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Post by Remy LeBeau on Mar 25, 2009 8:01:19 GMT -7
Even from the corner of his eye he had seen her facial expression change, though he wasn't worried. She had proven that she wasn't here to cause any trouble, and even if she was, he was always ready. That was the irony of his gambling addiction, that with every new deal, they were just giving him more weapons. The large stacks of chips made for perfect throwing pieces as well. Though he wasn't interested in fight, he'd been back for a very short time and had already done more then enough fighting of sentinels.
"Don't frown, it don't look good on ya." Just a tip, though she would probably take it in some crazy way. All women did. However, she clearly wasn't normal, though to what extent, Remy didn't fully know yet. "Merci beaucoup, I am honored t' have de forgiveness o' one such as you." Waving his hand over the table, Remy stopped the dealer from dealing to him. Turning to Ashley again, Remy smiled as he put his fingers under her chin, lightly stroking her cheek with his thumb. "Ah, but an Angel nonedeless, non?"
Standing up, Remy looked at the dealer. "I come back fo' my money later." He already knew how much money he had gained in chips, and should it not all be there on his return, then there would be an interesting show. "Come wit' me Ashley." Walking out of the building, Remy leaned against the wall as he waited to see if the girl would listen to him or not. The streets were much less crowded then in broad daylight, but still held a fair amount of people. He wanted to ask the girl some questions, though knew she wouldn't answer them in front of everyone, at least, he hoped she wouldn't.
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Post by Ashley-Raine Wolfe on Mar 25, 2009 8:32:36 GMT -7
In the past, Ash would never have been so willing to prove that she wasn't ther eto start trouble - she most likely would have sorted out all these gamblers simply for gambling, as this was in a back alley and clearly not entirely legit. However, since having left Weapon X, she had adoped that uncaring void expression and hid all her emotions away in a box and metaphorically thrown away the key. Her only clear emotion was that of anger, and honestly getting the girl into a rage was not too hard to do.
Though most of the time she remained as she was; stoic. Vacant.
She couldn't help but frown as the male told her to not do so, and quickly rearranged her expression so that it appeared that she'd not done such a thing and simply pinpointed her attention once more on him, and him alone, though the other people in the building were quickly demanding her curiosity. It was the constant chatter and whispers that made her want to order them all to shut up, or else face her wrath, because she was getting quite the headache. Their speech sounded like a wasps buzzing to her.
And then the male placed his fingers on her chin ... He was touching her. She almost froze she was so shocked - though like always it only glinted across her eyes instead of her entire face. She remained still, resisting the sudden urge to break Remy's wrist. She hated it when people touched her, even if it was by accident or in a friendly way, and not meant to harm her. She couldn't help it - after all those years of being a Weapon X subject and having had scientists and soldiers poke and prod her, it had kind of become one of her pet peeves.
However, before she could really make her disliking of it known, Remy had stood and declared that he would be back for his money let. Ash glanced through her good eye around her, watching the other gamblers sudden looks of relief flood their faces. Obviously they hadn't wanted to keep losing all their valuables against the expert card player, and Ashley, though she didn't know much about gambling, could not blame them.
The winged mutant rose to her feet in a rather fluid and graceful fashion as Remy strode from the gambling hall and went outside. She followed, as he had instructed her and snarled quietly at anyone who got in her way as she tried to move through the crowd, effectively forcing them to part way for her, which she was quite glad for. It meant that no-one would bump into her back and them question why she had those intrusions upon her. Even with the coat over her shoulders, it was obvious there was something not quite with her.
She exited the building and came to a stop beside Remy, staring at him questioningly. She wondered why he'd wanted her to go with him, and if he was going to question her about things. She supposed it was only a matter of time before he did ... She knew she was different to most. That much was obvious. "Yes? Is there a problem?" She asked curiously though her voice and expression betrayed her want to know what was up.
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Post by Remy LeBeau on Mar 27, 2009 20:43:12 GMT -7
Outside on the street Remy watched as couples walked together or in groups, but never alone, not in New York City. Not with the threat of deadly mutants running about. It was funny too, because Remy simply had to shift his gaze over to the side to see a robotic gleam in the distance, moonlight reflecting off polished metal. Even at a normal height, the sentinels were still very imposing. Massive things built solely for destruction and the death of freedom that was once America's selling point.
Remy had no doubt that he had been scanned while waiting for Ashley to push through the crowd, though he paid it no thought. It didn't matter anymore, he wasn't planning on living here again. He had found solace in France and was anxiously waiting to get back there and resume his life. Well, depending on what happened with Rogue of course.
"Jus' wanted t' talk." Pulling out a cigarette, Remy used a cheap lighter to light the end of it, inhaling a mouth full of smoke. Staring straight ahead, Remy thought about the next thing he was going to say. Normally the words just came to him, but Ashley was different, and Remy wanted to know more. More or less, he wanted to know who she worked for and why she was around him and so intently watching him. Everything put together just didn't sit well with Remy, considering his past.
"I know ya ain't normal, an' it ain't bein' a mutant dat I'm talkin' 'bout. Ya eyes give ya away, dat blank expression, no emotion. De blood all ovah ya clothes, no marks on ya 'cept ya face. Could be part o' ya mutation, or maybe ya are jus' dat good, I don' know, don' care all dat much. What I wanna know is who ya work fo', an' what ya really doin' here."
Turning his head to look at her finally, paired red eyes stared at off-set eyes. "Ya kill, right?" He had mentally toyed with the idea of asking her straight-out or not, though in the end decided that it was best. He was so sure that he was right, but had to confirm it. That look people get when they take another life, Remy had seen it far too much, even in the mirror staring back at him. It was a look that never went away, never changed. He'd be a fool not to notice.
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Post by Ashley-Raine Wolfe on Mar 27, 2009 21:04:00 GMT -7
Ash could feel the red glare of the intimidating robot, but since it wasn't too near them she attempted to pay as little attention to it as possible. She'd come up against sentinals before, but she was registered as a mutant - thanks to Weapon X, and so didn't get too much bother off them. Atleast not when she behaved herself and kept to herself ... Though usually she spent time in the park, or in dark alleyways where she was usually left alone with her thoughts.
Sometimes those thoughts weren't very pretty.
Keeping her eyes trained on Remy, she ignored the sentinal altogether, along with the walking couples and groups of drunken friends. They were all loved, and cared for - somthing she had never had. She wouldn't admit it, but sometimes she felt rather lonely, and though she liked to be left alone the majority of the time, sometimes she just wanted to have some company. Perhaps that was why she was so engaged with Remy - she coul see something of herself in him, and wasn't just because they were both mutants.
The male suggested that he just wanted to talk, and Ash raised a brow in question, waiting for him to continue speaking. He did, and Ash fell silent, waiting for him to finish. She didn't even consider speaking until he was actually looking at her again. She was drawn to his eyes almost instantly, as she had been in the short time that she'd known him, having just met him that night. It was his most striking feature, and the one that she liked most about him. She couldn't exlain why ... But she loved his eyes.
"Not normal ...?" She repeated, glancing away for a moment and down at her fist which she opened out. Her eyes strayed to her fingertips, at which she spent a moment or two just staring at, and when she was done she looked back up, her eyes glazed over. "I suppose it won't hurt to tell you ... But you have to know, the life I used to lead is no longer a part of me." She explained, her eyes narrowed slightly in what would be deemed a rather serious and honest look. She didn't want Remy to start being suspicious of her.
She leant against the wall, crossing her arms over her chest as she began to speak. "I was born in Canada, in a Weapon X facility. My mother was a scientist there and when she was pregnant she signed me up for the programme - my father was already a test subject. I've never met him." She said, shaking her head as she thought of her mother. She really hated that woman, and hoped that she was indeed dead, though a part of her wished she wasn't aswell. That was another thing she couldn't explain why. "They did a lot of tests on me, knowing that I'd survive because of my healing factor. When I was barely a teenager, they bonded a new type of metal to my bones, and then shortly after applied these wings."
"I worked for them, reluctantly I might add, for most of my life. In answer to your question; yes, I kill. Or atleast I did, until about a year ago. That was when I escaped - I'd had enough, so I left." That was the long story short basically. There was so much more to tell, but there was no need to go into details. "I'm here because ... Well I'm not sure to be honest. I was drawn her, lived underground for a long time, and now here I am. Talking to you. I'm not here for anything ... I just wanted a life."
The girl set her steady gaze on Remy, watching him. Waiting.
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Post by Remy LeBeau on Mar 27, 2009 21:51:52 GMT -7
Though Spring was creepy up quickly, New York was still very cold, but not cold enough to actually bother Remy, even without his coat. He was usually pretty warm on his own, though the cigarette was adding to his internal warmth. Even though they had left the crowd, curiosity still got the best of the gamblers inside as they constantly peeked out at the two. Clearly, most believed that Remy had chosen her to take home with him, bed her and then never see her again. That was how it used to go, whenever Remy wasn't in a relationship with Rogue. Tonight, however, was much different.
He hadn't asked for her whole story, but she spoke a good deal anyway. Weapon X...the same place that popped out Wolverine in all his clawed goodness. Remy had heard of them, researched them a little, though really didn't have much interest in them. He was interested in jewels and money, not top secret bases and what scientists could do with technology that was clearly far too advanced to be humane.
"Dat's all I needed t' know." Even with an alliance with his ex-wife, Remy still had to guess at every assassin he came across, and one can imagine how often that was. Belladonna was a tricky woman, and if one single detail did not go her way, then all bets were off.
Remy could only imagine what Ashley thought of him now, not only for the questions he asked, but the fact that he had a good idea of what kind of person she was, and had been correct. No matter what she thought though, it wouldn't make a huge impact on his life. He lived as he pleased.
"Interestin' life story ya have, wasn't exactly expectin' dat, but I'm not really surprised after hearin' Weapon X was involved. Jus' be sure t' be careful, don' go doin' not'in' stupid." For being from the same place that 'bred' the Wolverine and Sabretooth, Ashley was nothing like them, and Remy hoped that she wouldn't turn into them either. He respected Wolverine, though they never did get along. As for Sabretooth...everyone has their own greatest nemesis, and that was Remy's. Though, it could also be a toss-up for Mister Sinister.
Letting his gaze move over her body again, Remy once more took note of her blood-stained clothes, complete with tears. She obviously wasn't out living the high life, unless she was very good at acting. "Need some money? Go back in dere an' cash in my chips." Walking away with extra money in his pocket was always nice, though Remy didn't need it. However, this didn't mean that he was becoming involved with charity or anything, just helping someone out.
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Post by Ashley-Raine Wolfe on Mar 27, 2009 22:14:21 GMT -7
Strangely Ash felt relieved now that she'd told someone about herself. She'd never done so before and had never planned to. However it was rather easy to talk to Remy - sure she felt like he'd judged her, but he hadn't flipped when she'd mentioned Weapon X. She supposed it wasn't that surprising; most of their subjects turned out the way she did - that murderous look in their eyes, the lack of emotions and a rather calm attitude. Sometimes it went the other way and you turned out like Sabertooth or Wolverine, but either way it was pretty much the same.
"What makes you think I would do something stupid?" The girl asked, looking up at the male who towered over her slightly, though not by too much. She was being slightly sarcastic with her remark, though was truthfully quite curious. She didn't believe she looked like the sort of person who went around getting herself into trouble, yet at the same time she was also very stubborn and didn't know when to quiet. She was relentless, and had a bit of an anger problem to, which wasn't a good thing in a city like New York.
The female watched as Remy looked her over, obviously taking note of the blood ... Not all of it was hers though. She'd said she'd not killed, but that didn't mean she hadn't got into a fight or two, but she'd used restrain when doing so and had not used any of her abilities. It was just unfortunate for the guy that had started on her, that she had metal bones, so every time she punshed him, it was more painful for him, and less painful for her. She'd come out as the victor ofcourse, though that wouldn't surprise many people either.
"I don't take charity." The female answered to Gambit's offer, shaking her head slightly. She watched him silently for a moment, and then very slowly lifted up her rght hand to the male's face, her own head tilted to the side slightly and her expression softened just a little. She had no idea what she was doing, and perhaps it was her unsaid desire to actually feel close to someone, but she lightly, after hesitating, place her fingers lightly on the male's cheek, her eyes staring directly into his. "It may not seem like it to some, but you are quite a sweet guy."
Anyone would think she was about to kiss him or something.
And then after a few seconds she quickly drew back her hand and let her gaze drop. "I'm sorry." She said quietly, her voice and expression back to their usual ways. She'd just wanted to feel another person's skin - without having blood all over it. She was a strange girl to figure out, and sometimes rather unpredictable to, but really beneath her tough exterior, she did want someone. A friend, companion ... Anything.
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Post by Remy LeBeau on Mar 28, 2009 20:59:52 GMT -7
For whatever reason, she was very open with him, not even an odd look or real hesitation in her. Remy didn't question it, it wasn't his concern really. Sure, she was a sweet girl, but would they ever meet again? Most likely not. They would part ways tonight and that would be that, nothing more. It was a simple fact of life, one that Remy had learned early on and never forgot. It wasn't wise to get overly attached to someone, or think about even running into them again. That foolishness was for dreamers, and Remy LeBeau was not a dreamer. Not in the least.
What would make him think she would do something stupid? Such a question barely deserved a spoken answer. "Looked in a mirror lately? Ya got very different eyes, a very noticeable scar, bloody an' torn clothes, an' it's hard t' make wings completely flat, leavin' a bit o' a hump. Plus, on top o' dat, ya show no emotion, got dat look in ya eyes, an' have a pretty nice body if one can see past everyt'in' else. All those t'ings are noticed by everyday Americans jus' walkin' down de street. A glare, a sideways glance, even out-right starin', dats what ya get in return. I've watched people who have dealt wit' dat dere whole lives, who still make de first move, t'row de first punch. I've seen first hand de 'weapons' dat Weapon X produces, an' so far I see a lot o' anger dat can't or wont be controlled. Ya may be not'in' like dem, I don' know, but I do know dat if ya give in t' what Weapon X taught ya, den dat sentinel over dere will have a field day wit' ya. Ya can't change what ya were born t' be, but ya can do ya best not t' draw extra attention t' yaself by ya clothes an' cold shoulder."
She was young, and Remy didn't want to be mean to her, that wasn't his intention, but he had to be realistic. America was a difficult place to live in because so many judged too quickly. And final judgments at that. Truthfully, Remy felt bad for the girl, growing up in such a scheduled environment. Weapon X or not, that didn't matter to him so much as her clearly not having a real childhood. Her innocence was stolen quite early and it showed in the way she talked and carried herself.
For someone with such a hard lifestyle, she had a very gentle touch, perfectly paired with soft skin. "Merci beaucoup mon chere..." Smiling, Remy caught himself after the sentence had already been spoken. He was so used to mixing French into his English, it was a hard habit to break for a night. "I mean, t'ank ya very much my dear." Sweet wasn't a word that guys really liked to hear used to describe them, but Remy didn't worry about it. He had a whole room of women inside who would vouch for him being a sexy bad-boy, though that title was starting to lose it's appeal as he aged.
Shrugging off his coat, Remy was mindful to extract his bo-staff from an inner pocket before holding it out to Ashley. "Least take a new coat, one dat ain't full o' cut marks an' covered in blood. I'd probably lose it t'night anyway an' have t' get a new one t'morrow. Ya'd be surprised how often ya lose good coats when jumpin' around de city rooftops." Always the sly one, Remy knew that he had at least one tightly wrapped bundle of money in the coat, his money for playing tonight. Hoping she would take it, Remy waited patiently while he silently wished she didn't look through the jacket. Though, for a split second, Remy couldn't help feeling like the infamous Robin Hood. Steal from the rich, give to the poor. However, that begged the question of who his Maid Marien was.
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Post by Ashley-Raine Wolfe on Mar 28, 2009 21:19:46 GMT -7
Remy had a few good points, Ash would admit that, but she also didn't want to believe them. She believed in a way that she could simply walk out there and not be noticed, though when she thought about it, she realised that that was quite impossible. She didn't look like a normal human, and even in the warmer weather she would be forced to wear a long coat to hide her wings, though as Remy though, they couldn't be completely concealed; she always got weird and innappropiate stares, no matter what she said.
Lifting her hand to her face, she traced the scar across her eye with a gentle touch and flinched slightly at the memory that came with it. She was a hard nutshell but on the inside she was just like everyone else; it was just that she was better at hiding her inner thoughts better than what most could. It was a shame to be the way she was, but she didn't know any other way. She was brought up to hate her fellow mutants, and had barely gotten past the idea that they needed to be eradicated - anything else would be a miracle.
The only comment that really seemed out of the place was Remy mentioning that she had a nice body - she had no idea in what way he meant that, but she knew herself that a lot of women woul kill to look like her. She would probably have had a few boyfriends in her time, if it weren't for the fact that most men were afraid to get near her.
"You're welcome ..." The female muttered absent mindedly as the male first began to speak in french and then corrected himself. She was still facing the opposite direction at tis point, though her gaze slowly rose to rest on the sentinal in the distance. As she watched it, she couldn't help but think how wrong it was that they even existed. If she had her own way she would be thinking up plans on how to destroy the lot of them, but even someone as stubborn as Ash, knew that it would be impossible to do on her own.
As Remy offered his coat to her, she looked up, eyes narrowed and an almost partially frustrated look on her face. She didn't like being helped because she felt like she should be able to look after herself; and she could to. She had to admit though, it would be nice to have something to keep her warm for the night. It wasn't like she had anywhere to go afterall. She was homeless since leaving the sewers, but it wasn't too hard on her. She was used to sleeping on the streets and in harsh conditions.
"Okay ... I will take it. Thankyou." She sighed, though her voice had been harsh, and she reached out and took the jacket, clenching her hand tightly around it. As she did, there was a clicking sound that reverberated from inside her head. She looked up in alert, wondering what it was, before she realised that it came from her. Followed by this was one of the worse headaches she'd ever hand and her face scrunched up as her free hand rested against her temple. She was honestly quite worried, because that wasn't any normal noise.
"Okay, that had to be my imagination." She mumbled quietly. That noise had sounded like something activating.
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Post by Remy LeBeau on Mar 28, 2009 21:47:10 GMT -7
Remy was an observer, he had been raised that way since childhood, and practiced his skills almost daily. He saw what most people didn't see, the things that people looked at their whole lives and never saw. By now he had all but memorized every detail about Ashley, had committed her voice to memory for a later date. It was almost strange, really, the way she talked. Her voice held no emotion, like the rest of her, but it still had that softness that proved she was female. It was always a contradiction, and yet, it seemed that Remy was clearly drawn to it. Belle and Rogue were both very strong women, but one couldn't change the tone of their voice. And now Ashley.
Very rarely was the truth an easy thing to hear, and seeing her touch her scar, Remy was almost positive that it was something she didn't like to be reminded of, though he couldn't blame her. Considering all that he knew of her life, he imagined that it wasn't a very good memory. Even more surprising that she had mentioned a healing factor before, though Remy was respectful enough not to ask about it all.
Releasing the coat as Ashley took it, Remy was at least glad that she agreed to it. The thought of offering to take her back to the mansion had flashed through his mind more then once, but he doubted that she would agree to it. It just didn't seem like the place for her, but then again, it didn't seem like the place for Wolverine either, and he was as much an X-Men as Scott was. Surprisingly.
Pulled out of his own thoughts though, Remy's hand instantly reached out to Ashley's shoulder, tightening around the bone in case she should faint or something. "What's wrong?" The concern in his voice was obvious as his free hand went to her chin, coaxing her to look up at him. He wasn't super medically knowledgeable, but he knew a fair amount, though nothing about the mind really. That wasn't Remy's area of expertise, and he never really planned on studying it either. His experience on people and how they think was based solely off of years of observing and being one of them, not books or classes.
"Ya imagination don' make ya look pained. What happened?" He didn't really expect an answer the first time he asked, as she was clearly focused on something else, though usually the second time a question was asked, it was answered. "I live at a place wit' a couple doctors an' ot'er people real good at fixin' ya up. Come back wit' me, dey'll take care o' ya." Or poke around in your mind. Beast had gone off for a bit, probably to another conference Remy assumed, leaving Jean and Emma as the resident 'doctors'. More or less, the two telepaths were the best bet at figuring out what was wrong with someone, especially if it involved the head, and Ashley's problem clearly did. "Ya can get cleaned up dere too. Eat if ya hungry. Sleep in a nice bed."
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Post by Ashley-Raine Wolfe on Mar 28, 2009 22:05:34 GMT -7
That scar was definately one of her most painful memories. She wasn't sure why it hadn't healed, but guessed that it was something to do with the fact that she'd gotten it before her mutation developed and her healing factor came into play. She kept toying with the hope that maybe one day it would heal, but you could never really be too sure. She hoped that it did. Ash would never admit it but she felt ... Ugly. That scar and that red eye - they made her somewhat self conscious and she always felt like people were talking about it behind her back.
So yeah, it was painful for her. She tried not to think about it but when she was alone, it was hard not to. Especially since that scar wouldn't heal, and any suicide attempts that she'd made had failed. Yes, in the past she had felt so ashamed of her life, and of what she was, that she had tried to end it - on multiple occassions to. But nothing had worked. She'd even thought about drowning herself, but something told her that that wouldn't be successful unless there was someone there to hold her down.
She was shook out of her reverie as she felt Remy's hand upon her shoulder and she stiffened under it. She really did dislike it when people touched her. The last time he had, it had only been for a split second and she hadn't had time to react. This time however, the moment was much longer, for he had also used his free hand to touch her chin and coax her into looking at him. She did look at him, but only for the shortest of moments, because she felt rather uncomfortable there. There were quite a few reasons for this; the main one being that in the past, the only people that had touched her in even the slightest, had hurt her in some way.
It was just a reaction to not trust them.
She flinched away, tightening her grip on the jacket, as almost a way to comfort herself. She backed off just a little, watching Remy apprehensively. For a split moment she had had a look of pain written clearly within her eyes, as she had stared right back into Remy's own, but now it was gone and she looked just the same as she had before. Stoic. Cold almost, like there was no life within her. Sometimes she could show emotion - and she certainly had it, it was just bottled up and she only let it out when she was on her own.
"It's nothing." She lied smoothly, though Gambit could probably tell that she was lying.
He mentioned going somewhere with him, and she stared at him almost curiously. It sounded like a nice placce but Ash didn't want to burden anyone, plus she wasn't very sociable, and not at all goo with crowds. "I ... I'm not sure. I don't do well around people."She admitted, a sharp tone to her voice, but this was only because she was still being somewhat defensive. People made her feel on edge, and there was no telling what she would do if she were around too many of them ... But whatever this place was, it sounded rather nice.
Real food and a bed.
Heaven.
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Post by Remy LeBeau on Mar 28, 2009 22:23:31 GMT -7
It was such a change, going from actually talking to her, to just short sentences from the girl. Remy could only imagine the kind of things she had gone through in her life, and what his imagination cooked up probably wasn't even half of what she truly had dealt with. He wasn't a fool, he had heard Wolverine scream from nightmares before. Had witnessed the evil that Sabretooth harbored. Even his family's rivals, the assassins guild, wasn't as harsh and evil as Weapon X. Why that place was still allowed to remain open was beyond Remy.
Pulling away from him, putting distance between them, Remy just watched her. He didn't take it personally that she did those things. Heck, he didn't even know her, not really. They were still very much strangers to each other. "I don' look it, don' really act it eit'er, but I am one o' de good guys. Shockin', I know." A lot of good they were doing though, sitting back and watching as mutants were persecuted without even speaking out, let alone using their powers to help. Though, thanks to the Brotherhood, Remy had a hard time blaming the humans.
"Ya don' have t' interact wit' a bunch o' people, promise. In fact, I barely even interact wit' dem. Spend my nights out in de city, my days asleep. It's a school, built an' maintained solely fo' de purpose o' helpin' mutants. I ain't sayin' ya have t' stay dere an' enroll an' all, jus' let dem help ya out. Get some new clothes, a nice long bath, sleep. If ya leave in de mornin', dats ya choice, same if ya stay. It's one o' those places were ya always welcome, no matter what. Honestly, I didn't t'ink it was really my kind o' place when I first heard 'bout it, an' realized dat I was wrong. 'Sides, it's pretty nice, livin' in a mansion."
Remy talked as if he wasn't used to it, though he was, very much so. He had grown up in a mansion, grown up on the wealthy side of life. He couldn't complain about that, though had also spent his fair share of time living on the streets with nothing to his name. "I know ya ain't alright, so jus' give in. What do ya have t' lose? Ya get t' spend de evening wit a handsome devil-eyed guy, an' get a bunch o' stuff out o' it."
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Post by Ashley-Raine Wolfe on Mar 29, 2009 7:46:18 GMT -7
Ash had been behaving herself lately, but she was probably quite akin to Sabertooth in the prime of her days. Not quite as evil, but she'd had that feral personality, and those animalistic tendencies just like him. Her anger however was probably more like Wolverines. She'd never met the two of them, but having lived at Weapon X for most of her life, she had certainly heard stories of them. Tales of just how useful they had been - Wolverine especially. She'd also heard of how he'd needed to be recaptured, but the task had always turned out to be much too difficult.
Remy spoke to her, and Ash looked over at him, bringing herself out of her thoughts once more. He was right with what he said - he didn't really look like he was one of the good guys, what with those devilish eyes, and just his general appearance. Ash had always imagined the good guys to be all angelic like, and goody-goody, but Gambit wasn't a thing like that. First of all, Ash had sat with him as he gambled, and wasn't that supposed to be a sin or something? She couldn't remember, but she was sure that it wasn't really one of the good things to do.
Either way, she didn't mind Remy. He had helped her more than he could ever understand. It was rare that anyone ever took the time of day to even just talk to Ash, instead of shout rude comments at her, or throw empty cans at her back because they thought she was different. Not just because of they fact she was a hunchback either - because of her flattened and concealed wings - but more because of the scar across her face, and her tattered clothing. She wasn't exactly the most approachable person either.
"Sorry." She said quietly and almost softly, though her voice held no feeling or indication to the fact that she really was being apologetic, though she was. She hadn't meant to react that way, or do those things, like backing off. She knew she should be more grateful, but she didn't trust Remy completely yet, and probably never would. It hadn't mattered before how close she got to someone, or believed in them; she was always paranoid that in the end she was going to be hurt again.
The winged female let her eyes meet with Remy's once more as he spoke of the school and what went on there, and part of it intrigued the female even more. If she didn't have to interact with people, then that would be perfect. The odd person would be fine, she believed, though it was also unlikely that she would receive actual help. She would decide if she wanted to stay there once she'd had a look around, and seen all the things she wanted to see - though she still wasn't sure about it.
Finally she sighed and then straightened up with the faintest of nods, burying her head in Remy's coat for a few seconds as she breathed in the scent. It was a habit of hers; sniffing things. People would have to get used to it, because she did it a lot - nothing she did would ever change the fact that she was very much an animal, no matter her appearance and intelligence. "Okay, well when you put it like that-" She began, referring to the Cajun's last set of words in which he called himself handsome. This was Ash's way of lightening up, though her tone of voice hardly changed. "I'll go with you."
Her hand was still resting on her head, rubbing it slightly to ease the pain away, as it was still throbbing immensely, though luckily she was quite distracted from it. She wasn't going to tell Remy what she'd heard though ... That ticking sound. It had sounded like some sort of bomb, or gadget going off, though all she'd gotten from it was a bad headache. "But on one condition; you can't leave my side." She was half way to trusting Remy, even if it wasn't completely, and didn't want to be left in the presence of lots of people she didn't know.
She could actually go crazy.
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Post by Remy LeBeau on Apr 4, 2009 20:28:25 GMT -7
Something about Ashley intrigued Remy, and she was growing on him. She was pretty, but it wasn't even that, it was something deeper that he couldn't, and didn't really want to understand. It was unlikely he'd even be sticking around long anyway, so why get anymore attachments then he already had? Maybe it was their shared eye color, maybe it was that look in her eye that reminded him so much of his ex-wife, who knew, but Remy wanted to see it out. To see if she stayed or left the institute.
The more logical part of Remy's mind was reminding him that he didn't want an unofficial 'side-kick' like Jubilee had become to Wolverine. He wasn't interested in any of that, and was slightly fearful that a relationship with anyone a decade younger would lead to that. Hopefully it wouldn't come to that.
Hearing that she would go to the institute made Remy feel a bit better about her, considering her physical appearance. She had mentioned her healing factor, but Remy wasn't sure exactly how they worked. Could she still starve to death? Because she didn't look like she'd been eating a lot. But then again, if her body started eating itself, it'd just heal itself too. It was too difficult of a mental debate for Remy to get into at the moment, as he pushed the thoughts out of his mind. "Good t' hear chere. An' I'll stick 'round dere, but do have t' leave ya 'fore jus' a second. Go get my money an' all. Stay here an' don' collapse o' anyt'in', I've already reached my damsel in distress quota dis week."
With that said, Remy quickly returned to the table he had been playing at, cashing in the stack of chips that had sat there, untouched. No one dared to touch Remy's property, and those who thought about it were corrected by others at the table. In the world of gambling, Remy's name was tossed around a lot, and everyone always had a story about him. Some more comical than others.
Returning with his money in his pocket, Remy was happy to find that Ashley wasn't lying on the floor or anything. He could only do so much in a week, he was, after all, mortal. However, he did such godly stuff all the time that it was very hard to keep in mind.
"De institute is out in Westchester. Drove out t' New York obviously, but parked a bit away. I like de walk...or rat'er...de runs on de rooftops." He almost always made long trips across the city on foot, but often times it had to do with the various stops on the way to his destination. At his core, he was a thief. On the wrong side of the law, yet neither good nor bad, just neutral. He couldn't help dropping down in alleys and making a quick buck off pick-pocketing a confused tourist. It gave him a high, and the adrenaline needed to make such trips on foot.
"I'd tell ya t' keep up, but I'm guessin' ya wings ain't gonna let ya slow me down." Whether she flew or went by foot, Remy really didn't care, it was her personal choice. He just didn't like having to move long distances with people who couldn't keep up at all. "Come on chere." Going to the alley where they met, Remy quickly scaled the ladder on the side of the building, standing on the very edge, looking down at the streets and city. Probably thanks to his spending so much time with trained assassins, he had almost no fears, at least, none that had ever come up before.
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Post by Ashley-Raine Wolfe on Apr 5, 2009 16:21:57 GMT -7
Likewise, Ash felt a strange connection with the male. In some strange way he was like the friend she'd never had. Well, she atleast hoped that friends bahaved in the way that he had been in the short time they'd know eachother. She wouldn't know though, ofcourse, because she didn't have any friends, and couldn't imagine herself having any. There had been people that she'd worked with before, but no-one that she'd cared about, or whom had cared about her. She had very much been a loner, and had enjoyed it.
Anyway, Ash wasn't the type of person you would tell all your secrets to and that nonsense, or atleast she didn't appear to be. She was very rough around the edges and not the most approachable of people - males in general knew that more than anyone else. However it was quite likely that she would indeed turn out to be a rather loving person, if only one gave her the chance to act like the teenager that she was. Because she hadn't had a childhood, Ash had been forced to grow up rather quickly.
She was rather relieved to hear that Remy would try to not leave her side, though he'd mentioned that he had to for a moment. She nodded as he left, though a frown flashed in her expression for just a moment as he mentioned damsels in distress. She couldn't remember a single time when she'd needed such help, and didn't think there ever had been. She was a tough cookie to say the least, and maybe it was cheating, but her healing factor did a lot of the work for her.
She didn't even know if she could starve to death, but was pretty sure that drowning would do the trick quite nicely, if anyone so wished to kill her. She was quite sure a lot of people did want to, though most of them were human and couldn't possibly muster the strength to hold her under water. Apart from that, she didn't know what else could kill her, and didn't intend to find out.
She waited, leaning against the all, but her head still throbbing, and as Remy returned she listened to him speak. So thi School, or whatever it was, was in Westchester. Ash had been there a couple of times, but not really because she' had the intention to do so. She'd had nothing else to do, so wandering around had been the only hobby that she could do. It wasn't like she could get a job; for starters she wasn't sure if she could trust herself around too many people. And secondly, she had not a single qualification.
"I walk a lot." She stated simply. Walking was no problem for her, nor was running on the rooftops. As Remy mentioned keeping up, and about her wings, she waited til he went to the alley, and she followed him there, half wondering if those woman back in the building were actually getting jealous over nothing. Honestly she would not be surprised - they had practically been clutching to him before, and silently cat fighting with eachother. Obviously enough they were a fan of Gambit's.
She watched as the male scaled the ladder and was then stood upon the edge and looking down. "I defintely won't be slowing you down." She said, just loud enough for the male to hear. Rather carefully, she removed the male's coat from her own shoulders, and inadvertedly sniffed it, taking in the male's scent. It may have seemed rather a strange ting to do, for anyone watching, but it was a habit of the female's and strangely enough, she found that she liked Remy's scent. Perhaps it had something to do with her being almost wolf like.
Who knew.
Clutching it with one hand, she practically ripped her own trench coat away and tossed it aside. There was no need for that anymore anyway, and it was nice to be rid of the dirtied piece of clothing. With it gone however, Ash was finally able to stretch her wings out to full length. They happened to incredibly beautiful, almost angelic like, apart from the black feathers, and despite the dirt that covered nearly every single inch of them, they were still magnificent. However, the dirt posed a problem, and without even attemoting to fly, Ash knew that she would not be able to.
A quiet sigh escaped her, and the female slung the coat over her shoulder and released the claws on both her hands. She took a rather graceful leap at the wall, and dug her claws in, climbing up that way until she was at the top, at which point she jumped over the edge and was stood next to Remy, her wings half folded, and with a metallic scraping sound, her claws were sheathed. "Lead the way then ... Remy." She spoke softly, yet still expressionless. It was odd for her to be calling someone by their first name.
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Post by Remy LeBeau on Apr 11, 2009 19:10:51 GMT -7
For the briefest of moments, Remy thought of Scott's disapproving glare that would probably greet them at some point. It was funny, everyone else could bring people back to institute and it was assumed that they would become new residents, but not Remy. No, if Remy brought someone back, a female of course, it was assumed that he was whisking her away to his bedroom. The interesting part was that Remy never brought anyone back to his room before, solely because he didn't want to deal with the questions later, and because he didn't like bringing people home with him. Having women know his address was always a little odd for Remy, as he didn't want to see most of them again.
Now, standing at the very edge of the roof, Remy just watched Ash remove the coats, only to put his coat back on, after smelling it of course. He had noticed her do it before, but hadn't said anything that time either. It was odd, though wouldn't be the first time that someone had smelled his coat, just the first time he wasn't wearing it at the time. He'd been told he smelled good by women, but he wasn't a women, nor did he smell himself. Something about spicy and a tobacco mixture or whatever. Either way, it was always a tad odd.
It wasn't until she started climbing up the wall that Remy truly saw Sabretooth in the girl. He'd been in this same situation with Sabretooth, jumping around on rooftops, watching the man climb walls, and every time Remy just wanted to blow up the whole building, Sabretooth included. Ironically, he had the chance to kill the monster multiple times in the past, and never did it. No, letting him live was a much better punishment.
Pulling himself out of his thoughts, Remy simply nodded his understanding to Ash. As long as she could keep up, he didn't care. Besides, it gave him an opportunity to watch her and calculate just how physically good she was. Scott would want to know later, when he found out where she was from.
Stepping off the ledge, Remy silently turned towards a row of buildings, taking off at a run towards the other edge. Using the ledge to boost him higher, Remy jumped from one rooftop to the next, landing perfectly silently in a crouch each time, before standing and doing it again. Jumping around the dark New York skyline always made Remy feel completely free, more so now that he could see the sentinels below, shining in the lamplight of the streets. They were out for blood, but they'd never get Remy's. That was only one reason why his method of travel was almost solely rooftops now. But then again, tonight he did have that stop earlier, the one that landed him the emerald necklace in one of his belt pouches. Letting his thoughts take over as his body was almost on auto-pilot, Remy paid little attention to the distance between the rooftops, until he came to a distance greater then his own body could take him. Pulling out his bo-staff and extending it mid-run, Remy used it to vault himself to the next rooftop, landing gracefully as always.
Instead of continuing this time, Remy turned to face Ash, holding up his staff in an offering. "Need help?" For whatever reason, she decided not to fly, which just seemed weird to Remy. He saw her wings and they were just like Angel's, huge. So why not use them? Hell, if Remy could fly, he'd be using that power all the time. Flying through museums would be considerably harder though.
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