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Remy LeBeau (ace_of_clubs) wrote in vas_captio_rpg,
@ 2009-08-10 10:22:00

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!complete, day 18, location: carnival, remy lebeau, the doctor (ten)

Who: Remy LeBeau & The (Tenth) Doctor
Where: The Carnival
When: Day 18: 1:15PM
What: Remy's looking for his lost Doctor
Rating: R. Oh yes. R.
Status: Complete

Remy's morning had been, well.. bad. He'd found two new arrivals, then he'd found Rose.. then the Doctor, who hadn't even shown any cares that he was alive and well. And then he'd returned that survey to the Management and headed right for the carnival-- since he had looked everywhere else for the Doctor between their argument and turning in the survey. There was only one place left to go, and the Cajun was headed right for those bumper cars inside the carnival, soaking wet and pleased about it, he moved through the metal gate surrounding the giant death trap that was the fun fair, and heading back through the twisted metal to the covered enclosure that housed the bumper cars.

It only took a moment for him to climb up and over, silent feet moving across the slippery surface and leaving wet shoe-prints in his wake, before he came to a stop near that bumper car and the Doctor kneeling next to it. But he didn't say anything. Not yet.

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fromgallifrey
2009-08-10 02:43 pm UTC (link)

Well, the Doctor had managed a happy fun-times morning himself. He'd had that moment with Remy before; then he'd run into Rose, and now he was tearing into a bumper car. The Doctor, wrapped up in jeans and a sweatshirt was elbow deep in bumper car bits. When he pulled his arm out he had oil running in a streak up his forearm. He was working on some very important business here.

So, when he heard the clang of the ride's gate and listened for the footsteps that followed he was sort of surprised when he'd heard none. Only one person he knew was that masterful at moving so silently.

"Not interested." He said, not even looking up. Oh, look a gasket. He loved gaskets.

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ace_of_clubs
2009-08-10 02:48 pm UTC (link)

"Well I am." He declared plainly, moving forward to sit down in the bumper car that the other man was working on, one leg stretching out along it as he put that wet boot directly in the other man's way. But he wasn't being playful this time. There was nothing playful about the way he was moving, or the tone of his voice. Even the look on his face. You'd wanted him to show you he wasn't just a child, Doctor? Well here you go, have a serious Cajun.

"We gonna talk, you an' me. An' we gonna do it wit'ou' figh'in', or yellin', or sayin' mean t'in's t' one anot'er." Yeah, like that was going to work out well, Gambit. If the Doctor wasn't saying nice things to you, he was saying awful, horrible things. But he was hoping. It was worth a shot.

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fromgallifrey
2009-08-10 03:15 pm UTC (link)

He heard that voice, fighting. It was always a fight, wasn't it. Well, the Doctor made up his mind right there he wasn't going to feed into it. He wasn't going to let Remy LeBeau goad him into another argument. Nope. Sorry, Cajun. You're not going to see this Time Lord all angry at you again. No, water off a duck's back.

The Cajun sat down, kicking up that boot which John Smith conveniently worked around, He pushed himself up a bit higher and worked over that damned leg like it was part of the car. You weren't going to be getting to him; he was going to get this bit out and that would be that.

"Noting to talk about, Remy."

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ace_of_clubs
2009-08-10 03:24 pm UTC (link)

"Plen'y t' talk 'bou', mon ami. We frien's, an' frien's always go' somet'in' t' talk 'bou'." He was watching the Doctor as he tinkered with the bumper car, working around his leg like that. "So, here's wha' I t'ink. We gonna work 'dis ou', wha'ever 'dis is, an' we gonna bot' be happy wit' wha' we go'. You gonna ge' me, an' I'm gonna ge' you. 'Cause your whole face ligh' up when you wit' me. You dance' wit' me. You shown me I can' hur' you. An' I know I hur' you, know I done some stupi' t'in's, I ain' perfec'. Know I sai' some t'in's t' you 'dat wasn' so nice, an I 'pologize. Was my faul'. Know I been goin' 'bou' some o' 'dis real wron'. Bu' ain' gonna no more. 'Leas', I'm gonna try." He stretched out some, long and languid, crossing his other leg up and over the first, to try and be as in the way as possible.

"Sometime people do t'in's 'dat 'dey t'ink's bes'. 'Dey t'ink 'dey helpin' ot'er people by sufferin' 'demselves. 'Das you, Docteur. An' I know y' like hur'in' y'self, an' I know y' go' in 'de habi' o' tryin' t' hur' me. But I'm jus' lettin' y' know, I'm gonna make sure you gonna ge' wha' you nee', an' wha' you 'serve. W'et'er you t'ink you 'serve 'dem or no'." Well. Looked like there was something to talk about, eh, Doctor?

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fromgallifrey
2009-08-10 03:30 pm UTC (link)

No, there wasn't anything to talk about. He listened as the Cajun said they were going to work this out - whatever it was 'this' was. Then he said they were both going to be happy when they left; except, both of them couldn't possibly be happy with whatever they worked out. And then came that apology. An apology the Doctor didn't feel he was ower - an apology that Rose was owed.

Then Remy crossed his legs and the Doctor had no choice but to rock backward, sitting on his heels and crossing his arms. Those hands of his were absoultely coated in rotting motor oil, apparently, he'd done some damage to that bumper car in the time he'd been working on it.

Remy spoke again and the Doctor locked eyes with him, his look nothing short of 'you're wrong.' He didn't need to say anything, because when it came down to it, the Doctor knew he was right. He knew he didn't have to let the Cajun take care of him; and he didn't need to take care of the Cajun. That was simple, no assembly required.

"Finished?"

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ace_of_clubs
2009-08-10 03:37 pm UTC (link)

"Be' sometimes you wishe' I was her." The Cajun continued with that same smile. "Bu' I ain' her. M' me. An' I ain' finishe'. I tol' you, Docteur, you ain' gonna leave me an' we gonna be happy. An' you silly if you t'ink m' gonna le' you take 'way 'de t'in' makes me smile. Ain' gonna le' you, 'cause you feel like you gotta suffer t' be able t' save us. Or 'cause you don' 'serve i'. Or 'cause you gotta be 'lone, 'cause ain' no one gonna live lon' as you. You ain' go' no good reasons no' t' be wit' me, Docteur. Bu' I go' plen'y o' good reasons t' be with you." You'd picked yourself a stubborn one, hadn't you, Time Lord? Even rocks got worn down over time by water. And hadn't that been what you'd said you were? A rock?

Dangerous thing to aspire to be, Time Lord. You should know better than anyone, that rocks were only study and sound for a short while. Time could tear them down.