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Tweak says, "Where's my bunny?"

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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ace_of_clubs
2009-08-12 12:29 am UTC (link)

"'Den why you ask?" He prompted in return, lifting his chin some, and his eyes by proxy, when the Doctor stood and came toe-to-toe with him. But those red eyes only focused on the Doctor's drying shirt. "Wha' you ea' las' nigh'? An' 'de mornin'? Not'in." He answered for him, not waiting for a proper answer from the Time Lord in front of him. "Ain' gonna do no one no good you don' ea' proper." He'd seen the Sally Struthers ads, he knew what malnutrition did to those children in Ethiopia, it could happen to you, too, Doctor.

"An' ain' ac'in' like you did somet'in' t' me." His arms came up and they crossed over his chest in a surprisingly defensive posture, but they stayed for only a second before he realized he'd done it, and his arms dropped back to his sides. "'Dis is wha' guil' looks like. Know mus' be kin'a har' f' you t' pick ou', seein' as how you ain' go' none." Now, they both knew that to be a lie, but he'd said it anyway. And he was rolling his shoulders back a second later, before opening his mouth to apologize. "Je suis désolé, didn' mean 'dat."

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fromgallifrey
2009-08-12 12:35 am UTC (link)

"Because it was less a question of what it is as to why you've brought it here." His tone was sharp because he felt that way. He felt like he should cut Remy LeBeau to bits even though he was pretty sure the Cajun had done enough of that to himself. "I don't need your care taking," he said, looking away a moment before making move to walk away, rolling his eyes.

Though, the Cajun's next words stopped him. "Oh, that's right, always saying things you don't mean. Running that mouth. Just talking out loud." The Doctor prattled on, rubber soles squeaking a little on the metal flooring. He was walking away from you this time, Cajun because you'd pushed a button yet again. Entire species were wishing they could spend an hour with you just to figure out how you managed under the Doctor's skin so effectively.

"You already apologized. I accepted it. Move on."

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ace_of_clubs
2009-08-12 12:45 am UTC (link)

"You know, sometime I really wanna ha'e you, Doct'r." The Cajun stayed where he was, though it took a lot of force to remain there, to force his feel to remain planted in that one spot. Oh, it was so hard to do. Take a breath, Cajun.

"An' so wha' if I say dumb t'in's sometime? People ain' allowe' t' make mis'akes? Or jus' me ain' allowe' t' make mis'akes? Why you gotta trea' me so much harsher 'den you trea' everyone else? Ot'er people make mis'akes an' you jus' brush i' off, an' you go 'lon' y' way. An' I say somet'in' an' you.." But once again, he was censoring himself and breathing in slowly through his nose. "You jus' trea' me like.." Again, he wouldn't finish, and those red eyes had focused onto the ruined bumper car again. Shut up, Remy LeBeau. You sounded like an idiot. And he didn't give a damn what you were talking about, or that he'd made you actually feel that hurt, though you hadn't showed it. In fact, he was probably quite glad to hear it. So now you were just putting fuel on the fire, he knew he could do it again, because he knew it hurt. He knew he won those rounds, even when you made it seem like he hadn't.

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fromgallifrey
2009-08-12 12:52 am UTC (link)

Contrary to what the Cajun thought, the Doctor didn't commonly go around sticking little pins in people and twirling them around for fun. He certainly tried not to do so in an emotional manner, either.

Still he was all the way to the gate when the Cajun started talking again, those cut off sentences. "The only time you say you're 'running your mouth' is when you're hiding from something. The only time you say you're just 'thinking out loud' is when you're worried what someone thinks of it. And I've gathered from all that when you say 'I didn't mean that'? Well, I'm thinking you did mean that, and you didn't want me to think so." He turned around, leaning back against the slatted metal.

"So, you meant that I don't have any guilt. That's fine. I don't feel at all horrible for leading you on. I also don't feel bad about that innocent girl that you ripped apart earlier today. I could care less that my friends think they can't trust me because they think I'm compromised. Oh, and that whole bit about not being able to get us all off this stinking rock? Doesn't matter one lick." He paused a beat. "Because, you know, I'm just running my mouth."

Smirk.

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ace_of_clubs
2009-08-12 01:01 am UTC (link)

"Sometime when I'm angry I say t'in's I don' mean." He insisted again, shaking his head some and taking a quick glance at the Doctor, but then he looked back down at the wet Chucks. "When I say I didn' mean somet'in', i's true." But he wasn't going to deny the others. Because 'running off at the mouth' was when he wanted people to think he'd just been joking, when he wanted to hide from something he'd said. And 'thinking out loud' was exactly that, when he was worried someone-- no, not someone-- when he was worried what the Doctor would think about it. "Know you feel guil', everyone does. Know you go' lo' of i'." He shrugged his shoulders up then, rolling them back in the same smooth motion.

"Was gonna go an' see Rose t'day. 'Pologize." But he had no idea why the Doctor's friends wouldn't trust him. So he wasn't going to touch base on that. "'Dey gonna keep us here lon' as 'dey wan'. You smar', Doct'r. You 'de smar'es' person I know, an' you.." No, he'd stop right there. It was better for both of them if he did. Definitely better for Remy.

"Anyone gonna ge' us outta here, gonna be you an' 'dat ot'er you. Jus' gonna take more 'den one person t' do i'. Y' can' do everyt'in' on y' own." His voice had become softer during that last section, lowering in the space between them.

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fromgallifrey
2009-08-12 01:12 am UTC (link)

The Doctor' wasn't staring you down, Remy, if you'd bother to look up you'd see that. Because although he was smirking he was trying to forgive and let go. He was trying to get back to being your friend again. So, give him a little credit here as he tries to stop poking at you with every other word and stop giving him fuel to throw back on top that diminishing flame, could you?

"You should," he replied to the notion of an apology. "She was quite hurt." The Doctor had pieced together why - because she had said to him once, when he'd asked her how long she was going to stay with him forever. She'd meant it, too. Just like all his companions did. They all thought they could stay in that blue box. Part of him had fooled himself into thinking that she could, too. However, hearing what Remy had told her? It just negated that hope that she'd be with the Doctor until the end of time - if such a thing really existed.

So, maybe that look he'd seen on Rose's face was why the Doctor was holding his space between he and Remy - not so much for his own sake; but because it was hard enough seeing Rose crumble like that if the Cajun was coupled in there, too? well, his heart might just break. Though, that was what you signed up for aligning with the Doctor - one day you'd be gone and there'd be someone else in your spot. Not a replacement, just someone new.

"I hope so," he relented to that last bit, hopping up to balance himself on the edge of that rail, feet kicking a little as he steadied himself there.

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ace_of_clubs
2009-08-12 01:30 am UTC (link)

"Gonna." He promised again, about apologizing to Rose. He lifted a gloved hand then, to take the tiara off his head and waggle it some. "Go' 'one for her day 'fore yes'erday. Bu' when Remy woke up in 'de fores', wasn' 'dere. Ha' t' go ge' anot'er." That brought a smile to his face and he waggled it some, eyes lighting up at the way it sparkled, but then he was putting it back on his head in short order, without any flair.

"T'ink we all hope so. Bu' ain' no one gonna blame you if you don', 'cause none us doin' anyt'in' t' help ge' us outta here." Even as he said that, he looked down at his wet shoes, then up again, finally focusing on the Doctor's face. And his smile widened out, but careful. It wasn't real. "Been collec'in' up wa'er, durin' 'dis rain. Wen' back an' change 'de bucke's." He felt stupid, and he waffled a little on whether or not he wanted to tell the Doctor, and ultimately, he decided the worst that could happen was that the Doctor would laugh at him. "Gonna use 'de woo' an nails in 'de barn, an' gonna make a.." He made a wheel sort of gesture, a circle with his hand. "A t'in' goes 'roun' wit' water. We gonna be stuck here, we gonna live comfor'able, non? Make some 'lec'rici'y." Electricity, yes. "Maybe fin' some flowers, some leaves smell goo', make some soap. Use some 'dis me'al, ben' i' up, make a scrubbin' boar'." Surprised, Doctor? The Cajun lived in a very backwater place for a very long time. That was how they washed their clothes, with a washing board. "Help morale some t' be clean, non?" At least, that was what he gathered from the surveys.

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fromgallifrey
2009-08-12 01:39 am UTC (link)

Had the Cajun just referred to himself in the third person? That made the Doctor cant his head a little. Then the waggle of the tiara? Well, that was more of a head tilter. He couldn't pretend to understand you, Cajun. No, he just smile and nod on that one.

The Doctor looked away when Remy said they wouldn't blame him if he didn't. The Doctor knew he would blame himself. He would completely blame himself. He would beat himself up in none to subtle ways and then he would go back to work again on another project if this one failed. The project wouldn't be a contraption to wash their clothes, either.

"I'm sure it would help," the Doctor's smile there was genuine. He knew that others, like him, had clung to the clothes they'd arrived in like a safety blanket; it would mean something to have the ability to wash them and continue to wear them. It'd keep everyone reminded of home. Or, at least the Doctor thought. "I think it's brilliant."

The Doctor continued to kick at air as he thought about just how much water it would take to run something like that. Shrugging he pushed it away watching as his shoes just went back and forth, an occasional trickle of rainwater finding the bare skin of his neck.

"Everyone will appreciate that..." He said quietly, his feet stilling.

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ace_of_clubs
2009-08-12 01:50 am UTC (link)

Yes, he had just referred to himself in the third person. Strange, wasn't it? The disassociate behavior. The name he'd used. Strange Cajun indeed. Don't think too hard about it, Doctor, you wouldn't like the conclusion you came to. The tiara was left atop his head carelessly. He liked shiny things, so did women. Right? Sure.

"Oui." He agreed with a short laugh. But he really had no interest in telling anyone else what he was planning on doing. He could make the washing board, figure out something to use as soap, and leave a few buckets of water out. People could wash their clothes themselves and be happy never knowing who had left it out there for them to use. Remy certainly didn't want anyone knowing that he'd done it. Not a hero, remember? Not a good guy. He didn't want to be associated that way. The Doctor knew that by now.

"Jus' don' men'ion i' t' anyone, d'accord? Don' wan' anyone knowin'." He didn't want anyone knowing he cared about anything but himself. So keep a lid on it, Time Lord.

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fromgallifrey
2009-08-12 01:59 am UTC (link)

The Doctor didn't think too hard into it. No, he knew there wasn't anything he could do in good conscience about it. He could walk up apologize, say he'd been a fool and try to will things back to how they had been - but that wouldn't be good for anyone involved.

"I'm sorry I hurt you, Remy," the Doctor said quietly out of the blue. It was the only thing he could hope to do for the Cajun. So, he looked up and tried to catch those mis-colored eyes. Because, really, this bit was important. All that other rubbish? Not so much. The apology mattered whether the Cajun accepted it or not because the Cajun had been there for him when others couldn't be. He'd reined him back in when others feared to tread. He'd been sweet and loyal - and in the end the Doctor knew he was just trying to do the right thing - or at least what he thought was the right thing.

So, the Doctor pushed off that railing and closed the gap between he and Remy. He was past anger at this point. He knew you'd try and make peace with Rose. So, it was time for forgiveness. Time to try and prop you back up where you had been, Cajun.

The Doctor didn't say he'd keep the philanthropic bit a secret, though. He'd already got into enough trouble omitting things. Hand reached up to squeeze the Cajun's bicep, just a trailing gesture of apology as he went by and back to his blue bumper car, settling back in. The Doctor, of all people, was feeling lazy.

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ace_of_clubs
2009-08-12 02:21 am UTC (link)

"M' sorry I hur' you, too." The Cajun repeated, shifting where he stood as he watched the Doctor stand up and move to close the gap. It took a bit of effort to not back away and keep a little space between them. Instead, he just smiled when that hand came to clasp onto his bicep and give a squeeze. But then he was walking away, and the red-head watched as he climbed into the bumper car and sat back down.

It took a few seconds, but he was wandering slowly after him, and once he reached the blue bumper car, he was turning to take off the wet coat and drape it over a near by car, before he turned and stepped into the blue car, and sat down next to him. Sorry, Doctor, he was wet and you were mostly dry, and they were close enough that they touched. So that meant the Time Lord would get a little wet once again.

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fromgallifrey
2009-08-12 02:26 am UTC (link)

The Doctor had nodded, he knew.

"You're going to get sick, you know," the Doctor said, shifting a little to try and spare his sweatshirt the water that clung to the Cajun's clothes. You'd think the red head had been in a storm more severe than what was actually happening. More likely just the amount of time he'd spent in the rain had soaked him through.

"Why're you wasting your time here, anyway? Don't you have some laundry business to take care of?" First part was genuine, second part a tease. He was letting that guard down a little again; because really, he'd had a rough go of it and he was tired. Tired and lazy. An uncommon feeling for this Time Lord.

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ace_of_clubs
2009-08-12 02:37 am UTC (link)

He'd been standing in the rain since seven that morning, save the time he had spoken with the management, and the time he'd spent here with the Doctor. Even when he'd talked with Rose, he'd been out in the rain. He liked rain. He liked water. He just couldn't swim. Such a contradiction, this red-head. Just like you, Doctor.

"Nah, jus' uh lil' wa'er." You were right, Doctor, he was going to get sick, and he was going to be miserable for a day or two. And you could tell him 'I told you so' while he whined and sneezed and griped about how bad he felt.

"Ain' was'in' my time. Like talkin' wit' you." But don't think he hadn't noticed that you'd scooted away. And he scooted to the side, also, so as not to be touching the older man. Days earlier, he might have been more playful about it. Not today. Careful, Doctor, you kept throwing water on the fire that was the Cajun, and you just might put him out. Then again.. maybe not. "Gonna ge' t' business tonigh', don' wan' no one comin' lon' an' seein' wha' I'm doin'." Besides, he hadn't been sleeping well since you'd left his bed, Doctor.

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fromgallifrey
2009-08-12 02:50 am UTC (link)

The Doctor's lips turned in a subtle smile. He liked talking with the Cajun, too. Though, he didn't really need to say as much. Instead he observed the Cajun slipping away into his side of the car, almost respecting that boundary. Again, he'd managed to get what he wanted. So, why wasn't he happy about it?

"I don't think anyone would think less of you for it, Remy," he said in reference to the laundry business under cover of darkness.

The Doctor shifted again, moving to stretch, his hand coming down to rest on the Cajun's between them. There was a twitch, a hesitation as he thought he might yank it away. Instead it stayed there, palm to the back of the Cajun's gloved hand. It wasn't a heavy touch nor a squeezing one; no it was just a subtle weight of hand on hand.

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ace_of_clubs
2009-08-12 02:59 am UTC (link)

"Know 'dey won' t'ink less o' me." The red-head assured to the older man sitting beside him, shoulders rolling back-- a loud pop coming from one, which caused a look of pain to race across the Cajun's face, mouth opening wide to make an 'O', before a slow, 'Ow!' was issued, and he lifted the hand furthest from the Doctor to rub at said shoulder. That had hurt. He hated when that happened.

But then the Time Lord's hand was coming down atop his. See? You got what you wanted, Doctor. And now you were going to ruin it with a single touch. You've got no one to blame but yourself. Remy's muscles tensed up a little, but they relaxed in the same instant, and he turned his head to the side to glance briefly at the alien before looking down at their hands.. and he slowly turned his, palm up, so he could lace his fingers with the Doctor's, gripping gently before he looked towards the Ferris wheel.

"Nex' time I'm bore'? Gonna climb 'dat." It was conversationally said. "Sure I can see 'de whole place from 'de top. Maybe 'dere some buil'in's we ain' foun' yet. Maybe somet'in' you can only see from 'de air. Wor't a look, non?"

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fromgallifrey
2009-08-12 03:05 am UTC (link)

The Doctor couldn't help but jump a little to that pop and subsequent 'ow,' looking the Cajun over with concern. "Same one you dislocated?" Remember how he'd popped that back in for you without so much as a warning. That thought sort of made the Doctor smile because it was the one time he'd been able to really help the Cajun without being asked.

That hand turned and fingers laced with his own. It was a simultaneously thrilling and complicated gesture leaving the Time Lord to just hold on, too. Friendship intact.

"You can't climb the Ferris Wheel, Remy," the Time Lord laughed. "The whole thing's liable to fall over with a gentle breeze, remember what that earthquake did to it? Sent it rolling into the petrol station..." The Doctor smiled, shaking his head.

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ace_of_clubs
2009-08-12 03:11 am UTC (link)

"Oui." But even as he answered, he was sliding narrowed red eyes in the Doctor's direction. He remembered that set of helping hands, Doctor. "An' don' touch me." Funny, how he was saying that even as he laced their fingers together. His free hand lowered away again. Friendship intact.

"Hope you ain' sayin' I'm fa', Doct'r, ain' gonna knock i' over.. don' weigh 'dat much. An' I cer'ainly ain' uh ear't quake. Don' t'ink I can do 'dat much damage.." Right? He turned his head then to eye the Ferris wheel again, before scrunching his nose up just a little. He liked a challenge. "I climb 'de ot'er si'e, 'den. 'De t'in' fall over, ain' gonna fall on anyt'in'. Jus' fall into 'de woods." There, that was a perfect plan, right? Maybe he'd make those washing boards first, in case he climbed up there and the Ferris wheel fell on, well, him.

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fromgallifrey
2009-08-12 03:15 am UTC (link)

The Doctor smirked. "I did a good job fixing it last time," his words laced with humor. He had, too.

"Rotund. Absolutely obese. So large that you'd knock over a perfectly good Ferris Wheel if you climbed it."

Remy started talking about climbing the other side. "Won't matter, you're too big. You'll knock it down. Physics are not on your side here." Look at that, easy banter. It'd only taken a few hours and some very hurtful words. Words that still hung around between them if you squinted.

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ace_of_clubs
2009-08-12 03:21 am UTC (link)

"Hey, I t'ink I'm star'in' t' starve t' deat'." He spoke up with a grin. It was a joke.. but it was also completely serious. The well-built Cajun had found protruding ribs where he'd had none two weeks earlier, and while he was used to the pain of hunger in his stomach, it was worse in this place, because he'd always been able to find something while out on the street. There was just nothing here. Nothing at all. And it was painful to think about. But it didn't mean he couldn't joke about it.

"Maybe I sen' your ass up 'dere. You only 'bou' eigh'y poun's soakin' we'. G'wan up 'dere an' see wha' you can see, le' us ot'er folk down here know." Yes, easy banter, light joking, and a smile on the red-head's face. But a lot had changed between them. Things wouldn't ever go back to the way they had been before, but that wasn't necessarily a bad thing. Remy had puzzled out the way he felt now, and if he was going to go back in, he was going to go back in head first. It'd be all or nothing. He just had to bide his time and find the right opening.

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fromgallifrey
2009-08-12 03:41 am UTC (link)

"Oh, that's right, wasting away before my very eyes," the Doctor couldn't help but roll those same eyes up toward the blue sign in the rafters. He was relaxing again, beneath that blue sign with his friend beside him. Sure, all wasn't right with the world; but, things were pretty good.

Things couldn't go back to as they'd been before because the Doctor had his mind made up. Even though he walked a very fine line in this moment with his hand linked up to the Cajun's; he knew he couldn't let it go back to the land of constant hurt and ache. He'd hurt Gambit more than he'd made him smile - and that was just cruel.

"Want to split that?" He asked unhooking his hand as he leaned forward to pull the pouch off the hood of the bumper car. "Could be roast beef... or chicken.. or a burrito..." Didn't those all sound just so tempting, Gambit?

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