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Post by Jubilee on Jan 12, 2009 7:18:55 GMT -4
Sometimes this whole thing was hard to accept. Remy. Magneto. Acolytes. A home. Somewhere to sleep. Something like family. Food. Not like it was all free, she had to train. Trained hard, with Remy. He didn't let her pretend like she was good, he made her work to get better. Although now she was pretty freaking glad she'd done gymnastics. It made some things easier.
It felt so good to just...relax, she guessed. Jubilee wasn't sure how much she trusted this, it felt like a soap bubble in her hands. So fragile. Magneto had this whole mission plan, a strategy, an ideal. And she liked her place in that plan, how much she was worth something in his eyes. That being a mutant made her better then everyone else.
Now, sitting with her head against Remy's shoulder, she wondered how the scent of cigarettes and leather had become home. He'd saved her. And more then just that, he'd become her friend. Jubilee was hanging onto it with her two greedy little hands because she couldnt bear to let it go. She missed having friends. Remy made a good one, like the cool older brother she'd never had. And wouldn't have had him anyway, considering he was white, and Cajun.
Going to meet his family was way up there on the list of scariest things she'd ever done, the dimunitive girl decided. What if they didn't like her? What if that made Remy...not like her? Her stomach did this weird little flipflop and she adjusted her shades. Yawned, stretched and poked Remy in the side so she could ignore that thought.
"Are we theeeere yettt?" she whined at him, obnoxosity level turning up to eight. Not eleven yet, bu she could work at it.
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Post by Gambit on Jan 19, 2009 10:21:50 GMT -4
Sitting in the back of the taxicab, Remy LeBeau watched the familiar sites go by with an expressionless mask. It had been several years since he’d seen the sites of New Orleans, but it was all engrained in his mind as if it had been only yesterday.
Most of these years had been spent in Magneto’s service, and he had worked hard to become highly respected by the man he had come to admire. Part of him truly believed in the man’s dream, but there was always this nagging part that he could not ignore, the part that still loved his family, his human family.
Then Jubilee had come along, and the hardened shell he’d built around himself had weakened. She had lost everything, and if not for him she would have lost her own life. In a short time she had wormed her way into his heart, and he had grown very protective of her. She reminded him of youth, innocence and family, so when the chance had arisen, he hadn’t hesitated in returning home for a visit, and taking Jubilee with him.
Jumping slightly at the sharp poke to the ribs, Remy rubbed at his side and gave her a hurt look. “Ouch, p’tite, y’ always so abusive?” he replied, a twinkle in his red on black eyes that was hidden behind dark shades. With quick reflexes, he reached over and ruffled Jubilee’s hair, something he knew she hated. “Almos’ dere.”
When the taxi finally stopped, Remy got out and grabbed both their luggage. They weren’t quite there, but his usual survival instincts wouldn’t let him give his actual address to the driver. It was only a few blocks to walk from here.
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Post by Jubilee on Jan 20, 2009 3:35:45 GMT -4
"Always," Jubilee drawled, before scowling at him as he ruffled her hair. She hated that. He knew that, and that was exactly why he did it. Jerk. He really was like the older brother she never wanted. So she responded like any little sister. "Quit it!"
If she could have told Mom he was picking on her, she so would have.
The taxi drove on, taking them deeper into the city before it stopped. The air smelt different when she got out of the taxi. Heavy somehow. She grinned and looked around, wondering what house was Remy's.
"Don't tell me we have to walk," she grumbled, but not for too long. Since Remy was taking the bags. Lacing her hands behind her head, she kept step with him and wished she had her blades. "Soooo...who's gonna be there, huh? Who've I got to impress?"
The root of her anxiety, really.
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Post by Gambit on Jan 25, 2009 21:59:56 GMT -4
((Sorry, things got a little hectic. I should be good to go now. ;D ))
Even though her reaction was expected, Remy still couldn’t help but laugh. Being away from his family so long had been hard, but somehow with Jubilee around things had been much easier. She made things much less ‘doom and gloom’ around the base, and sometimes he just needed the reminder that there was someone out there that gave a damn about him. He’d spent many days thinking there wasn’t.
“Jus’ a little ways, but no worries, p’tite. I be de perfect gentleman an’ carry de lady’s bags,” Remy replied, her luggage in one hand and his own battered duffle bag in the other.
“Now, dose be two very different questions. Now I ain’ been home in a while,” he said, before quickly pressing on, not wanting to dwell on that thought “but it’s prolly gonna be ma père, Jean-Luc, ma frère, Henri, ma cousin Emil, an’ Tante Mattie. As fo’ who y’ gotta impress? Jus’ dat last one. Y’ impress her an’ de rest’ll love y’.”
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Post by Jubilee on Jan 26, 2009 6:42:26 GMT -4
"Oh yeah?" Jubilee said, like she didn't care at all. When the truth was, she cared maybe too much. It was hard not to. She knew what it was like to lose everything now. With Remy, she had something she cared about again, and she didn't want to lose him. What if this Tante Mattie managed to convince him that she wasn't worth it?
"What's she like?"
Know your enemy and all that.
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Post by Gambit on Jan 27, 2009 11:58:30 GMT -4
“What she like?” Remy repeated the question as they walked. His gaze grew a little distant behind his shades, and the corner of his mouth turned upward slightly. “What’s dat quote? She be ever changin’ like de sea?”
Turning a corner, his smile grew.
“She can be calm, serene, an’ de biggest comfort y’ could want, but in de blink o’ an eye she can rage like de waves on de ocean. Many a homme had de gris gris put on dem by ol’ Tante Mattie.”
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Post by Jubilee on Jan 30, 2009 3:38:14 GMT -4
"That is not helpful!"
And maybe for the first time, her voice held just a hint of panic. The butterflies weren't just dancing in her stomach, they were linedancing in combat boots. And maybe they were elephants, not butterflies.
"What if she doesn't like me?"
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Post by Gambit on Feb 19, 2009 15:21:14 GMT -4
Remy couldn’t help but chuckle at Jubilee’s reaction. Tante Mattie could be an intimidating woman, but maybe he could have been a little more reassuring. Sure was cute that the girl was so worried about his family liking her, though.
Stopping on the side of the road, he set their luggage down and turned Jubilee to face him.
“Y’ got not’in’ t’ worry ‘bout, p’tite,” he said with a soft smile, holding her chin between his thumb and forefinger. “She gonna love y’, jus’ like everybody else dat meets y’ can’ help but do.”
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Post by Jubilee on Feb 20, 2009 8:37:43 GMT -4
"Shut up! Like, I know that...I just don't think she knows that," Jubilee said, batting at his hand. Man, sometimes he treated her like she was an awkward kitten. Which she so was not. Nothing kitten-like about her. Or awkward either. She was the epitome of grace and style.
Not a style everyone got, but she knew she was cutting edge stuff. Not everyone could be as cool as she was, after all.
"Everybody loves me. I'm just a people person."
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Post by Gambit on Feb 28, 2009 9:16:58 GMT -4
Remy feigned hurt when Jubilee batted his hand away. Stooping down again, he picked up the luggage and motioned with his head to keep going.
“Or maybe dey jus’ too scared o’ you t’ argue. Best t’ jus’ play nice,” he drawled, sidestepping to avoid the punch he guessed would be coming his way.
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Post by Jubilee on Feb 28, 2009 9:21:55 GMT -4
As expected, Jubilee's hand lashed out to smack his shoulder one. He dodged, not too unexpected either. She would have kicked him in the shins, but those were her bags he was carrying too. Cuss and tarnation.
"Watch it, or you'll slip off my good books, buster," she warned him and skipped ahead before running back. "Which house is it? Are we there yet? How much further?"
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Post by Gambit on Jun 10, 2009 10:29:40 GMT -4
“Empty t’reats,” Remy replied, watching her skip off. “Y’ know y’ could never stay mad at me. What would y’ ever do wit’out me?”
He hoped she never had to find out. He hoped he never had to find out what he would do without her either. Before her, the past few years, he had focused solely on his work, on training and gaining Magneto’s trust. There had been nothing else.
Now there was her. Jubilation Lee. This little firecracker who could fight like a lion but who he wanted to protect like a weak kitten. There was so much strength in her it was admirable. To have gone through what she did and still be standing; not just standing, but skipping along... either she was the strongest person he had ever met or she was even better than him at pretending.
Of course he knew there was more to it. He was possibly the only person who knew.
“Y’ see dat house over dere?” Remy asked, nodding his head down the street. “De blue one on de corner wit’ de big porch and de ol’ tire swing?”
He paused a moment while she located the house he was talking about, then he grinned.
“Dat ain’ it.”
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Post by Jubilee on Jun 14, 2009 0:47:18 GMT -4
"I'm sure I'd manage," Jubilee said airily, even if she was lying through her teeth. She probably would manage, somehow. Pretty sure she wouldn't have any fun doing it, and it'd be awful, and she'd miss Remy like someone had torn a piece out of her. Like she missed her parents. It was horrible, and awful, but she kept trucking along anyhow.
Sometimes that was all anyone could do, or hope for. She'd never thought that her life would turn out this way, but it wasn't something she could just give up on. Wasn't in her to do that.
Skipping back to him, she looked ahead to where he was pointing. "Yeah, I see it." It looked like a nice house, and hey. It wasn't even that far away. She scowled at him as he said that wasn't his family's house. And punched him in the shoulder, hard.
"You're such a liar, Remy LeBeau. I don't know why I like you, even a little bit."
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Post by Gambit on May 15, 2010 17:25:09 GMT -4
Even as he yelped in pain, for a short little thing she had a good arm on her, Remy couldn’t help but laugh as he took a few steps away. Free and loudly, he laughed.
“I be impossible t’ hate, p’tite. It’s dat charm. Dat... magnetic an’ irresistible personality,” he replied, still chuckling. “Not t’ mention de hot body.”
Winking at Jubilee, he moved away quickly before she could pose another attack. “Alrigh’, no lyin’ dis time. Jus’ aroun’ dat next corner, de second house in... dat be de one.”
((figured I’d give this another shot. Still with me?))
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Post by Jubilee on May 21, 2010 8:38:14 GMT -4
"Contrary to popular belief, you are not irresistable," Jubilee informed him with an arched eyebrow, following him as they walked down the footpath. She liked New Orleans, she decided. It was a nice place. She hoped that the people were as nice. "Save the posturing for the idiots who appreciate it; I'm smarter than that."
Besides, better to be his friend than one of the women who came quickly into Gambit's life, and just as quickly left again. And he still thought of her as completely a little kid anyway. An image she cultivated because it made people think she was harmless. Insert dry, ironic laugh here.
"It better be," she huffed, not too sure if she believed him anymore. Stuffing her hands into the pockets of her coat, Jubilee walked with him to the corner and then slowed to a stop. She could see the house now. She'd really meet them now, all these people who'd known Remy before her and meant so much to him.
Seriously, what if they didn't like her? She was just a motormouthed, obnoxious SoCal mallrat. Jubilee bit her lip, waves of social anxiety sweeping through her. Butterflies in her stomach. Oh, she talked a good talk, but when it came down to the crunch, could she hack it?
Suddenly, she wasn't sure.
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