50 Days of Raven Reyes (7/50)
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50 Days of Raven Reyes (7/50)
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“can you, uh,” nico began uneasily, shifting her feet from side to side as she approached rogue. “help me sign these consent papers? it’s for an event job that Wilder insisted well attend,” it’ll be fun, he said. we can get some cash, he also said. nico can’t help grimace at the recollection of them waiting tables for cash. “ Problem is, they need someone above 21 and you’re kinda, one of the few decent, nonevil ones.” she admitted.
the question had caught rogue by surprise – she’d been trying to help these kids whenever she had the opportunity. some make up, or cash for food, someone to talk to. she didn’t know the full story but she’d picked up enough to get an idea. somehow, signing a permission slip seemed different, it was something a parent did, not a friend, usually. but she knew what it was like and gave a quick nod. “ yeah –– sure, ya got a pen?” she took the papers, giving them a quick look over to make sure it was a legitimate event. “ ya’ll aren’t goin’ to get into trouble though, right?”
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❛ well in that case, no convincing required, i’m comin’ with ya. ❛
“ ya lucky i can’t fly anymore. i’d drop you in an erupting volcano. ”
gambitxremy
‘‘you are way too tense, Cherie, maybe that drink will do you some good.’‘ he signaled to the bartender behind him, without moving his eyes from rogue. ‘‘new york is not a very peaceful city, I don’t think I can take all the blame for your disturbance.’’ ‘can’t call if I don’t have a phone, and i can’t well write if I don’t have an address, how’s I to know you’d be in the big apple, mon amour?’‘
“ how hard did i hit ya? y’know i’ve been at the same place for years. i’m not the one that left. ” she pointed out, voice slightly more bitter than she’d really intended. “ so are ya goin’ to say anythin’ real or are excuses all ya got? ”
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remy gawped a little, offended by the sight of the girl stealing his drink and then insulting it. his jaw still throbbing from her touch, though it hurt, it was nice to see anna again. ‘’-me, that’s who, and I was minding my own business, I might even ask you the same thing, cheri’’
“ ya might – but i don’ recommend it. ” her eyes rolled with the warning, words laced in a southern accent. she was already there, already having hit him – she couldn’t back out now. “ i live in a mansion filled with superpowered children, this is the only place i thought i could get some damn peace – apparently not. ” she explained regardless, mostly to bypass the subject quickly. “ but how would i know when ya don’ call, don’ write, don’ really say much of anythin’ really. ”
allerdyced
❛ and what the hell makes you think i’ll come with you? ❛
“ –– nothing, actually i’m really kind’ hopin’ ya don’t. ”
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Remi was unexpectedly knocked back when he felt the punch to his jaw. Swerving his body to avoid knocking over his precious glass of wine. ‘‘Merde, Cher’‘ feeling a second of weakness when her skin met his.
“ worth it. ” she murmured, despite the slight intrusion of thoughts and memories that didn’t belong to her. the contact only lasted a second, not enough time to take anything significant. picking up the wine glass he’d tried to save, she drank the remaining contents before sitting it back down. “ who goes to a bar to drink wine, anyway? what are ya doin’ here? ”
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remy sat at the bar with his usual pack of playing cards shuffling between his two hands and a glass of rosé sat inches away. half heartily watching the game on the tv with his short attention span growing ever shorter by the loud crowds gathering behind him. losing focus for a moment a card shot from the pack straight towards a random glass. he heard a smash and immediately knew he’d messed up. setting the rest of the cards down and picking up his wine glass to assess his drunken mistake ‘’I do apologies, chéri, let me buy you another.’’
it appeared to be some type of cosmic joke; that the day rogue decided to avoid the noise of the mansion and escape to somewhere most of the inhabitants were too young to legally be, he chose to be there as well. she hadn’t been paying attention, sitting enough distance away to not be noticed. the sound of glass breaking followed by the easily recognizable voice caught her attention. the same one that she’d found comfort in once, now – well, now let’s say she had a temper. she wasn’t sure exactly when she’d left her seat, setting a determined path directly to him, but she did know when her hand balled into a fist and went flying into his jaw.
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already raiding the adult beverage selection of the mansion’s party, john was pouring himself a few cocktails in a line all for himself, when one was taken up, he was displeased, to say the least. ❛ what the fuck! i was mixin’ th- ❛ he stopped once he realized he probably should be trying to keep the trouble to the lowest he could. ❛ help yourself… ❛
leaning against the bar, rogue watched the incident from a safe distance with a smirk crossing her lips. “ they must’ve mistaken ya for the help, john. ” she commented, moving to grab herself a glass for herself. “ i’m surprised ya showed up here at all. ”
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“thank you.” dropping her hands to her sides, her fingers played with stray threads on the sides of her overalls, still apprehensive. the woman could call the law enforcement at any moment, her parents could get their hands on her. “i don’t…” she trailed off, gazes disconnecting as she glanced at her fidgeting hands, her lips constantly moving in a rapid fashion. “i— i don’t really have any money. it’s pretty hard to get an allowance from your evil parents when you’re a runaway.”
“ i remember what it was like –– not knowin’ how ya goin’ t’ afford the little things or the big things. ” she pointed out, alluding to her own past. if anything, she hoped to gain an ounce of the girl’s trust. it was the only way to help her. “ don’t worry ‘bout money, i can get ya what ya need this time. ” the offer came with a deep intake of breath, her head nodding slowly as she began to understand some of the girl’s situation. “ look, everybody ‘round here has a story, don’ be afraid to get some help where it’s offered. ”
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FEAR FILLED sensitive nostrils, bruising force let up as the man scampered away from the pair. a huff escaped her lips, laura turning to look at anna marie with blank eyes - a contrast reflecting off her teammate’s amused expression. ❛ …- ’f you say SO. ❜
“ y’know, laura – if ya aren’t careful, people are goin’ t’ start thinkin’ you’re lookin’ for a fight. ” she teased, fully aware that the other girl probably would have been happy to take up the fight if it’d really been worth it. “ how’s it goin’? ”