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Pride
Jul 8, 2006 22:10:48 GMT -5
Post by Analyse on Jul 8, 2006 22:10:48 GMT -5
Belladonna had spent the entire day prepping for the Hellfire Club ball. Hours were spent curling her hair, putting on make-up, getting a manicure and pedicure, and hiding weapons under an almost skin-tight gold dress. And for what? Absolutely nothing. After all, she was wanted at the Club for her killing prowess, not her looks.
But then, she didn't want to impress just any old person at the Hellfire Club.
She was trying to impress Remy LeBeau. Not that she really cared what he thought, or at least she convinced herself of that. It was just that she didn't like that he moved on past her; it made her feel rejected for some bizzare reason.
Of course, impressing him did depend on him actually showing up. And he hadn't yet.
Or, at least, he hadn't when she'd stormed out into the courtyard.
Pulling out a cigarette, she lit it with a small tongue of plasma and sat down on a marble bench.
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Pride
Jul 9, 2006 3:10:35 GMT -5
Post by vapor on Jul 9, 2006 3:10:35 GMT -5
Remy sauntered on up towards the ball with a slight bounce to his step and somewhat of a whistle to himself as his red on black eyes scanned around him. His hair was pulled back into a short ponytail and his facial hair had been neatly groomed. His black dress shoes made almost no noise as he readjusted the longer black duster he wore that seemed to match his suit perfectly.
He made his rounds greeting everyone and charming a few of the women who wouldn't rip his arm off for talking to them and snatched a few wallets and rings as he shook hands and kissed knuckles. Nothing too challenging. After all, he was the Hellfire Club's resident thief... the last demographic they thought he'd still from was them. And it wasn't like they couldn't afford to buy new rings or Italian wallets and Swiss watches.
He finally grabbed himseld a flute of champaigne as he continued to make his rounds. For some odd reason though, he couldn't help but think about his ex-wife. It had been odd running into her at the grocery store. Even odder consider they had actually gotten along....
And what made it possibly even worse... there was some sort of weird chemistry that seemed to throw him off. He let out an exasperated sigh as he made his way outside, this time with an entire champaign bottle for himself while he carried the glass. He set the bottle and cup down as he fished out his own cigarette and pulled out a lighter that had a design of the Ace of Spades on it. He flicked it open and lit the end of his cigarette, letting an orange faint glow come from the tip of the Marlboro. He payed no attention if anyone else was outside as he settled himself with the chaimpaigne in one hand, the flute in the other, and the cigarette persed between his lips.
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Pride
Jul 9, 2006 10:12:04 GMT -5
Post by Analyse on Jul 9, 2006 10:12:04 GMT -5
Belladonna smirked slightly and stood, smoothing out her skirt with her free hand. Curls bouncing against her bare shoulders, she made her way towards him, stilleto heels clicking agianst the stone walkway.
"Rough night, cher?" she teased, settling next to him and bringing her cigarette up to her lips. Watching him from the corner of her eye, she tried to guage his reaction. After all, she'd only spent a small fortune buying the dress and then a couple hours trying to figure out how to actually get it on. So, maybe, skin-tight and strapless with dozens of cut-outs hadn't been the most practical dress.
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Pride
Jul 9, 2006 10:41:39 GMT -5
Post by vapor on Jul 9, 2006 10:41:39 GMT -5
Remy jumped slightly before he set the crystal flute down next to him. "Not s'much rough... I'm jus'not a ballroom kin'a homme," he answered with a shrug after taking the cigarette from his lips. He did his best not to let his jaw drop but his red on black eyes did gauge her appearance a bit to come up with the mental response of "hot damn". "Why ain' y' in dere schmoozin' it up wit' de res' I'm sure y'd b'charmin' de ot'er men outta deir pants an' or deir inheritance."
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Pride
Jul 9, 2006 11:04:54 GMT -5
Post by Analyse on Jul 9, 2006 11:04:54 GMT -5
Belladonna shrugged slightly, pulling her hair over one shoulder. "Dunno, I don't t'ink it's a good idea t'stab de boss," she murmured. "'Nd Pierce was gettin' a l'il too friendly." She shrugged again, crossing her arms over her chest. "So, y' plan on spending the night hidin' out 'ere wit'a bottle o'champaigne?"
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Pride
Jul 9, 2006 11:34:25 GMT -5
Post by vapor on Jul 9, 2006 11:34:25 GMT -5
"I could blow'im up if y' wan'," Remy offered with a smirk, trying to hide that he really actually did want to get him for possibly trying to get fresh with Belladonna... that was his job after all. "Well... non... I was jus' plannin' on gettin' good an' drunk 'fore I go and socialize wit' de bleu bloods. Always makes de party a bit mo' fun... unless dere is mo' enjoyable comp'ny wit' me."
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Pride
Jul 9, 2006 13:25:15 GMT -5
Post by Analyse on Jul 9, 2006 13:25:15 GMT -5
Belladonna smirked slightly, looking over at Remy. "I t'ink it may be bad luck t'blow your boss up, cher. 'Nd 'e is still payin' us t'do 'is dirty work." She stubbed her cigarette and eyed the bottle of champaigne. "Y'gonna need a lot more alcohol in order t'put up wit' dem," she pointed out.
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Pride
Jul 9, 2006 14:06:20 GMT -5
Post by vapor on Jul 9, 2006 14:06:20 GMT -5
"Well... figure dat de res' o' de club don' like 'im much... not like any'ne miss 'im cher," he said with a laugh as he took another long drag on his cigarette. "Y' t'ink I didn' t'ink 'bout dat?" he opened the inside of his jacket to reveal a lot of playing card decks linning the inside as well as about three flasks. His lips played into a smirk. "Y'underestimate me cher."
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Pride
Jul 9, 2006 14:15:54 GMT -5
Post by Analyse on Jul 9, 2006 14:15:54 GMT -5
Belladonna smirked slightly, reaching out and taking the bottle of champaigne from Remy. "Well, I've overestimated y' 'fore, too, non?" She smirked slightly and took a gulp from the bottle. "'Sides I never know what y're carryin' in dat jacket. It 'olds much too much, if y'ask me."
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Pride
Jul 9, 2006 14:20:07 GMT -5
Post by vapor on Jul 9, 2006 14:20:07 GMT -5
"Really? Y' t'ought mo' o' me dan I managed t' deliver? Hrm... didn' know at any poin' I was bein' evaluated... ot'erwise results would 'ave been diff'ren'." Remy said with a laugh as he watched Belladonna take the bottle. "Y'd be s'prised cher," he winked as he took out the flask and took a quig swig.
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Pride
Jul 9, 2006 14:27:53 GMT -5
Post by Analyse on Jul 9, 2006 14:27:53 GMT -5
Belladonna laughed and set the bottle down, scooting just a little bit closer to Remy. "Well if I told y' I was spyin' on y'nd evaluatin' y' 'fore we got married, it would've defeated the whole point of spyin', non? 'Sides, y'constantly suprise me, don't mean it's a good t'in'."
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Pride
Jul 9, 2006 14:34:32 GMT -5
Post by vapor on Jul 9, 2006 14:34:32 GMT -5
Remy laughed. "Well... 'parently goin' out t'dinner o' somet'in' like mos' betrot'ed would've jus' been t' 'ard," he teased. "Really? My s'prises ain' good? Dat's almos' disappoin'in' cher. I don' like to s'prise in a negative way," he smirked as he took another swig. "So 'ow 'ave I disappoin'ed y' recen'ly?"
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Pride
Jul 9, 2006 14:48:00 GMT -5
Post by Analyse on Jul 9, 2006 14:48:00 GMT -5
"If we went off t'dinner we'd end up in a middle o'some Assassain and T'ief battle, 'nd dat's jus' no good for anyone's marriage," Belladonna shrugged slightly. "'Nd I'm not nearly drunk enough t'tell y'that kind o'stuff."
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Pride
Jul 9, 2006 23:48:00 GMT -5
Post by vapor on Jul 9, 2006 23:48:00 GMT -5
"C'est vrai (that's true)," Remy said with a laugh as he exhaled the smoke from the cigarette. "Aww... well cher, de night is young non?"
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Pride
Jul 10, 2006 8:15:52 GMT -5
Post by Analyse on Jul 10, 2006 8:15:52 GMT -5
Belladonna grinned, stubbing her own cigarette out. "Oui, it is still very young."
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Pride
Jul 10, 2006 8:34:08 GMT -5
Post by vapor on Jul 10, 2006 8:34:08 GMT -5
Remy smiled as he flicked his cigarette away, not bothering to stub it out. After another swig from the flask, he stuffed it back inside his coat. "So... shall we 'ead back inside? O' d'y' want to get good an' drunk firs'?"
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Pride
Jul 10, 2006 8:39:08 GMT -5
Post by Analyse on Jul 10, 2006 8:39:08 GMT -5
Belladonna shrugged and stood. "Mebbe we should make an appearence for now, ain't like de courtyard is goin' anywhere 'nd we 'ave hours ahead of us." Smirking, she held a hand out to him. "'Sides dancin' is always so much better sober."
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Pride
Jul 10, 2006 8:48:52 GMT -5
Post by vapor on Jul 10, 2006 8:48:52 GMT -5
Remy smirked as he took the offered hand at stood. He managed to slip his hand out of her grasp in order to carefully link arms. He offered a wink with his usual grin. "Dat's true. Don' t'ink I've e'er really enjoyed dancin' dat much when inhiberated," he said with a slight laugh.
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Pride
Jul 10, 2006 8:54:55 GMT -5
Post by Analyse on Jul 10, 2006 8:54:55 GMT -5
Belladonna grinned, resting her free hand against Remy's elbow. "Cher, dat hurts," she teased, leaning close to him. "I would t'ink y'd enjoy dancin' wit'me, drunk or no. After all, I am your favorite ex-wife, non?"
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Pride
Jul 10, 2006 9:08:30 GMT -5
Post by vapor on Jul 10, 2006 9:08:30 GMT -5
"Well I wouldn' know cher, y' wouldn' let me dance wit' y' at our reception... I t'ink de t'reat was... if I offered a hand t'y' it wouldn' be de only t'ing y'd cut off," Remy pointed out with a laugh. "O'coarse yo' my favorite ex wife cher, yo' my only ex wife."
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Pride
Jul 10, 2006 9:20:08 GMT -5
Post by Analyse on Jul 10, 2006 9:20:08 GMT -5
Belladonna shrugged slightly. "I wasn' 'appy dat day. If I remember correctly, I t'reatened t'maim several people. 'Sides, I like y'much better when I'm not forced at knife point t'spend time wit' y'." She smirked over at him.
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Pride
Jul 10, 2006 9:24:13 GMT -5
Post by vapor on Jul 10, 2006 9:24:13 GMT -5
"Well dat day wasn' rose fo' me eit'er incase y' fo'got," Remy pointed out with a laugh. "Ah, well now I 'ave discovered de formula fo' y' not t' t'reaten me den... eit'er y'mus' be payed to, o' it 'as t'be at random... I am keepin' dat in mind," he said with a wink as he started to lead her back to the ballroom, using his free hand to open the door for them.
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Pride
Jul 10, 2006 9:42:04 GMT -5
Post by Analyse on Jul 10, 2006 9:42:04 GMT -5
Belladonna grinned slightly as she allowed him to lead her back to the ballroom. It was helping her self-esteem issues, however miniscule those were, to have all of Remy LeBeau's attention, at least for one night. Really, she had to work on her pride though, it could get her killed on the job if she kept that up. "I don' t'ink y'ever really had to worry, cher," she smirked over at him. "God knows what slime de Guild would come with t'court me if y'were dead or maimed or somet'in' equally as fun."
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Pride
Jul 10, 2006 11:07:27 GMT -5
Post by vapor on Jul 10, 2006 11:07:27 GMT -5
"Good t'know I ran above slime den," he said with a laugh as he escorted her in. He honestly wasn't aware that the fact that he had finally gotten into a relationship aside from the disfuctional marriage that he'd shared with Belladonna had really taken any sort of toll on the assassin. Then again, Remy barely noticed anything as it was unless it had something directly to do with him. "Good t'ing y'never maimed or killed me den."
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Pride
Jul 10, 2006 15:30:46 GMT -5
Post by Analyse on Jul 10, 2006 15:30:46 GMT -5
Belladonna nodded slightly, blonde curls bouncing on her bare shoulders. "Oui. 'Sides, dere's probably quite a few women who'd want t'kill me for it, anyway. 'Nd, I'd 'ate t'see what Jean-Luc and de Assassains' Guild would come up wit'for de newest way t'create peace."
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