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Remy LeBeau
04 April 2006 @ 11:40 am
Wasn't no way to back out now, Remy, I tol' myself. The door'd been knocked on, and I could hear the shuffle of feet comin' to answer it. It'd already been a couple'a weeks since M-Day, an' we'd all had our hands more'n full with the tent city that'd sprung up on our front yard, them shiny new Sentinels standin' over us like big metal vultures, and still keepin' the school open an' runnin'. Even I couldn't get out of doin' my mentor thing, and right now, it did appear to be needed, and bad.

Finally, though, I'd carved out some time this mornin' to go say hello and actually spend a few grown-up and alone minutes with Rogue. Not that I was expectin' anything romantic or all, but I was definitely lookin' forward to talkin' to someone about things other than homework and why 'Mr. Summers' is such a hard-ass and what a boy should do about 'funny feelings' around so many young ladies in skintight outfits.

Oui, especially that last one.

Rogue cracked open the door and turned a sleepy green eye at me. I waved.

"Jus' lil' ol' me," I said, smilin'.

The door opened further, revealin' my gal looking very sleep-rumpled and sexy as all hell in an oversized shirt I was pretty sure she'd lifted from my closet. My smile dipped a little. It was almost ten, I hadn't thought I'd be wakin' her up.

"Late night, chere?"

((Open to Rogue))
 
 
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Remy LeBeau
24 February 2006 @ 01:11 pm
When is a raven like a writin' desk?

Supposedly, there's no answer t' that riddle. I believe that-- spent a whole two days on tryin' t' figure it out when I was a little bit of a thing, and if you knew my attention span back then, you know that's sayin' something.

When is a mutant not a mutant?

Once upon a time, there wouldn't've been an answer to that one, either. But voila, overnight, there was an answer for all but a hundred ninety-eight of us. The answer was, "when some crazy lil' gal decides they shouldn't be".

Me, I've always been plenty at ease with bein' a mutant, and havin' these powers. They've been a help more'n a hindrance, especially in my chosen profession, and they do make for some spectacular party tricks. I got no problem with that whatever gene that switches on a body's powers, and I got no problem with other people gettin' all switched on themselves.

Nah, it's the other stuff about me I've had problems with. It's the folks who've had a hand in turnin' and twistin' my life down the kinds of roads I ain't never wanted to walk. Some I had to deal with willingly, some not so much, and too often they ended up bein' the baddest of the bad. Didn't do too much for the good of my own soul, either.

'Course, I gotta wonder 'bout Rogue. She sittin' back, wonderin' how them 198 got chosen? Is she thinkin', "why not me?" I hope not, but I still gotta wonder, knowin' her. Like most times, it's 'bout time we did some talkin', and neither one of us seems willin' to open the parlay.

Guess I'm gonna have to. Yup. Any minute now.
 
 
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Remy LeBeau
17 January 2006 @ 08:47 am
My life is rated R!



Your life is rated R!

What is your life rated? (MPAA Scale)

Take Other Caffeine Nebula Quizzes
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Remy LeBeau
10 January 2006 @ 02:41 pm
Seven Things I Plan to do Before I Die:

1. Win a World Poker Tour tournament without even cheating
2. Break into Fort Knox and the Louvre, just to prove I can
3. Convince Henry McCoy that a small, tasteful inhibitor bracelet is a good idea
4. Get Belladonna to leave me the hell alone
5. Put a knife right into Sinister's heart
6. Get Rogue to play house
7. ... and make us a few pretty lil' Lebeaus

Seven Things I Can Do:

1. Steal anything, anytime, from anyone, anywhere
2. Eat po'boys, gumbo, etoufee and jambalaya and still maintain my girlish figure
3. Build a ten foot-tall house of cards
4. Ballroom dance-- even the Thieves and Assassin Guilds have cotillions
5. Get into more trouble that's not my fault than anyone
6. Charm my way into any club, restaurant, etc. no matter how crowded
7. Stay perfectly still for three hours if I have to

Seven Things I Can't Do:

1. Wait in line for anything (at least not without trying to charm my way to the front)
2. Lose the accent, not that I want to
3. Get Belladonna to leave me the hell alone
4. Keep from flexin' my thievin' muscles
5. Resist the urge to push some peoples' buttons
6. Be touchy-feely (in the emotional sense, heh)
7. Stay away from Rogue for long

Seven Things that Attract me to Another Person:

1. Self-confidence
2. Toughness
3. A good and easy smile
4. The willingness to eat people food, not rabbit food
5. An ability to fill out spandex (or leather, these days)
6. Enough naughty in 'em that I don't have to feel like a heel for bein' me
7. Occasionally gettin' one over on me

Seven Things I Say Most Often:

1. "Petit"
2. "Chere..."
3. "Trust me."
4. "Just a little kiss?"
5. "But how much is it worth?"
6. "Oui."
7. "I didn't do it."

If you're readin' this and you ain't done it, go ahead and do it
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