Disclaimer: I don't own Gambit or any other Marvel character. OC is mine.
I hate coming up with titles. My first time using an OC, hope it isn't too painful. I plan on using my OC again, just in something else.
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A steady stream of mist rose from the white cup as Remy brought it to his lips. He sat at a small table outside of a coffee shop casually reading his newspaper, not really noticing the slight buzz of people passing around him on the street.
Strands of his auburn hair partly shielded his eyes, which were covered by tinted sunglasses. His eyes lazily scanned the lines of print as people came in and out. Remy noticed a man in a gray suit enter, rather hurriedly, with a brown leather briefcase clutched tightly in his hands. He was an older gentleman, graying around the edges of his slicked back hair, steely blue eyes, and a no-nonsense type of attitude as he approached the counter. Remy was too far away to hear what he ordered, but as soon as the cashier handed him his cup and change, he quickly rushed back out on his way.
At the far table in the corner sat a young man who looked to be a college student with his backpack and wild curly hair. He seemed immersed in his silver laptop, barely noticing the waiter who had offered him more coffee. Sitting two tables down from him was a tall blonde who came in just before Remy and hadn't stopped talking on her cell phone since.
Looking at her gab away suddenly reminded Remy of why he was there...he needed some quiet. All those students roaming around the mansion, talking and whining half of the time, was beginning to get on his nerves. Staying in his room for peace and quiet hadn't worked. Even hiding out in Ororo's loft hadn't worked. People were beginning to wonder what he was doing up there, when it was only one of two things. Simply enjoying Ororo's company or reading while lounging in her rocker. Eventually, she "politely" kicked him out and told him to get some air. And so he came here.
He actually preferred going out alone. Sometimes silence can be the best kind of noise. As he took another sip of his coffee, his eyes glanced up as he heard the soft tapping of a woman's heels against the pavement. But he only caught a glimpse of her before she disappeared inside.
Returning to his newspaper, some story about a New York socialite dancing topless at a bar, the young lady came back out and moved towards the table across from Remy. His eyes moved up her exposed legs as she approached the table, wearing a black fitted skirt and a crisp white blouse open two buttons down. His eyes continued to move up as she sat down, finally settling on her face.
Her skin was this lovely shade of caramel brown, similar to the color of his cafe au lait, which seemed to glow as she sat there in the sun. The light grazed her delicate features and highlighted her pillowly lips. Her dark hair was pulled into a soft updo, with strands that fell loose just slightly at the nape of her neck and about her face. Yet her eyes were shielded from him by a pair of sunglasses. As she sat there quietly reading a magazine, he began to wonder what she was hiding behind those amber tinted shades. Obstructing his view, the waitress came out with a glass of tea and a croissant, placing it in front of her quietly.
"Thank you," she said looking up at the waitress.
"You're welcome. My name's Erin if you need anything else."
Remy watched as the young brunette poured two packets of sugar in her tea, stirring it slowly while gazing around her. His dark stare fell upon her soft lips that had just a touch of pink gloss.
'Careful, homme, you're startin' to drool'
His focus returned to his newspaper and his half empty cup of tepid coffee. As he took another sip from his cup he heard a soft giggle. Remy looked up and found the young woman staring down at her magazine, scribbling something over the pages. This was followed by another giggle, a little louder than the first but not loud enough to draw attention to herself...or so she thought.
Removing her glasses, she glanced up casually and found Remy eyeing her. Realizing he had heard her, she smiled at the handsome auburn haired gentleman across from her wearing a pair old jeans and a white shirt. She flashed him a coy little grin, subtly biting the corner of her bottom lip. She had a dazzling smile, but it was her eyes that held him. She had removed her sunglasses allowing Remy to see these big dark eyes that seemed to bore straight through him. Her dark lashes and elegant eyebrows only added to her mysterious nature.
She continued to eat her croissant and finished the last of her tea when her cell phone rang from inside her tiny black purse.
"Hello, oh hi daddy. I'm fine." Remy was close enough to hear her conversation, yet not close enough to be intrusive. He smirked just slightly; he could pick out a southern accent anywhere. And oh, how he loved those southern belles.
"I'm just eating breakfast." She paused for a moment. "Is mamma there?"
"Are you sure you wanna speak to her right now?"
"She's not still mad is she?"
"Yeah, but I'll put her on." She waited patiently for her mother to answer.
"Hello."
"Hi mamma. I just wanted..." [click].
Remy noted the abrupt halt in the conversation. She crinkled her brow looking slightly dejected, being that her mother had just hung up on her. The look of amusement he'd seen just a moment before had completely disappeared from her face. Remy's curiosity grew. He could have gone on like a voyeur and continued to watch her had she not put away her cell phone and begun to leave. She stood, donning her sunglasses with her black purse dangling in her hand, and walked away from the table slower than she had when she arrived. It was as if her stride matched her seemingly somber mood.
When she moved out of sight, Remy finished his now cold coffee and folded his newspaper. As he stood to leave, his tall frame came into full view of the two waitresses gawking at him from inside the coffee shop. Noticing their moon eyed stares and girlish grins, he flashed them a dashing grin. It was always nice to be the object of ogling and hearing how he was "sooo hot" under hushed whispers.
Coming to the table where the brunette sat earlier, his eyes diverted to the magazine that she was reading earlier. The pages were complete with uni-brows drawn on the faces of a few celebrities, along with a few of their teeth blackened out . Remy couldn't help but laugh at the way she defaced the pictures, but also because it seemed to amuse her so much.
With the smile still on his face, he went on about his business. What that was exactly he didn't know or really care. As long as he didn't have to go back to the mansion.
[Buzzzzzzz]
"Damn it," he cursed under his breath. "Hello."
"Remy, where the hell are you?" Logan's voice barked on the other end.
"Out," he said dryly.
"Well, get your skinny ass back here. We got drills today and I don't feel like hearin' Cyke's mouth about you bein' late."
"All right, I'm on my way...son of a..."
"I'm still here, Gumbo."
"I know," Remy smiled hanging up the phone.
* * *
[A few days later]
The rain had just let up and Remy sat at his usual table on the sidewalk, looking suave as always in the same pair of faded jeans and black t-shirt. Droplets of water hung from the dark green chairs and there was a slight dewy moistness in the air.
As he sat with his coffee and newspaper, this time trying the crossword puzzle, his ears perked up upon hearing the same familiar click clack of a woman's heels against the wet pavement. He turned his head slightly and saw her coming, the pretty brunette with dark eyes. She passed by him close enough so that he could smell her perfume on the cool air.
She came out again and stood there for a moment, looking for place to sit but each table and set of chairs were covered with left over rain. The only seat that was dry already had an occupant at it's table...Remy. She walked over to his table, almost timidly, before asking to sit down.
"May I sit here?"
Remy looked up at her from behind his dark sunglasses and smiled to put her at ease.
"It would be my pleasure, chere."
She smiled, noting the drawl in his voice, and took a seat across from him removing her knee length trench coat. Remy kept his eyes on his paper, yet stealing the occasional look at her as she dusted off the chair before sitting cross-legged in a lavender skirt and white top with the sleeves rolled up to her elbows.
"Kingdom," she said breaking his gaze. He looked up not knowing what she was referring to.
"Four down...My kingdom for a horse," she repeated.
"Why so it is, thank you chere," he filled in the blanks.
She laughed, "You're welcome. I'm sorry I didn't mean to disturb you."
"Oh, don' be sorry. I'm not always good at these things," he lied. He could whip through them in no time.
She resumed her breakfast, taking the occasional glance at the scenery and the gorgeous man with the sexy accent sitting across from her. Now that he lit up a cigarette, her glances became more frequent.
"Mind if I smoke?"
"Oh, no go ahead", her brown eyes smiled at him.
"Do you smoke?"
"Nahhh, it might stunt my growth", she joked, being that she was barely 5'2.
He found her quite charming. It was nice sitting with her even though there wasn't that much conversation. No uncomfortable silences or awkward moments, just her presence in front of him was enough. Her eyes roamed around while munching on her bagel, not realizing she had cream cheese on her lip.
"You got a lil' somethin' on your lip," he motioned to her with a smirk.
"Oh," she blushed and slowly licked the corner of her lip. "Got it?"
"Yeah, ya got it."
"Do you have the time?"
Remy checked his watch. "Yeah, it's almost 11:30."
She made a slight grown followed by a firm "Damn it" and hurriedly put on her jacket. Remy watched as she rushed about, looking like she had somewhere to go in a hurry. It was actually kind of funny.
She grabbed her purse and started to leave, but turned back and grabbed the last of her bagel. As she left he called after her.
"I didn't even get your name, petite." She stopped and turned letting the bagel fall from her mouth into her hand.
"I didn't give it," she smiled and continued on her way, her coat flapping behind her in the crisp breeze.
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Note: So what do you guys think so far? Chapter 2 is all ready to go.
I hate coming up with titles. My first time using an OC, hope it isn't too painful. I plan on using my OC again, just in something else.
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A steady stream of mist rose from the white cup as Remy brought it to his lips. He sat at a small table outside of a coffee shop casually reading his newspaper, not really noticing the slight buzz of people passing around him on the street.
Strands of his auburn hair partly shielded his eyes, which were covered by tinted sunglasses. His eyes lazily scanned the lines of print as people came in and out. Remy noticed a man in a gray suit enter, rather hurriedly, with a brown leather briefcase clutched tightly in his hands. He was an older gentleman, graying around the edges of his slicked back hair, steely blue eyes, and a no-nonsense type of attitude as he approached the counter. Remy was too far away to hear what he ordered, but as soon as the cashier handed him his cup and change, he quickly rushed back out on his way.
At the far table in the corner sat a young man who looked to be a college student with his backpack and wild curly hair. He seemed immersed in his silver laptop, barely noticing the waiter who had offered him more coffee. Sitting two tables down from him was a tall blonde who came in just before Remy and hadn't stopped talking on her cell phone since.
Looking at her gab away suddenly reminded Remy of why he was there...he needed some quiet. All those students roaming around the mansion, talking and whining half of the time, was beginning to get on his nerves. Staying in his room for peace and quiet hadn't worked. Even hiding out in Ororo's loft hadn't worked. People were beginning to wonder what he was doing up there, when it was only one of two things. Simply enjoying Ororo's company or reading while lounging in her rocker. Eventually, she "politely" kicked him out and told him to get some air. And so he came here.
He actually preferred going out alone. Sometimes silence can be the best kind of noise. As he took another sip of his coffee, his eyes glanced up as he heard the soft tapping of a woman's heels against the pavement. But he only caught a glimpse of her before she disappeared inside.
Returning to his newspaper, some story about a New York socialite dancing topless at a bar, the young lady came back out and moved towards the table across from Remy. His eyes moved up her exposed legs as she approached the table, wearing a black fitted skirt and a crisp white blouse open two buttons down. His eyes continued to move up as she sat down, finally settling on her face.
Her skin was this lovely shade of caramel brown, similar to the color of his cafe au lait, which seemed to glow as she sat there in the sun. The light grazed her delicate features and highlighted her pillowly lips. Her dark hair was pulled into a soft updo, with strands that fell loose just slightly at the nape of her neck and about her face. Yet her eyes were shielded from him by a pair of sunglasses. As she sat there quietly reading a magazine, he began to wonder what she was hiding behind those amber tinted shades. Obstructing his view, the waitress came out with a glass of tea and a croissant, placing it in front of her quietly.
"Thank you," she said looking up at the waitress.
"You're welcome. My name's Erin if you need anything else."
Remy watched as the young brunette poured two packets of sugar in her tea, stirring it slowly while gazing around her. His dark stare fell upon her soft lips that had just a touch of pink gloss.
'Careful, homme, you're startin' to drool'
His focus returned to his newspaper and his half empty cup of tepid coffee. As he took another sip from his cup he heard a soft giggle. Remy looked up and found the young woman staring down at her magazine, scribbling something over the pages. This was followed by another giggle, a little louder than the first but not loud enough to draw attention to herself...or so she thought.
Removing her glasses, she glanced up casually and found Remy eyeing her. Realizing he had heard her, she smiled at the handsome auburn haired gentleman across from her wearing a pair old jeans and a white shirt. She flashed him a coy little grin, subtly biting the corner of her bottom lip. She had a dazzling smile, but it was her eyes that held him. She had removed her sunglasses allowing Remy to see these big dark eyes that seemed to bore straight through him. Her dark lashes and elegant eyebrows only added to her mysterious nature.
She continued to eat her croissant and finished the last of her tea when her cell phone rang from inside her tiny black purse.
"Hello, oh hi daddy. I'm fine." Remy was close enough to hear her conversation, yet not close enough to be intrusive. He smirked just slightly; he could pick out a southern accent anywhere. And oh, how he loved those southern belles.
"I'm just eating breakfast." She paused for a moment. "Is mamma there?"
"Are you sure you wanna speak to her right now?"
"She's not still mad is she?"
"Yeah, but I'll put her on." She waited patiently for her mother to answer.
"Hello."
"Hi mamma. I just wanted..." [click].
Remy noted the abrupt halt in the conversation. She crinkled her brow looking slightly dejected, being that her mother had just hung up on her. The look of amusement he'd seen just a moment before had completely disappeared from her face. Remy's curiosity grew. He could have gone on like a voyeur and continued to watch her had she not put away her cell phone and begun to leave. She stood, donning her sunglasses with her black purse dangling in her hand, and walked away from the table slower than she had when she arrived. It was as if her stride matched her seemingly somber mood.
When she moved out of sight, Remy finished his now cold coffee and folded his newspaper. As he stood to leave, his tall frame came into full view of the two waitresses gawking at him from inside the coffee shop. Noticing their moon eyed stares and girlish grins, he flashed them a dashing grin. It was always nice to be the object of ogling and hearing how he was "sooo hot" under hushed whispers.
Coming to the table where the brunette sat earlier, his eyes diverted to the magazine that she was reading earlier. The pages were complete with uni-brows drawn on the faces of a few celebrities, along with a few of their teeth blackened out . Remy couldn't help but laugh at the way she defaced the pictures, but also because it seemed to amuse her so much.
With the smile still on his face, he went on about his business. What that was exactly he didn't know or really care. As long as he didn't have to go back to the mansion.
[Buzzzzzzz]
"Damn it," he cursed under his breath. "Hello."
"Remy, where the hell are you?" Logan's voice barked on the other end.
"Out," he said dryly.
"Well, get your skinny ass back here. We got drills today and I don't feel like hearin' Cyke's mouth about you bein' late."
"All right, I'm on my way...son of a..."
"I'm still here, Gumbo."
"I know," Remy smiled hanging up the phone.
* * *
[A few days later]
The rain had just let up and Remy sat at his usual table on the sidewalk, looking suave as always in the same pair of faded jeans and black t-shirt. Droplets of water hung from the dark green chairs and there was a slight dewy moistness in the air.
As he sat with his coffee and newspaper, this time trying the crossword puzzle, his ears perked up upon hearing the same familiar click clack of a woman's heels against the wet pavement. He turned his head slightly and saw her coming, the pretty brunette with dark eyes. She passed by him close enough so that he could smell her perfume on the cool air.
She came out again and stood there for a moment, looking for place to sit but each table and set of chairs were covered with left over rain. The only seat that was dry already had an occupant at it's table...Remy. She walked over to his table, almost timidly, before asking to sit down.
"May I sit here?"
Remy looked up at her from behind his dark sunglasses and smiled to put her at ease.
"It would be my pleasure, chere."
She smiled, noting the drawl in his voice, and took a seat across from him removing her knee length trench coat. Remy kept his eyes on his paper, yet stealing the occasional look at her as she dusted off the chair before sitting cross-legged in a lavender skirt and white top with the sleeves rolled up to her elbows.
"Kingdom," she said breaking his gaze. He looked up not knowing what she was referring to.
"Four down...My kingdom for a horse," she repeated.
"Why so it is, thank you chere," he filled in the blanks.
She laughed, "You're welcome. I'm sorry I didn't mean to disturb you."
"Oh, don' be sorry. I'm not always good at these things," he lied. He could whip through them in no time.
She resumed her breakfast, taking the occasional glance at the scenery and the gorgeous man with the sexy accent sitting across from her. Now that he lit up a cigarette, her glances became more frequent.
"Mind if I smoke?"
"Oh, no go ahead", her brown eyes smiled at him.
"Do you smoke?"
"Nahhh, it might stunt my growth", she joked, being that she was barely 5'2.
He found her quite charming. It was nice sitting with her even though there wasn't that much conversation. No uncomfortable silences or awkward moments, just her presence in front of him was enough. Her eyes roamed around while munching on her bagel, not realizing she had cream cheese on her lip.
"You got a lil' somethin' on your lip," he motioned to her with a smirk.
"Oh," she blushed and slowly licked the corner of her lip. "Got it?"
"Yeah, ya got it."
"Do you have the time?"
Remy checked his watch. "Yeah, it's almost 11:30."
She made a slight grown followed by a firm "Damn it" and hurriedly put on her jacket. Remy watched as she rushed about, looking like she had somewhere to go in a hurry. It was actually kind of funny.
She grabbed her purse and started to leave, but turned back and grabbed the last of her bagel. As she left he called after her.
"I didn't even get your name, petite." She stopped and turned letting the bagel fall from her mouth into her hand.
"I didn't give it," she smiled and continued on her way, her coat flapping behind her in the crisp breeze.
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Note: So what do you guys think so far? Chapter 2 is all ready to go.