Wendy: Born on a Pirate Ship
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xp_logsRemy and Ororo make their way out of Savannah and start the long trip to Chicago.
The Amtrak station in Savannah wasn't much more than a low square building, crouched on the edge of the tracks. Remy and Ororo had reached it quickly, using a chunk of their remaining cash on a cab from the hospital. Between them they had only forty dollars left, but LeBeau had been insistent that it would be enough. Ororo was left sitting at the terminal as Remy used the credit card he'd stolen from the FoH team member he incapacitated.
After a few minutes, he left the counter, tucking the tickets back in his pocket as he reached her. "I've got two first class tickets to Washington DC, with the transfer there to Chicago for tomorrow night."
She was about to protest the delay when he smiled and motioned her to follow him. The next train for Washington was in the process of preboarding, leaving a long line of bored travelers shifting restlessly. Remy stopped at a young couple, both wearing University of Maryland jackets. "Hey, I'm sorry to bug you guys, but you might be able to help me and my wife out."
It was startling to hear a slightly nasal New England accent coming from Remy, instead of his normal rough cajun. "See, we need to get back to Boston fast. Her dad's in the hospital," he indicated Ororo with a nod. "and he's going downhill faster than we thought. This train is all sold out. Would you guys mind swapping tickets to let us on this one, instead of our train tomorrow? We'd sure appreciate it, and I know it's a pain, but our tickets tomorrow are first class. Sort of a thank you?"
Remy's tone and body language was pure sincerity, transforming him. The normal dangerous alertness and poise he exuded was gone, instead the manner of a person not used to asking favours, but needing to and being embarrassed to have to. Even though his clothes and looks hadn't changed, the physical shift made him seem almost a different person.
The young woman was skeptical, even though her boyfriend clearly was happy to agree. She leapt on Remy's suggestion of asking one of the agents over to confirm the tickets were valid, and in just a couple of minutes, Remy and Ororo stood in line in place of the couple, waving at them as they left to tell their parents of the delay.
They boarded the train not long after, looking slightly out-of-place without any luggage or even jackets against the increasingly cool temperatures outside. Taking a seat by the window, Ororo tugged her sleeve up over the strange-looking bracelet on her wrist, hoping not to attract any attention. With a forward lurch and a low whistle the train started out of the station, towards Washington and the next leg of their journey.
Remy simply hunkered down in his seat. "We going to need to scrounge up some clothes. Running 'round like dis draws attention. And we're going to need more funds." He was glad his train gamble worked. He assumed the other teams would be cheating, and eventually one of them would look for familiar names with the airlines, train routes and rental cars. If they found the FoH's charge on the card before they reached Chicago, they'd still be looking for the wrong train on the wrong date.
With a nod, Ororo tore her gaze away from the window, turning in her seat to face Remy. "I will not waste our time protesting the inevitable questionable nature of our procurement methods, but I must ask that we minimize the risks of getting caught. No large targets... only what we need to get by. Perhaps spreading it out..." she mused.
"Time for a street level con." Remy nodded and fished into his pocket. "At least Arcade left us wit' a deck of cards. Lots dat I can do wit' dese." He looked at the deck for a moment, turning it over in his hands before he finally turned to look at her. "Remy thinking dat we use de vocation of you youth for dis. I hope dat you hands are still limber."
"Why Remy," she said with a smirk, unable to help herself, "you should know that my hands are always limber." What? Humor was a coping mechanism too...
"If dat's de case, I know another way dat we can make some money." His response was almost automatic, but the normal wicked edge Remy's voice carried was subdued. Very few people could read LeBeau, but she was starting to learn, and his eyes gave away how shaken he really was. "Or pass de time to Chicago." LeBeau muttered, slipping further down the seat to wedge himself comfortably against the one ahead of him.
There were several long minutes of silence before Ororo spoke again, and then it was only to say "We will find them, Remy. Do not doubt that." She reached for his hand and gave it a squeeze, then let it go with a smile. With that she leaned a shoulder against the window, closing her eyes resolutely in order to sleep. She was exhausted and yet too keyed up to really relax, but she knew that it was only bound to get more tiring from here on out. Best to rest while they could.
The Amtrak station in Savannah wasn't much more than a low square building, crouched on the edge of the tracks. Remy and Ororo had reached it quickly, using a chunk of their remaining cash on a cab from the hospital. Between them they had only forty dollars left, but LeBeau had been insistent that it would be enough. Ororo was left sitting at the terminal as Remy used the credit card he'd stolen from the FoH team member he incapacitated.
After a few minutes, he left the counter, tucking the tickets back in his pocket as he reached her. "I've got two first class tickets to Washington DC, with the transfer there to Chicago for tomorrow night."
She was about to protest the delay when he smiled and motioned her to follow him. The next train for Washington was in the process of preboarding, leaving a long line of bored travelers shifting restlessly. Remy stopped at a young couple, both wearing University of Maryland jackets. "Hey, I'm sorry to bug you guys, but you might be able to help me and my wife out."
It was startling to hear a slightly nasal New England accent coming from Remy, instead of his normal rough cajun. "See, we need to get back to Boston fast. Her dad's in the hospital," he indicated Ororo with a nod. "and he's going downhill faster than we thought. This train is all sold out. Would you guys mind swapping tickets to let us on this one, instead of our train tomorrow? We'd sure appreciate it, and I know it's a pain, but our tickets tomorrow are first class. Sort of a thank you?"
Remy's tone and body language was pure sincerity, transforming him. The normal dangerous alertness and poise he exuded was gone, instead the manner of a person not used to asking favours, but needing to and being embarrassed to have to. Even though his clothes and looks hadn't changed, the physical shift made him seem almost a different person.
The young woman was skeptical, even though her boyfriend clearly was happy to agree. She leapt on Remy's suggestion of asking one of the agents over to confirm the tickets were valid, and in just a couple of minutes, Remy and Ororo stood in line in place of the couple, waving at them as they left to tell their parents of the delay.
They boarded the train not long after, looking slightly out-of-place without any luggage or even jackets against the increasingly cool temperatures outside. Taking a seat by the window, Ororo tugged her sleeve up over the strange-looking bracelet on her wrist, hoping not to attract any attention. With a forward lurch and a low whistle the train started out of the station, towards Washington and the next leg of their journey.
Remy simply hunkered down in his seat. "We going to need to scrounge up some clothes. Running 'round like dis draws attention. And we're going to need more funds." He was glad his train gamble worked. He assumed the other teams would be cheating, and eventually one of them would look for familiar names with the airlines, train routes and rental cars. If they found the FoH's charge on the card before they reached Chicago, they'd still be looking for the wrong train on the wrong date.
With a nod, Ororo tore her gaze away from the window, turning in her seat to face Remy. "I will not waste our time protesting the inevitable questionable nature of our procurement methods, but I must ask that we minimize the risks of getting caught. No large targets... only what we need to get by. Perhaps spreading it out..." she mused.
"Time for a street level con." Remy nodded and fished into his pocket. "At least Arcade left us wit' a deck of cards. Lots dat I can do wit' dese." He looked at the deck for a moment, turning it over in his hands before he finally turned to look at her. "Remy thinking dat we use de vocation of you youth for dis. I hope dat you hands are still limber."
"Why Remy," she said with a smirk, unable to help herself, "you should know that my hands are always limber." What? Humor was a coping mechanism too...
"If dat's de case, I know another way dat we can make some money." His response was almost automatic, but the normal wicked edge Remy's voice carried was subdued. Very few people could read LeBeau, but she was starting to learn, and his eyes gave away how shaken he really was. "Or pass de time to Chicago." LeBeau muttered, slipping further down the seat to wedge himself comfortably against the one ahead of him.
There were several long minutes of silence before Ororo spoke again, and then it was only to say "We will find them, Remy. Do not doubt that." She reached for his hand and gave it a squeeze, then let it go with a smile. With that she leaned a shoulder against the window, closing her eyes resolutely in order to sleep. She was exhausted and yet too keyed up to really relax, but she knew that it was only bound to get more tiring from here on out. Best to rest while they could.
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