Remy, Paige and hallway introductions

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No matter how many times Paige was chided for running outside in this weather, she still managed to enjoy it. She'd worn a path in the snow with her trainers, right down to the dirt bellow, and so didn't have to fear ice, nor had the cold ever bother her before. Snow wasn't common for Paige, but it certainly wouldn't keep her cooped inside. Her t-shirt clung to her back as she made her way up the stairs, just finished one of her runs, and she tore off her sweater as she walked down the halls to her room.

Remy looked over his shoulder from his perch at the window, looking outside idly and considering that this place was almost impossible to defend. Why, he wasn't sure. It just seemed... natural. Those thoughts switched as a pretty young blonde came down the hallway, her t-shirt clinging to her body.

Paige pulled at her shirt distractedly, trying to get it to unstick, as she moved down the hall. Her mind was clearly somewhere else and she walked right by Remy without anything registering in her head that there was someone there. Not only somewhere there, but someone she didn't quite know. She was three steps away when she finally noticed, more because she had a feeling someone was watching her than anything, and turned around. "Oh! Hello, there."

"Bonjour." Remy said, nodding his head. "Just come in from de cold den, chere?"

Paige nodded in return. "Yes. I was... out running." She paused, giving herself time to flick her eyes over him as a very wide judge of character. "I do not believe we've formally met. You are?"

"Depends on who's doing de asking, chere." Remy smiled slowly. "Mind you, pretty femmes always get de best response."

"Well, I suppose I'll be getting one of the more sub par responses then," she replied, stretching out her neck with the help of her hand. "Do begin giving it any time now."

"Not t'inking you pretty, chere? Remy knew does place was for de mutant strays of de world, but no one tell me you had t' be blind too." He flashed a smile, crossing his arms across his chest.

Paige would have blushed but she was already pink from her run. Instead she pushed back a few stray tendrils of hair that had fallen from her ponytail. "You are too kind. Literally. I assume you are Remy LeBeau? Not that we have too many Remy's running around the place, but you never can be sure."

"Dere is only one Remy, chere. Don't t'ink de world could handle two of us. So, since you know my name, do I get de pleasure of yours, or does Remy have t' beg?" Remy said, relaxed and watching her unconscious movements.

"No, that's quite all right," Paige responded easily with a smile. "Begging will not be necessary. I'm Paige Guthrie and I don't doubt that one of you is more than enough."

"You wound me, chere." Remy smiled. "So, what bring you to dis place. De power t' turn hommes heads?"

"Oh, I'm sure you'll heal. You look tough like that." Paige had been grinning for quite a bit now. "Something like that except females as well as my mutation is totally and completely revolting for about ninety percent of the population. I shed my skin to show off new forms underneath. Metal, wood, what have you."

"Shed de..." Gambit broke into a wide grin. "Chere, you never tell Remy dat you mutant power is being a stripper!"

Paige rolled her eyes and slapped him on the arm. "Don't be a brat. You know exactly what I'm talking about." She paused, drawing back her hand to prop it on her waist. "And you? What do you do?"

"Remy likes long walks on de beach and slow dancing." He said with a laugh.

"How tall, dark and mysterious of you," Paige answered dryly.

"I t'ink I should grow a big black mustache? Fit de part?"

She shook her head in return. "No. I hear they're itchy. Not to mention that would tip the cliché overdose scales and we'd come to an apocolypse of sorts."

"Dat makes sense. Guess maybe I just wear a trenchcoat all de time and come out of de darkness t' make mysterious statments den." Lebeau's eyes traveled up and down her body a second time. "Remy does card tricks, chere."

"Card tricks, huh?" Remy was lucky that Paige just assumed he was disgusted at her state after her run or she'd probably of blushed and then once she'd finished blushing punched him in the nose. "What kind of card tricks?"

"Well," Remy took a pack of cards from his pocket and took out three cards. "Watch de red card den, chere. Oui?" His hands moved like a blur, shuffling the three cards back and forth on the side table. After a moment, he stepped back and waved his hand. "Which card is de red card?"

"Hmm... let me guess. None of them?" Paige regained her grin and turned it on him.

"Only one way t' find out, chere. Which is de red card?"

"All right, all right. That one?" she asked, pointing to the one in the middle.

Remy flipped over the card to show a jack of clubs. "Not dat one, chere. Try again?" He said, taking the card away and leaving only two on the table.

Paige bit her lip and chose the one to the left. "That one?"

Remy flipped it over the card and reveled a king of spades. "Not dat one either, chere." Paige shook her head and pointed to the final card. Remy put a finger on it and took his finger away. The card glowed faintly pink before it exploded in a sharp pop, like a firework. "Guess not dat one either."

"Oh!" she cried out, before laughing and clapping her hands. "That was fantastic. How clever of you."

"De key is," Remy said and waved a hand theatrically. A card appeared in his hand like magic. "t' always keep your eyes on de card, chere." He smiled devillishly, red on black eyes shining as he passed her the card and walked away with a wave. It wasn't until Paige got back to her room that she looked at the card, and noticed the card Remy had given her; the Queen of Hearts.