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Dec 24, 2003 15:01:26 GMT -4
Post by Gambit on Dec 24, 2003 15:01:26 GMT -4
Gambit’s expression hardened at the mention of Ororo’s name.
Oh yeah, I met her. I’m beginnin’ ta wish I hadn’t, he though, remembering the day he introduced himself. It had been right after he had interrupted the “training session” between her and Logan. He couldn’t help think that he had destroyed the last good moment they might have had.
“I t’ink I be de last person Stormy’ll want anywhere near her,” he said quietly, his mood having quickly turned sour once again.
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Dec 24, 2003 15:06:30 GMT -4
Post by Christine MacTaggart on Dec 24, 2003 15:06:30 GMT -4
"You don't have to let her know you're watching out," she said. "I'm sure being a thief left you with the ability to hide out of sight."
She looked away for a moment. "You know... you'd probably feel better if you get a few drinks into your system," she said as she looked back at him.
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Dec 25, 2003 9:51:51 GMT -4
Post by Gambit on Dec 25, 2003 9:51:51 GMT -4
Deciding now was a good time to move away from the subject of this “promise”, Remy’s face held a ghost of his trademark smirk.
“Well, I was enjoyin’ de nicotine fix, ‘til someone decided ta take it upon demself ta “save” me,” Remy said, a hint of his old humour in his voice. “But if I didn’t know any better, I’d t’ink you was tryin’ ta get me drunk, so you could have your way wit’ me.”<br>
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Dec 25, 2003 9:56:07 GMT -4
Post by Christine MacTaggart on Dec 25, 2003 9:56:07 GMT -4
"Hm.. Yellow teeth, yellow fingers, smoker's cough... how attractive.. Rogue would just love to see you with those things. Not to mention the fact that you're killing your lungs," Christine said. At the crack about getting him drunk to have her way with him, she frowned. "Well, you won't reek of smoke if you're drunk. And need I remind you I *have* a boyfriend?"
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Dec 25, 2003 10:02:28 GMT -4
Post by Gambit on Dec 25, 2003 10:02:28 GMT -4
His smile faltering slightly at Rogue’s name, Remy quickly hid it.
What she gonna say when she gets back? When she finds out what happened? Maybe I jus’ make sure I ain’t here… non, she deserve an explanation…
“Well, dey are my lungs, petite, but t’anks fo’ de concern,” he replied dryly. “Besides, Roguey ain’t here, an’ what she don’ know, won’ kill her… or me.”<br>
An’ dere be a lot she don’ know…
“An’ I don’ need de reminder. But met’inks de lady doth protest too much…” he said with a wink.
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Dec 25, 2003 10:08:12 GMT -4
Post by Christine MacTaggart on Dec 25, 2003 10:08:12 GMT -4
Christine mock-glared at the Cajun. "Well, it's not my fault that certain men still think I'm single." She huffed slightly. "It's not like..." her voice trailed off.
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Dec 25, 2003 10:13:18 GMT -4
Post by Gambit on Dec 25, 2003 10:13:18 GMT -4
Remy furrowed his brow slightly.
“It’s not like what, petite?” he asked, before he could wonder if he should have just let it go or not.
Too late now! Maybe drinkin’ yourself inta unconsciousness be a good idea, but where aroun’ a “school” would you find any decent liquor?
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Dec 25, 2003 10:29:56 GMT -4
Post by Christine MacTaggart on Dec 25, 2003 10:29:56 GMT -4
She sighed. "Nothing - just he up and vanished again. Probably to recover from depression or something." She looked tired. "I just wish he was here..."
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Dec 25, 2003 11:17:12 GMT -4
Post by Gambit on Dec 25, 2003 11:17:12 GMT -4
“Dat jus’ ain’t right. You deserve better, petite,” Remy said softly, a frown on his face. Laying a comforting hand on her shoulder, he tried to smile. “Well, looks like we both get ta sit home, an’ cry in our Kool-Aid, since dat be all dey got in dis place.”<br>
De last few days been when she needed him de most, an’ dat stupid elf jus’ up an’ leaves again? If dis Phoenix t’ing be as unpredictable as I be t’inkin’, she can’t handle too much more loss.
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Dec 25, 2003 14:43:26 GMT -4
Post by Christine MacTaggart on Dec 25, 2003 14:43:26 GMT -4
"Given what I've been through - I think I'm old enough to drink alcohol," she murmured softly. "Altho, I'm sure the "adults" won't agree with me since I'm sixteen."
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Dec 25, 2003 15:59:41 GMT -4
Post by Gambit on Dec 25, 2003 15:59:41 GMT -4
“Hey, look who you talkin’ ta here. I seem ta be makin’ a name fo’ m’self aroun’ here fo’ takin’ underage filles out drinkin’!” Remy replied, letting out a genuine chuckle. “But I doubt dey keep deir cupboards stocked aroun’ here.”<br>
Settling back on his bed, he leaned his head against the headboard, and stretched his legs straight out, crossing them at the ankles.
“Sorry ta say it, t’ough, but if you plannin’ on goin’ out, you gonna have ta find y’self anot’er drinkin’ buddy.”<br>
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Dec 25, 2003 16:07:55 GMT -4
Post by Christine MacTaggart on Dec 25, 2003 16:07:55 GMT -4
Christine nodded. "I think I might head out to the bar later. Heaven knows I could stand to get a few drinks in my system." She played with her necklace. "Promise you won't tell the others?"
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Dec 25, 2003 16:40:18 GMT -4
Post by roguejedi on Dec 25, 2003 16:40:18 GMT -4
Larza frowned as she walked down the hall, the slight smel of smoke in the air.
She stopped by a partly closed door and knocked lightly, not wanting to intrude.
As she waited for a response, she carefully built a shield around her mind, blocking any inturruptions involving her empathy, and closed her eyes as the strain of having over-used the shield gave her a minor headace.
(OOC: Hiya! ^_^ )
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Dec 25, 2003 17:25:06 GMT -4
Post by Gambit on Dec 25, 2003 17:25:06 GMT -4
Before Remy could respond to Christine, a knock sounded at his door. Rolling his eyes, he sighed.
Dere ain’t no chance o’ bein’ alone aroun’ here, is dere? Well, at least dey knocked…
“Dis seems ta be de happenin’ place aroun’ here, so you might as well come in an’ join de party,” he called, sarcastically.
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Dec 25, 2003 17:33:30 GMT -4
Post by roguejedi on Dec 25, 2003 17:33:30 GMT -4
Larza stepped inside, smiling faintly.
"I came to see how you were..." she said, "I wasn't sure, after all that...stuff." she finished lamely, realizing just how *bad* she was at talking to people.
'Gosh, where can I get people skills?' she wondered wryly, brushing back her bangs.
(OOC: Cya'll! 2nd Christmas, coming up! *runs out the door*)
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