once upon a time i was falling in love [ongoing]

[bangyoudead.livejournal.com]

When; Saturday night.
Rating; PG-13 (swearing).
Characters; Remy (bangyoudead), Rictor (alittlecredit), Wanda (hexless), Donna + Sirja (ofmyderriere) and Eden (suicideslowly).
Summary; Genetic identity angst: ASK US HOW.
Log;

With the traffic in and out of his apartment, Remy's feeling less like a corpse, even if his head is still fuzzy, like if he sits still for too long he'll realize this is all some warped dream he can't wake up from. He leaves the front door open as he goes back to his bedroom to find a shirt, knowing that Wanda and Donna are going to wander in at some point, and he should probably kill the ego.

Well. Somewhat. He grabs a tank top. It's black and has a faded red x on it. Ironic. He puts it on anyway, and digs out another pack of cigarettes from his sock drawer.

M-Day. Apocalypse. The child. Xavier.

They flash through his head like a faded film clip show. He wants to take a power drill to his head.

Bad idea.

He laughs to himself, harsh and ironic and cruel, and lights his cigarette with his fingers.

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[ofmyderriere.livejournal.com]

"I would probably shank you for a beer, but," Sirja gets a nose-bump again, "so orange juice, if it's cool?"

The truth is that motherhood actually calmed Donna down - significantly - and at the very least made her something less of a danger to herself and anyone in a ten foot radius of her. Considering the aforementioned personality, though, that's probably not a reassuring idea.

Like, at all.

Eden looks a little shy, and Julio looks like he needs broken in gently, so Wanda lucks out and gets a tiny Donna and her tiny baby perched in her lap. Sorry, Wanda.

[bangyoudead.livejournal.com]

He flashes a grin at Eden - shameless, hi - and goes to the kitchen to get glasses of everyone's juice and nabs some water bottles on the way. He figures food will be spoken for as needed.

"I suppose bein' a good influence counts for somethin'," he says. Not that he's ever been one. "I'm impressed, I admit. Kindness o'strangers in this place. Reminds me of home, with less shotguns."

This is Southern humor, okay.

[alittlecredit.livejournal.com]

There are too many people, he thinks, too close and he's feeling too vulnerable. His insecurities and doubts are being dredged up again, no matter how well he's been hiding him; he's so close to the Scarlet Witch. He doesn't blame her, of course, he can't possibly. It's himself he blames. That doesn't make the evening any easier. And the way Remy is so charming brings out other issues he has, the same kind that bothered him around Jamie or Pietro. Or further back-- even Roberto.

He grabs the glass nearby, with the juice, by the rim with one hand and shoots Remy a tight, uncomfortable face, masked by what are, to begin with, typically slightly dour features.

"Hey, if you're not too busy finding yourself a date, you said there was an empty couch somewhere?"

[unhexed.livejournal.com]

Wanda makes a soft, playfully faux-annoyed sound when Donna sits on her, flashing a smile over the girl's shoulder Eden's way. Fancy meeting you here, roommate. "I'd hope so, regarding the shotguns," she murmurs, and then her gaze snags on Ric for a few seconds, remembering the slightly odd conversation they had online.

She knows it can't be helping anything, considering he blushed when she was talking to him earlier, so she conscientiously glances back away.

Still, maybe she should talk to him more. On the Network, probably.

[suicideslowly]

Eden rolls her eyes at Remy, noting mentally that the only reason why she's probably interested at all is because this man seems to be the exact opposite of Mohinder Suresh, and that on principle means that this is probably a bad idea. And the further mention of shotguns and Southern hospitality just redirect her mind to Noah Bennet threatening to show up on Tybalt Capulet's doorstep with such a weapon. Her life's been pretty interesting in the past few days, no doubt.

"You're the one who offered me food," Eden points out to Remy, "so I'm not really sure how hospitable I'm being, in all honesty."

There's no real response to be had to Donna sitting herself down on Eden's roommate. That's just. Interesting on various levels.

And okay. Take two at cracking the quiet guy's shell.

"Even if he's finding himself a date, there are still three girls here, which means that odds are in your favor to at least have some interesting conversation?"

Is this just going to scare him further?

[ofmyderriere.livejournal.com]

"I'm not anybody's date and I only just got here," Donna asserts, helpfully, and then brightly adds, "but I could make the shotgun conversation a whole lot more interesting if y'all want to see my tattoo."

Sirja reaches for Donna's glasses again, and is swiftly prevented. "No, baby, don't do that."

[bangyoudead.livejournal.com]

Remy is giving the collection of girls something of a bemused look, but he turns to talk to Julio when he approaches him, respectful of his mood. He knows that his own defense mechanisms - talk more, joke more, flirt more, be more obnoxious - don't work for everybody.

"Yeah, man. Living room's this way. There's another bedroom in here but I don't got anything in it."

[alittlecredit.livejournal.com]

He stands from the chair he's been tucked into the entire time, drinking the whole glass of juice before leaving it on the table. He would do the dishes, if he weren't so anxious to get away, but he is. He lingers first and presses his hand against Wanda's shoulder, he's not even sure why (but it feels necessary, like he's offering comfort and forgiveness for his rushing out like this which she doesn't even know she deserves) before giving her and Donna a polite nod, and then Eden, finally bowing his head at the man polite enough to offer him a place to stay when he's very aware there was no obligation.

"Odds are also in my favor that I'm gonna die in a motorcycle accident some day, but I don't keep my hopes up. I rather just find somewhere warm and dark to curl up in 'cause I haven't slept in two days. Thanks, by the way. And night, todos."

He shrugs his shoulders at Eden and throws one last look over his shoulder at Wanda before sneaking out. He'll have to train himself out of running away from her. It's cruel.