matter that there was no one on the outside wishing she was coming back. There was something else to live for now.

Just the two of them. That was good to know. Jenny relaxed some and smiled a bit more widely even if he couldn't see it well. "That's good. I've done the whole group-sleep thing and it was more elbows in the face than I'm interested in."

Jenny wrinkled her nose when he patted the cushions and sent up a waft to her of the mildew that hadn't been quite so pungent before now. She moved slowly to sit beside him, not appearing too eager because she both wasn't, due to the smell, and wasn't going to give him a reason to think she just couldn't wait to be near him. Part of her felt that way, sure. Another part of her was so unsure if she was doing the right thing by anyone these days that she was going to make herself neurotic if she kept thinking about it. So she wouldn't.

Time to switch gears, Jennifer Schecter. She leaned back as he had done, but on one elbow, turned on her hip to face him. No, you kept your word and I'm grateful that you did. I'm not sure who the new person is. I don't have an inside track anymore. Not that I want to really. I'm through with sneaking around," she said and smiled sweetly at him. "But is that why you invited me over? To ask me about the new jackass in the journals?"

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ace_of_clubs
2009-07-04 04:14 am UTC (link)

"Oui. An' t'ask why you done wha' you done, an' t'offer you a twinkie." He shifted on his elbows and wiggled his eyebrows some. How he could be so playful in this horrible place.. well. How he could be so comfortable here, as well. He was like some freak of nature. But really, it was better than being depressed and emo about it, right? Why bother? It only made things worse, not only on yourself but also on everyone around you. It brought down morale. That wasn't what they needed right now.

Not that Remy cared about anyone in this place.

"An' I kin'a miss a nice warm body sleepin' nex' t'mine." That last part was said with a wider smile that could have indicated that he was joking, or that he just found it amusing. Really, he rarely had a warm body sleeping next to him. Most often, it was sex-and-go, whether on his part or on theirs. It never mattered, though. He usually didn't want to see the person come morning, anyway. Definitely not if he'd just stolen everything from their wallet. Then he hoped he never saw the woman again. Woman, because it was very rare that he found himself in that sort of position with a man. Not for a few years, at least. Not since he was a teenager.

Well, and that once with Jack. But they hadn't been in a bed, and there certainly hadn't been sleeping involved, or sex, for that matter.

He made a vague gesture behind him, to the make-shift pillow he'd fashioned. "I even le' you use it, you stay, Chere." Offered with another lift of his eyebrows. Tempting man.

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dont_f_withme
2009-07-04 04:31 am UTC (link)

"Oh a twinkie. Merci beacoup, mon chere. Tu es trop doux," she answered and smiled as he wiggled his eyebrows at her. He was too cute for his own good, she decided. Probably a woman in every port and with angry husbands every one. Was that what she thought she might be? His woman in this port? Or one of them at least? That was a strange idea. She wasn't sure what she thought of that.

"A warm body, hm?" she murmured with a hint of amusement in her voice. There was less insecurity in her tone now. She was slipping back into her old groove now. There was less to fear in this place than before. She could handle herself in the real world, why not here? She'd already proved to herself that she could survive the worst. She'd even found her soulmate here. What was there to lose by being the other part of herself again?

Slipping a hand down her legs, Jenny held the hem of her dress down as she slid upward on the couchbed, letting her shoes fall onto the floor as she did. It wasn't a very comfortable thing but she managed to do it with at least a fraction of Remy's grace in her own movements. She rested against the pillow and spread her arms out, taking up the entire top of the bed with a grin. "Well I'm comfy. Where are you going to sleep?" she teased.

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ace_of_clubs
2009-07-04 04:43 am UTC (link)

Red eyes followed her as she slid back onto that bed, his eyes dipping in the darkness, watching as that hand held down her dress. Well, damn. Still, he was looking up to her face again and smiling slowly, turning over so he could push up onto his knees and look down at her, studying her silently as if he were trying to decide just where he was going to sleep. But after a few seconds, he smirked and lowered down, pressing gloved hands into the bed. Then he was crawling forward, carefully avoiding her legs with his knees and hands, until he could press his hands down into the bed on either side of her waist, while his knees remained between her thighs.

"Maybe I sleep on toppa you. You look comfy an' I ain' 'dat heavy. Ain' gon' crush you any time soon. An' since you took my pillow.. leas' you coul' do is offer me yours." Her breasts. Yes, he meant her breasts. But there was a tease in his voice. He was only joking with you, Jenny. And it was evident, when he shifted and leaned, so he could fall bonelessly onto the couch to her right, between her leg and her outstretched arm. "Or maybe I sleep here?" Tease. In more than one way. Was this how he got his women? Playing hard to get?

Not at all. He went in hard and fast when he wanted something, he swept women off their feet. But he was relatively sure he'd already done that with her, he certainly had her attention, so he could slow it down and figure out exactly where he wanted to go with this. With her.

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dont_f_withme
2009-07-04 04:58 am UTC (link)

Jenny smiled up at him as he crawled over her. Yes, too cute for his own good. But she had seen the moves he was making before. They were part of her own repertoire and she was immune for the most part. Plus she knew him well enough so far to know he wasn't going to try to force anything but his charm onto her so she wasn't worried whether he was playing or not. She knew he was. Not that she was complaining.

"Sure, sleep on top of me, Remy. I promise you it'll be the most uncomfortable night you've had in a long time. I'm all bones and odd angles as you can plainly see," she said with a small laugh as he fell over onto his side beside her. "You'll probably have better luck sleeping there, mon ami."

He could suggest sleeping on her breasts all he wanted. In fact, if he wanted, he could sleep on them. Sleeping wasn't a problem for Jenny. Sleeping was when you clung to the body beside you and dreamed of the person you wanted most. Especially if they weren't one and the same. Jenny was on the fence about who she wanted most but she wasn't about to forego the offer of a warm body to cling to.

She rolled on her side then as he flopped beside her, curling up a bit and scooting over so that he had more room and she was facing him. Her face was lost in shadow as she watched him quietly for a moment. "My second slumber party in Vas Captio. Will we do pot and facials next?"

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ace_of_clubs
2009-07-04 05:45 am UTC (link)

If Remy had any idea about L and Jenny, he might have said something witty about it. First Laura, now Jenny? Here he was, just trying to steal all of the guy's women, and he hadn't even met him! Besides, wasn't he in love with Laura? Maybe not. After all, it wasn't like L had ever told him if he was or wasn't. The Cajun didn't know anything, and sometimes it was just better that way. It kept him from opening his mouth when he should have kept it shut. Like now.

"'De couch ain' warm as you." He complained dully as he smoothed a gloved hand over it. Really, he never took those fucking things off. Not ever. He had when he'd showered, to wash them, but they'd gone right back on once he'd dried them off with a little bit of an energy blast. He hated going without his gloves more than he hated going without his trench coat. He hadn't been without those gloves (or a set very much like them) since he was much younger.

"Secon'? I ain' feel so special 'den. Who else you been sleepin' wit'?" He almost sounded affronted, but it was hard to pull off that emotion while you were smiling, so it wasn't quite perfect.

"Don' matter, maybe. You wit' me now, non? An' ain' no grass here, mon ami, but 'dere plen'y o' sweets." Even as he said that, he was reaching up to flick the trench coat back and tug a twinkie out from beneath it, then offer it across from her. "Better, non?"

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dont_f_withme
2009-07-04 05:59 am UTC (link)

Jenny knew about his gloves. They'd been in the file. Which was why she had no trepidation toward touching the back of his gloved hand gently when he reached out to run it over the couch. "True enough. This couch is just a center of smelly mildew and with no blanket, it would definitely not be as warm as me."

She chuckled when he asked who else she'd been sleeping with. Truth was she'd slept with no one since arriving here. In fact, until she'd been injured, she'd been alone the entire time with few exceptions. After having gotten used to sleeping beside Nikki, it had been a big change but she'd made peace with it once she had really thought about it and decided Nikki, with her superficiality and stardom, would have moved on by now. So why shouldn't Jenny?

"Oh Remy," she chided goodnaturedly. "You can't possibly be jealous. A strong, handsome man like you?" She fluttered her eyelashes at him subtlely and maybe he didn't even see it in the shadows and moonlight. Still she moved a bit closer to him. Not so close as to touch him but she could feel the warmth emanating from him now.

"I'm here with you, yes," she said with a bit of confusion. What exactly was she agreeing to? He'd already made some possessive remarks in the past when she'd been under the guise of the Insider. Did he mean she was literally there with him or that she was his? She decided not to care right now and reached out her hand to take the twinkie, the plastic wrapper crinkling pleasantly.

"Much better, oui."

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ace_of_clubs
2009-07-04 06:28 am UTC (link)

"'De couch sof' chere. Don' knock 'de smell. Better 'den 'de floor." He assured her with a smirk. "An' 'de smell? Gon' air 'dem ou' tomorr'w." It was an easy promise, one that came with a waggle of that twinkie, enticing her to take it. "Oui. Even 'de stron', mos' han'some men ge' all work up over 'de filles, non? Jus' nature." The twinkie was given another little shake, and she was finally plucking it from his hand, causing another smile to spread out over his face. He had left his hand to remain still as she'd traced her fingers over the back of it. He had enjoyed the touch. The Cajun certainly liked to be touch and it rarely mattered who did it or how they did it. It didn't even have to be a physical touch, as the Doctor had first imagined.

"You here wit' me." Remy said quietly, nodding his head in agreement as he leaned forward and gently pressed his mouth against hers. But she wouldn't have much time to react, because he was drawing back a second later and settling on his back there on the couch. "Bien. You gon' spen' 'de whole nigh' Chere?" He wanted to know if she'd be there when he woke up in the morning, or not. Going to sleeping knowing those sorts of things made it better in the morning when you woke up.. no sudden, dramatic surprised.

As much fun as surprises were, Remy didn't like them in the morning, like that.

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dont_f_withme
2009-07-04 06:42 am UTC (link)

True, anything was better than the floor. She'd slept in a musty bed of piled up boas in the theater and then there'd been the dusty inside of a large crate down in the tunnels. She'd even slept on a pile of old magazines in the library since coming here. None of which she would have gone back to over this couch. She could ignore the disgusting smell for the comfort of something soft beneath her finally.

"Yes, yes. And I'm grateful that you're not making me sleep on the floor," she replied with some more amusement. She couldn't picture him making anyone sleep on the floor no matter what his feelings toward them were. Remy's file had never indicated him to be the vindictive type though she was sure he could hold a grudge if he wanted to but that was a lot of energy and he was an easy going sort.

She was with him. Yes, yes she was. Whatever it was really, she was close to someone for now. Someone who would protect her in the moment, even if maybe not forever, and she could imagine he cared about her if she wanted to do that too. It was all a matter of taking what you got and being creative with it. "I'll be here until approximately 8:22am unless you piss me off," she replied with a smile.

"Are you going to be falling asleep any time soon because I'm much too awake to sleep. I don't want to keep you awake," she said, her fingers slipping from his glove. She had the twinkie beside her face but she wasn't eating it. She was watching him. Curious and observant. She wanted to know what made him tick besides what was in his file.

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ace_of_clubs
2009-07-04 06:56 am UTC (link)

Anything was better than the floor. And true, she was right about that much. Remy's file certainly hadn't indicated that he was an evil or vindictive sort of person, no matter how much he told people that he wasn't a good guy -- he always managed to end up doing good things, somehow. Sure, he stole things, he killed people, and he was a general flirting womanizer.. but he was a good guy, somewhere under all of that. It was just the way he'd been raised, that doing the above mentioned things were okay (encouraged, even). It just meant that his right-and-wrong-'o-meter was a little off.

And being vindictive and mean did take a lot of energy, and the languid, cat-like Cajun would have rather made friends with everyone and simply enjoyed laying in the sun. But no. He'd had to make enemies. A lot of enemies. But somehow, he managed to be friendly even with them. Hell, he'd slept with a few of them!

He watched as she left the twinkie near her face.. but eventually, he pulled his eyes away and locked them onto hers in the darkness. Right now? The thought of food was making him tick, but the idea of eating another sugar-coated-anything was certainly not appealing.

"Eigh' twen'y-two? Bien. Seem like uh goo' time." He smiled slowly and tucked one arm up under his head to use it as a pillow as he watched her. "Ain' tire' ye'. Slep' all to'ay, jus' lounge 'roun'. 'De bes' way t'be, non?" Lazy, he meant. It was his favorite pastime.

"Wha' you t'inkin' 'bou' Chere?" That time, his voice was a bit softer. She had that look on her face, noticeable even in the dark.

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dont_f_withme
2009-07-04 07:08 am UTC (link)

She knew his past. She knew more about him than she should know rightfully. It all served to keep her guarded or allow her to be open with him at the right moments. Perhaps that was cheating but she didn't care. It let her have a few moments of solace with someone who was pleasant. And with her newly recovered confidence, thanks to finding L, she wasn't worried about the outcome of anything they might possibly say or do tonight.

"You just lounged around all day?" she asked, somewhat incredulously. "And here I thought you were the heroic type, gallavanting off into the sunset after damsels in distress!" Whoa, Jenny, she thought. That small voice tugged at her again, telling her to play it closer to the vest again.

"Me?" she asked even though there was no way he could have meant someone else. "I'm just wondering how many of these twinkies it would take to sweeten up someone like the Doctor. You know, so he didn't hate me anymore." Her tone was light but the subject definitely wasn't. She'd lost an important friendship with the Doctor. Remy might be forgiving but the Doctor wasn't coming back. She knew that now so she was going to joke about it a little. How else did one make peace with something she couldn't change?

"What are you thinking about?"

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ace_of_clubs
2009-07-04 07:24 am UTC (link)

"Me? 'De knigh' in armor type? Non, chere. Ain' you rea' my file? I ain' ou' f'no one bu' Remy." He scrunched his nose some at the idea of being a hero. He was not a hero. Not by any means. If she wanted a hero, she'd need to go find Captain Hardness. He was a hero.

"Oui, lounge 'roun', ea' twinkies. Don' normally do 'de damsel t'in'. Ain' my style." He had a style? Oh yes. Of course he did!

"An' I don' t'ink 'de twinkies gon' work on 'de Doct'r. You gon' need some big damn pixie stick for him. Pu' it on uh car'mel apple, roll 'dem in chocola'e, 'den add some ice cream, wit' a side o' gummie bears, 'den maybe you ge 'de Doct'r. But he ain' 'de angry type, from wha' I see, non? Jus' get hur' easy. Really nice guy." That was said after a moment, before he nodded as if agreeing with himself. Yes, the Doctor was very nice. Much nicer than Gambit, anyway.

"T'inkin' 'bou'? Wha' make you t'ink I'm t'inkin' at all? Jus' enjoyin' 'de view." The Cajun was a good liar. He had to be. He was also very good at skirting around questions about himself. Such as that one. But he usually gave in if pestered enough. Why? Simply because it was easier than skirting around the issue.

Lazy bastard.

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dont_f_withme
2009-07-04 07:38 am UTC (link)

That's right. He was no hero. Jenny had either forgotten or chosen not to believe it. Well she wasn't going to rely on that right now anyway. That's what she told herself at least. But the words were out of her mouth and he'd already scoffed at them before she could take them back so that was that. She could laugh it off and she would. "What? No spandex capes and tights for you? And you'd look so dashing in them," she said with a tinge of playful disappointment.

The Doctor couldn't be won with twinkies. She'd known that. It was something she regretted horribly now. She felt the anger toward Remy rise again but she pushed it down once more. It was her fault, ultimately, that the Doctor wanted nothing to do with her anymore. Even if Remy hadn't told him, she probably would have eventually and she'd still have been in this situation.

"Oh really? Caramel apples and gummie bears. Hm," she mused and laughed softly. "And what does it take to work on you?" Oh had she just asked that? How funny. She was flirting for the sake of flirting now. "Not twinkies or gummie bears, surely."

She grinned in the partial moonlight when he asked her why she'd think he was thinking. Logic won out in that argument and she said, "No one thinks nothing, Remy. Especially when they're talking to a pretty girl. So fess up."

Her fingers brushed the back of his hand again and she thought of the moment down in the tunnels before he'd found her out. The moment when she'd run her fingers through his hair in the darkness and it had seemed to pique some new interest in him. It made her sad that there was no more mystery between them now that he knew who she was. Her touch would never spark something like that again.

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ace_of_clubs
2009-07-04 06:01 pm UTC (link)

"Non, no spandex f'me." He assured her with a slow but charming smile, tucking his arm a bit more firmly beneath his head. He was comfortable and her presence was soothing and he was starting to feel a little tired, against what he'd earlier stated. Lap cats were always willing to sleep anywhere. "You soun' kin'a disappoin'e', chere. Lookin' forwar' t'seein' me runnin' 'roun' in a cape?" It was a light tease, but all in good fun.

He shifted again, rolling onto his side, then onto his back again to get comfortable, toes pointing momentarily in a stretch before he settled in again. Oh, that had been nice. Red eyes once again found Jenny in the darkness.

"Non, no twinkies, no gummie bears." Remy agreed with a smile, turning his head to stare up at the ceiling above him. The tin roof was a welcome sight, seeing as how it hadn't been there the other day. "Takes money." Money? Oh yes. "Money or goo' Gumbo." What he wouldn't give for some down-home Gumbo right now. Oh, it made his mouth water just thinking of it.

However, she was drawing in his attention again, about her questioning what he was thinking, and the Cajun laughed softly, causing the couch cushions to shake just a little before it chuckle drew to a stop and he breathed in deeply through his nose. "T'inkin' 'bou' how you end up in 'dis mess. Won'erin' why you done it." He rolled a shoulder back into the couch before directing red eyes away from the tin roof and back to the woman laying next to him once again.

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dont_f_withme
2009-07-04 06:24 pm UTC (link)

"Damn," she muttered playfully when he said no spandex for him. "I'm very disppointed. It would have been nice to see you in something to accentuate your beautiful body." It was a light tease too because to Jenny what was most wonderful about Remy were his mind and his smile. She could take or leave the body though it was a nice one and close.

Her lips, though she hadn't been paying them mind, were tingling from the kiss he'd warmly given her a few minutes ago. She'd slipped right past it like it hadn't occurred but she'd felt it. Still did. She ran her tongue along them as he rolled around to get comfortable. She laughed lightly when he said money and gumbo were what it took to work on him. She believed it.

Oh so he was going to ask her why she'd done it. Jenny had thought the moment had passed for that question and she was a little caught off guard that he had brought it up amidst their banter. Still, she had wanted to explain herself to someone at least and L hadn't even wanted to hear the truth, let alone the explanation. So she took a deep breath, letting her hand drift away from his.

"It didn't start out like that. What you saw. The Insider. I started out working for the people running this place. They asked me to design journals for them. They said they'd put me back in my timeline with no memory of it so who wouldn't help, right? I was flattered and I had no idea what it was really for - this place." She paused and shifted slightly, looking out toward the door and away from his face.

"But as writers always do, I got curious one day and saw their plans. I decided I needed to warn the people in here. Except I couldn't openly do it because they would have known. When they found me out, they threw me in here with everyone with no way out. I'm as stuck here as everyone else now. Look, I know it doesn't sound like anything because I screwed it up so badly, but I was trying to do the right thing."

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ace_of_clubs
2009-07-05 02:56 am UTC (link)

After she was done speaking, Remy laid there a long while and stared across at her, before finally nodding some and pushing up to lean on one elbow, looking down at her instead of across, now. He liked being taller. "An' 'dat 'de tru't?" He prompted slowly. When he got her affirmation, he nodded in return. "So why you so worry 'bou' 'de Doct'r killin' you? You ain' do not'in' bu' try an' help. Ain' do not'in' bu' do 'de righ' t'in' an' screw it up. I screw up t'in's all 'de time, Jenny. Ain' no reason t'be scare' someone gonna hur' you, no reason t'be scare' someone gonna wanna kill you. All you do was make some waves. I do 'dat all 'de time."

And there was nothing wrong with it, in Remy's opinion. Nothing at all.

"So now you stuck in here wit' us, an' now you on'na us, non? We gon' take care o' you like you on'na us." So said the red-head who smiled slowly and tilted his head to the side, that long hair spilling over his shoulder. "Anyt'in' else you nee' t' get off your ches'? Ain' no more lies, oui? No more t'in's I'm gonna be fin'in' out? Ain' gonna surprise me wit' bein' an alien or not'in', righ'?" He reached over a gloved hand and poked at her side with one of his fingers, as if to prompt her to speak if there was anything more to say.

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dont_f_withme
2009-07-06 05:54 pm UTC (link)

"I thought, and rightfully so, that he wouldn't listen to me. He didn't. He doesn't want to hear what I have to say and so he thinks I'm responsible for things I had no control over. I know he is a very powerful being with a fantastic rage when he's angered. I just didn't know how he'd react."

She kind of wished he'd tried to kill her. Instead he'd shut her out and she'd lost a friend. She was used to losing friends because of her stupidity but that didn't mean she liked it. Didn't mean she was okay about it. She took a shaky breath, refusing to allow herself to get emotional over it right now. She could do that later, by herself.

Jenny chuckled as he poked her. "Hey now," she said and squirmed slightly. "That was my big secret. No more lies or surprises. I'm as human as they get. But would it surprise you to know that I've been exclusively with girls for two years? No, I don't suppose you could be surprised by that sort of thing."

Her mind momentarily flashed to Nikki and the briefest sensation of regret washed over her but it was gone as quickly as it had come. There had to have been less attachment there than she'd really thought if she could let go of Nikki so easily, but it was neither here nor there. It was strange though that the two people she was most attached to here were men. If she thought about it, which she probably wouldn't, she'd realize that was significant.

She tried a smile on and looked up at Remy. "Any possible surprises I should be aware of where you're concerned, sir?"

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ace_of_clubs
2009-07-11 12:05 am UTC (link)

"Ain' not'in' surprise me, chere." He assured her with a little laugh, shifting his shoulders back as he settled down comfortably into his make-shift bed again. Tonight would be the first time he slept with someone else in it, but it surely wouldn't be the last.

"Non, no surprises." Liar, liar, pants on fire. He had plenty of things that she should be concerned with, like his wife and the fact that he wasn't actually a human being.. and, you know-- wait. She probably knew all of that already, anyway. After reading his file. Or perhaps they'd missed that marriage part.. it had been very short lived and he'd run off not even a full day after. It would have been an easy, tiny part of his history to have overstepped.

"C'mon, m' fallin' sleep on you." The more languid, drawled out voice of the Cajun clearly announced that much, if his words hadn't. So with another twist (it took a lot to get him comfortable) he was breathing in deeply and sliding an arm around her, tugging her up against him spoon-style. And Remy was always the big spoon.

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dont_f_withme
2009-07-12 03:53 am UTC (link)

Jenny knew he was lying to her and when he did it she was both surprised and crestfallen. She hadn't thought he would lie to her. Not considering the fact that she'd said she'd read his file and everyone else's. She'd thought that maybe he held her in some sort of esteem. Truth was he held no one but himself in esteem. She could see that now. Part of her closed down then.

With a smile in the moonlight she closed her eyes. "Good," she murmured. "Surprises aren't fun when they are at that level." Which was true. If she'd been taken unawares by what she knew after having innocently formed an attachment to him, she would have been completely mortified. Now she was just disappointed.

"Sweet dreams," she said quietly as he pulled her toward him, spooning her in a way that otherwise would have made her feel so protected and appreciated. Now it only felt false and she was going to wait until he was asleep. Then, with every secretive bone in her body she would slip away unseen and unfelt. No more of this. She'd thought it would take a long time for Remy & L to form decided characters before her? Well maybe L would remain a mystery but she knew Remy now.

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