Here is a little chapter, but I figure if i get it posted, it will help drive me to write more.....
Again sorry about bad accents etc, but I really do try. And please! give me feed back!
Make a list. First and formost throw out the damn painkillers. Remy yawned and sat up in bed, he didn't mean to sleep this long, he planned to at least be up by nightfall and now the moon shown through his window.
Vaguely he remember some kind of curse about moons thorugh unshaded windows, like he needed any more curses against him.
The pills...he picked them up off the night stand and just stared at the unlabeled bottle. There should be a warning or a disclaimer or something, patient can not be held to any promise made while medicated. Though to be perfectly honest he asked Rogue to join him even before taking the damn thing. That in itself should speak volumes about his lack of sense. Anyone would be tired after skidding half a block on cement, an exageration but it felt that way. Cautiously he checked his scrapes, ugly, but he hoped it wouldn't scar too much.
Maybe he'd get lucky and Rogue would change her mind about joioning him. Not likely.
Remy stretched and stood up slowly, his head spun, but only a little, and he followed the wall to the bathroom. "Well don't you just look like something crawling out of the weeds." He muttered, and grinned despite himself. His tante Mattie said that to him. A wave of old home sickness washed over him. What would she be doing now? Eleven pm, she would still be awake, no early to bed for her.
Not that he'd know anymore. He left New Orleans when he was seventeen and hadn't been back since. The reflection in the mirror stared back at him. The guild accepted him because of his eyes, not in spite of them. In an organisation deeply entrenched in its folklore and superstitions, no one dared cross him.
Superstition proved to be his friend again last night. No one want to be the one to piss of the devils own. They covered his eyes with a cloth. The night didn't go too badly all things considered. Now he only had to go back there and actually retrive the information he meant to steal in the first place.
Time to face the fact, he went in over confident and under prepared. He didn't expect them to have upgraded the security on the computer since his last retrieval operation. A theif of his calibur should never take things for granted. it meant he was getting lazy, and he knew only too well that getting lazy was the first step to getting killed.
The second step to getting killed, taking on a partner. He made that one up, but he figured it fit. If the mission didn't kill him Rogue probably would. Sure she could do the up front fighting better then anyone he ever met, but he doubted she ever bothered to pick a lock rather then just tear it off.
Hunger drove him out of his room towards the kitchen. He saw light in the common room, and heard what sounded like an action movie turned up to almost full blast, fortunately the kitchen lay in the other directin. He turned the light off as he entered, his eyes were naturally made for darkness.
The light came on a second later.
"How you feeling?" Rogue asked too seriously.
Remy regarded her with suspicion. "Fine." He opened the fridge and pulled out a beer. Rogue took it away from him and put it on the counter. Gently, but firmly she pushed him aside and poured a glass of orange juice which she put into his hand instead.
He took it and sat down. Rogue opened the beer for herself. "You look like hell." She stated frankly.
"T'anks."
She smiled. "Did you just wake up?"
"Yeah."
She looked to either side before leaning close. She whispered, "When are we going?"
He took a sip of the orange juice. "We aren't."
She just smiled knowingly in response. "Do you know what I think?"
"No. Do you?"
"I think you know you've already lost, you just don't want to accept it. Yet. But thats okay, I can wait." She stood up, still smiling. "Just let me know when you're ready." She flew out of the room and back to the movie.
Again sorry about bad accents etc, but I really do try. And please! give me feed back!
Make a list. First and formost throw out the damn painkillers. Remy yawned and sat up in bed, he didn't mean to sleep this long, he planned to at least be up by nightfall and now the moon shown through his window.
Vaguely he remember some kind of curse about moons thorugh unshaded windows, like he needed any more curses against him.
The pills...he picked them up off the night stand and just stared at the unlabeled bottle. There should be a warning or a disclaimer or something, patient can not be held to any promise made while medicated. Though to be perfectly honest he asked Rogue to join him even before taking the damn thing. That in itself should speak volumes about his lack of sense. Anyone would be tired after skidding half a block on cement, an exageration but it felt that way. Cautiously he checked his scrapes, ugly, but he hoped it wouldn't scar too much.
Maybe he'd get lucky and Rogue would change her mind about joioning him. Not likely.
Remy stretched and stood up slowly, his head spun, but only a little, and he followed the wall to the bathroom. "Well don't you just look like something crawling out of the weeds." He muttered, and grinned despite himself. His tante Mattie said that to him. A wave of old home sickness washed over him. What would she be doing now? Eleven pm, she would still be awake, no early to bed for her.
Not that he'd know anymore. He left New Orleans when he was seventeen and hadn't been back since. The reflection in the mirror stared back at him. The guild accepted him because of his eyes, not in spite of them. In an organisation deeply entrenched in its folklore and superstitions, no one dared cross him.
Superstition proved to be his friend again last night. No one want to be the one to piss of the devils own. They covered his eyes with a cloth. The night didn't go too badly all things considered. Now he only had to go back there and actually retrive the information he meant to steal in the first place.
Time to face the fact, he went in over confident and under prepared. He didn't expect them to have upgraded the security on the computer since his last retrieval operation. A theif of his calibur should never take things for granted. it meant he was getting lazy, and he knew only too well that getting lazy was the first step to getting killed.
The second step to getting killed, taking on a partner. He made that one up, but he figured it fit. If the mission didn't kill him Rogue probably would. Sure she could do the up front fighting better then anyone he ever met, but he doubted she ever bothered to pick a lock rather then just tear it off.
Hunger drove him out of his room towards the kitchen. He saw light in the common room, and heard what sounded like an action movie turned up to almost full blast, fortunately the kitchen lay in the other directin. He turned the light off as he entered, his eyes were naturally made for darkness.
The light came on a second later.
"How you feeling?" Rogue asked too seriously.
Remy regarded her with suspicion. "Fine." He opened the fridge and pulled out a beer. Rogue took it away from him and put it on the counter. Gently, but firmly she pushed him aside and poured a glass of orange juice which she put into his hand instead.
He took it and sat down. Rogue opened the beer for herself. "You look like hell." She stated frankly.
"T'anks."
She smiled. "Did you just wake up?"
"Yeah."
She looked to either side before leaning close. She whispered, "When are we going?"
He took a sip of the orange juice. "We aren't."
She just smiled knowingly in response. "Do you know what I think?"
"No. Do you?"
"I think you know you've already lost, you just don't want to accept it. Yet. But thats okay, I can wait." She stood up, still smiling. "Just let me know when you're ready." She flew out of the room and back to the movie.