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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
2009-07-30 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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