3628/Yonkers WTH is in Yonkers

Yonkers WTH is in Yonkers
Date of Scene:	11 January 2018
Location:	Yonkers, Westchester County
Synopsis:	Summary needed
Cast of Characters:	Gambit, Phoenix

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Gambit has posed:
Years ago... somewhere under New York...

Screams, explosions and cries for help. Cries beyond walls of stone and debris. Remy LeBeau's heart is laced with frigid ice water, it pounds through his veins and he cracks his fist against a rock again and again while someone near him sniffles, a young girl, tiny, vulnerable looking and pink haired. Catching himself he knows he has only one option here, the rest are lost...

"It be okay petit, gonna get you somewhere safe. Far away an safe from all de bad people. " Himself included, a two fingered glove reaches out and takes the mutant younglings hand and he guides her in to the darkness...

Snapping awake Remy's eyes narrow and he looks around, an empty room, the stench of old nicotene, booze and /other/. A body next to him stirs, a pale hand splays across his chest and scratches against skin. A light flickers outside his window, neon pink.. pink... then orange, then red. He is not in the past. This isn't years ago in the Morlock Tunnels this is now. Somewhere in Yonkers, a cheap hotel, a cheap date, he can't even remember her name, it was pretty last night. This morning? It's just more of that same word... /cheap/. His last time in the Mansion was before Christmas, before the New Year. It's 2026 now.

Prying loose of his companion the Cajun puts an unlit cigarette between his lips, a dry taste, rancid almost but welcome, his lips quirk around the butt and he hooks pants with a toe and begins pulling them up his legs.

]]Whoever be hunting me with them loud footsteps in my head best up and just say as much.Remy LeBeau is by no means psychic but he knows his mind, spent enough time with the X-Men and is always aware of self to surroundings.

The cold sweat he is bathed in forgotten, the lovely blond on the bed who thinks is named Julia? Janine? More or less forgotten and he continues to finish clothing himself. The girl was sweet, enthusiastic and had a Southern accent. That was all enough for him last night. He needed something less angst filled and sharp than hes grown accostumed to.

She doesn't stir and he doesn't wake her. Remy leaves the room with the silence of a shadow and steps out in front of the hotel, now lighting up his cigarette. The tip of it the brightest thing in these hours other than the garish neon lighting of signs advertising this highway side shit hole.

Phoenix has posed:
Jean Grey was in her office preparing to get up and go to bed when she got a call from a mutant, a former student, a very mentally troubled teenage girl who'd run away from the school and left a note begging for people not to follow her. Jean had, along with another of the X-Men. It wasn't a giant fancy mission, it was caring teachers going to go after a student who was in need of help.

The help they were trying to give to the young girl brought them to the motel that Remy happened to be at. The girl had rented a room there, several doors down from Remy's.

It would be a minute or so after he stepped out that he'd see the curious sight of Jean Grey... stepping out of a motel room??

She was wearing a black jacket, her arms were crossed over her stomach and her eyes were out on the road as a semi-truck barreled past. She seemed somber, disheartened?

Gambit has posed:
Jean Grey and Remy LeBeau at a hotel in Yonkers at a stupid hour of the morning? People would talk wouldn't they. Gambit wouldn't mind. A sterling reputation is never concern for a thief but no, they're not stepping out of the same room. They're two familiar faces in a strange place here for different reasons.

"You here for me or you experiencing some life outside of your closed up Lil' Mutant House on the Prairie?" Remy taunts, the humor in his voice a side towards the acidic though. He's still sour after Beast and Phoenix more or less took turns jabbing stakes through his hide.

Boots crunch gravel, the short distance closed between rooms shes in front of and he is, a hand nudging her motel room door open, hes curious, its part of his nature. Without curious he wouldn't get in to half of the fun he finds himself in. "Who you being a delightful sin with, eh?" It is cold out these hours. His clothes a day worn if not more, wrinkled button up shirt, grey trench, a scarf around his neck, those gloves, black ripped pants and boots that have far too many buckles. He likes them. They remind him of a pirate.

Phoenix has posed:
Jean's eyes looked over to Remy, she wasn't surprised to see him here... she'd known he was here, she'd felt him once they'd pulled into the lot. But there'd been a lot on her mind up to now.

"Sadly, no." Jean softly replies to him. She turns then when he moves to lightly shove the door open and he'll find... Storm? In there? Storm on her phone though, standing at the foot of the bed. She was talking on her cell phone, her soft African accented voice speaking to someone? She was given a police report, running down someone's description.

"One of the students, she's run off. We were going to meet with here, she'd said we could pick her up here but she's vanished. Left us a note to leave her alone."

Jean turned around then and leaned back to put her hands on the metal railing, she leans back against it and watches Remy. "I think she's going to hurt herself if we can't find her, Remy. But... her mutation, she blocks out telepathy. Including Charles. Including cerebero."

Gambit has posed:
"So you tracking her?" Remy inquires. A flash of a smile gifted to Storm before he is standing beside Remy. Some part of him a little stung they were not seeking him out but thats fleeting. "You two an' Logan should have no problem at all."

That cigarette in Remy's hand tucks in to his knuckles so he can rake his hand through his hair, fingers threading out tangles.

"Oh right. She blocks telepathy. Logan your only bet then." He muses, it's clear hes got a hangover. The bags and rings under his eyes, the bloodshot, the heavy booze scent mingling with nicotene. "That pretty strong she block all dat out, huh?"

"Maybe she better off on her own. That school not for everyone, some folks bound not to fit." Hurt herself though, hes of a belief if she is intending to she is going to no matter what. Its hard to change stripes but then, maybe Remy is just on the side of not-so-sunny-positive lately.

Phoenix has posed:
Jean took her hands off of the overly cold railing and crossed her arms again over her stomach. She let Storm handle the phone call while she listened to Remy's sagely advice and she showed him a faint smirk. "Logan is indisposed, family troubles or something. I didn't ask him too deeply after he just sort of grunted words at me." She seemed a little miffed about that, but thats Logan for you... not exactly reliable.

Jean put her eyes over and onto Remy then and she sighed. "Its hard to just let a person go who needs our help. Even if she was overwhelmed by the school and the other students. She has no one, her mother passed and her father is in prison. Two older brothers but they're overseas in the military."

Jean shook her head back and forth. She looked up at Remy then. "Who are you shacked up with here?" She asked him, trying to get her mind someplace else most likely.

Gambit has posed:
"How much family troubles can a tree full of badgers have?" Remy jokes. The cigarette is offered over to the redhead, not that he has ever seen her touch one in her life. Never know. Polite is polite.

"Then you best be finding her, non?" The Cajun points outthe obvious. Some part of him wants to help, wants to dive on in and say optimistic-like that is what X-Men do but he doesn't voice it.

"Moi?" A look at the room door, "Jus' a friend. She look aweful good in cowboy hat an jeans." And he cannot remember her name for the life of him. Jasmine? Jackie? Jersey?

"Probably not as fun as spending a night in a room with 'Ro though." Lighter tug there.

"So this girl, she just happen to be out in these parts, huh? That a hell of a coincidence. Yonkers, you realize dis be Yonkers?"

Phoenix has posed:
Jean eyed the cigarette when he made the offer, she wasn't sure what to make of that... part of it was tempting, but ultimately she just shook her head at the offer and turned it down.

Jean listened to what he said about both Logan and then the girl, the Logan part made her smirk and the othe rpart just made her shake her head yet again at him. "You're encourageable, Remy LeBeau. Breaking women's hearts wherever you go." She glanced back up at him then.

"Her grandparents owned a place here, but they died last year and the house went up for sale. I guess she tried to sneak into it, but the new owners caught her and chased her off. She ended up here."

"Thank you, by the way, for bringing your sescapades to this place rather than your room at the school." She smirked at him softly then.

Gambit has posed:
"This mutual. No hearts to be broken just crappy hotel lamps." Two actually. Remy takes the smoke back, savoring it this time as tendrils of it's chemical release are inhald through nostrils same time.

Black on red studies Jean, stares at her intently, "Remember, chere, I'm unfit to be at your school. You been so busy you ain't realized eh? I decided I won't be teaching anyone, forgot to leave that bit of paperwork in your mailbox." A shrug from the man and he removes his attention from her, looking off towards the distance. "They got enough negative influences ahead o' them, adding me just another mistake on your part. I mebbe be around, mebbe not for extracurricular. Flip a coin, make a bet? Got a gamble in there somewhere to decide." The Remy way of saying hes sorting his mind out.

Phoenix has posed:
Jean watched Storm continue to pace inside the motel room on the phone while she listened to Remy's words spoken to her. She shifted her weight against the guard rail and looked back over at him past her messy firey red hair that was unkempt at the moment, draping down the sides of her face.

"Actions aside, Remy." She replied. "Questionable ethics and... taste in women included." Poor Rogue. "You're well liked by the student body, by and large. The girls adore you, the guys want to be like you. So the argument 'but the kids love you' holds some water here."

She gave him a slight smirk. "I've used that argument to make sure you're allowed to be there. We trust you enough to know that you won't harm anyone, not... intentionally, at least. Or so I'd personally like to believe." That was like a whole compliment from Jean!

Gambit has posed:
"Does it?" Remy questions, "Kids are great. They're fun, they need the guidance and the security, yeah but they not everything there. Thats not why I was there, Jean. You know this, I was there for me and for the X-Men." A flex of his hand, that glove creaks and he plucks his cigarette free of his lips to throw it, it *pops* out of existance in a pink-purple kinetic discarge. About like a small blackcat firework.

"I am harmless. A few snowballs, a broken mug." A shrug of sinewy shoulders, "Rest of you, you all need to lighten up. This whole thing last time, major buzzkill, make me wanna just 'go', folks so tight wound and at one another's throats. You know I was this close to puttin' Hank through a wall?"
"So very close. I dun personally care what kind of turmoil he goin' through, we all got ours. You just don't talk to people like dat unless you want to throw down where I grew up. Be a duel an' some blood. An what you do? You stand there makin' excuses for him."

Phoenix has posed:
Jean had a hard time with these words from the Cajun. Sure most of what he said made sense, for his well being, but what they lacked was any compassion toward their group... as a unit, as a family. This is what she was trying to uphold, not individuality but a group that should mean more to everyone.

"I'm sorry, Remy." She said softly to him. "I won't stand here and make excuses for Hank flying off the handle over a coffee cup and a little snow. All I can say is that he's been looking for you, to apologize. Which I think at least, is something..."

Her head shook side to side, she looked into the motel room where Storm was and then sighed. "I just want this, to work, so that we can have something to be proud of. A gathering of people who prove that society can work, that with combined efforts... -good- can be achieved. To help people, people like us." She glanced over at him.

"People who needed help, when they weren't sure anyone would give it." Her eyes darted up and down his form. "But its not your thing, I get that. I've pushed it on you too much too, hoping you'd 'come around' and join in on it."

Gambit has posed:
"Oh?" Remy questions about the apology. Pride, anger, that Cajun steam. They're present. "Well, I am not gone. Just... not there right now, you understand this me one foot out the door, ma cherie. I felt a thing, back in there, " A jerk of his thumb over shoulder, "Not what you thinking! Not dirty things. A mental thing, like someone was looking for me. I kinda hoped it was you."

"Turns out you all just lookin' for some runaway who likely need you a lot more than a selfish angry scoundrel like me." A hand reaches up again, rubbing along the stubble on his jaw. "You're high minded, righteous and got the right goals, Jean. They good things you wanna do. Not easy keeping it together. I couldn't do it."

"Not my thing? No. My thing is wanting to help, not my thing is getting insulted time an' time again for bein' myself. You all wanna pretend you a team an' family but can't accept the man for what he be." A glower and a turn of his head, "I was just trying to make you laugh. Your blue friend, he exposed me to what you all still think of me. I don't fit."

Phoenix has posed:
Jean's head shook side to side. "We don't think poorly of you, Remy. Well... Hank might, but Hank is a very... high society type. Its hard to meet his standards of how people should act, even for me."

She looked over at him then. "If you were in trouble and called to us, any of us, Hank included... We'd come to find you too." She wasn't sure he'd believe her on that but in her heart she believed it to be true.

A slight grin was shown to him then. "But not when you're shacked up in a motel with Daisy Duke." Jean glanced down the row of rooms to the one Remy had come out of. "If you call us to join you on that, you'd be summarily hung up on." She teased him further.

A moment later and Ororo stepped out of the motel. She told them both that the report had been filed and that she was going to take the hotel keys to the manager's office. Storm greeted Remy with a small smile and then departed from the two of them on her way to do just that.

Gambit has posed:
"High society?" Remy scoffs, "A nerd with no social skills you mean? I get it. He upset right now, got his issues took 'em out at me. Wrong place wrong time." A headshake.

"I get in some trouble I usually find my own way out. Part of my charm." The man imposes then looks back at his room, "You sure? She mighty energetic. A point there las... " Remy stops, its like he realizes who he is talking to and just flashes a smile. "That better, see, a smile, that all I ever want most days."

The thief sighs low and long as Ororo comes out, he doesn't settle for a simple smile/greet, she gets a hug and a whisper. The woman is after all a main reason he ended up on the X-Men radar back when. The depature accepted though and not sought after.

"Look, I just need a lil time, I'm not this uncertain, not a baby about this either but given things, your words, Hanks words, you all got me thinking. I'll show back up but I don't want to teach anymore. I jus' want to be an X-Man, do X-man things. The rest of that one big ole headache plus this way I can run around without my pants on. No one bustin' my balls for lettin' them hang out." It is his turn to grin now.

Phoenix has posed:
Jean smiled at Storm and thanked her, her closest friend at the school. Once Ro had stepped away though she looked back at Remy and just shook her head gently at what he'd said, the first part at least. The latter part she reached up and stroked her red hair back behind her right ear.

"You're always going to have your 'balls busted' for wearing no pants in the school, Remy. Its a school for crying out loud." She smirked at him. "But no teaching, thats fine, just X-Men thats fine too. I need help with that stuff, you know. Its not easy juggling all the things I have to juggle... or choose to juggle."

"So thats really all I'm asking out of you, is some help... with all of the X-Men things. The school stuff? I'll take care of that."

Jean would turn then and face the parking lot again. She and Storm had arrived in Scott's car, a fancy sports car... modern and a deep crimson red.

Gambit has posed:
"Well I had pants on that time." He counters, Remy did. He has actually not to his memory ever run around the school without pants on. He is not completely uncivilized. "You realize Ororo sunbathes on the roof? Full nature's vision." How he knows this is a secret.

"I can ride the lawnmower around, you put me on the payrole for groundskeeper, well paid groundskeeper and I'll make sure to behave myself. A lil better at least."

"I never left the X-Men, not leaving anything but work, work that makes people go crazy. Just, time, a lot has happened. Got to hear my own voice again in my head."

The sports car gets a look, "That man got some expensive tastes." Remy's red and black eyes drift back to Jean, "Good taste but expensive. He should keep a close eye on it if he wants to keep it. Real close."

Phoenix has posed:
Jean was aware of Storm's taste in shedding clothing, but she was also aware of the woman being exceptionally careful and when and how she did it. "I'll get upset with her if she prances through the school. But until then, she knows when thats appropriate and not." Though it certainly wasn't something Jean was going to rush to ever do.

"I know. A lot has happened to you, you need time to let the dust settle." She agreed with a little nod. "I can get you onto the Groundskeeper list, but you know who's in charge of that team right?" She asked him, looking back to him with a little smile. "Your furry friend." Logan.

Her eyes then glanced out to Scott's car. "He manages his money well. He doesn't spend it on cards and..." She glanced back to his motel room down the way. "Women in jeans shorts and cowboy hats."

Her emeralad eyes went back to him and she smiled a little again. "You could learn a lot from Scott. You should ask to follow him around, take notes." Now she was just playing with the Cajun!

Gambit has posed:
"Is he? Pass." Remy says, "You know, go ahead. Put me there. He can have his fun when I never show to work. It just a title, yeah?"

"Learn to be frugile and boring all while pulling off patches on my elbows? No, I'll manage just fine being Remy. Plus who says I spend a dime on anything?" Both dark brows arch upwards.

"You maybe do better and learn a lot from me. Life is often better this side of the fence. That side where we live for the moment and not buried in chores, responsibilities and the woes of the world."

Phoenix has posed:
Jean softly shook her head side to side when she heard him talking about already sherking work duties... that easily made her mind picture an inevitable confrontation between Logan and Remy, maybe Hank would show up to it and yell at the two of them too!

"Is that free wisdom?" Jean asked him then, pushing off of the metal railin gand facing the man while she stared up at him. "LeBeau Brand Moralities?" She half-smirked at him. "I'm becoming a doctor too, you know. To help as many people as I can, as many ways as I can muster. Thats why you and I are in different worlds... I want to help others, you're in it just to help, Remy." She reached her right hand up and out to poke him in the chest.

"Where are you going next?" She asked him. "Are you going to say goodbye to your lady friend in there? I think she just woke up." Jean could tell, her mind was tuned that sharply.

Gambit has posed:
Remy's tall enough to stare down his cheekbones at her, to smile with a lopsided manner that has been called rogueish and attractive. The chest poke has him reaching up to give her mussed up hair a flick and twirl of one fingertip, capturing a couple strands around his finger then jabbing her in the forehead, "You got me wrong, helping Remy is helping others." Redemption. Thats the idea, he comes off sly, dodgy and often out for himself but his hearts gold and shiny.

"Did she? Ah, I'm torn, I go back in or I duck out. Hearts to break you know, she a nice gal but if she start speaking love, dating an wanting to know my real name all bets off." The man rubs the back of his neck, that grin still present, "Everything that come out of my mouth wisdom too, just so we clear there."

"What you think I should do, huh? Maybe flip a coin."

Phoenix has posed:
Jean's eyes looked up as he toyed with her messy hair, she'd rushed out of the school so quickly and ran her hands through it out of nervousness and stress so many times over this runaway girl that it was just... all kinds of bedhead in style.

"Right." Jean said back at him quietly and gave a little shake of her head.

"I know precisely what you should do." The redhead said back at him, her voice soft and almost a whisper.

"You should... march right in there... grab her by the wrist. Spin around to look at you... Then tell her that you're taking her out to breakfast." A grin spreads over Jean's lips.

"Go to the Waffle House down the street. Treat her to a great pancake and eggs platter... Tell her how much fun you had with her last night and that you'd love to do it again sometime... Tell her what your real name is, tell her that you're a Groundskeeper at a very pristigeous and expensive bording school for gifted children."

Jean was talking in a borderline flirtatious way, teasing more? "Be, honest, with, her. Thats what I think you should do."

Gambit has posed:
"You're adorable, Jeanie." Remy replies, "You think a one night stand works dat way? Thats how you begin a relationship with someone. No, take a lil more than tight shorts and a nice smile to make me wanna get hitched up." Again? A quirk of his lips, a stare in to those green eyes with his red-blacks, "Wait, you not saying you want to go get some waffles with me are you?" The dance continues. His hands actually reach down and take Jean's hips and he steps to the side, almost like hes got eyes on the back of his head. Dodging from the opening of the window curtain where an attractive young blonde peers out, yawns and then shuts the curtain again.

Once satisfied shes not seen them his hands drop to his sides again, "It a dance, it all a dance. De polite thing to do is no be honest an just see yourself away, maybe I am getting rusty an should just listen to me. Not you." A grin at the cute redhead.

Phoenix has posed:
Jean stepped aside with him after smiling to what he'd asked, pushing her words off onto her rather than his guest of honor from the previous night spilled over into the day today.

Her head softly shakes at him. "Oh no. I'm not going to be your breakfast, after Miss Daisy was your main course." She tells him. "I'm far too good for that, Remy LeBeau." She was happier though. He had managed to elevate her mood at least, the playful banter took her out of the dreadful place of which had now been turned over to the police...

Jean glanced back over her shoulder and then looked back to him. "Not today... maybe sometime soon though, I'll let you buy me some waffles." She gave him a sly grin. Jean was a busy woman though, finding her with any shred of free time almost always seemed impossible.

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"I never said you'd be my breakfast." Remy replies with a quizzical look, "You are projecting on my good honor, lady red." That smile. It is beaming now.

As though hes become aware of it shrinks back down to a quirk off one side, "No, seriously, I meant an actual breakfast with you an' Ororo while we look for dis girl."

"You maybe jus' be my ride out of here and way to freedom, dodge a whole lot. We call it a date? You afraid of me we can even have our friend chaperone."

While hes talking hes buttoning up the top few loose beads of his shirt, trying to make himself at least more presentable, "Daisy Duke probably got some angry cousins around here wanna run me over anyhow in a big ole orange monster car."

Phoenix has posed:
Jean let his words mull over inside of her head. She glanced around then she saw Storm coming back out from the Mangers Office. "I think thats probably a good idea, yes. If you need a ride, I'm starving... and I think we've got a long day ahead of ourselves trying to track this girl down. Its in the hands of the police now too, and we're registered as her legal guardians, but... I fear what they might do if they discover she's a mutant."

Jean pulled the sports car's keys out of her pocket and she turns toward the parking lot. "I imagine your Daisy in there is used to this kind of ordeal anyway, afterall... you both seem to enjoy each other, and she probably knows full well what kind of man you are." Jean had to laugh slightly as she started to walk to catch up with Storm who was headed back their way, her white mowhawk gently moving in the wind.

Gambit has posed:
"What kinda man I am, eh? Don't they all." Remy's chuckle is light, on the side of forced. It is almost as though he might be a little embarassed, "It not like i asked any of you to show up here." A look to Storm and back at Jean drawing up beside the two of them, "Best we find her then, she on foot probably not far so we got some time. You really need to learn to use GPS trackers on some of these students, make things a lot easier now days."

The dark beauty is more than used to Remy's mannerisms, afterall, shes one of his oldest friends, "Welcome back, 'ro, Jean just expressing how jealous she is of my new friend. You missed it."