A Player's Gambit
uA/N: /u I can't do Remy's accent right, it makes me sad... I'm sad.... I'll try and do his accent...
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uDisclaimer: /u I don't own anything, I wish I did. But I don't... So I'm sad... again... ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
uSummary: /u La-la-la I have seen X-Men 2 three times and you can see Remy's name in the computer files for the prison so I decided to try doing a Fanfic on him in there or something, the next movie probably won't be out in a while so I'll probably be so off from what actually happens
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The man looked bored... Hyper and bored, a bad combination when you are confined to a single room.... He could have escaped by now if he really wanted to; it wouldn't have taken long, maybe only a few minutes. He could either, A, charge something in his room -it was kind of funny that there were so many potential weapons around him and every one failed to notice- then blast a door open or something. B, which was a more peaceful approach, charm his way out of it, which would be a lot less violent and utterly funny when who ever let him out found out what they had done... Or C, he could always not use any mutant abilities to get out and rely solely on the skills he acquired while in the Thief's Guild of New Orleans... Truthfully the only reason he hadn't broken out yet was because he didn't really want to go so soon, but now, he had gotten all the information he needed, and a few too many cups of coffee at dinner, which had set his eye twitching as he stared at the bleak jail cell.
He sighed as he nimbly moved his hands out of his hand cuffs rubbing the slightly chafed skin. Maybe a mix of option A and C was in store, or maybe he could just call it option D and get over it. Remy LeBeau, better known as the mutant Gambit, snorted slightly as a smirk threatened to tug at the corners of his lips. How dangerous could a pack of cards be, he argued, the guards finally complied, which may have had to do with his gift of persuasion. Pulling a packet of cards out, he flipped skillfully through the deck pulling out the Ace of Spades; he held it between two fingers. Sauntering over to the door he placed his free hand on the lock, it began to glow an unearthly pink color and he backed up. It exploded swinging open as he pushed on it lightly. The slight smirk that threatened to surface was now a full-blown grin as he expertly flicked the glowing pink card onto his bed. It wasn't until he had emerged into the cool autumn air did the side of the jail where his cell had been explode.
The man's red on black eyes danced with mischief as he heard the sirens of fire trucks rushing to the jail. He began to walk of into the darkness his brown trench coat swaying slightly behind him in the wind. He raised an arm as he continued to walk, a sardonic smile planted firmly on his lips, her raised his middle finger and continued to walk, to nowhere in particular...
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ A/N: I've been trying to get this to look right for about an hour and I don't think it worked so I hate my computer... If you want me too continue review and tell me...
uA/N: /u I can't do Remy's accent right, it makes me sad... I'm sad.... I'll try and do his accent...
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uDisclaimer: /u I don't own anything, I wish I did. But I don't... So I'm sad... again... ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
uSummary: /u La-la-la I have seen X-Men 2 three times and you can see Remy's name in the computer files for the prison so I decided to try doing a Fanfic on him in there or something, the next movie probably won't be out in a while so I'll probably be so off from what actually happens
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The man looked bored... Hyper and bored, a bad combination when you are confined to a single room.... He could have escaped by now if he really wanted to; it wouldn't have taken long, maybe only a few minutes. He could either, A, charge something in his room -it was kind of funny that there were so many potential weapons around him and every one failed to notice- then blast a door open or something. B, which was a more peaceful approach, charm his way out of it, which would be a lot less violent and utterly funny when who ever let him out found out what they had done... Or C, he could always not use any mutant abilities to get out and rely solely on the skills he acquired while in the Thief's Guild of New Orleans... Truthfully the only reason he hadn't broken out yet was because he didn't really want to go so soon, but now, he had gotten all the information he needed, and a few too many cups of coffee at dinner, which had set his eye twitching as he stared at the bleak jail cell.
He sighed as he nimbly moved his hands out of his hand cuffs rubbing the slightly chafed skin. Maybe a mix of option A and C was in store, or maybe he could just call it option D and get over it. Remy LeBeau, better known as the mutant Gambit, snorted slightly as a smirk threatened to tug at the corners of his lips. How dangerous could a pack of cards be, he argued, the guards finally complied, which may have had to do with his gift of persuasion. Pulling a packet of cards out, he flipped skillfully through the deck pulling out the Ace of Spades; he held it between two fingers. Sauntering over to the door he placed his free hand on the lock, it began to glow an unearthly pink color and he backed up. It exploded swinging open as he pushed on it lightly. The slight smirk that threatened to surface was now a full-blown grin as he expertly flicked the glowing pink card onto his bed. It wasn't until he had emerged into the cool autumn air did the side of the jail where his cell had been explode.
The man's red on black eyes danced with mischief as he heard the sirens of fire trucks rushing to the jail. He began to walk of into the darkness his brown trench coat swaying slightly behind him in the wind. He raised an arm as he continued to walk, a sardonic smile planted firmly on his lips, her raised his middle finger and continued to walk, to nowhere in particular...
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ A/N: I've been trying to get this to look right for about an hour and I don't think it worked so I hate my computer... If you want me too continue review and tell me...