Rogue stood outside a clothing store where Jean Grey and Kitty Pryde
had just gone shopping. La dee freakin da. She didn't really want to waste
money on clothes. They didn't really matter, after all, and she wanted to
save her money for when she graduated from the Institute. She did like to
come along and chat with them, though, but didn't really want to be there
for the dress buying process. With a sigh the young southern girl turned
and leaned on the store window, then looked around a bit. A small grouping
across the street caught her eye and she dashed through a gap in traffic to
check it out.
What Rogue saw when she reached the small crowd and managed to push through to the front was a boy a little older than her, maybe 18, a few strands of brown hair swaying in front of red eyes. That made her look twice, they were a kind of deep crimson that seemed almost frightening at first. She looked closer and couldn't see any edges of contact lenses. Weird, but then again, who was she to talk with her shock-white strand of hair?
"All right nah, ladies an' gentlemen, who can find ol' Remy's heart today?" He moved three cards around on a small table, then flipped each over. It looked like three card monty, but with the Ace of Hearts as the target to find, the two black Aces the other cards. He flipped them back face-down as someone dropped some money onto the little extension on the side. "Ok, sah, i's time ta try an' see if ya know where yo' heart's at." There were a few chuckles from the crowd as the man tried to watch the cards, tracking the Ace. Finally the Cajun - Remy, he'd said - stopped and pulled his hands away. "Which one will it be?"
The man thought, then pointed to the center card. Remy flipped it, revealing the Ace of Spades with a grin as he snatched up the money. "T'ank yo' fo' da donation, kind sah." He flipped the other two cards, the Ace of Hearts on the far right. Remy grabbed up his cards after looking through the money he had in his hand. "Well, folks, i's time fo' Remy to be movin' on fo' today. Good luck nes time, if yo' try an' win yo' money back." Several men grumbled and the crowd dispersed as Remy shoved the money into a back that was leaning against a building. Rogue could help but look him over for a second, he had well defined muscles and was wearing a wife- beater and blue jeans that complimented him, although the dirty boots took away from it a bit.
Remy grabbed the table and folded it up before stuffing it into the bag too and hefting it up to his shoulder. He turned and stopped quickly as he almost plowed right into Rogue. "Whoa dere, Cheri! Yo' scared Remy, bought gave 'im a haht attack." He chuckled and smiled at her, but she only stared at him, right at his eyes, which made Remy pause for a moment. "Cheri? Yo' all right?" Rogue blinked, then blushed deeply, glad she had taken to gothic makeup, looking down for a second. "Yea, Ah'm fine... Jus wond'rin' somethin'... Isn't what you're doin' illegal?" Remy just grinned and tried to pat her on the head, but she dodged away. "Ain' nothin yo' need ta worry 'bout, Cheri, yo' jus' get yo'self along to yo' momma nah."
Rogue frowned and pushed herself up onto her tip-toes, right up into the Cajun's face. "Ah'm not a little girl! You're probably not much older than me, even." That confident grin never left Remy's face, but that is the point of being a con man, isn't it? "Remy didn't mean ta insult a, ma cher, yo' quite da cutie, Remy jus' needs ta be gettin' along, da police ain' likin' him out heah" He turned and started down the sidewalk, only to have Rogue pick up pace right next to him. "Why do ya do it, then? I'm sure ya could get a regular job somewhere." He chuckled and glanced over at her with his eerie red eyes. "Is yo' a Girlscount, Cheri? Wan' ta do yo' good deed fo' da day?" She scowled and clenched her hands into fists.
"Look, Ah'm jus' tryin' ta be nice!" She was infuriated that he would continue to treat this like a joke of some kind, treat her like a child. "Well, Cheri, when yo' give Remy some sugah Remy will listen ta what yo' want Remy ta do, all right?" He grinned and gave her a wink as they stopped at a crosswalk, waiting for the light to change. Rogue blinked, then frowned and looked away, Remy looking over at her when all he heard was the noise of the city. "Did Ah say somet'in' bad, Cheri?" Rogue took a deep breath and sighed, then shook her head. "Ah'm jus'... different..."
Remy chuckled as they continued on across the street. "Don' fret none 'bout it, Cheri, Remy know what yo' mean. He ain' so not different himself." Rogue gave a small smile and shrugged. "Ah can't touch people... it... hurts them." Remy slid his arm around her shoulders, as if he hadn't just listened, or perhaps he all ready had figured out her skin was clothed nearly all along her body, and his arm wasn't near her bare neck at least "Well, Cheri, yo' ain' missin' much, cause mos' da guys out dere is no good, nah like Remy. I's dem dat's missin' out on yo', das all." She gave another small smile but slipped away from his arm, and he didn't bother try and stop her.
Rogue sighed and stopped, and Remy stopped with her. "Ah knew at least one who wasn't... Hey, Ah gotta get back to mah friends... Um... Ya know, if ya are... like us... Ya could come along to the school..." Remy just chuckled and shook his head. "Nah, Cheri, i's no da place fo' Remy. Remy got a home all ready. Maybe yo' can look Remy up sometime." He slid out a card and flipped it upward. Rogues eyes followed it upward then she snatched it out of the air, looking at it. The Ace of Hearts with an address written on it. She looked up only to find Remy was all ready a ways down the sidewalk. Rogue smiled and blushed again as she turned around and ran back toward the clothing store where Jean and Kitty stood outside and looked aorund for her.
As she ran up Kitty started talking, as usual. "Rogue, you had us like, totally scared! You can't just run off like that! You could have been, like, kidnapped, ya know? It happens all the time!" Rogue sighed adn rolled her eyes. "Relax, Ah'm fine... Was just... Talkin' with someone." Jean smiled and started toward her car with her packages, Kitty following. "Well, let's get back to the school, now, I'm meeting Scott in an hour." Kitty giggled as she and Rogue slid into the back seat of the convertable, the packages taking up shotgun, as Jean pulled out and started down the street. Kitty leaned towards Rogue and whispered to her. "So, who was he?" Rogue just pushed her away and shook her head. "It ain't none of your business, Kitty Pryde." Kitty huffed and leaned back into the seat, sulking. Rogue smiled and looked at the card she'd kept out of sight before sliding it into her pocket. It would just be her little secret.
What Rogue saw when she reached the small crowd and managed to push through to the front was a boy a little older than her, maybe 18, a few strands of brown hair swaying in front of red eyes. That made her look twice, they were a kind of deep crimson that seemed almost frightening at first. She looked closer and couldn't see any edges of contact lenses. Weird, but then again, who was she to talk with her shock-white strand of hair?
"All right nah, ladies an' gentlemen, who can find ol' Remy's heart today?" He moved three cards around on a small table, then flipped each over. It looked like three card monty, but with the Ace of Hearts as the target to find, the two black Aces the other cards. He flipped them back face-down as someone dropped some money onto the little extension on the side. "Ok, sah, i's time ta try an' see if ya know where yo' heart's at." There were a few chuckles from the crowd as the man tried to watch the cards, tracking the Ace. Finally the Cajun - Remy, he'd said - stopped and pulled his hands away. "Which one will it be?"
The man thought, then pointed to the center card. Remy flipped it, revealing the Ace of Spades with a grin as he snatched up the money. "T'ank yo' fo' da donation, kind sah." He flipped the other two cards, the Ace of Hearts on the far right. Remy grabbed up his cards after looking through the money he had in his hand. "Well, folks, i's time fo' Remy to be movin' on fo' today. Good luck nes time, if yo' try an' win yo' money back." Several men grumbled and the crowd dispersed as Remy shoved the money into a back that was leaning against a building. Rogue could help but look him over for a second, he had well defined muscles and was wearing a wife- beater and blue jeans that complimented him, although the dirty boots took away from it a bit.
Remy grabbed the table and folded it up before stuffing it into the bag too and hefting it up to his shoulder. He turned and stopped quickly as he almost plowed right into Rogue. "Whoa dere, Cheri! Yo' scared Remy, bought gave 'im a haht attack." He chuckled and smiled at her, but she only stared at him, right at his eyes, which made Remy pause for a moment. "Cheri? Yo' all right?" Rogue blinked, then blushed deeply, glad she had taken to gothic makeup, looking down for a second. "Yea, Ah'm fine... Jus wond'rin' somethin'... Isn't what you're doin' illegal?" Remy just grinned and tried to pat her on the head, but she dodged away. "Ain' nothin yo' need ta worry 'bout, Cheri, yo' jus' get yo'self along to yo' momma nah."
Rogue frowned and pushed herself up onto her tip-toes, right up into the Cajun's face. "Ah'm not a little girl! You're probably not much older than me, even." That confident grin never left Remy's face, but that is the point of being a con man, isn't it? "Remy didn't mean ta insult a, ma cher, yo' quite da cutie, Remy jus' needs ta be gettin' along, da police ain' likin' him out heah" He turned and started down the sidewalk, only to have Rogue pick up pace right next to him. "Why do ya do it, then? I'm sure ya could get a regular job somewhere." He chuckled and glanced over at her with his eerie red eyes. "Is yo' a Girlscount, Cheri? Wan' ta do yo' good deed fo' da day?" She scowled and clenched her hands into fists.
"Look, Ah'm jus' tryin' ta be nice!" She was infuriated that he would continue to treat this like a joke of some kind, treat her like a child. "Well, Cheri, when yo' give Remy some sugah Remy will listen ta what yo' want Remy ta do, all right?" He grinned and gave her a wink as they stopped at a crosswalk, waiting for the light to change. Rogue blinked, then frowned and looked away, Remy looking over at her when all he heard was the noise of the city. "Did Ah say somet'in' bad, Cheri?" Rogue took a deep breath and sighed, then shook her head. "Ah'm jus'... different..."
Remy chuckled as they continued on across the street. "Don' fret none 'bout it, Cheri, Remy know what yo' mean. He ain' so not different himself." Rogue gave a small smile and shrugged. "Ah can't touch people... it... hurts them." Remy slid his arm around her shoulders, as if he hadn't just listened, or perhaps he all ready had figured out her skin was clothed nearly all along her body, and his arm wasn't near her bare neck at least "Well, Cheri, yo' ain' missin' much, cause mos' da guys out dere is no good, nah like Remy. I's dem dat's missin' out on yo', das all." She gave another small smile but slipped away from his arm, and he didn't bother try and stop her.
Rogue sighed and stopped, and Remy stopped with her. "Ah knew at least one who wasn't... Hey, Ah gotta get back to mah friends... Um... Ya know, if ya are... like us... Ya could come along to the school..." Remy just chuckled and shook his head. "Nah, Cheri, i's no da place fo' Remy. Remy got a home all ready. Maybe yo' can look Remy up sometime." He slid out a card and flipped it upward. Rogues eyes followed it upward then she snatched it out of the air, looking at it. The Ace of Hearts with an address written on it. She looked up only to find Remy was all ready a ways down the sidewalk. Rogue smiled and blushed again as she turned around and ran back toward the clothing store where Jean and Kitty stood outside and looked aorund for her.
As she ran up Kitty started talking, as usual. "Rogue, you had us like, totally scared! You can't just run off like that! You could have been, like, kidnapped, ya know? It happens all the time!" Rogue sighed adn rolled her eyes. "Relax, Ah'm fine... Was just... Talkin' with someone." Jean smiled and started toward her car with her packages, Kitty following. "Well, let's get back to the school, now, I'm meeting Scott in an hour." Kitty giggled as she and Rogue slid into the back seat of the convertable, the packages taking up shotgun, as Jean pulled out and started down the street. Kitty leaned towards Rogue and whispered to her. "So, who was he?" Rogue just pushed her away and shook her head. "It ain't none of your business, Kitty Pryde." Kitty huffed and leaned back into the seat, sulking. Rogue smiled and looked at the card she'd kept out of sight before sliding it into her pocket. It would just be her little secret.
