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Post by Callie on Oct 21, 2010 6:00:45 GMT -4
In many ways, Callie was just a big kid, so when there was a chance to go to a circus or a carnival or, well, anything of that nature... she was jumping at the chance with both feet.
Her excuse, of course, was that it was good pickings for people like them, so she'd dragged Remy along as well. All pretence of work pretty much dropped away the second she stepped into the carnival though, and she was practically bouncing with excitement.
"What do ya wanna do first?" She asked Remy cheerfully.
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Post by Gambit on Nov 7, 2010 13:26:18 GMT -4
Remy loved this sort of atmosphere. His talents, his powers and his personality had all helped to cultivate an exceptional showman, and this was just the type of place where he felt at home. He had spent a lot of his life traveling from place to place, often filling his time (and his pockets) with a little bit of street corner showmanship. De Queen o’ Hearts, where she be? Step right up an’ see if Lady Luck be on y’r side. Dey bot’ be quick, dese femmes. Dat one? y’ sure ‘bout dat, homme? Ah, look like she gave y’ de slip. Wily one, dat femme. Care t’ try again? It was entertaining; he loved the attention and the amazement on their faces as the cards moved so smoothly, fluidly. Always good for three things: some extra cash, a relaxing job, and a date. There was one starry-eyed girl in every crowd.
At least.
“Now dat’s up t’ you, p’tite. Dis was your idea,” Remy replied, flawlessly picking a passerby’s pocket with nary the blink of an eye. He at least had to pretend he was put upon to be here, at least for a while; make it seem like he was doing her a big favour coming here. Always good to have some IOU’s stacked up. Noting a particular booth nearby that boasted a large selection or cheaply made stuffed creatures, including a purple cat, he subtly shifted them in that direction. “Though what kind o’ gentleman would I be if I didn’t win my femme somet’in’?”
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Post by Bobby Drake on Nov 8, 2010 10:01:56 GMT -4
Bobby frowned a little as he pulled the newly bought carnival shirt around him. It didn’t fit very well. He had been given the unfortunate selection of too small or tent sized and though he’d been tempted to go with the tent sized shirt he reluctantly went with the one that was at least two sizes too small. On the plus side it really looked like his years of training at Xavier’s were paying off. On the downside, the T-shirt was black and had a picture of a wolf howling at the moon on the front of it. And he had seen at least three rednecks wearing the same shirt.
But what choice did he have? The other shirt was…well, he wasn’t going to think about that shirt. Ever again. And it had been one of his favorites.
Slipping away from the group, Bobby decided to check things out on his own for a few. Stopping at the games, he adjusted the hat on his head a little. It still weirded him out a little to wear the thing, but at least Forge had managed to make it look like a regular baseball cap instead of something from Back to the Future.
The funniest part was…the thing really worked. It amplified his emerging telepathic powers…or whatever. Bobby really should have been paying attention when Forge was telling him how it worked. But it didn’t matter that much. Because he could tell that the leggy blonde over there was thinking about sleep, while the guy next to her was thinking about…Bobby’s eyes widened a little. Okay, so that wasn’t too surprising. Actually it didn’t surprise him too much that so many people were either thinking about food or getting it on.
Yeah. The hat worked pretty well.
The problem was that it had some pretty freaky side effects. Sometimes he would get these flashes. They were like little movies that played in his head, but they were totally real feeling with smells and sounds and everything. It was always a bunch of stuff that didn’t make any sense. One time, and Bobby still can’t figure out what it was all about, he had this undeniable urge to go buy Guido a smoothie. Freakin’ weird.
Bobby stopped in his tracks, his smile fading a little as he looked around.
Sometimes he felt like he was losing his marbles.
The thought was fleeting, but it was about as close to brooding as Bobby Drake came. He turned a little more and squinted his eyes. “No way,” he said under his breath as he spotted a familiar face. Reaching into his pocket he fished out his wallet. “Hey,” he said to the guy running the game next to him. “I’ll give you twenty for the big panda.”
After a little bit of haggling (and fifteen more dollars) Bobby made his way toward Callie, holding the bear in front of him as a disguise. He stopped when he was about thirty feet away, using his mind powers to try and scope out the situation while he hid behind the bear.
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Post by Callie on Nov 9, 2010 19:16:28 GMT -4
Much as Remy was pretending that he was put-upon to be here, you couldn't spend any time at all around him without realising he was a showman, and Callie had spent a lot of time around him, so it was easy enough for her to see right through his facade - though she was polite enough not to mention it.
"Win me somet'in'? T'ink you can?" She teased challengingly, hands on hips. It was like being kids again, and maybe they were a bit old for that but who really cared?
She noticed the big stuffed panda out the corner of her eye, but didn't think much of it, after all there were plenty of people wandering around with those toys, right?
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Post by Gambit on Nov 10, 2010 18:23:54 GMT -4
“Do I t’ink I can win y’ one...” Remy scoffed. There were few people here who could throw as accurately as him; deadly accuracy, that’s what he had, though the ‘deadly’ part took on a whole new meaning when it came to the southern mutant.
Throwing an arm around Callie’s shoulder, he started to lead her toward a dart game when something in the crowd caught his eye. More accurately, someone. A face from his past, one he wasn’t sure he would ever see again, and wasn’t sure he had wanted to. Such a meeting might involve him at the pointy end of a blade.
Heart beating faster, he stopped and searched the crowd but she was already gone. Maybe she had never been there at all. Of course she had never been. It was just this place playing up his guilt again, making him see phantoms from a past long dead. Shaking it off, he started to move again. He wasn’t a fool, and neither was Callie. He knew she had noticed his lapse, but whether she would mention it or not he didn’t know.
“I could win y’ any t’ing y’ want wit’ both eyes closed,” Remy bragged, gesturing to the hanging rows of stuffed animals, posters and toys.
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Post by Bobby Drake on Nov 10, 2010 21:19:16 GMT -4
Bobby had moved a few paces closer, catching the last part of Callie's words and then realizing that she was talking to someone. He peered between the ears of the bear, catching a glimpse of some tall guy who was getting a little too friendly with Callie if you wanted to know the truth of it. Narrowing his eyes he suddenly was assaulted by another one of his visions. It was he and Callie riding on a motorcycle or something alongside the bay. He could feel the wind and the feel of her grip around his waist as she held on.
He blinked his eyes and shook away the vision.
Man, he totally needed to get a grip. Forcing himself to remember what was real, he took a step forward and lowered the bear. "Callie," he said, his voice cracking a little on the second syllable. He cleared his throat and coughed into his hand. "I...won this for you." Sounded better than bought it. "I mean, I saw you over here and," he pointed back to the booth. "And I was over there and then I came over here and...here." He extended the bear, not liking the feeling of being all tongue-tied around her.
"So you don't have to like, waste your money," he offered to the dude. Which was kind of a burn.
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Post by Callie on Nov 22, 2010 21:01:08 GMT -4
((Delaaaaay. Sorry for being a loser))
"Oh really? Is dat so?" Callie asked Remy with a smirk. "Well den, why don' yo-" but she was interrupted by the giant panda speaking to her.
Only it wasn't the panda, she realised, focusing on the head that had appeared just behind it, it was that boy she'd met the other day, that... Bobby.
She hadn't told Remy about the encounter, too weirded out by the whole thing, he had enough on his plate without her bumping into people she mysteriously knew things about, and probably because of his own haywire psychic powers anyway, so it was nothing to tell, right?
Only now here he was stood in front of her with a stuffed panda, saying it was for her and making those annoying one-up comments that men had a tendency to make at each other, which was frankly ridiculous anyway because it was Remy, and it seemed like it might have been important to mention that she at least ran into someone for longer than the space it took to steal their wallet.
"Uh... Hey Bobby." She said awkwardly. "...T'anks... it's cute..."
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Post by Gambit on Nov 28, 2010 19:40:11 GMT -4
Before Callie could play properly into Remy boasting, they were interrupted by, what appeared for a moment to be, a talking stuff panda. Fortunately, while he was seeing ghosts from his past, he hadn’t quite gone that far over the edge. Raising his eyebrow at the kid when he took his little shot, the Cajun man merely cast a sideways glance at Callie, his arm still draped loosely about her shoulders.
Apparently while he had been off meeting cute femmes in the park and voodoo shops, Callie hadn’t exactly been sitting home alone. Although he wouldn’t admit to it, the idea bothered him, especially since these two seemed a little more acquainted than a quick run in should allow. The boy was obviously smitten, and Callie... Remy hadn’t managed to get a read on her yet.
“Merci, homme, but makin’ such a belle femme smile ain’ never a waste o’ money,” he drawled, one side of his mouth turning up in a lopsided grin.
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Post by Bobby Drake on Nov 29, 2010 11:48:05 GMT -4
Bobby pretty much knew right when the guy started talking that he didn’t like him. He was a pretty good judge of things like character (by his own estimation) and he was pretty sure that the way this guy threw around fancy French words he was either a sleazeball or a metrosexual. And he wasn’t dressed good enough to be a metrosexual.
The thought that he might be a Cajun never entered his mind. The fact that Callie spoke exactly like him didn’t either. But even if it had, it was different because she was a girl and totally hot and it only amplified her hottiness. She could probably belch and it would amplify her hottiness. Actually it totally would!
But this guy was standing there with his arm draped over Callie and he was kind of smirking and Bobby was getting angry. He actually didn’t know what to say to the comeback because the dude was trying to make it sound like Bobby didn’t think Callie was worth the money or time and he totally did! Why else would he have bribed the game vendor if he didn’t think that?!
Sleazeball.
Whatever.
He looked at Callie then, and saw the awkward look in her eye. The thought occurred to him that maybe this was her man. Maybe this was who she wanted. His eyes went from her to the smirking face and back again. He totally didn’t want this to be all weird for her.
“She is, isn’t she,” he said to himself and to dude’s last comment. He didn’t want this to be awkward. But the guy wouldn’t stop with the freaking smirking and it was seriously getting to Bobby. He tried to be polite, he really did. “You never introduced me to your dad,” he said and looked at dude again.
Oh burrrrrrrn!!
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Post by Callie on Nov 30, 2010 5:07:41 GMT -4
Callie was pretty used to physical contact from Remy, so it actually took her a little while to realise that the reason Bobby had probably got the wrong impression was because Remy had an arm around her shoulders - though of course she couldn't shrug it off without attracting attention, and probably confusing Remy.
Of course, then she wanted to do it anyway because Remy was being his typical annoying self and, unable to let an insult go, however slight, he had fired back a retort to Bobby. Which, of course, knowing idiot boys would probably lead Bobby even further down the path of wrong impressions.
Apparently, it did, which led him to make another stupid statement that Remy, she was sure, would not be able to resist retaliating to.
She wanted to bury her head in the stuffed panda and just let them get on with it, but instead she just shook her head.
"He ain' m'dad, dis is my friend, Remy." 'friend' was probably not the right word for their relationship, but it would do "Remy, dis is Bobby. We... ran int' each ot'er a few days ago. Literally."
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Post by Gambit on Dec 3, 2010 18:23:52 GMT -4
Remy couldn’t help but be amused by the kid’s attempt at insulting him, and just continued to smirk at him. There was probably as much of an age difference between the boy and Callie as there was between Callie and Remy, so he was obviously grasping at straws. Callie chose to set him straight anyway.
Friends? Well, it was true, but they were so much more than that, not that Remy could really put into words what their true relationship was. Whatever it was, he shouldn’t feel threatened by someone that Callie had just happened to run into, even if the boy was clearly smitten with her. But then again, why hadn’t she told him about the meeting?
“Dat sounds painful,” the Cajun man drawled. Although he appeared relaxed outwardly, behind his dark lenses he was watching Bobby very closely. Finally he removed his arm from around Callie’s shoulders and held out his hand for the boy to shake. “Hope she didn’t do y’ know damage. She may be p’tite, but don’ let dat fool y’.”
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Post by Bobby Drake on Dec 6, 2010 14:51:38 GMT -4
Bobby smiled.
It totally shouldn’t matter that dude and Callie were just friends. I mean, she had her thing going on and no matter what Bobby’s fortune telling powers said she was totally free to do whatever with whoever she wanted. That being said, he was smiling pretty big now. And maybe he didn’t feel quite so much like burning this dude now.
Maybe a little.
But he could totally control himself.
“That was probably my bad,” he said about their run in with each other. “I wasn’t paying attention.” He looked at Callie with a little embarrassment. “I mean, if I was paying attention I would have totally noticed you coming-” He stopped short on that one. Because why? Because she was a super hottie and he would have been checking her out big time?
“-yeah.”
Pretty much.
Bobby inspected dude’s hand with a split second of suspicion before he reacted. What did Callie say his name was? Remy? The hell kind of name was that anyway? He took the hand and gave it a shake (with a little bit of extra pepper on it just to show that Bobby worked out. A lot).
“Rimmy,” he said thoughtfully. “Cool name.” Not. “And no, I’m not really fooled by the whole petite thing,” he said with a smile over at Callie. “I suspect she has claws and knows how to use them.”
That was one vision he hoped would come true anyway.
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Post by Callie on Dec 13, 2010 8:01:36 GMT -4
((Crazy delay, sorry, I fail))
Ok, this seemed to be going ok, everybody knew who everybody else was, Remy was going to shake hands, everything would be fine, right?
Then Bobby mispronounced his name and Callie didn't know if he'd done it deliberately but it wasn't going to make things any easier.
She just managed to stop herself dropping her head into her hands and growling about boys, but only just.
She did look away for a moment, but that was just as much to conceal her blush as her exasperation - she didn't know why Bobby's compliments got her all flustered, there was just something about him that made her act all innocent again.
"Oh, dat I do." She agreed with a smirk, trying to gain back some of her cool. She was badass, damnit, she didn't blush like a twelve year old in pigtails.
...Ok so she was wearing pigtails, but that was neither here nor there.
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Post by Bobby Drake on Jan 18, 2011 12:16:23 GMT -4
Before Remy could interject anything else, Bobby thought quickly. He had to find some kind of way to get Callie away from him…if only for a few minutes. The dark vision…the scene that he tried his hardest to put out of his mind for obvious reasons was pressing to the forefront of his thoughts right now. Worry clouded Bobby’s eyes for a moment as he looked at Callie.
Somehow the dark dude…the murderous man with the scary eyes…somehow he was tied to Callie. At least in the future. He wasn’t really sure how his powers worked, but the visions he had were definitely tied to the future.
The problem was, how did you stop the future from happening? No matter how often he’d watched all the different Terminator shows, he still couldn’t figure it out.
But he had to do something.
Right?
Bobby took a deep breath, and locked eyes with the still blushing Callie and he cleared his throat. “Hey, uh…can I talk to you for a sec?” His eyes darted to the side. “Alone?” It wasn’t personal so much. Well, he didn’t like Remy a whole lot, but had to admit that probably at least part of it was jealousy. Or maybe all of it. Who knows, maybe the dude was all right.
Or maybe he was the one that led the killer to Callie.
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