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Remy LeBeau (ace_of_clubs) wrote in vas_captio_rpg,
@ 2009-07-25 17:05:00

Entry tags:

!complete, day 17, jenny schecter, location: theatre, remy lebeau

Who: Remy LeBeau & Jenny Schecter
What: Remy finally tracks down Jenny.
Where: In the Theater - Jenny's room.
When: Day 17, 6:28am
Rating: PG
Status: Complete

In her room. Of course. Where else would someone be at o'dark thirty? Okay, it wasn't that dark, the sun was starting to rise.. and Remy was antsy. He'd had a particularly fantastic day yesterday, especially last evening as the sun had been setting. So he was, of course, in a particularly good mood. And though he and Jenny had been avoiding one another, he had finally decided he was going to go over there and find out exactly what was going on, and exactly why she was upset. Because really? The Cajun had no idea, he was genuinely confused.. he'd never understood women. No man really did. Even the gay ones who claimed to.

So he'd finished making his way from his barn to her theater, up the steps, down the row, down the steps, through the hall, and to the indicated door. A gloved hand rapped a few times on the wooden obstruction, before he was nudging it open with a hip and sticking just one hand through, a twinkie trapped between his fingers. His last one. He couldn'f find any flowers, so the small sugar-packed snack would have to do. Only after the twinkie had been sighted would the Cajun nudge the door open further and stick his head in with a smile. "You decen'?" Even if she wasn't, he was pushing the door open and coming inside, then leaning back against it to close it behind him.

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dont_f_withme
2009-07-26 12:42 am UTC (link)

Jenny had left the door partially ajar for Remy. If he really was on his way over, she wanted to be sure he didn't think she wasn't interested in talking. She was even if she was frustrated and hurt, she wanted to see him. Of course, after she had parted ways with L, she continued drinking. It didn't take much to get her lit so she'd managed to make the bottle last all night and there was still a fair bit left.

When she heard his voice in the hall, Jenny set down the book she'd been looking at -- reading was impossible at this point with her eyes continuing to blurr. She cussed under her breath as the book fell through her fingers with a thud on the floor. "I'm always decent, M. LeBeau," she said as he entered, her voice low but unslurred. She was not messy drunk. Just warm and dreamy, somewhat detached at the moment. It was a comfortable feeling of numbness she'd settled into.

Leaning back against the pile of colorful costumes, some of which glittered and sparkled behind her, she donned a tiara and smiled slightly at him. "How are you this morning?" she asked, shifting on the cot so that her knees were covered by a peacock blue silken dress from the pile. She'd been wearing the costumes off and on over the span of the evening. It was evident by the fact that they were not only piled behind her on the cot but strewn over the old vanity with its pealing white pant and the matching chair.

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ace_of_clubs
2009-07-26 04:13 am UTC (link)

Costumes! Oh, careful, Jenny, or you'd end up with a pleasantly happy, cape-wearing Cajun. He flashed a grin at her and came away from the door, over to her pile of clothes and her makeshift bed, to plop down there on the edge and offer out his Twinkie. Then his eyes caught sight of the tiara and they lit up.

Okay, so the thief got all excited over anything that sparkled, could you blame him? "Where 'dose at, chere?" Why? Because he wanted one. You were going to be witness to the creation of a monster very shortly, Jenny, because the red-head was in a playful, happy mood, and you were going to get caught right in the middle of it.

One hand smoothed over the silken dress that draped over her legs. Oh, he loved the feel of anything silky and smooth. Rag-tag man with the desires of a king. He wanted his room service, and he wanted it now.

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dont_f_withme
2009-07-26 02:57 pm UTC (link)

He really was so graceful that Jenny couldn't help allowing her eyes to follow him with a look of appreciation for the fluidness of his movements. She smiled sweetly at him, when he settled, jarring her a little so that the blue silk slid away from her legs again. She thought about letting it be then but decided against looking as though she were trying to draw him in with a display of skin. Thus the silk was slid back and she accepted the Twinkie all in one move. She had her own grace.

Jenny's heart fluttered when his eyes lit up, looking at her face. She almost leaned forward and kissed his cheek until he asked her where she'd gotten the tiara. The tiara. Jenny's heart sank then and she sighed inwardly. It really was gone. All of it. The whole intrigue of her being the Insider and the excitement of their little interludes. It was all gone for him. Okay. She could adjust. In fact, it was sort of the signal she'd needed to help her understand her own feelings.

"There were plenty of them in the bottom drawer of the vanity. Help yourself," she responded with a continued smile. She set aside the Twinkie and watched as his hand smoothed over the silk. She had no physical reaction to that this time because she knew it had nothing to do with touching her. She was going to think of him as her wonderful gay friend. "Help yourself to the costumes too if you're of the mind."

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ace_of_clubs
2009-07-26 10:59 pm UTC (link)

Perhaps it was.. perhaps not. But really, it hadn't been the revelation of who she was.. it had been the introduction of something new and shiny, and the Cajun, who had never been loyal to anyone (or anything, really) had simply moved on to the next best thing. He always would, or so he thought. But that didn't mean he forgot about his previous encounters. Because he certainly hadn't.

He was pushing up then to head over to the drawer, winding his way around the items on the floor, careful not to step on them, before he tugged open that bottom drawer and found what he wanted. Oh, the whole thing was sparkly. And he knew they where rhinestones.. but it was so fun to imagine they were diamonds. Hundreds and hundreds of diamonds. No more sleeping in abandoned buildings for you, LeBeau. Five star hotels and silk sheets. That was what he'd get, if he had all those diamonds. But he didn't. And after a second of rummaging, he came up with a separate tiara, nudged the door shut, and moved back over to sit down on the bed near her. "'Dis one." He insisted, one hand reaching out to pluck the one she wore from her head, and set the new one in place, instead. "Bien." The other was set aside, and her shifted then to stretch out and settle on his back near her, looking up with a smile.

"Ain' tell 'de Doct'r wha' you tol' me, chere. People fin' ou' wha' you are, who you been, he don' need t' be in 'de middle o' it. 'Das your, an' my, problem. An' you an' me, we gon' take care o' it." He allowed red eyes to slide shut then. "Anyone else know ye'?" He didn't imagine she'd tell anyone else.. but he was worried someone else might have found out.

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dont_f_withme
2009-07-27 01:08 am UTC (link)

If Jenny had known that in spite of the possessive he'd spoken to her as the Insider, his lack of ability to be loyal was the thing that had caused him to leave her by herself in the morning the night she'd stayed in the barn, she might not have even responded to his journal entry. It was just as well at this point because she now had a clearer idea of what she wanted. He'd made her decision for her and she was in all actuality grateful. It also meant she was going to play too. There was no reason to demure anymore.

She watched as he rummaged through the tiaras with interest, wondering if he was going to actually dress up in one of the dresses and affect an Audrey Hepburn accent to go along with it. She wasn't sure what he was doing until he removed the tiara she'd been wearing and replaced it with one he liked more. Which was a strange move but not unwelcome. She tilted her head at him, giving him a curious smile. She would have asked but he was talking again so she held her tongue.

"You don't think that when they take me down they won't expose him for having known too? That's not very nice of you not to warn him, Remy, but suit yourself," she said with a smile.

Her eyes glittered in the waxing sunlight and she knew the tiara sparkled as well because she could see some of its reflection dancing on the wall opposite the window. "The only other person who knows is L but I didn't tell him out right. He knew. Guess that's why we're - well." She shrugged and laughed lightly because she had no idea how to define what she and L were.

Reaching for the Twinkie again, Jenny broke the seal and pulled the sweet cake from the wrapper. Breaking it in two pieces, one larger than the other, she offered him the larger piece. "Did you know," she asked, taking a small bite of her piece, "That I once did performance art? I think you might have enjoyed it."

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ace_of_clubs
2009-07-29 04:34 pm UTC (link)

"He can take care o' himself, chere." Gambit promised with a smile, shifting his body some on the makeshift bed as he did, stretching out tight muscles before he let out a breath and relaxed again.

"You an' L? Don' tell him you been here wit' me. Homme don' like me 'nuff 'cause I been stayin' 'roun' Laura." Red eyes rolled up, but it was clear to tell that he was amused, instead of upset. He couldn't care less what some man, whom he'd never met, thought about him. He didn't even care what people he actually had met thought about him.

When the Twinkie was offered out, Gambit lifted his hand some to decline. Honestly? He'd had so many Twinkies in this place that he planned never to eat one, ever again. Even when he got out of here, he'd run from Twinkies. No, no more of that yellow, sugar-coated goodness, thanks, Jenny. But he was smiling all the same, curling his fingers closed again and tucking that arm under, so he could resume his languid state.

"Oh ye'h? Wha' you do? You dance?" Careful, Jenny. Don't tell the acrobat that you danced, or you'd end up dancing for him, and that wasn't what either one of them needed right now. "Or you an ac'ress?" Either one, really, would have been nice. Because now that she said she performed? He was going to expect a performance!

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dont_f_withme
2009-07-29 05:44 pm UTC (link)

"You're right, he can. I guess I shouldn't worry too much about it. Not like anyone could really pin something horrible on him. He's rather altruistic." She smiled slightly and canted her head, enjoying the slight tug of the new tiara against her scalp.

"He knows you and I are friends," Jenny said dismissively. "He hasn't said anything to me about it being a problem. Though I think he may have mentioned once his dislike or rather distrust." She shrugged. It didn't matter if the two men in her life didn't care for each other. She'd had friends that had hated each other before. She could handle it. "I won't go out of my way to mention you were in my room though," she added and grinned at him.

When he declined the Twinkie she set his half on the wrapper, considering saving it for later, and finished her own bit. She wondered if she should tell him what she'd done by way of performance art. She wasn't going to lie, she'd done enough lying. If he was going to run from Twinkies, she was going to run from lying. Still it probably would have been better had she kept her mouth closed about the subject but she wanted to tease him a little.

"I took off my clothes. Without music. Without artifice. To my own rhythm I held them in my thrall. I gave them perfidy on a plate. But on my own terms. Gypsy Rose Lee had nothing on me."

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ace_of_clubs
2009-07-29 07:04 pm UTC (link)

A wide grin spread out over his features when she told him that she took off her clothes. So she was a stripper? No. She didn't use music. Of course, she was using a few words he had no idea what they meant.. but she'd gotten her point across. She had been naked. That's all she needed to say. Gambit was plenty interested.

"You gonna gimme a show, Princesse?" The French version of the word rolled off his tongue much easier than the English one did. Thank the accent. But his lips were curling up and his eyebrows raising. He'd love to see her take her clothes off, of course. But he wasn't nearly as desperate to be laid as he had been when he'd first come here. So she'd be safe, if she decided to give him a show.

Unless she got really into it, that was. Then all bets were off.

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dont_f_withme
2009-07-29 07:21 pm UTC (link)

"Men, they're all about nakedness, aren't they?" she asked in a tone that was supposed to sound unimpressed with his request but her face said she was amused. Ah yes, Remy, easily pegged. But most men were unless they were gay. And even though she'd decided to think of him as her gay buddy, she knew he wasn't and she was going to tease him a little more.

Sliding from the cot, she allowed the hem of the silk gown slide across his lap. It was a thinly strapped affair with a sequined bodice. She hadn't really been expecting company until he'd said he was visiting so she had stayed in the last costume she'd tried on.

Standing with her back to him, Jenny glanced over her shoulder with a slight smile and slid one strap down her arm. "What do you think happens when someone like me does this sort of thing, Remy?" she asked in a slightly lower, husky tone.

The other strap was slipped from the other shoulder, leaving dark hair against pale skin as the dress fell away. She wasn't naked underneath it though. She wore a fairly modest violet silk camisole and short duo. Turning she slid toward him, hands reaching to touch his shoulders as she settled down on his lap facing him.

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ace_of_clubs
2009-07-29 08:55 pm UTC (link)

"Oui, an' don' t'ink you women aren' all 'bou' 'de nake'ness, nei'ter. 'Cause y' are." He'd slept with enough women to know just how much they were into nakedness -- especially the Cat-like Cajun brand. And as she stood up, he pushed to sit on the bed, leaned back on his hands behind him. And when she began to slide the strap down? The red-head just smiled. Oh, he loved private shows.

"I t'ink lossa men go home needin' showers, an' I t'ink you prolly make uh lo' o' money." Of course that was where his mind had gone. That was what ruled his young life: Sex and money. Except he had too much of one and not enough of the other. He'd have to even that out, one of these days.

But not right now, right now, he was interested in watching this little show, as she settled down into his lap. He breathed in deeply through his nose and smiled easily. "You an' me? We gonna be alrigh', chere." It was a strange thing to say at the present moment in time.. but he meant it. They were both going to be a-okay, he was sure of it. Or so he thought.

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dont_f_withme
2009-07-29 09:11 pm UTC (link)

"Nakedness for us is different than it is for men. I'm sure you're aware of that." She'd slept with enough women herself to know that about them. Not to mention she was one.

Smiling to herself, Jenny remembered the money she'd made those few nights she'd done her little number. Apparently the thin white scars on her inner thighs and stomach made her of even more interest because she was seen as some kind of damaged flower by the men in that particular club. And she was indeed damaged. Remy could see the same scars if he happened to glance down as she sat on his lap. She was conscious of them as she did so and wondered if he'd ask or if he would just accept them as another feature on her body like her nose or her fingers.

"Alright? As in safe? Perhaps. You know, Remy, I don't think I will take my clothes off for you. I think you've had enough of me." Her voice was warm and she smiled even though she was less than pleased. She was still trying to let go of the anger she felt over being left by herself that morning. It had made her feel cheap even though nothing had happened between them. As though she was not worth protecting in the vulnerable state of sleep.

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ace_of_clubs
2009-07-30 02:02 pm UTC (link)

"Yeah, bu' don' ac' like you don' enjoy nake'ness, too." He lifted his eyebrows some, lips curling into a grin as she smiled as well. But he wasn't looking down any further than her breasts. Why bother? He had the two most beautiful parts of her-- her face, and her breasts-- right there within a foot of him. No, he definitely didn't need to look anywhere else. Well, maybe if she started taking more clothes off. Of course he'd look everywhere.. but mostly? He'd be staring at her breasts.

Oh, Remy LeBeau was a breast man.

"Oui, safe." He agreed, before she mentioned that she wasn't going to take any more clothes off, and he made a small noise in the back of his throat.. but then twisted his lips into a very obvious (very theatrical) pout. "Why y' gotta be so mean t' Remy, chere? No man ain' never ge' 'nuff of uh beau fille." The younger man assured her with a slow grin, as gloved fingers (always, always gloved) came up to push idly through her hair, giving a small tug. "Y' gon' tell me more 'bou' L?" That was why he was assuming she had halted in her strip show. She was with that guy, L. Who, apparently, was as much of a cheating ass as Remy, because wasn't he with Laura? Then again, was he really a cheater, if he'd never actually been with someone? He'd only slept with people and moved on, no coupling involved. Yet.

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dont_f_withme
2009-07-30 02:31 pm UTC (link)

"Oh yes, I enjoy nakedness, Remy. There is nothing so lovely as the delicate blush of desire made obvious by naked skin."

Her voice was still low and still smooth as the silk of her camisole. The player was being played but she was sure that in his own way he was playing her back. That was how it worked with him, she'd learned. Whatever she thought she'd gained with him on every encounter was merely an illusion and it only affected her in the way it was taken away so easily. She would never openly admit that she became invested in people who showed her interest but Jenny was desperate for a hero and he'd seemed to fit the bill. For a while.

"How do you propose to keep me safe when they expose me to everyone as the Insider?" she asked a bit absently. She wasn't really looking for an answer because she didn't really expect him to come to her rescue anymore even though he'd said he would. She had the sinking feeling that he would leave her to face the music while he was off galavanting somewhere.

"You really don't get it, do you?" she asked and shook her head, slipping from his lap to stand up. "But it doesn't matter."

For a moment she considered his question about L and just what she ought to reveal to him. Telling Remy that L was her other half would probably garner her his amusement. It did sound silly if you weren't part of it yourself. So she simply said, "L is my best friend."

She reached for a dressing gown on the back of the vanity chair and pulled it around her, tightening the belt as though she might like to squeeze the life out of herself. "Why did you come here, Remy?"

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ace_of_clubs
2009-07-30 04:10 pm UTC (link)

If she'd been looking for a hero in Remy, she was delusional. She'd read his file. She knew who and what he was. The Doctor had to force him to help dying people during the earthquake. No, Remy LeBeau was not a hero, he was the furthest thing from it, without being the spawn of Satan (though Dean and Sam might disagree). He cared little about anyone or anything but himself. It hadn't always been that way, but a lot of things could change a man over time. Especially a man who lived by making other people's lives more difficult.

"How you t'ink? M' gonna come 'roun' an' be all manly an' scare everyone 'way 'dat tries t' ge' near ya." As if she was crazy for asking, what did she think he was going to do? "Go' uh deck o' car's in my pocke', fif'y two o' 'dem, an' ain' 'dat many people in 'dis box. Trus' me, chere, m' gonna win if 'dere's uh figh'." He flashed her an easy smile, leaning forward and drawing his knees up some, so he could clasp his hands and rest his forearms around his knees in a loose hold. Comfortable. The Cajun always looked comfortable.

"Maybe you 'de one don' ge' i'. You t'ink 'dese people gonna hun' you down an' kill you. No one gonna touch you. 'Dey un'erstan' people stresse' here, 'dey migh' ge' ma', bu' ain' no one gonna come 'roun' an' try t' hur' you. Howev'r, if 'dey do? M' gonna be 'dere an' protec' you. Say I woul', non? An' Remy, sometime he keep his word." That made a wide grin spread across his face, watching as she slipped on that robe. Aw, that was a disappointment.

"Bes' frien', hm? Bien." He was pushing up to his feet as she asked why he'd come here, and his shoulders rolled back, a gesture that would have been a shrug for any other man, but not the red-headed, red-eyed devil. Every motion he made was much more graceful. Unnatural. "Jus' wan' see you, chere. Ain' talk in uh lon' time, an' tough' you migh' need someone 'roun'." Both gloved hands spread out some, scars stretching under the tight leather. "M' wron'?"

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dont_f_withme
2009-07-30 06:09 pm UTC (link)

Jenny may have read Remy's file but she saw what she wanted. That was one of her fatal flaws. There was not a lot of rhyme or reason to her hopes at times. Her heart motivated most of her actions without much collaboration with logic or wisdom. She sort of flung herself into the wind and figured someone would catch her. When they didn't, she became angry.

His answer was less than encouraging but she hadn't expected anything. Yes, of course she'd expected something. She'd expected the world because she'd told herself he could give it to her and he would. She worked not to allow her shoulders to slump dejectedly. This was not what she wanted at all. In fact, with the alcohol wearing off and her frustration with him growing, she almost wanted to ask him to get the fuck out.

"Yes, sometimes being the operative word," she said darkly under her breath. She reached up and slid the tiara out of her hair, looking at it contemplatively for a long minute. "I hope you will keep your word this time. If it's necessary though I know you don't think it is. Very blithe of you."

Her need to define relationships was another part of why she was so frustrated with him. There was no way to understand this situation better than she did. Which was not a lot at all. There were no lines. Not even blurred ones. It was an anomaly, this whatever it was between her and Remy. She couldn't call it friendship because neither one of them was trustworthy enough for that. It certainly wasn't an affair because other than his interest in skin, it could have been anyone's skin as far as she could tell. Hers wasn't prefered in any way. So what the fuck was this? It was as bad as the lack of definition with L. Or worse, perhaps. But that was neither here nor there right now.

Lifting the bottle again, Jenny took a sip, allowing the alcohol to burn its way down her throat and fill her with that fuzzy, warm sensation that brought a smile to her face again. Shrug it off, Jenny. She looked at him again as he spread his hands, asking if he was wrong. "No, you're right. And it's good to see you." She wasn't lying but it might have seemed so considering her ever-changing mood. She did enjoy seeing him.

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ace_of_clubs
2009-07-30 07:23 pm UTC (link)

It did seem like she was lying, and Remy well knew dismissals when he heard them, so he was spreading his hands out, leather stretching as his fingers extended in a 'well, there you have it' sort of motion, before he was bending and sweeping up the other tiara off the ground, and he set it carefully atop his head with a smile.

"Oui. Will keep m' wor'." He promised in that drawling tone, though really, could you trust the word of a liar? No, not really. You were walking on thin ice when you dealt with the thief, you'd always known that. But there were good parts to him, though it was obvious that he liked to keep those hidden away as deeply as he could, so others wouldn't see them and think he was a better person than he really was -- he liked being the guy that no one expected much from. He liked being the fool and the slacker. It made his life easy for many different reasons.

"Guess I ge' goin' 'den, chere." Because with that percieved dismissal, along with her drink from that bottle, Remy knew it was probably time that he get going. This wasn't going to end well, for either of them, if it kept going the way it was.

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dont_f_withme
2009-07-30 07:36 pm UTC (link)

There was a sensation of relief when he said he thought he'd better go. That and a brief flutter of disappointment. Perhaps she sensed those things he hid in favor of being seen a certain way and wished she could bring them to the surface for herself. More likely though she wished he had the qualities she wanted, had told herself he possessed when he'd sent her heart fluttering down in the tunnels during those first few interludes with masks and night vision goggles. It was impossible to re-capture that now and part of her knew it. Still part of her was in denial.

No, it really wouldn't end well if it kept going the way it was. They'd end up hating each other and even though she was angry with him, frustrated and disappointed, she knew that all would pass. She didn't want to hate him or vice versa. It would all blow over and things could be less intense. Until she decided again that he had what she wanted.

With another shift of mood, because she did switch often even when she was lone, Jenny stepped closer to him and looked up at the tiara on his head. "Il semble bon sur vous, Princesse" she said, giving a good effort at imitating his voice and Cajun accent. It fell short of course because her voice was usually just a soft, melodic sound as opposed to his lower, masculine tone. She smiled and stood on tip-toe to peck a kiss to his lips. "Have a good day, M. LeBeau."

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ace_of_clubs
2009-07-30 07:52 pm UTC (link)

"Oui, il fait. Cela semble bon sur vous aussi, Beau." His smile turned up more when she kissed him and he stepped back and bowed elaborately, with swishing, gloved hands and a deep bend at his waist, combat boots settled oh-so-close to one another with the way his ankles had crossed, balancing more on one leg than the other.

But then he was straightening up, winking at her, tipping his tiara as if it were a cowboy hat, then the Cajun was turning in what he tried to make a jerking heel-turn, but it turned out more languid and lazy than anything else, as he made his way towards the door.

It was tugged open, and he turned to throw a kiss back her way, before he disappeared into the hall and allowed the door to click closed behind him.

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