Southern Musicians
"It been a week since I picked 'im up off de streets, an' we still dunno a t'ing 'bout 'im!" Gambit thinks to himself. Gambit had been sent on a mission by the professor to pick up a kid off the streets in New Orleans. Since Remy was already in the area, he was happy to oblige. The kid had hardly spoken a word since he had gotten there. He seemed like a lion at the zoo. You can always tell the ones that were captured from the wild. They just paced back and forth with dull, glazed eyes.
Gambit walks down one of the hallways of the Mansion, listening to the surroundings that are around him. He stops walking; listening to something he thought he heard. Faintly he hears the sound of a saxophone. Using the thief skills he was taught since a boy, he walks quietly trying to locate the origin of the beautiful sounding music. He comes to the door of the room that the beautiful southern style jazz is coming from. "I should 'f known'" he thinks to himself as he knocks on the door. "Come in." calls the quiet voice inside. As gambit walks in, he sees the new student that has come to the institute.
"'Eh mon ami. Jus' finishin' up your practicin'?" says Remy smiling at the young teen. The boy had been playing each night of the week, the same way Remy found him on the streets. "You soundin' betta den me on de ivories!"
The boy started packing up his Alto Saxophone. "I'm not that great, but thanks for the encouragement. So what's up?" The boy finished packing up and sat waiting for the young man's reply.
Gambit began to fidget a little behind his back under the young boys stare. Those deep brown eyes, the scraggily dark brown hair, and the boys thin features. "'Ow could dis boy be a street kid?" he thought to himself. "I was jus' t'inkin," Gambit says as he sits on the edge of the boy's bed. "what do yeah t'ink bout practicin' wit' me tomorrow? We could make a smooth combo man. Two New Orlean guys jamin' ou' on de blues. What ya say?"
The boy cast his eyes to the ground, and Remy could tell he was feeling a pain of some kind. "I'm sorry to upset you Mr.LeBeau, but im not from New Orleans. You see, I ran away to Louisiana from Texas. It's a long story, and I don't really wanna talk about," the boy said his eyes closed tight.
Gambit was a little surprised that the young boy had told him so much. "Kid, lay off deh formalities. Jus' call me Remy or Gambit. About you past, ya be needin' someone to talk to, I'm available whenever," Remy says with a smile to encourage the boy. "Y'know, I still dunno ya name, and callin' ya "new kid" or "boy" sounds like I'm insultin' ya. Ya don' have ta tell me ya name, even a nickname is fine. Like mine bein' Gambit, just any- "
"Rodney, just Rodney. There's nothing special about me to have a nickname," the boy interrupted.
"Now we gettin' somewhere" Remy thought. "well, I guess I'll leave you alone now, will I be seein' ya for practice tomorrow?"
"Yeah, sure. Come by and pick me up when you wanna go," says Rodney standing up to show Remy out.
"I'll see ya tomorrow den, but if ya dun mind, change ya clothes. The Professor 'ad a feelin' what ya like an' got ya some duds. I dun mean to offend, but ya really need to change outta the clothes ya been wearin' since I picked ya up. Jus' a suggestion!" says Remy trying not to offend the boy in any way. "I still want him to open up more, I have to keep him as comfortable as possible" Remy thought.
Rodney almost fell on the ground laughing so hard. "I've been washing my clothes daily; I didn't know that you gave me any clothes!"
Remy blushed at the mentioning of this. "Well, then, I be seein' ya tomorrow den," he says as he backs out of the door.
Rodney leans against the door listening for Gambit's steps to die away. "I guess that now it's time for my other practice," he whispers to himself. Rodney grabs several small smooth stones from his chest of draws, sits on the floor of his room, and lays the stones in a pile in front of him. He then sits cross-legged with his hands on his knees. Rodney looks at the clock and mutters, "7 o'clock. Lets get started." He begins to softly chant with his eyes closed. "Shadows of ages, shadows of darkness; shadows of ages, shadows of darkness," Rodney chants.
The shadows of all that is in his room rise off the ground and begin to swirl above the objects in front of him. Slowly they begin to descend onto the rocks, covering them with a haze of black. Rodney takes his hands off of his knees and places them on the sides of the stones. He then raises his hands up and the darkness shrouded orbs rise with them. He moves his hands cupped to be held out at his sides, and the stones become a circle. He opens his eyes and they are completely black. Rodney then pulls his hands into fists slowly, and the stones begin to gyrate. They move faster and faster, and Rodney then begins to rise off the ground. Rodney pulls his hands and places them on his shoulders. The round orbs continue to gyrate and Rodney flies into them, the timing perfect so he is now inside of the circle of moving stones. He levitates over his bed and the stones stop gyrating and begin to spin horizontally to the ground around him moving so fast they look like a single black circle. Rodney raises his arms above his head and he floats down to on top of his bed. He closes his eyes and when he opens them, the stones are lying in a circle around him back to their original form. He looks back at the clock and it says 10 PM.
"Wow! That was a good workout," he mutters to himself. His forehead is dripping with sweat as he gets up and begins to strip of his clothing. He steps into the bathroom, finishes stripping and showers.
Rodney steps out of the bathroom 15 minuets later drying himself off with a towel. He then tosses the towel back into the bathroom and jumps into bed naked. He closes his eyes and quickly falls asleep worn out from his "workout".
A/N: Chap 2 commin sooon!!!
"It been a week since I picked 'im up off de streets, an' we still dunno a t'ing 'bout 'im!" Gambit thinks to himself. Gambit had been sent on a mission by the professor to pick up a kid off the streets in New Orleans. Since Remy was already in the area, he was happy to oblige. The kid had hardly spoken a word since he had gotten there. He seemed like a lion at the zoo. You can always tell the ones that were captured from the wild. They just paced back and forth with dull, glazed eyes.
Gambit walks down one of the hallways of the Mansion, listening to the surroundings that are around him. He stops walking; listening to something he thought he heard. Faintly he hears the sound of a saxophone. Using the thief skills he was taught since a boy, he walks quietly trying to locate the origin of the beautiful sounding music. He comes to the door of the room that the beautiful southern style jazz is coming from. "I should 'f known'" he thinks to himself as he knocks on the door. "Come in." calls the quiet voice inside. As gambit walks in, he sees the new student that has come to the institute.
"'Eh mon ami. Jus' finishin' up your practicin'?" says Remy smiling at the young teen. The boy had been playing each night of the week, the same way Remy found him on the streets. "You soundin' betta den me on de ivories!"
The boy started packing up his Alto Saxophone. "I'm not that great, but thanks for the encouragement. So what's up?" The boy finished packing up and sat waiting for the young man's reply.
Gambit began to fidget a little behind his back under the young boys stare. Those deep brown eyes, the scraggily dark brown hair, and the boys thin features. "'Ow could dis boy be a street kid?" he thought to himself. "I was jus' t'inkin," Gambit says as he sits on the edge of the boy's bed. "what do yeah t'ink bout practicin' wit' me tomorrow? We could make a smooth combo man. Two New Orlean guys jamin' ou' on de blues. What ya say?"
The boy cast his eyes to the ground, and Remy could tell he was feeling a pain of some kind. "I'm sorry to upset you Mr.LeBeau, but im not from New Orleans. You see, I ran away to Louisiana from Texas. It's a long story, and I don't really wanna talk about," the boy said his eyes closed tight.
Gambit was a little surprised that the young boy had told him so much. "Kid, lay off deh formalities. Jus' call me Remy or Gambit. About you past, ya be needin' someone to talk to, I'm available whenever," Remy says with a smile to encourage the boy. "Y'know, I still dunno ya name, and callin' ya "new kid" or "boy" sounds like I'm insultin' ya. Ya don' have ta tell me ya name, even a nickname is fine. Like mine bein' Gambit, just any- "
"Rodney, just Rodney. There's nothing special about me to have a nickname," the boy interrupted.
"Now we gettin' somewhere" Remy thought. "well, I guess I'll leave you alone now, will I be seein' ya for practice tomorrow?"
"Yeah, sure. Come by and pick me up when you wanna go," says Rodney standing up to show Remy out.
"I'll see ya tomorrow den, but if ya dun mind, change ya clothes. The Professor 'ad a feelin' what ya like an' got ya some duds. I dun mean to offend, but ya really need to change outta the clothes ya been wearin' since I picked ya up. Jus' a suggestion!" says Remy trying not to offend the boy in any way. "I still want him to open up more, I have to keep him as comfortable as possible" Remy thought.
Rodney almost fell on the ground laughing so hard. "I've been washing my clothes daily; I didn't know that you gave me any clothes!"
Remy blushed at the mentioning of this. "Well, then, I be seein' ya tomorrow den," he says as he backs out of the door.
Rodney leans against the door listening for Gambit's steps to die away. "I guess that now it's time for my other practice," he whispers to himself. Rodney grabs several small smooth stones from his chest of draws, sits on the floor of his room, and lays the stones in a pile in front of him. He then sits cross-legged with his hands on his knees. Rodney looks at the clock and mutters, "7 o'clock. Lets get started." He begins to softly chant with his eyes closed. "Shadows of ages, shadows of darkness; shadows of ages, shadows of darkness," Rodney chants.
The shadows of all that is in his room rise off the ground and begin to swirl above the objects in front of him. Slowly they begin to descend onto the rocks, covering them with a haze of black. Rodney takes his hands off of his knees and places them on the sides of the stones. He then raises his hands up and the darkness shrouded orbs rise with them. He moves his hands cupped to be held out at his sides, and the stones become a circle. He opens his eyes and they are completely black. Rodney then pulls his hands into fists slowly, and the stones begin to gyrate. They move faster and faster, and Rodney then begins to rise off the ground. Rodney pulls his hands and places them on his shoulders. The round orbs continue to gyrate and Rodney flies into them, the timing perfect so he is now inside of the circle of moving stones. He levitates over his bed and the stones stop gyrating and begin to spin horizontally to the ground around him moving so fast they look like a single black circle. Rodney raises his arms above his head and he floats down to on top of his bed. He closes his eyes and when he opens them, the stones are lying in a circle around him back to their original form. He looks back at the clock and it says 10 PM.
"Wow! That was a good workout," he mutters to himself. His forehead is dripping with sweat as he gets up and begins to strip of his clothing. He steps into the bathroom, finishes stripping and showers.
Rodney steps out of the bathroom 15 minuets later drying himself off with a towel. He then tosses the towel back into the bathroom and jumps into bed naked. He closes his eyes and quickly falls asleep worn out from his "workout".
A/N: Chap 2 commin sooon!!!