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tampered2008-12-18 03:36 pm
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if you love something set it free [complete]
When; some ungoldly morning hour of the 18th
Rating; PG-13 for angst and swearing? probably technically R at least by MPAA standards (DID YOU KNOW: two uses of the word 'fuck' is an automatic R rating regardless of context or other content? ~now you know~)
Characters; Gambit (![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
bangyoudead) & Rictor (alittlecredit)
Summary; Genetic identity angst redux.
Log;
He tried to sleep. He really put an effort into it. He was exhausted enough and wanted to and knew he needed it, but sleep wouldn't come, so he drank more and sat on the roof and dozed off for a second and immediately saw Apocalypse's face and felt the cold horrifying seclusion of being powerless.
So fuck that.
Now Remy is sitting in the living room and going through a box of shit he dragged up from the Underground, testing for loose wiring and what's workable and what's not. He's no technological genius, but part of being the best thief on the planet is being able to get through any security system out there - so he can hack and build and program with the best of them. One more of those 'pay no attention to that man behind the curtain' aspects of the lurid patchwork of his life.
Something snaps in his hand because he's not paying attention to it, and slices the underside of his left thumb. He takes a slow, controlled breath in, and lets it out, suppressing the immediate urge to hurl the fucking thing at the television and explode it.
Instead he just stares at his hand and the blood on it, blank-eyed.
Rating; PG-13 for angst and swearing? probably technically R at least by MPAA standards (DID YOU KNOW: two uses of the word 'fuck' is an automatic R rating regardless of context or other content? ~now you know~)
Characters; Gambit (
bangyoudead) & Rictor (alittlecredit)Summary; Genetic identity angst redux.
Log;
He tried to sleep. He really put an effort into it. He was exhausted enough and wanted to and knew he needed it, but sleep wouldn't come, so he drank more and sat on the roof and dozed off for a second and immediately saw Apocalypse's face and felt the cold horrifying seclusion of being powerless.
So fuck that.
Now Remy is sitting in the living room and going through a box of shit he dragged up from the Underground, testing for loose wiring and what's workable and what's not. He's no technological genius, but part of being the best thief on the planet is being able to get through any security system out there - so he can hack and build and program with the best of them. One more of those 'pay no attention to that man behind the curtain' aspects of the lurid patchwork of his life.
Something snaps in his hand because he's not paying attention to it, and slices the underside of his left thumb. He takes a slow, controlled breath in, and lets it out, suppressing the immediate urge to hurl the fucking thing at the television and explode it.
Instead he just stares at his hand and the blood on it, blank-eyed.