Remy Etienne Lebeau @thievingsmile - Tumblr Blog

D'mun still giddy over him havin some new ink. Mas oui, homme. Merde..

#DmC #The Order #Leg Is Sore As FUCK #Cross Branding #I Miss my Dante

AAAhhh, memories. The world’s first hug-based moshpit. (We’re still recovering from the crushed ribs!) [That one fellow /did/ give you his number. Didn’t he?]…..Shut up.

The swamp rat's mun looks like a soaked rat at the moment. I love getting caught in the rain. .______.

#OOC

Sexy Sunday? I done miss d'memo sayin it was only one day. Whoops.

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How Do Court Reporters Keep Straight Faces? These are from a book called Disorder in the Courts and are things people actually said in court, word for word, taken down and published by court reporters that had the torment of staying calm while the exchanges were taking place. ATTORNEY: What was the first thing your husband said to you that morning? WITNESS: He said, ‘Where am I, Cathy?’ ATTORNEY: And why did that upset you? WITNESS: My name is Susan! _______________________________ ATTORNEY: What gear were you in at the moment of the impact? WITNESS: Gucci sweats and Reeboks. ____________________________________________ ATTORNEY: Are you sexually active? WITNESS: No, I just lie there. ____________________________________________ ATTORNEY: What is your date of birth? WITNESS: July 18th. ATTORNEY: What year? WITNESS: Every year. _____________________________________ ATTORNEY: How old is your son, the one living with you? WITNESS: Thirty-eight or thirty-five, I can’t remember which. ATTORNEY: How long has he lived with you? WITNESS: Forty-five years. _________________________________ ATTORNEY: This myasthenia gravis, does it affect your memory at all? WITNESS: Yes. ATTORNEY: And in what ways does it affect your memory? WITNESS: I forget.. ATTORNEY: You forget? Can you give us an example of something you forgot? ___________________________________________ ATTORNEY: Now doctor, isn’t it true that when a person dies in his sleep, he doesn’t know about it until the next morning? WITNESS: Did you actually pass the bar exam? ____________________________________ ATTORNEY: The youngest son, the 20-year-old, how old is he? WITNESS: He’s 20, much like your IQ. ___________________________________________ ATTORNEY: Were you present when your picture was taken? WITNESS: Are you shitting me? _________________________________________ ATTORNEY: So the date of conception (of the baby) was August 8th? WITNESS: Yes. ATTORNEY: And what were you doing at that time? WITNESS: Getting laid ____________________________________________ ATTORNEY: She had three children , right? WITNESS: Yes. ATTORNEY: How many were boys? WITNESS: None. ATTORNEY: Were there any girls? WITNESS: Your Honor, I think I need a different attorney. Can I get a new attorney? ____________________________________________ ATTORNEY: How was your first marriage terminated? WITNESS: By death.. ATTORNEY: And by whose death was it terminated? WITNESS: Take a guess. ___________________________________________ ATTORNEY: Can you describe the individual? WITNESS: He was about medium height and had a beard ATTORNEY: Was this a male or a female? WITNESS: Unless the Circus was in town I’m going with male. _____________________________________ ATTORNEY: Is your appearance here this morning pursuant to a deposition notice which I sent to your attorney? WITNESS: No, this is how I dress when I go to work. ______________________________________ ATTORNEY: Doctor , how many of your autopsies have you performed on dead people? WITNESS: All of them. The live ones put up too much of a fight. _________________________________________ ATTORNEY: ALL your responses MUST be oral, OK? What school did you go to? WITNESS: Oral… _________________________________________ ATTORNEY: Do you recall the time that you examined the body? WITNESS: The autopsy started around 8:30 PM ATTORNEY: And Mr. Denton was dead at the time? WITNESS: If not, he was by the time I finished. ____________________________________________ ATTORNEY: Are you qualified to give a urine sample? WITNESS: Are you qualified to ask that question? ______________________________________ And last: ATTORNEY: Doctor, before you performed the autopsy, did you check for a pulse? WITNESS: No. ATTORNEY: Did you check for blood pressure? WITNESS: No. ATTORNEY: Did you check for breathing? WITNESS: No.. ATTORNEY: So, then it is possible that the patient was alive when you began the autopsy? WITNESS: No. ATTORNEY: How can you be so sure, Doctor? WITNESS: Because his brain was sitting on my desk in a jar. ATTORNEY: I see, but could the patient have still been alive, nevertheless? WITNESS: Yes, it is possible that he could have been alive and practicing law.

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THE LAST ONE

Just a bit of late night self-therapy writing. Hope you enjoyed. I'll reply to asks in the morning. Night, kids.

#OOC

Remy pushed open the door to the roof and glanced up at the stars as he walked along the area. It was a beautiful night, filled with stars as far as the eye could see.

Not a cloud to be seen.

He gripped the neck of his bottle of rum and took a seat on the ledge, sighing as he poured a glass. He’d traveled the world and left his mark on every piece of soil. He’d procured countless pieces or art and riches, but one thing evaded him.

Happiness.

After a long breath, he drank from the small glass and wiped his mouth with a forearm. The night offered LeBeau precious hours of reflection. In his years, he’d helped saved this world and countless others, but he hardly held the strength to save himself.

Another glass poured, another drink taken.

Remy pulled a cigarette from his ear and lit the tip, taking a long, pensive drag. The glowing ember splashed an vivid orange over his face.

Another glass poured, another drink taken.

He stared outward at the skyline. For all his bravado and showmanship, he was a lost soul. Someone so outward and confident.

On the outside.

Within, he almost hated himself. He did hate himself.

"Whas’ wrong wit me..?"

Another glass poured, another drink taken.

He held the glass to his temple, exhaling the thick smoke through his nostrils. Time had been unkind to him. Many lost souls. Many harsh memories.

Another glass poured, another drink taken.

Before he knew it, Remy was gazing at the slowly rising sun. He turned his lip, mostly in frustration with himself and the lack of solidarity he held with himself.

Death.

Desolation.

Self-imposed exile.

Few would know his true story.

All would see what he intended.

None would ever forget the name Gambit.

….Another glass poured, another drink taken.

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"From d’look’a you, don’ seem like somethin y’gonna wanna tweet about. You got dat thing? Twitter?" He began to chuckle, a blatant attempt to cut the tension.

As quickly as the moment came, Remy disavowed it, adding. “Look. You safe. S’all that matters. What brings m’lil...

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"Wilson. That bag'a cats still kickin?" He tapped his temple as he spoke, mindful of the times Wade had.."visited" the institute, and the contempt many had for him, despite his heroic bursts.

He debated sharing his motives for being in New York to Laura, but hesitated, instead walking to the fridge.

"Told you. Y'never gonna be alone. Drink?"