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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 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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