3628/Yonkers WTH is in Yonkers
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| Yonkers WTH is in Yonkers | |
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| 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.