Being in a new town is hard as it is, but being in a new town trying to forget the past few years of your life is a bigger problem. Tina, better known to most as Nightmare is on that path, trying to break away from the past, and move on. Within the last 3 years, she had lived in about seven different towns, each one was the same as the last. The same type of bland people, with the same multicolor houses, with green grass, and fences that don't take to kindly of strangers in their town. But, after sometime she had found a town who love strangers as much as anyone, New Orleans.
All the glitz, and glamor was there, music playing every where you looked. She walked past a few guys who were drunk as all hell, and sure did smell of it too, and it was the state of drunkenness where they would push people, shove them into a near by puddle of mud water, and she was gonna take it, she didn't want to risk giving herself a bad name but someone else had to butt in...
Gambit ran the who in this part of town, and owned most of this area too... He'd made it all bright, wild! Just like it was Mardi Gras every day in his world. A woman on each arm, money being made and stolen all around him, but for him? What a kingdom! He ran his own show here... But he had standards. No people were ever really hurt, and he never took from the needy.
He liked to think of himself as Robin Hood sometimes. Ah, but then... People were less than dependable, you know? So occasionally, he had to remind people that debts to him were never forgotten. He was walking down the streets, enjoying his own little party... When he saw a few... Unsavory characters shove past a girl, sneering at her as they did so. He sent away his party, telling them he would join later.
"Now, now, mes amis..." He began, walking toward them with arms spread wide and a smile on his face. "Is dat any way to treat a lady?" Upon seeing Gambit, they quickly turned tail and ran, as fast as any drunk could run. He tutted a bit, reaching a hand out to help her up. "Are you a'right, cher?"
She quickly got up, not taking his offered hand. Now, naturally she wanted to say 'How dare he had the gull to help her, when she was just fine, and the two skunks were so drunk they did not know what the hell they were doing.' All she did was, picked up a tattered old black messenger bag, then caught a look at his eyes. Now she wasn't one for staring, but she couldn't help it looking at the blazing eyes that has been upon her. Those eyes were a dead give-away, it was like they were saying 'Look at the mutant right here!' But, they were also the
type that would stare right into your soul, and uncovers your deepest secretes. "Yeah, I'm fine." She dusted herself off, which didn't help that her clothes were wet.
He looked at her curiously, quirking an eyebrow. she had not excepted his offered hand... Maybe like some, she wasn't one for physical contact. A certain fiery woman with white streaks in her hair came to mind. "Pardon me fo' sayin' so... Bu' ya don' seem t' be from aroun' here, cher."He let loose a charming grin. "What brings such a fine young cher to my neck o' the woods?"
She tucked a loose piece of her hair behind her ear, and in her normal but a little tough voice spoke. " To answer your first question, Your right, I'm not from here, I just moved here not too long ago, and to answer your second question, to start a better life. A better one then I had lived for a while now."
"Ahh," He cooed, leaning against a wall nearby, playing with his cards, shuffling them midair. "Tis a tale I know well, ma cher..." He grinned a bit, glancing at her with one, glowing eye. "One I've heard sung many a time." Now, that got her attention, he seemed so well put together, he had the looks, the money, the girls hanging on to his every will, and of course his powers.
"Oh, I wouldn't had guessed that if you never said a word about it.", she said.
Remy shrugged. "'m no' one t' complain, cher." He smiled a bit. "No matter where I been, or what I done... Dis Cajun is here now, no?" He chuckled a bit fanning his cards. "Life is a journey, so dey say."
"You mean like carpe diem, seize the day, live life to the fullest, that sorta thing." She added in, but she agreed with him, about everything he said, didn't matter his past then, its now and, that's all that matter."And...if you were wondering, my name is Tina...though I'm more known to be called Nightmare, if anything else." That name Nightmare, wasn't given to her by choice. Her mother who never did like her, gave her the name shortly after her father died unexpectedly. Tina thought that even though she wasn't showing any signs of being a mutant, that her mom knew she was, as her hair was showing very dark purple streaks when she was born
"Oui?" He leaned a bit closer, looking at her more intently now. "Does tha' by any chance mean you're a mutant?" He grinned, letting her know he wasn't a hostile.
"Was it that easy to figure out?" She pointed at her purple streaks.
"You coul' say I got an eye fo' talent." He winked at her. "The name's Remy, cher. Remy LeBeau, at your service." He bowed a bit, being cheesy. "Or ol' Gambit, if you prefer." He stood straight again, his lip curled to one side in an amused grin. "Got a couple o' skill o' my own.", He said.
She nodded,"Yea, your eyes are the biggest give away, just like my hair. And being able to be pulled into someone's dream, or bringing someone else into someone's dream, its more like a joke power, then a real one."
Remy quirked an eyebrow, intrigued. "I think it'd be pretty useful. Fun, if nothin' else." He chuckled a bit, his mind going places it really shouldn't in front of a lady. "My own are... A bit less friendly you migh' say." He shrugged. "You got a place t' stay, cher?"
She rolled her eyes, when he asked her that. "Yeah, I do." She started walking off, knowing that he was watching her disappear into the crowed sidewalks. Something about her, intrigued him, but he wasn't sure what it was, but he smirked, knowing that they will meet again, even if she didn't want to.
