Post by Gambit on Sept 7, 2007 12:48:29 GMT -5
Gambit was sitting on the railing of Brooklyn Bridge, listening to music in his Bluetooth headset, watching the boats on the river and sometimes glancing at the traffic on the lower part of the bridge below his feet. He lit a cigarette and, smoking with his left hand, took out his cellphone and started carefully typing a message to Shade. He had to be careful about it since his fingers were not completely under his control yet and the cellphone could easily slip out of his hand, but changing the place or turning around to the safer part of the bridge wasn’t his way of acting. Waiting 4u on Brooklyn Bridge. He sent the message and finished the cigarette with a traditional small explosion into the night air. Unless she was in the city at the moment, Shade would get to him not earlier than in an hour, but he wasn’t going anywhere. However long it would take her, he had a lot to think about and he wanted to spend that time sitting over the night East River doing nothing but smoking.
He was planning to return to New Orleans. It wasn’t probably the best idea at the moment, but it was what he had wanted more than anything for the past twelve years. Emma Frost re-appeared and disappeared, leaving him in the state of suspicion concerning the circumstances of his purchase of the Club. If Shaw was still around, then it had definitely been a bad idea. Wideawake was obviously pretty much wide awake now – Gambit knew about the bank robbery and its outcome. He himself was threatened by it just as much as any mutant around, and it wasn’t adding brightness to his life. He had to balance it all out somehow without getting in the crossfire.
One more thought that had been bothering him ever since his return from New Orleans was that he still wanted to keep Shade out of it, and with his intentions of returning to New Orleans it seemed questionable and was becoming a very tricky matter. Gambit wasn’t afraid to admit that he needed her around him, and maybe even so much as to ask her to join him and move to New Orleans together, but he doubted she’d follow him that easily. She’d probably see it as a risky venture, in a way, something she wouldn’t assent to without knowing all whys and hows. But it wasn't something to bring up just yet - only something to consider for future, just in case, to calculate every possibility and any outcome.
Then there was also the promise he’d made to Seer, he hadn’t forgotten about that. And then there were his clients… and also a tiny feeling in the back of his mind of somebody watching and following him. A clear sign that he had to move out of his apartment and seek a new hideaway. Too many things at once that usually made him want to either run away from everything to a lost village somewhere in Peru or to dive into everything headfirst and see how it all would turn out if catalyzed. At the moment, he wasn’t sure which to choose. So he simply sat there above the traffic, smoking, waiting for Shade and absently mouthing the words of the song from his headset, “Là je donnerai ma vie pour t'entendre, te dire les mots les plus tendres…”
He was planning to return to New Orleans. It wasn’t probably the best idea at the moment, but it was what he had wanted more than anything for the past twelve years. Emma Frost re-appeared and disappeared, leaving him in the state of suspicion concerning the circumstances of his purchase of the Club. If Shaw was still around, then it had definitely been a bad idea. Wideawake was obviously pretty much wide awake now – Gambit knew about the bank robbery and its outcome. He himself was threatened by it just as much as any mutant around, and it wasn’t adding brightness to his life. He had to balance it all out somehow without getting in the crossfire.
One more thought that had been bothering him ever since his return from New Orleans was that he still wanted to keep Shade out of it, and with his intentions of returning to New Orleans it seemed questionable and was becoming a very tricky matter. Gambit wasn’t afraid to admit that he needed her around him, and maybe even so much as to ask her to join him and move to New Orleans together, but he doubted she’d follow him that easily. She’d probably see it as a risky venture, in a way, something she wouldn’t assent to without knowing all whys and hows. But it wasn't something to bring up just yet - only something to consider for future, just in case, to calculate every possibility and any outcome.
Then there was also the promise he’d made to Seer, he hadn’t forgotten about that. And then there were his clients… and also a tiny feeling in the back of his mind of somebody watching and following him. A clear sign that he had to move out of his apartment and seek a new hideaway. Too many things at once that usually made him want to either run away from everything to a lost village somewhere in Peru or to dive into everything headfirst and see how it all would turn out if catalyzed. At the moment, he wasn’t sure which to choose. So he simply sat there above the traffic, smoking, waiting for Shade and absently mouthing the words of the song from his headset, “Là je donnerai ma vie pour t'entendre, te dire les mots les plus tendres…”
