Vroom Vroom

May 01, 2018:

Lorna and Warren stumble upon Remy cleaning his motorcycle. Then Rogue shows up for added spice.

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Fade In…

The sun has begun to set on the Xavier's school and yet, in the orange and purple sky, a few clouds linger and beneath the sky, on the edge of the concrete at the mouth of the garage. With a large sheet down, and several metal pieces on the blue cloth, Remy is sitting on the ground with his legs fanned out. He has the gas tank of his motorcycle off and is being cleaned with a special microfibre cloth.
The cajun is working on his motorcycle by himself as he sits on the ground and as the night moves in, he doesn't seem concerned or worried.
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Warren Worthington comes in from above, as usual, his metal wings outstretched on either side, catching the air and carrying him to land lightly on his feet. He wears a pair of jeans and some Adidas sneakers. His t-shirt is sleeveless and shows off his well-muscled frame as he lands. His thick, blonde hair is pulled back in a low ponytil at the base of his neck.
"People always tell me there's pleasure to be found in working with your hads, but, I'll be honest, I'm just as happy not smelling like gasoline all day," he says casually to Remy.
*
Lorna floated around outside on the lawn in the evening air, enjoying the coolness of the day as well as the warmth. She bent, gathering every now and then, a few May flowers—dandelions, and violets. The wild bits and bobs that survived around the edges of the mansion beyond the manicured gardens. It was all gathered carefully, and folded into her hand with a tight purse of her lips at the effort from bending over with a cast still locked around her leg.
Green hair floated in the magnetic breeze around her, the only thing that was the same from her appearance years before. Now she wore a ragged looking, borrowed T-shirt and over a pair of jean cut-off shorts. Cheap metal jewelry covered her wrists, made of nickle and steel. She caught sight of Remy and Warren, arched a brow and made her way on bare feet over toward the two men.
"Warren, hey. Long time no see."
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"Then be glad ya don' 'ave t'smell like gasoline, an d'e token cajun will." The thief says with a kind smirk up to Warren though Remy's ruby eyes look back down to his gas tank and his legs are still fanned out before him and his cast is heavy on the ground, almost anchoring the weekend mechanic to the blue blanket he has claimed to work on and oil up in a filthy manner.
Remy looks up at Lorna's voice and he tilts his head, as he's been here all day basically but he hasn't heard from her and yet she chooses to speak to Warren and Warren only, yeah, go after the pretty boy that hasn't flirted with you all week. Sure. Makes sense actually, but Remy silently huffs to himself before lowering his chin and getting back to work on his bike.
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Warren Worthington turns at Lorna's approach and nods, "Yeah, I've been…pulling myself together a bit," he says, a pained smile briefly on his face. "But I think things are going well. I thought I might as well come by and see if I can do anything useful," he says.
Warren doesn't take much note of Remy's potential jealousy, but, then, people are jealous of him. He's Warren Worthington III.
*
Lorna dragged her hands through her hair, her other hand still gripping the odd wild flowers she meant to bring back to Aurora tucked inside. Her little baby, locked into an incubator for the next several months. She smiled toward Warren, and nodded. "I know how that goes, trust me. I am in the process of doing so. Though, I might not stay here when I do." She sighed, and glanced toward Remy.
"Looks like you're doing better, how's your leg, Remy?" She hooked an eyebrow upwards as she spoke, shifting her weight on her good leg as she floated an inch or two off the ground.
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"Ah'm doin' fine. Healin' slowly t'ough." Remy reports as he sets his microfiber cloth down and rolls the tank over in his hand as he grabs a brillo pad and starts to scrape the underside of the piece of metal, scraping away the imperfections and the dirt and grime off the under carriage.
Remy opens his mouth to blurt out some snarky comment, but he keeps it to himself, not wanting to upset the new mother and the man returning to the school. That's not his place, he's here to help people and atone for his own sins, not add to them.
*
Warren Worthington keeps his wings folded tight against his back, although the metal always seems to be a bit alive, the tips of his sharpened feathers flexing a bit as he puts his hands in his pockets. "It's a nice place to visit, yes, but living here? No. Dorms are for kids. I like having my own place. Places," he admits.
He considers offering some of his own healing gift to Remy but -Hey mind if I pour some blood on your wound- doesn't tend to go over too well. The cajun seems okay enough.
*
Lorna shrugged once, and nodded, "Same here, I guess.." She muttered, turning green eyes to her cast. She sighed once more and glanced toward the motorcycle parts that Remy worked away on. "Do you want some help with that?" She asked, waving a hand and turning over magnetic bounds around the odds and ends that the cajun now worked on in offering.
Her gaze swung back to Warren and she snickered softly under her breath. "I'm engaged and have a kid. Do you think I want to stay here for long with a bunch of teeenagers? No thank you."
*
"Ya know what dey say about high school students?" Remy says with a chuckle before he finishes his joke and nods once subtly, "Yah can 'elp if ya like." He says, motioning to the motorcycle without a gas tank next to him. "Rub it in ya two, some o' us don' 'ave homes t'go back ta. Kinda sucks." He says with a shrug of his shoulders, but he doesn't dwell on it too long, as he's waiting to finish his joke.
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Warren Worthington raises an eyebrow, "A child? Yeah, being around here is probably not a good idea with a small kid. Too many supervillain attacks. Too many dimensional rifts. Giant robots. Bad mojo," he says, shaking his head.
"I would offer to buy you a house, but my father told me never to invest in swampland," he says with a playful jab.
*
Lorna eased herself down besides Remy, waving a hand and pulling a metal piece to her. She didn't grab a cloth, merely ran her finger tips over the metal, playing with the surface electrons and pull away debris without need of a cloth. She smirked, and the metal shined like it was freshly cast. "I don't want to know what you think they say about high schoolers." She shot back, and arched a brow.
"I don't have a home, just the people that need to go into one." She murmured, her gaze twisting around to land on Warren.
"She's not.. uh. Running anytime soon. She's a premie." She murmured and glanced away. "Because of those super-villains.. sort of ruined my wedding too, if you saw the news." She sighed heavily.
*
Remy quirks up an eyebrow at Lorna's prowess at cleaning the detached mirror off his handlebars. "Fine, Ah won' tell ya mah joke." Gambit says with a purse of his lips as he runs the brillo pad down the gas tank even more.
Remy looks up to Waren with a smirk on his lips. "If ya handin' houses out, Ah could really use one. But ah need a room for Rogue an a room fo' mah ot'er girls, nice an' hidden." The thief then winks obviously joking. Or is he?
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Warren Worthington laughs, "I know a few who have that sort of arrangement going, although usually they keep their other friends at separate locations. Saves on cleaning up if they get into a fight," he says.
"I admit, I don't watch much television. Sorry to hear about your nuptials. I hope you had insurance," he says.
*
Lorna climbed to her feet, or more over, floated. She waved her hands and the mirrors floated back to where they belonged as well with twirl of her finger tips. Green hair fluttered in the spring time breeze around her as she gathered up the flowers she'd collected once more. "Much appreciated Remy, but I think I should head back inside. Pain killers are wearing off and I'll need some more." She grimaced faintly.
Still, she nodded to Warren with a faint smile. "Don't listen to him, Rogue is more woman than he deserves." She teased lightly, and at Warren's question about insurance she bit her lower lip.
"Do you count having Magneto pissed as hell and shutting down the whole island as insurance? Or would that be the X-men that rescued me?" She drawled and made to depart.
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[Warren Worthington returns to OOC Land.]
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Remy LeBeau arrives from Westchester County.
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+MEET: Warren Worthington has arrived via +meet.
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+MEET: Rogue has arrived via +meet.
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"Ah never said dat. She's dhe best woman Ah know and Ah certainly don't deserve any woman." The cajun says with a shrug and then a middle finger held up towards Lorna as she walks away, one he would rise up higher if she turned around to look, but he would have his boyish grin on his face the whole time she walks away. "Now, tell me, how do ya keep a shine like dat on ya wings?" The cajun asks.
*
Warren Worthington looks over his shoulder at his wings, "They seem to be of the stainless variety. I didn't really ask the insane monster who grew them on me, though. He didn't seem particularly concerned about hygiene overall. I'm going to write it off as a bonus side effect,' he says. "And it's good to be grateful for your significant other. All women willing to tolerate men at all probably deserve awards."
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"Ah, guess d'at was a question in poorest taste." Remy says with a frown as he keeps scrubbing at his motorcycle fuel tank, sitting on a blue blanket outside the garage. Yeah, it would be nice to have Lorna just go over it with her magnetic powers, but she's already gone. "An' yeah, Rogue an all women deserve some kinda anyt'in' fo' puttin' up wit us jerkwads." The thief replies towards Warren, his broken foot's toes wiggling outside of his cast in the cool sunset air.
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Warren Worthington waves a hand, dismissing the apology, "I'm not particularly sensitive about it," he says. Which, in some ways, is a lie, but he at least makes a public show of being unaffected. "I know how much that can suck. An unfortunate side effect of my abilities is my bones are a little more fragile than most. Spent plenty of times in a cast myself."
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Rogue appears at the end of the driveway with her skateboard under her arm. (Yeah she's a 26 year old woman who still skateboards, so what?!). She's got a grey and white NY Yankees hat on, turned backwards of course, with her brown/white hair trailing out on either sides of it as she walks with a bounce to her step and a whistling tune escaping between her lips. The southern belle's got a hoodie tied around her waist and a dark green tanktop on, leaving her shoulders and arms dangerous barely, some blue jeans and simple shoes complete her attire.
She can't ride her board on the Xavier's drive cause its those damn pebbles that make it all faaancy, so she has to walk the rest of the way, headed for the Garage when she sees some others near there.
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"Speak o'd'e devil an' she appears." Remy says with a playful smirk to his face as he looks towards Warren. "Sure, yeah, but Ah bet ya hollow bones didn' 'ave a green haired woman drop a stinkin' cannon ont'ya leg." Then Remy, still sitting on his bottom, looks up to Rogue as she approaches. "What's ya up ta? Goin' out all day on ya board, flyskatin' around again?"
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Warren Worthington shakes his head, "Lorna seems to be something of a hazard, I take it," he says. He gives a nod to Rogue at her approach, reaching back and undoing his ponytail to let his hair spill loose over his shoulders, "Maybe we should see about getting a skate…thing put in. Ring? Rink? Ramp? I don't know. One of those troughs where you can go up the walls," he says.
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Rogue comes to a halt in front of the two handsome men and she looks between them both and just shakes her head at what both of them have to say. "No." She says at Remy, shaking her head somewhat defiantly at him. "I went into town t'get a bite t'eat then I went by the park t'just hang out in the nice weather. Folks are getting their boats out and the skiers are fun t'watch."
She then sweeps her green eyed gaze over to Warren and she watches him whip that hair of his out, she raises her hand up to her chest (gloved of course up to her wrist!) "Be still my heart, those golden locks are as sexy as the rest'a the man they're attached to." She then grins at him and nods once. "Heya, Warren. Long time no see."
*
Remy rolls his eyes at the display of Fabio on a romance novel cover, and with his awkward seated postion on the ground with his cast and legs fanned out and the gas tank of his motorcycle in his hands, the cajun resumes cleaning his bike. The man isn't too concerned with his jealous feelings towards and from Warren. No, the cajun has work to do and he's confident in his ability go get the girl with his boyish, badboy charm.
"Ya get caught starin' at Skier's butts, they kick ya off'a d'e beach. Don' ask me how Ah know." He chuckles.
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Warren Worthington smiles playfully, "Rogue," he says. "Lovely as ever, of course. Mr. Lebeau's a lucky gentleman, as he was just informing me," he says. He's not about to pretend he isn't good looking, because he is and he's never seen the point in excess humility.
"They kick you off the mountain, too, for snow skiing. Although, really, everyone's so bundled up, the best views are inside by the fire with a warm cup of hot chocolate," he says.
*
Rogue listens to the both of them, but its Warren's words that get her to look over and down at Remy. She reaches one booted foot out to lightly tap his injured leg. "He and I ain't officially nothin'!" She says defiantly down at the man that keeps claiming they are. "He runs aaway too much without any word… stays gone for months on end, shackin' up with random skiers that he's been eyeballin' the butts of."
She looks back up to Warren and shows him a light grin. "Winter skiing, now thats something I wanna get into. I'd start off with the highest slope… Somethin' tells me I could conquer it right outta the gate." She's all grins now, just being goofy of course… but then again, flight power and invulnerability, she could fake being an amazing skiier if she so desired! (which of course she would)
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"Ah'm 'ere now aren't Ah?" The southerner asks almost offended as he is kicked by the most dangerous woman he's encountered this week. Hands down. "Ya know Ah wanna be a somet'in' but ya keep brushin' me aside." Red eyed Remy says with a glance to Warren, and then he shrugs his shoulders, "Why not take 'er skiing? Ah can' do shit righ' now." Remy's a bit defeated about how life's tellin' him 'no' lately.
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Warren Worthington looks back and forth between the two. Obviously there's something going on with them, so he knows he's probably just a toy getting back and forth, like a kitten with a ball of yarn. But he always liked kittens.
"I might, at that," he says. "We're a little out of season, but that's the good thing about mountains - they're high up. Or you can always go to the southern hemisphere - there's actually some nice skiing in South America, if you know where to look," he says.
*
Rogue taps Remy again on his leg with the tip of her shoe. "Ya can't skii when the snows all melted, dummy." She chides him some more, but she's really just being good humored about it… or trying to be. "Did ya see that Lorna dropped a cannon on his leg?" She asked Warren then and there. "I brought the cannon here t'hide it from some racist rednecks, and Lorna picked it up and just… boom!" Rogue laughs quietly. "Painful as all hell I bet."
She tilts her head at Warren. "They got skiing in South America?" She asks, genuinely perplexed. "I ain't never heard'a that before… I thought that whole damn place was hot as heck."
*
"T'anks, ROGUE!" Remy says sarcastically as he rolls over, and pushes himself up onto his feet. "Ah t'ink Ah'm gonna finish t'is in d'e mornin'." Gambit says as he rolls up his blanket and covers up the parts of his motorcycle that are scattered about the ground and he covers it all up to protect it from any weathering that might happen over night. "Y'two 'ave fun flyin' t'Chille." Remy says with a shrug as he limps back inside.

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