Remy LeBeau (Gambit) (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
kineticcajun) wrote2012-05-06 12:18 am
kineticcajun) wrote2012-05-06 12:18 am
7th Card Dealt [Action/Voice]
[Just as the afternoon is winding down today, Gambit is waking up. In the middle of the woods. With the damned journal right next to him. Only as far as he can tell, it's the middle of the night, which is weird, because he can't hear any crickets or anything. But it's pitch dark out, in any case.
Which is also weird, because he should be able to see just fine in the dark, but that's another matter entirely.
He spends a while feeling around in the dark, trying to figure out a sense of direction (moss grows on the north side of trees, right?) before he ultimately figures, screw it, the enclosure is only so big, walking far enough in one direction will eventually lead him somewhere. The sooner he can find his way back to his apartment, the better. Everything hurts, up to and including his pride, but being stuck with nothing but a bunch of lunatic scientists for a couple weeks did little for his comfort levels in this place.
A couple hours and several bumps into trees later, he admits defeat. Whatever direction he's walking in (south...?), he's not getting anywhere except into more tree trunks. He's lost. And the fact that he can't see a damned thing is creeping up into a growing sense of panic. But now isn't the time to freak out. He can ride through this. He's been through worse.
But just this once, he's going to have to eat his big LeBeau Sense of Pride. Out comes the journal.]
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Alright, alright. Y'all didn't move the village in the las' couple weeks, did you? Don't seem like it's where I left it.
Which is also weird, because he should be able to see just fine in the dark, but that's another matter entirely.
He spends a while feeling around in the dark, trying to figure out a sense of direction (moss grows on the north side of trees, right?) before he ultimately figures, screw it, the enclosure is only so big, walking far enough in one direction will eventually lead him somewhere. The sooner he can find his way back to his apartment, the better. Everything hurts, up to and including his pride, but being stuck with nothing but a bunch of lunatic scientists for a couple weeks did little for his comfort levels in this place.
A couple hours and several bumps into trees later, he admits defeat. Whatever direction he's walking in (south...?), he's not getting anywhere except into more tree trunks. He's lost. And the fact that he can't see a damned thing is creeping up into a growing sense of panic. But now isn't the time to freak out. He can ride through this. He's been through worse.
But just this once, he's going to have to eat his big LeBeau Sense of Pride. Out comes the journal.]
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Alright, alright. Y'all didn't move the village in the las' couple weeks, did you? Don't seem like it's where I left it.
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[A wry little chuckle.]
M'name's Mac, by the way... you can try callin' out if y'think y'hear somebody walkin' around. M'hopin' this works out.
[The least he can do is attempt to be helpful when so many in Luceti have shown him nothing but kindness.]
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Name's Gambit. I'll be the guy wit' the red an' black eyes.
[As far as he's noticed, he's the only one here with black eyeballs.]
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[Setting aside the fact that sounds both cool and mildly creepy, he adds:]
...Guess I'd have t'be standin' pretty close. What colour's y'shirt?
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...Dark blue, prob'ly.
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Yeeeah, he won't question that 'probably'.]
Awright. Steppin' out now... ain't sure how long it'll be or if I find ya, but m'gonna give it m'best shot.
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'preciate it, mon ami.
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And so he calls back.
Still snarky, though.]
Ain't you s'posed to be yellin' "Marco" so I can say "Polo"?
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Hey, man, he's eighteen now and totally a grown man, amirite?His head snaps in the direction of the response, his pace quickening as he notes the blue shirt. Grass rustles underfoot.]Hey - - there you are! Hope y'wasn't waitin' long. [Drawing nearer, he notes the man's unusual eyes with a look of wonder.] Whoa... y'wasn't kiddin'...
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Yep. The shirt really is dark blue. Wasn't kiddin'.
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So, uh... where'djya wanna go again? Wait... howdjya even get here if y'don' know how t'get back? [A thoughtful pause, his brows knitting in sympathy.] Is it a Malnosso thing?
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It's a Malnosso t'ing. Trust me. Jus' tryin' to get back to the community housin', building 1.
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...Can y'see me?
[Perhaps it's a little rude of him to ask, but he only realizes this afterwards. Welp. He doesn't wave his hand in front of Gambit's face, however - thankfully, it crosses his mind not to try.]
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Non. Hate to wreck the pink hoodie idea. Prob'ly woulda made you good an' visible otherwise.
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[He places his hands on his hips contemplatively.]
I can take y'there no prob'm, but... [Glancing upwards, he presses on:] ... d'ya need me t'help ya, or are y'okay? [An easy, one-shouldered shrug.] I don' mind.
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[Yeah, he's way too stubborn. Good luck, Mac.]
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[He'll walk at a leisurely albeit purposeful pace with his hands stuffed into his pockets, glancing back often and making sure not to wander off too far.
Keeping close like a loyal dog, this one.]Been 'round here long?
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If you mean since I ended up in Luceti, it's closin' in on a year now. Time flies, non?
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Geez... Yo, be careful; almost tripped over somethin'.
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It's a glorious trip.
And he'll probably end up crashing right into Mac despite his efforts to correct his footing.]
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