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Post by vapor on May 31, 2006 14:14:33 GMT -5
Most men at Remy's age could be found at two in the afternoon sleeping from partying the night before, working, or even possibly wooing some woman at the park. Unfortunately Remy LeBeau had no such agenda today. Not while he still had the shiner a burning candle had left on his head after being thrown at him by a certain, stubborn, Southern beauty that shall remain nameless. Instead Remy was found in the third circle of hell: The Grocery store.
He hated Grocery stores with every fiber of his being... scratch that... he hated other things more. Like children. He was definately not a huge fan of children. But of coarse, what was there without fail screamming in the cereal isle or at the candy counter? Children. So the things he didn't like seemed to be all around him now. Soccer mom's included.
He pushed the cart along the deli section looking fairly annoyed as a child stared at his eyes as if they were the weirdest things in existance. His eyes narrowed as he let out a low growl and a "boo". The mom glared at Remy as the child scurried behind her.
"What the hell is your problem?"
"Children wit' no manners," he answered simply.
The woman glared at him, which of coarse he rewarded with a wink and smirk as he continued on his way in the store. Obviously this was not going to be a fun excursion. He started looking at some of the produce before he felt a tug on his trench coat. He looked down to see the kid from earlier with his grubby hands on his coat.
"Are you a mutant?"
"Why do it matter?"
"Cuz mommy called you a mutant asshole."
Remy glared over at the woman, who now was blushing at the fact that her child had repeated what she had grumbled under her breath. "Apparen'ly manners run shallow in yo' family huh file?"
"What?"
"Not'in', go back t'yo mom," he grumbled as he pushed his cart away again." This was just shaping up to be peachy.
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Post by Analyse on May 31, 2006 14:37:03 GMT -5
Belladonna did not belong in a grocery store. Of course, at the moment, she looked like she belonged on some street corner. Her halter top and mini skirt were made of impossibly tight black leather and she wore tons of make-up which did littel to cover the bruises on her face and neck. It passed for normal in Assassain territory, but she was a long way from New Orleans.
While looking through the fresh fruits, she happened to overhear Remy and the kid. Frowning slightly, she stook one booted foot out and tripped the kid as he ran past her.
Smirking, she walked up to Remy and leaned over the end of his cart. "So, are we definin' what type o'asshole y'are now?" she teased. "'Cause I t'ink dat lady was way off."
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Post by vapor on May 31, 2006 14:42:17 GMT -5
Remy turned to see the blonde infront of him. " 'parently e'erone t'inks dey can jus' label my brand o'asshole. Dey seem t'foget dat I am a multi-purpose one. De ass fo' all occassions," he said simply with a smirk as he grabbed one of the plastic bags in order to fill it with some potatoes.
"But was trippin' de kid all dat necessary cher?" Well... he was half tempted to do it himself. Infact he considered running the child down with his shopping cart but he had then remembered that doing that may be considered assault.
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Post by Analyse on May 31, 2006 14:46:25 GMT -5
Belladonna smirked, exmaining the contents of his cart with disinterest. "Mmm... I guess not, cher," she put an emphisis on the word. "I jus' don' like kids much. 'Sides, it's not like I can jus' go up 'nd call 'im an asshole, dat's jus' mean."
Laughing, she straightened again, tossing her hair over one shoulder. "Nice shiner," she pointed towards his face. "Who'd y'piss off dis time?"
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Post by vapor on May 31, 2006 14:51:35 GMT -5
Remy put a few potatoes in the plastic bag as he shrugged. "Well, y'could 'ave... not like de mom woul' 'ave known what t'do 'bout it 'side from goin' 'What de 'ell is yo' problem?'" he said in a tone immitating the mother's. "Though de concern is touchin' Belle."
"Who don' I piss off?" he said sarcastically. "De girl I'm curren'ly seein'... we 'ad a... disaggreement," he explained simply as he twisted the bag and closed it.
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Post by Analyse on May 31, 2006 14:57:04 GMT -5
Belladonna grinned. "De last person who asked me what de 'ell m'problem is ended up wit'a bullet in their shoulder. I t'ink I could take dat mom," she teased. "'Nd I have t'be concerned. As de ex-wife it is m'right 'nd m'right only t'annoy de 'ell out o'y'."
Laughing softly, she flipped her sheet of blonde hair over one shoulder. "'Nd y'r story's better 'an mine," she smirked. "Guild uprisin's are a bitch. On de upside, I almost have more false teeth den Tante now. I t'ink she's jealous."
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Post by vapor on May 31, 2006 15:05:51 GMT -5
"Oui... was dat me y'shot? I can't 'member all who y've done dat to now," he teased with a grin. He smirked as he grabbed another bag. "Why it touches my 'eart dat yo' keep such a place fo' ol' Remy in yo's." He pretended to sniffle and wipe away a false tear.
"Dey 'ave a problem wit' de management recently? Wha'd y' do?" he asked with an arched eyebrow. "Can y' pull 'em out an' make a puppet outta dem yet? Dat was always my goal if I en'ed up losin' any chompers."
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Post by Analyse on May 31, 2006 15:12:59 GMT -5
Belladonna frowned. "'Ave I shot y'? Don'remember... mebbe I should start keepin' a list," she shrugged. "'Nd we 'ad dat one glorioius year toget'er, y't'ink I can replace y'dat fast?" she teased, turning her attention to the bags of lettuce.
"I t'ink dey 'ate me solely 'cause I killed Marius. T'row in dat I leave dem in de hands of Yank when I'm up here 'nd dey jus' ain't happy wit moi," she shrugged slightly, smiling at him. "I haven' lost dat many yet, jus' keep loosin' handfuls at a time."
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Post by vapor on May 31, 2006 15:18:55 GMT -5
"I d'n'know cher, I seem t' 'member a lot o'gunshots dat year," he said with a laugh. "Non, t'be 'onest cher... I'm one o' a kin' 'case y' forgot. Which I'm sure y' didn'," he said smugly as his lips curled into a smirk.
"Oh only dat den?" Remy teased. "Jus' t'ink if y'really pissed dem off."
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Post by Analyse on May 31, 2006 15:25:08 GMT -5
Belladonna laughed softly. "Mebbe I did shoot y'once or twice," she admitted. "'Nd I remember... been lookin' for anyone wit' dose eyes 'nd can't find anymore anywhere." She pouted dramatically.
"If I really pissed dem off, I'd still won... but I'd be pretty damn sore." Shrugging, she decided on a bag of lettuce and put in her basket. "What'd y'do t'y'r girl, den? If she wanted t'hurt y'like dat, it must've been bad."
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Post by vapor on May 31, 2006 15:30:32 GMT -5
"Maybe? Cher... one was in de foot... I don' even 'member what I did t'piss y' off s'much," Remy said with a laugh as he ran a hand briefly through his own hair. "I know... we devil eyed ones b' one in a t'ousand... kin'a a lot o' people to look t'rough. O' y'could fin' a normal joe an' give 'im contacts. Eit'er way works."
"I don' t'ink I did anyt'in' dat bad. She wan's me t'move in wit' her at a house fo' gene freaks... an' I don' wanna move in dere." Remy said with a shrug. "Don' even know what I said t' get dis. We ten' t' bot' 'ave de same explosive anger. Then again... not'in' I can't 'andle non? After all... I 'aven't been shot at yet."
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Post by Analyse on May 31, 2006 15:35:58 GMT -5
Belladonna laughed, shaking her head slightly. "I didn' want t'be married, so I figured if I shot y', y'd jus' go away. Didn' work."
Shrugging, she arched an eyebrow at him. "She asked y't' move in wit' her 'nd y'said no, 'nd y'got 'urt for it... Dat's one strange relationship. But, den, if y'ain't gettin' shot so mebbe it isn't so bad for y'."
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Post by vapor on May 31, 2006 15:45:53 GMT -5
"Well it didn' work. Y' t'ink shootin' at moi is goin' t' work... t'ink again," he said with a large grin.
"Well... I don' t'ink relationships wit' me are ever normal," he said with a laugh. "Eit'er dey hate me, like me, shoot at me," he glared at Bellladonna at that, "t'row t'ings at me, or ask me t'move in wit' dem. I guess dis is possibly de mos' normal one thus far."
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Post by Analyse on May 31, 2006 15:53:11 GMT -5
She shook her head slightly, examining some apples. "Y' poor bebe havin' such bad relationships. At least I 'ad reasons for shootin' y', not good ones, but reasons all de same. I don' t'ink any o'em would ever 'ave as many reasons as I did."
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Post by vapor on Jun 1, 2006 3:04:29 GMT -5
"Well, I don' t'ink many consider some o' de reason dat y' 'ad t'be jus' cause for pullin' de trigger," he said with a laugh. "If all women shot at moi fo' de same reasons y' shot at me... I'd be dead by now."
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Post by Analyse on Jun 1, 2006 7:52:35 GMT -5
"'Nd 'ow many times 'ave y'been in forced marriages, cher?" Belladonna tilted her head to the side and watched him. "Especially wit' women who 'ate de idea o'marriage."
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Post by vapor on Jun 1, 2006 8:34:18 GMT -5
"Only one dat I remember... unless y' shot me in de head an' I can only remember de heaven dat was our marriage," Remy's words dripped with sarcasm as he smirked. "Was I really dat bad?" he asked with a laugh. Not that he really cared, hell, marriage was the last thing he wanted at that age too... he just didn't attempt to kill anybody about it.
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Post by Analyse on Jun 1, 2006 8:43:23 GMT -5
Belladonna laughed softly. "Y'weren' dat bad... I jus' 'ate marriage in general. 'Sides if I really didn' like y', y've been dead by now." Shrugging slightly, she ran a hand through her hair.
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Post by vapor on Jun 1, 2006 8:49:18 GMT -5
"Good t'know," Remy said with a nod as he grabbed some tomatoes and put them in the plastic bag. " 'least I know y'weren' tryin' t'kill me fo' not likin' me o' such... 'ell... almos' makes me feel better 'bout bein' shot in de foot. It was de institute o' marriage y'were shootin' at... not me." He reached over and patted the top of Belladonna's head. "I fo'give y'."
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Post by Analyse on Jun 1, 2006 8:56:31 GMT -5
Belladonna laughed. "As long as I 'ave y'r forgivness, den..." she smirked, pulling away from his hand. "I can die 'appy now."
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Post by vapor on Jun 1, 2006 9:00:08 GMT -5
Remy chuckled. "Meh, sure y' do... if y' didn', yo' groceries would've be blowed up b'now," Remy pointed out with a smirk. "Well, cher, i's a tres belle t'ing when Remy fo'gives. Now y'can be at peace."
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Post by Analyse on Jun 1, 2006 9:14:37 GMT -5
Belladonna rolled her eyes and opened her mouth to say something when she felt some one not so kindly bumping into her. She would have let it drop if it wasn't for the fact that whoever it was placed his hands on her butt to steady himself.
Growling, she pushed the person away, shoving one heel into his foot as she pulled away. "'Less y'want t'be burned t'deat', I suggest y'leave."
"Come on, baby, you really think you're going to be happier with that mutie freak?" the guy leered at her, obviously angry about being hurt.
Belladonna growled again and resisted the urge to show him that Remy was not the only mutant. After all, burning down the grocery store seemed like a bad idea while they were still in it. All the same, she rubbed her hands against the slight ache of plasma waiting to be released.
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Post by vapor on Jun 1, 2006 9:20:15 GMT -5
Remy glared at the man, leaving his cart for a second to walk up to him. "Mutant o' not homme, I'm twice de man y'll ever be. 'least I don' hafta grope some'ne jus' to get some. 'ell... dat was pr'ly de mos' action y' 'ad all year wasn' it?" He at this point had the man by his collar. "I could blow y' up in a secon' if I wan'ed to... so I sugges' y' apologize right now," his teeth were grit as he pulled up a piece of ginger root that was near by and started to make it glow faintly next to the man's cheek.
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Post by Analyse on Jun 1, 2006 9:29:52 GMT -5
The man backed away from Remy fearfully. "You really are a freak," he stammered.
He backed further up, right into Belladonna. Growling, she held one hand to his cheek, letting just a tiny bit fo plasma curl around her fingers. "'E ain't de only one. Now leave, 'fore I ruin y'r face."
Glowering after the man as he ran away, she crossed her arms over her chest and looked at Remy. "Wouldn' 'ave accepted 'is apology anyway."
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Post by vapor on Jun 1, 2006 10:03:58 GMT -5
Remy smirked as he de-charge the root and set it back down. "Nice, cher," he said with a laugh. He wiped his hands on his jacket as he looked over at Belladonna. "Really? Not even if 'e begged?" he asked jokingly. "Still wan'ed t' blow 'im up t'ough."
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