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.]
[Voice]
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.]
[Voice]
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.
[Action]
Little bit more ta the right. We're splittin' off from the road.
[Action]
That better?
[Action]
But she doesn't make a single frustrated sound.
She just moves, quickly and quietly, down the path he needs to follow.]
Come on over here, Cajun.
[Her voice is all wry invitation. Try to hear it only in context, I dare you.]
[Action]
Well, since you asked so nice...
[Look who's on the right path now! Major accomplishment.]
[Action]
[She said dryly and waited for him to catch up.]
Just keep goin' straight.
[Action]
[He's pretty sure he knows which way he's going now just from memory, but it's still more entertaining to keep her here to help. So he lists off to one side for a second or two just to fake her out before correcting his path.]
[Action]
Those are some fairly drastic swerves for someone who handled the river bank so well.]
Lookin' a bit drunk there.
[Action]
[This is such a bluff it's ridiculous, but he's idly curious if he can push this much further without her getting sick of him.]
[Action]
Ya best get used ta it, fast. I ain't gonna stick 'round here forever.
[Action]
[Well, it was fun while it lasted, at least. Walking in a straight line now.]
[Action]
An' yet somehow, you're still walkin'.
[Action]
[He'd go so far as dramatic pained moans if he didn't have some lurking fear that she might still decide to drag him to the doctors.]
[Action]
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[Rogue, why do you make this so fun.]
[Action]
Try not ta trip on the first step up.
[Congratulations, they're at your apartment building.]
[Action]
After makin' it this far? You can feel free to laugh at me an' leave me here if I do.
[That said, he is carefully making sure he doesn't trip on that step.]
[Action]
[She reaches out and opens the door for them.]
[Action]
[Because seriously, he annoys them enough as it is. And while he doesn't mean to stop, he also is aware on some level that living near a dude who blows things up and has a pet tribble probably sucks.
Heading through that door now. Slowly.]
[Action]
[She waits with what might be surprising patience for him to find his way.]
[Action]
T'ink I got it from here, chere.
[Not that he doesn't appreciate her staying with him this far, but still. If Olivier is lurking somewhere and is hungry for socks, he can't blame her if she wants to get out of here.]
[Action]
Wait. Before ya go in there, tell me what layout looks like.
[Because if he goes in there, blind and cold, then... he'll just end up stumbling around. But if he can at least prime the pump, then she won't feel like a horrible person for just leaving him there.]
[Action]
Should be a sofa against the right wall. Not sure if it got put back, but last I saw the coffee table, it was knocked into the far wall. An' a shelf off to the left to the door here.
[And an upturned shoebox off in a corner that usually traps the tribble, but somehow he doubts that counts.]
[Action]
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[Yeah, he hasn't really done much with the apartment. He keeps hoping not sprucing it up will mean he goes home quicker.]
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