comtempation / gambit

[rogue]

Rogue overlook the scene of the past destruction and where workers were attempting to fix the suspending bridge. Wanting to help but to risky by the struggle of her powers that she was still trying to cope with. Taking off her gloves, emerald eyes looked down upon the white silky hands, the ones that she had drained so many people, unintentionally, and with the help of her foster mother, Mystique, attempting to control her ability to absorb. Not only did the mutant drain the persons energy and power to be used temporarily by her, she was able to see their past, haunting her in the nights that would come. Glance changed to the horizon, the sky a hue of reds and purples as the sun began to set, the end of yet another day for only a new one to begin. Pondering if she should go home, prepare for her departure with her momma to Muir Island, her orbs just continued to look at the sunset and how it made everything feel calmer, very surreal. Yet, she knew that her life was anything but an already tagged as a mutant had been out casted from society all together. If it wasn’t for her momma, she would not know what she would be doing or probably dead by some other mutant.

Swallowing hard, Rogue attempted to wet her overly dry throat. She had no idea what she was to do in Muir Island, but all the training with Mystique had led to this moment and she would be able to show off her true potential. Excitemennt ran through her thoughts as well as worry, doubting if she would be able to fulfill whatever she was ordered to do and make her momma proud, the only person in her life that seemed to understand her, nothing like her Aunt. After Cody…no, she pushed those thoughts out of her head. It had been years since that incident though Rogue was never able to forgive herself, the only boy she had ever kissed still in a coma with no sign of waking up and it was her fault he was in that state to begin with. For him, for Cody she will succeed and become what her momma had planned her to do. Standing up a bit straighter, she ran her bare hand over her hair, tucking in the white strands behind her ears. The corner of her lips curled up a bit to form a weak smile. Things were going to be different now, she could feel it.

[remy]

Days seemed to blend together and pass by quickly lately. The man with the burning red eyes did as he was told, his actions more akin to autopilot than anything else. Steal this, steal that, in the end, it was all the same really. Didn't matter if it was a priceless vase or top secret codes, Remy never cared about the item. It was the thrill of the steal that kept the Cajun's attention, though lately, he had lost that thrill long ago. When Remy was working for his family's business, he loved every second. Going out with a group of his cousins, planning the heist weeks ahead of time, laughing as they ran away with the stolen item. Everything was good back then. Now, his world was changed. Alone in the world, Remy survived by stealing for himself and doing odd jobs for a mysterious man.

New York was a strange city, so disconnected with everything. Back home, there had been real values in people, but here, no one cared. Though there were some good things, like the abundance of people not paying attention to their valuables. That was when Remy's eyes focused on the woman who stood all by herself, possibly lost in her thoughts. The perfect target. Moving towards her, heavy boots made no sound on the sidewalk, though faint sounds came from Remy's duster, moving in the wind. While it was perfect that she was by herself, Remy knew that she would likely sense his presence as well.

The tall Cajun stood just behind her, slightly off to the side, though well within reach. "Tragic, ain't it? Almost gives New York a bad name, havin' all dese bad guys runnin' round, destroyin' stuff." As smooth words flowed out of Remy's mouth, his hand quickly plucked a worn wallet from the woman's back pocket. Smart of her to not carry around a purse, but foolish for her to be around when Remy was. Skillfully, Remy removed the paper money with one hand, returning the wallet before shoving the money into his own pocket. The whole ordeal took less than a minute, and soon enough, he'd walk away and be onto his next person.

[rogue]

Time passed by so carelessly that one would seem to get carried away in their thoughts that Rogue was thrown off guard. She blinked hearing a southern voice, one similar to her own as she turned sensing a presence. It sent a chill up her spine as she jumped being startled. “Wha de…” Green eyes spotted a man not that far from her as if he was just as innocently walking by just like herself. “If ya didn’ kno’ any bettah…” she mumbled to herself running behind the trench coat man that was taller than her but her own height made him seemed normal, if that was possible. “Excuse me…ah think you…” she sped up trying to get next to him but tripped over some loose rumble and practically tackled the mysterious man, bare hand brushing over his cheek to brace herself from the fall, landing on top of him as if this whole scene was planned. “Ah’m so…” Rogue was about to apologize when the image of her possession taken before her very eyes without sensing anything. “thankful dat ah can’ walk” placing her hand into the pocket removing her money. Standing up quickly, she glared angrily at the man, eyes becoming small slits as she sneered at him.

“How dare you!” she began, even more glad that she had her gloves off and ready for anything else the man attempted to throw at her. Unfortunately, she had given her cover of being just a normal citizen, obviously a mutant from the pale look upon the only skin that was visible. “An’ ah assume you were tryin’ t’warn me about yourself den? You’re da one dat makes dis city de way it is. If it was a fight the thief wanted, he was not prepared for the type of mutant he had tried to rob nor the attitude Rogue was able to dish out. Nobody messed with her and if they did they would soon learn to avoid this southern belle and run the opposite way, crying preferably. Wanting nothing more than to kick him, where it really counted, her own black boots tied up to her knees over her tight black skinny jeans, Rogue took a step back. Mystique had trained her, she was prepared, though not as prepared as she would of liked to be especially the minute she was able to glance at the man with the red fire evil eyes. The look upon her startled face quickly turned into a smirk, she was dealing with her own kind and everything was fair play from this point on.

[remy]

Such an easy mark, the woman would need to learn that one day. If she wanted to live in the big city she had to learn how to play with the big boys. Though Remy wasn't the person to teach her a lesson, she was none of his concern, and in a city full of millions, she would never be any of his concern. Heading on his way, practiced ears made out the comments from the woman behind him, obviously startled. Good, that had been his plan all along. She'd get so flustered at being startled that she wouldn't think to check for her missing money, not until she needed it and he was long gone. That is, until the two tumbled to the ground. What a klutz. Though suddenly Remy's whole body felt like it was on fire at the touch of her hand.

Head falling back onto the sidewalk, Remy couldn't move his own body for a moment. It was as if she left him paralyzed. No, not paralyzed, but drained. He often felt this way after an intense workout, with no energy left to spare, his muscles would refuse to respond. "No woman should be warned 'bout me chere, jus' educated on what I can offer ya." With a cocky grin, Remy looked up at the livid woman, realizing for the first time that his vision wasn't darkened. His glasses had fallen off in the fall, and her face told him everything he needed to know. She had seen his eyes.

Forcing his muscles to respond, Remy stood, coming to his full height as he looked down at the woman. Was she really going to fight him? She'd lose, and badly. He lived his whole childhood fighting trained killers, this woman was nothing like them. "Ya win some, ya lose some. How 'bout you an' I go find a nice little place t' grab a bite t' eat. I know a place dat serves de best catfish dis side o' Mississippi. Dat is where ya come from, non?" He could hear it in her accent, heard it a million times before when Mardi Gras brought the tourists around. Though of course, leave it to Remy to attempt to fix a problem by asking the woman out on a date. She was at least cute, and he really didn't need to run from the police today.

[rogue]

If it wasn’t for the demonic eyes Rogue would have been smitten by the man and by his weak demeanor it was obvious that Rogue would not be fighting as she had hoped. He really had no idea what he was getting himself into, but as a precaution, the mutant tucked her gloves into the back pocket of her tight jeans and continued to smirk. “Ah almost killed ya an’ your askin’ me out?” Perplexed she looked up at the man not feeling intimidated but stared right back into those red eyes raising a brow contemplating the situation. “An’ you’re from Louisiana, New Orleans if ah’m not mistaken.” A southern boy, maybe this wasn’t such a bad encounter after all, but Rogue was determined not to let her guard down again and let her mind wander. “Ah am sure you know exactly where t’go Sir, but ah have no intension in,” she hoped he thought she was going to turn him down and the smirk widen, “payin’ fo’ da meal.” She looked down scanning on her attire and it simply could not do, she would have to go home and change immediately and make herself more presentable. “But ah need t’change first Sir. Can ah at least have de name o’ de man askin’ me out aftah tryin’ t’rob me?”

A cold stare penetrated the red eyes, her own green ones not blinking once. It was obvious that her powers did not frightened him and that he was able to recover rather quickly from the burst of drainage, feeling her body feel like it was ready to explode. Placing her hand upon the concrete brick, her eyes widen even more as her bare skin began to charge the item turning redder by the second. “Wha’ de…” startled yet again and taking a long jump back. The red eyes, the red object, she might not have been the smartest girl, but she was able to associate one with the other, his own power. “Wha’ is it!” she stared at the brick before turning to Remy, grabbing him by the hand and pulling with all her might for the both to get out of the way before it exploted into a million pieces, the bridge cracking, the suspension snapping and the two running for their lives. “If dis is your way o’ showin’ a girl a good time, you fail.” Rogue spoke with short breaths, luckily well fit to be able to keep up easily with the tall man beside her unaware that she was still holding onto him.

[remy]

Inwardly, Remy laughed. She honestly thought that she had almost killed him? He could live through anything. Though whatever it was she did to him...he wanted to know more about it. That was the real point behind asking her out, he had to know just what she did, and how she did it. Never before had Remy been knocked flat like that, unable to move for a bit. "My tante always told me t' treat a woman right, especially when she tryin' t' kill ya." And the memories of a blonde flooded Remy's mind as Belladonna's face appeared in his head. Such a beautiful woman, it was such a shame that things had to end the way that they did. "De name is Remy." In a city full of millions, he'd fade back into the background once they parted ways, and she'd never find him again, with any luck.

Following her gaze, Remy instantly recognized the familiar pink glow, the soft humming of energy charging up an object. At times, it was a comforting sound, but not now. She had his power. The odds that they both possessed the same power were slim, and by her frightened reaction, it was obvious that she wasn't used to it. The thief had been stolen from, but that would be dealt with later. Thankfully, for Remy's sake, he wore gloves that covered much of his hand, though he wouldn't know just how lucky he got until he learned of her true power.

Running with the woman, Remy stopped when they hit safety, hearing the sounds of metal bending and crushing in on itself. Inside, Remy was seething as he grabbed the woman by her arm, pushing her up against a wall, red eyes locked onto green. Remy's muscles tightened under his clothes, anticipating a struggle, knowing he was stronger. "Ya steal my powers, wat else ya steal? Dat why I couldn't move? Ya take my life too?" His powers were his own, not to be shared with anyone else. They were dangerous, and he had just been reminded why he was forced to leave home, because he was a danger when not in control.

[rogue]

“Treat a woman right?” Rogue raised a brow before rolling her eyes at the obvious Cajun. “Ain’ tryin’ t’kill ya sugah, if ah did ya wouldn’ be talkin’ back right now. Ah didn’ mean t’ touch ya but all fairness, ya did steal from me an’ provoked me” green eyes remained fixated onto his red ones, narrowing them down even further so it appeared she had her eyes shut. “Wha’ type o’ name is Remy?” containing her eyes from rolling once more annoyed with the whole situation. The whole explosion broke the mood and rammed the back of her head against the wall that the Cajun pinned her too. It was useless, trying to fight a man that was obviously stranger but instead of struggling, she allowed him to man handle her until he remained still, waiting for his answers.

Rogue, instead of losing her tongue and telling the man off, smirked at the obvious annoyance of her stealing his powers and not liking it. She was not very fond of having other powers herself, their psyche haunting her thoughts many months later. “If dis is your way of sweepin’ me off my feet sugah, ya have it all wrong. If ah taken ya life ya wouldn’ be talkin’ back, thought we already establish dat. As fo’ stealin’ ya powers…why don’ ya let me go befo’ I place my palm onto dis wall.” Of course she was fibbing, already feeling Remy’s powers drained from her system, not as she had held onto him long enough for it to last, but of course he did not know that. “Gerroff!” she ordered, hoping he didn’t see beyond her bluff and just glared at the man that she actually was contemplating on going out with that night.

“Ah can do a lot more than ya know, but ya ain’ anybody important fo’ me t’tell them everythin’ ah can do. Deal wit’ it, we’re mutants, shit happens ya move on unless ya want t’be dead ya bettah let go o’ me NOW!” Anna Marie yelled the last word right in his ear, shoving her knee between Remy’s legs and hoping he would never be able to procreate. Mystique taught her how to be a fighter and was not going to give up easily like a helpless mortal. She was a mutant, right as well use that to her advantage. “Touch me again an’ ya won’ get away wit’ it so easily!” she barked, flicking her long brown hair behind her shoulders, white streak tucked safely behind her ear.

[remy]

The woman was certainly cocky, though she was nothing compared to Belladonna. Now that was a spitefire of a woman, and one that he still loved very much. Too much. He had to shake the gorgeous blonde from his mind, though it wasn't easy. Even though Remy had a habit of taking home a new woman every night, none of them were Belle. But Remy didn't want to have to marry Belle either, he wasn't that kind of guy, though he didn't want anyone else to have her either. Women were nothing but trouble.

"De name is French, obviously. In fact, dere be a Saint after me." Winking at the woman, Remy couldn't help but laugh slightly as she struggled and ordered him to give up his hold on her. She was no match for him, though she wasn't weak either. Her muscle tone was a bit more than he had predicted, though still, nothing he couldn't handle. That is, until the knee came at him. Catching her leg, Remy's hand grabbed the woman's upper thigh, nearly touching her...assets in the process. Putting his other hand on the wall next to the woman's head, Remy leaned in very closely, their lips nearly touching as he stared into her eyes.

Body pressed against hers, Remy could feel every muscle of hers now, as she could likely feel of him as well. She worked out, and it showed. "Is dat so? I be t'inkin' ya kind of like it when I touch ya. Maybe we do dis in a better position back at my place? Or ya still wan' me t' take ya out fo' dat catfish first?" It just wouldn't be Remy without his undeniable charm. Something about the woman intrigued him, and with any luck, he'd figure out just what that was in the one night they'd have together before he sent her on her way just like the rest.