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Post by Blue Angel on Jun 16, 2010 4:53:18 GMT
Claire sat outside with her little kitten named Grace, as she held out her flute looking towards the sky. Remembering the times of long ago that were happier. She knew then that times with her family were the most fun she had ever had. But during her times in New Orleans, she found how much she missed it. She missed the smell of jambalaya. THe delicious smell of grilled fish. She looked around smiling knowing that sometimes she felt alone in her love for her heritage. She knew that she was one of the different ones. Not only was her ability different, it was also her attitude and personality. It might have been the reason she didn't have many friends. Watching Grace pounce around she smiled," Now mon petit chaton, please be careful." Claire stated playing a soft melody on her flute that she had started to pick out a few days ago.
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Post by Gambit on Jun 16, 2010 18:07:17 GMT
Remy hated that Logan was the only person allowed to leave either of the academies smelling like an ashtray, other people had nicotine needs too. It was down right hypocritical, in his opinion. Maybe it was a habit he should have cut out of his life a long time ago, but the state the world was in, and the small part he had to play in that, left him feeling like now wasn't the best time to rehabilitate minor addictions. Apocalypse was more likely to shave years off his life than a couple more cigarettes.
With that mindset he ventured out of the front door, tapping lightly on the bottom of the packet until one lone cigarette popped up. As he took it between his lips he spied the little kitten leaping up and down on the lawn, attempting with all her might to catch the insects that lived in the grass. He gave a soft smile, who doesn't like kittens? People who are dead inside, that's who.
His eyes flicked to the red haired woman as the flute song rang out, it was nice, soothing even. Lighting the cigarette and taking a long drag he leaned up against the opposite wall, not wanting to disturb her, in case she was working on a masterpiece.
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Post by Blue Angel on Jun 16, 2010 18:20:27 GMT
Watching Grace pounce around chasing a dragon fly, she sniffed the air. The smell of smoke in the air. Seeing Grace saunter back to her, Claire reached out and pat her on the head as she curled up beside her. " Hello Mr. Le Beau." Claire stated not turning to look cleaning her flute, knowing she could practice another time. Knowing that not a lot of people here besides Logan, smoked. The smell of it made her want to choke but she tolerated it. Watching the clouds roll by, she hated the fact that she was rarely allowed to leave the school since her ability was so unique.
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Post by Gambit on Jun 16, 2010 18:52:11 GMT
"Mademoiselle De Rieux" He replied in kind, watching the kitten return to her owner for comfort. He moved so that the smoke didn't blow directly on the young woman, leaping up to perch on the low wall that was either side of the Institutes steps. He knew that a lot of people didn't like the smell, and the thought of second hand smoking for most made them recoil.
"Y'know, y'can jus' call me Remy" He mused, flicking away some ash as he watched her fiddle with her flute "Mr. LeBeau sounds like ah'm in all sort'sa trouble" Which he wasn't, to his knowledge. Since becoming a teacher here he had been behaving himself, for the most part anyways.
Remy rested his arm on his knee, eying the wisps of black smoke as they coiled and eventually evaporated skyward "Ah didn't mean ta interupt'cha or anyt'in"
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Post by Blue Angel on Jun 16, 2010 19:20:17 GMT
Claire smiled at him, she didn't know too much about him. That he was a new teacher at the school. Wasn't even sure what he taught really, " It's fine, Remy. I was actually finished with the song. Just playing a soft lullaby my papa taught me ages ago." Pets Grace as she purrs softly sleeping.
Looking at the clouds," Sometimes days like this make me miss mon familie." She sighs standing up folding her arms brushing a strand of her hair to the side, knowing her ability would once again be shunned by her stepfather. "So what made ya become a teacher?" She stated looking at the red eyed man smiling.
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Post by Gambit on Jun 16, 2010 22:12:53 GMT
He could see why a breezy day like today would make her miss the south, New York was just about as north as you could get without being in Canada. Remy hated the cold, and snow, pretty much everything that came with being up north. But there really wasn't anything left for him back in New Orleans, except an ex wife and a pissed off guild.
"Dey not into de whole..." He made a soft rolling gesture with the hand that held the smoldering cigarette "Mutant t'ing?" There was no subtle way to put it, some families were embarrassed about their children being 'different'. His family chose him because of it. People were strange creatures.
He gave a soft laugh at her question, there was no life altering story behind it. He took another long drag before answering "Too old t'be a student, petite" He responded with a jet of black smoke, still grinning in amusement.
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Post by Blue Angel on Jun 17, 2010 6:30:35 GMT
Claire looked at Remy with her brown eyes, " Well its mostly mah step-father who shuns me. That's something ah would rather not talk about." Clutching her flute case tightly remembering the past. It made her so angry that she wanted to punch something. Music was her escape from the world. Her powers made her escape to talk to animals that would understand her completly, "If ya don't mind me askin Remy. What is ya'r powah." She looked at him picking up her sweater as the breeze was a bit chilly,"Mine is animal telepathy. Ah can talk animals more or less." She stated smiling at Grace going to rub against her legs chuckling softly.
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Post by Gambit on Jun 17, 2010 8:01:11 GMT
His face became a little more somber when she mentioned not wanting to talk about her past, he could respect that, when did he ever give the whole truth about his? Not very often, only when he was backed into a corner and truth was the only escape route. "Didn' mean to pry, we all got our demons round dese parts, non?" He took another long drag and looked of into the distance for a moment, too many demons.
Animal telepathy eh? Well that was one he hadn't seen before, and he had seen enough displays of mutant abilities to last him a lifetime. He turned his gaze back to the woman, then down at the little kitten and understood now that it was more than just an owner-kitty relationship.
"Ah, Me?" He was so used to people knowing what he did that it was no party trick anymore. He stumped out the last of the cigarette on the wall before reaching into his trenchcoat pocket he took out a card. He showed it to Claire, like any street magician would, passing it between his fingers before it began to glow a purplish red of kinesis. Finally he flicked it into midair, where it exploded. "Dats what ah do"
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Post by Blue Angel on Jun 17, 2010 8:15:17 GMT
Claire smiled as she saw the kinetic energy spark around the cigarette and she smiled. Knowing that it was interesting to see his ability. Knowing that he would be useful in battle. She could see how he would be, but she still found it hard to see how she would be of anyone us in battle. She was trying to figure how her abilities of be of use." We all share demons here. Some darker then others ah tink." Claire stated picking up Grace petting her smiling softly.
Closing her eyes, "I'll show you how my ability works. I will tell Grace here to get that bird there." Points to the male robin pouncing around on the ground. Looking at Grace, she smiled softly, Grace I want ya to get that robin sitting near the daisies. But be stealthy and kill it. The kitten meowed and started walking quietly towards the fountain where it was perched.
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Post by Gambit on Jun 18, 2010 0:53:17 GMT
"Ain't dat de truth" He said quietly, in a hushed tone. It was mostly to himself, but Claire wouldn't be able to gleam any information from it. Anyone his age had a past, he just guessed that his was a little more colorful than most. But that was neither here nor there.
He folded his arms across his chest as he watched her use her mutant talents, keeping his eyes glued to the little kitten.
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Post by Blue Angel on Jun 18, 2010 2:22:27 GMT
As Grace stalked the robin she hunched low to the ground. Stretching her claws out pawing at the ground gently as her tail quietly waves back and forth. Slowly she rises her rear end, and jumps at the robin. Digging her claws into the birds back as her front incisors sink into the throat of the bird, quickly draining the life out of the bird. The orange tabby kitten turns around trotting over to Remy sitting there looking up at him.
Claire crosses her arms open her eyes," You are getting much better. You hardly needed mah help this time Grace." She smiled looking up at the Cajun. He seemed like his mind was elsewhere not knowing what to do to help him. She knew the past for her was dark, and if anyone knew anything about her, they would know why she hated politics.
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