xp_logs | LOG: Remy & Clarice

Clarice brings Remy a peace offering, they discuss his relationship with Sean Connery, the fountain of youth and some of their demons.

Clarice stalked across the grounds of the school determined. Fortunantly for her, her quarry wasn't difficult to find. If he had been, she would have most likely lost her nerve.

Remy considered putting chairs out by the dock rail, especially considering the number of visitors who liked to drop by. Cain whould have preferred to put down caltrops, but the Professor had kiboshed that thought with a definite 'no'. He smiled at the memory, light another cigarette with his finger.

"This is for you," she stood over Remy thrusting a bag at him. Somehow, her hello kitty hat's smiling face didn't mesh well with Clarice's seriousness.

Remy gave her a questioning look at he accepted the bag. "Didn't expect to see you down here, chere. Least, not without being chased or dragged." He started to undo the
drawstring at the top. "What is it?"

She shook her head, tilting the kitty hat, "You have to open it. It's...an apology. For hating you. And 'cause it's cold out here."

Remy smiled as he pulled out the patchwork afghan, rubbing the fabric between his fingers. "It's nice... " He muttered, trying to keep his composure. He couldn't
remember recieving a gift in years. "As for de rest, well, it's not like Remy didn't give enough reasons for people to hate me, chere."

Clarice shrugged, sitting down on the dock. He hadn't told her to leave, so she must be able to stay for a few minutes. "Then they have their reasons. I'm apologizing
for mine. Besides, doesn't this place like, live on second chances? Or even twelfths?"

"Heard about dat. I'm just lucky, I guess." Remy said, shifting over so she could sit. "Not one to question dat one too hard. Remy not looking to leave too soon." He gave her a crooked grin, looking mosly like a teenager again.

"No way!" Clarice shook her finger at Remy, but still smiling, "You're not 18. You're an old lecher!"

"Dat's true. Christ..." Remy scrubbed his hands through his hair and managed another smile. "But you got to admit, Clarice, dat Remy's looking pretty good for his thirties, non?"

"Yeah yeah yeah," rolling her eyes, Clarice grinned, he could've been 18, like she had thought, "Like Sean Connery, but without the balding. Or the ass jokes."

"Some wrong wit' my ass?" He looked so affronted that Clarice laughed. Remy sighed and leaned back against the rails, his forearms resting on his knees. "Guess dat's one thing you can say for de government messing up your whole life. Least dey keep you looking young."

Clarice shrugged again, "People would kill for the secrets of youth. But by the time they want it, they've forgotten how sucky it is to be young. And hey, you could always be an undercover cop or a stripper if you leave. Options."

"Cop? I think dat any sane police force won't want me on the other side of de bars. Dat Barlett looks at Remy like I just stole her watch or something." Remy grinned. "I
think I'll stick wit' de intelligence gathering for de Professor. Least I'm doing something good for once."

"Did you steal her watch?" Clarice asked curiously, not entirely certain she wanted to know the answer, "She's protective of us. And it's not like we're not trouble
magnets here."

"Non. Besides, she wears a Timex knockoff. Not worth de value of de steel." Remy shrugged. "Noticed dat a lot of de staff are protective. Maybe a little too much
sometimes."

"Maybe," Clarice acknowledged, "I used to think so. Now...I don't know. Being shot at and stabbing people and being up to your elbows in your friend or teachers blood
changes things. I mean, sometimes they have reason to be paranoid. Sometimes, it seems like they are out to get us."

"Dat's true. But sometimes trying to shelter someone from everything is as bad as putting dem in harms way in de first place." Remy said, still fingering the blanket.
"Just worried dat if something goes bad, dat some people won't be ready to deal wit' it."

"You mean like the new kids? They never can. Hell, I hid under Sarah's bed for almost a week after the first time I was here and we were attacked!" she tucked an errant lock of hair behind one ear and looked out at the lake, "You get...not used to it, but you learn to deal. And find ways to help or cope or whatever."

"Dat's almost scary some times." Remy nodded, blowing a smoke ring out over the lake. "Hope it not at de loss of being a person."

Clarice stood up, brushing leaves off the back of her pants. "That sounds like something you have to answer for yourself, Remy. I don't think the lake has the answers though. Find me when you have your answer."

"Dat could be a long time, chere. Sure you want to wait dat long?" He said, a smile coming back to his face.

"I'm young!" Clarice called back from the path, "Later!"