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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
2009-08-11 03:59 am UTC (link)

"Not like this," he snapped, stepping back off the platform and into the rain in a motion that was surprisingly graceful. Sure, the Doctor had amazing reflexes; but, when it came down to his own movements, they tended to be a bit more on the herky jerky side.

He was turning his back on the Cajun and walking with confident steps toward the bumper car pavilion again. "We can stand together if you can keep your hands to yourself." He remarked belatedly. You were really getting his goat tonight, Remy.

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ace_of_clubs
2009-08-11 04:05 am UTC (link)

Remy watched him go, heading across the way to the bumper car pavilion. It took a few seconds, but he was finally coming out from under the cover of the carousel again, stepping into the rain and following silently behind the Doctor, until he stepped under the bumper car roof. The Cajun came to a stop then, ten feet from the cover there, and he rolled his shoulders back, then shifted and stretched his back some. A hand lifted to push back through his hair, shaking loose some of the water, but the rain would just replace it soon enough.

He didn't, however, follow him under, he just watched as the other man headed for that bumper car, and pushed his gloved hands into soggy coat pockets. He looked like a drown cat standing there in the rain like that, in your coat, Doctor. But the little smile that played across his face was unmistakable.

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fromgallifrey
2009-08-11 12:29 pm UTC (link)

The Doctor bellied back up against the mutilated car; tugging at some wires. Frustration with the work at his fingertips was as good an excuse as any to shake his head, looking down into the mechanism. Remy hadn't followed. The Doctor had finally managed to get what he wanted. More tugs and pulls and sighs and the Doctor rocked back to sit on his heels again, letting his eyes fall closed.

Could you see his face from your vantage point, Cajun? From that rainy spot outside the pavilion? He was just so bloody angry right now; and unfortunately ripping apart the ride wasn't helping. You'd said things to Rose that made her so very, very upset. He'd seen her, Gambit. He'd watched as she fumed and coiled up and dodged his questions. He'd wrapped his arms around her shoulders - have any idea just how much he shouldn't be doing that,Cajun?

Reaching over he took up a towel, the oil on his hands being wiped at. He wanted to work, and couldn't because he was too busy thinking about you, Cajun and about Rose and about what you'd done to Rose. And what was his conclusion? It was all his own damned fault. He should have pushed you away sooner because if he had his whole world wouldn't be falling in on itself.

The Doctor: Destroyer of Worlds.

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ace_of_clubs
2009-08-11 02:44 pm UTC (link)

Oh, Doctor.. he could see. And he'd stand out there for quite a while, just watching the other man in his work, jerking and pulling at wires, using more force than necessary. Sighing and muttering and thinking. The mutant could see exactly what he'd done to you. He could see it very clearly. And he'd stand out there in the rain for long enough that if the Doctor didn't look back, he'd think that the Cajun had gone. It was a full twenty minutes later that the red-head finally came those ten paces forward, stepping under the pavilion, and taking those silent steps onto the slick silver surface of the bumper cars, to get to the Doctor in the center.

Once there, he waited a few seconds in silence, before he crouched down next to the other man, red eyes focused on the machine in front of them. "Can I help?" He asked more slowly, accent lingering, but not mangling every word.

The cat came back.

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fromgallifrey
2009-08-11 10:06 pm UTC (link)

He hadn't been paying close enough attention to Remy to realize that the Cajun had in fact shadowed him, coming up behind him. He saw the movement out of the corner of his eye and bristled a moment, blinking a few times as he realized that Remy had crouched down beside him.

Pushing back up onto his knees he pointed. "Squeeze those two tabs for me," when the Cajun did as he asked the Doctor carefully pulled out a small set of copper circuits that had once regulated the lights on the car. He set that bit aside. "Now, if you can just manage to grab that clamp..." The Doctor's finger tips hadn't been long enough. He craned his head a little, pointing to the once silver clamp that was holding a collection of wires into a distributor box. "See?" He asked quietly.

The proximity was alright now. They were working. He didn't feel like Remy was pushing back in. No, he was trying to be helpful. Trying to make amends. Though, the Doctor had never told him, Remy should certainly know that the Time Lord didn't give second chances - there was a time he didn't even give warnings. You were in a completely different place with the Gallifreyan now, Remy Lebeau; a tentative place. A place at arm's length. You were lucky you were that close at all.

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ace_of_clubs
2009-08-11 10:16 pm UTC (link)

He had moved to squeeze the tabs as told, shifting his body some to be a little more stable, wet knees hitting the ground near the bumper car. That done, he was snaking his arm in to stretch out his fingers and nab the clamp, only nodding wordlessly when the Doctor asked him if he saw. Yes, he saw. And with another shift and a roll of his shoulder back, he was bending his elbow and pulling the clamp out, then presenting it to the Doctor, though he kept red eyes trained down onto it, instead of lifting them to him.

However, as soon as the Doctor took it, Gambit was fluidly rising up to his feet and moving a few steps away, leaning over the small motor far enough that he could plant one gloved hand on the steering wheel and lean into it, back arching some, and he clenched his free hand (his right hand) into a fist, cracking a few knuckles as he did, then he extended out his pointer finger and pressed it down against the thick motor block. His eyes fell half lidded for a second, as if he was concentrating on something, and the block began to glow, just where his finger was, and he slowly drew that finger down, leaving what looked like molten metal in its wake, but the glow disappeared shortly after his finger left that area. He traced the line all the way down and under, then moved his hand away just as the two thick metal parts fell away, revealing all of the more delicate gadgets within.

Who needed all of those mechanic's tools when you had a Cajun? And who even knew he could do that. It took a lot more concentration and a lot more energy, but it was possible. So were a handful of other things he rarely ever did. But the Cajun was straightening up a moment later and setting gloved hands on wet hips. Now what?

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fromgallifrey
2009-08-11 10:25 pm UTC (link)

He smiled, taking the clamp and setting it into his pile of goodies. Each of them had a purpose already, it was glorious. He'd like to see Nine come up with a better pile of bits; more likely Nine would just show up with the biggest bits he could find and call those more important than the little ones. It was a matter of perspective, really.

The Cajun was moving about of his own accord and the Doctor silently watched, not quite sure what Remy was up to as he started that odd sort of tracing. Seeing the metal start to glow the Doctor wondered if he was just being spiteful and planning to blow the whole damned thing up. Though it was curious to see the more localized charge affecting the metal and eventually allowing the casing to be severed. The Doctor looked a bit like a kid in a candy store there.

"Thank you," he said quietly, pushing grimy hands into the bits and carefully plucking out the most important ones first, the ones that he knew he'd just the place for. He had quite a sizable collection now.

"I think that's enough," he said quietly, setting to the work of laying out everything he had. Pushing backward on the slick floor the Doctor settled his behind down onto the ground, tugging the towel that had his pile on it along with him. He started shifting those bits, organizing them, finding them all laid out as he planned to assemble them.

"Look at that, we've ourselves the modulation control center." He mused.

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ace_of_clubs
2009-08-11 10:37 pm UTC (link)

"Oui." The red-head replied simply, finally moving his hands off of his hips and crossing them over his wet chest, causing him to drip a bit more, enlarging that puddle he was standing in. But he was soon stepping out of it, red eyes focusing down on the puddle, then again onto the machine in front of them both. The smile was there, but the Doctor knew it for what it was, a mask. A cover-up. And after a few seconds, the Cajun was turning and heading away, over to where the controller would sit. There was still a stool there, though the seat certainly didn't look comfortable and the plastic was no longer shiny.

And that was where he settled down, perched there atop the stool, wet boots lifting to rest on the metal fence that separated the bumper car's gliding surface, from the metal platform where people would wait in line. And he was leaning over it, creating a few very small pops as he blew out screws, and he was opening up the casing there to take a look at the wiring underneath.

The Cajun had wished for rain. There was a very clear reason for it, though he hadn't told a soul, and had decided now that it was best not to talk to the Doctor either. He had fifteen empty buckets sitting around his barn, collecting up all the rain he could. He'd use it later, but certainly not for drinking, nor for bathing. He had another plan for it. But now he'd feel stupid telling the Doctor about it, or asking for his help. So he'd have to find someone else to help. Who, though, was the question.

Had you noticed the way he was avoiding looking at you, Doctor? Probably not, because you were avoiding looking at him, as well.

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fromgallifrey
2009-08-11 10:45 pm UTC (link)

"You should go get some dry clothes," the Doctor said quietly, noting the expanding puddle around black boots. Just because he hadn't looked you in the eye, Remy, didn't mean he wasn't watching you out of the corner of his eye. Seeing the way you fidgeted a little and didn't look him dead on, either. He was good at pretending to be busy, had saved his life far too many times.

The Doctor heard the pops but paid them little mind as he started tentatively fitting pieces together, thinking in his mind just how much wire he'd need to connect them all together. He needed copper, nothing else would do. He'd also need a something to solder with. Sure, he apparently had the human soldering iron on hand; but, the Doctor was a bit too stubborn to ask. No, he'd do fine with a nice little fire and a nail. It had worked before and it would work again.

The Doctor pushed up to his feet, leaning over to take up that dirty towel to try and wipe at his hands again before he sauntered over to the blue bumper car he'd decided to leave intact. He settled down into the seat, legs splaying over the hood as he absent mindedly looked out at the rainy day beyond the awning. From his spot he could see the ferris wheel, his police box sign, and Remy and he didn't even need to move a muscle.

"You hear that?" He spoke up a little more loudly this time.

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ace_of_clubs
2009-08-11 10:54 pm UTC (link)

He could see the Doctor walking towards that other bumper car easily enough, without even looking up, without raising his eyes. He saw you, Time Lord. And he saw you not looking at him. And he hated it. It made his stomach twist. He hated that feeling. Red eyes slid closed briefly, and he only opened them when the Doctor asked if he heard him. This time, he looked up, but not over. Instead, he watched the dismantled yellow car, there in the middle of the sea of silver. "Oui." Another simple answer. He'd heard you, Doctor. And he remained still for a few more long seconds, before sliding his feet onto the ground and his butt off of the stool.

He passed through the small gate leading into the operator's area, then he hopped over the railing, so that he wouldn't have to walk back across that slick silver surface. Would you look at that? He was listening to you, Doctor. Or, at least, he looked like he was. Because he was walking along the outside of the oval bumper car pavilion, so he could get back around to the front. Closer to the road.

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fromgallifrey
2009-08-11 11:17 pm UTC (link)

So, they were both avoiding each other. Both avoiding the fight and the struggle. Could anyone really blame them? Because it took a lot more energy to argue and to make each other suffer. It took a hell of a lot more force to make up lies and stick to them. Perhaps that's why the Doctor loathed lying so much.

His head rolled back, and the Doctor found himself wishing he had something other than a child's height headrest behind him. He'd picked the wrong side of the car to sit on. Though, he didn't make any motion to shift, no he just pulled his face up again in enough time to see the Cajun headed down the queue and closer to the road.

The Doctor knew better than to think the Cajun would actually leave so quietly when things actually felt like maybe, maybe they could be tolerable for a moment or two. Though, for the moment, the Time Lord thought maybe he could breathe, just a little bit.

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ace_of_clubs
2009-08-11 11:52 pm UTC (link)

Looked like the Cajun still had a few surprises up his sleeve, eh, Doctor? Because he was finally pushing his hands into the pocket of your coat, nice and deep, and he made it all the way to the road, then stopped there in the rain and stood silently for a long moment. Then he turned, and looked back towards the bumper cars. Oh, there he was-- he was going to turn around and.. no. His body twisted and he continued out onto the road, then down it, through the rain.

There you go, Time Lord. The second time the Cajun had walked away from you. Still enjoying it?

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fromgallifrey
2009-08-12 12:00 am UTC (link)

"Right," the Doctor said quietly, watching as Remy crossed out into the street with a glance backward. Not even a smile? Well, that wasn't quite his Cajun, was it? The Doctor drummed on his kneecap, suddenly and unexpectedly alone in the contours of his bumper car. Quite alone. Got what you wanted, did you?

The Doctor squished down into the seat, pulling out his journal, peeking at the entries there. It was quiet today, too quiet. Perhaps people had gone to meet the people in charge? The Doctor had no intention of doing that. No, he was going to stay in his carnival and work on his modulator. He was going to stay there, quite alone and enjoy the quiet.

And ignore how much he hated when his companions walked away.

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