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

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!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
2009-07-30 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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