OOC: men-gambit-story-t35671.html

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"Welcome to my School of the Gifted.
If you are a mutant in need of help,
we will help you.
If you are confused and need guidance,
we will be here to assist you.
So please, if you need us,
come and see me."

-Professor Xavier

Down in the Louisiana swamps, trouble is brewing. Remy's father has been kidnapped by the rival gang. Normally, Remy wouldn't care but something is different. Rogue was kidnapped too! So now, Belladonna has Rogue and Jean-Luc and is waiting on Gambit to get to her. He can't do it alone though. So he goes 'home' to his family to ask for help. There are a lot of new students there, but he doesn't want to take a lot of people. Wolverine plans on going, Gambit knows that for sure, but the others, he doesn't know.
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((Lets have Gambit post his entrance first, since he is going to be the main character. Make him go to the school, and we will work from there.))

Remmy trudged through the mud of a fresh rain, his boots making a sucking sound as he walked. He didn't seem to realize the depth to which he sank, most likely due to all the time spent in the muds of the Bayou. The foreground of the mansion grounds looked grey, as did the large house itself. It looked even more gloomy than usual, not helping Gambit's mood any.

He'd already been far too depressed to do anything; comming out of that was extremely difficult. However, he knew that he needed to act quickly in order to rescue the one person he cared for most... and his father, he supposed. This would require some help. So, he was returning to teh place he'd felt the closest to. The Xaviar Institute for the Gifted.

The stone steps were slick with slush and puddles. It didn't phase him, and he rang the doorbell. Waiting for a reply was painful. What would he do if they weren't home? Could he go on without them? Was it possible to wait? Most likely not, on all counts, and so the only recourse was to cross his fingers and hope that someone opened the door.

((PS. I guess I will be playing Wolverine, if thats alright with everyone))

Scary Ann stood in front of the mirror in her room, making sure she was ready to go out. Her makeup was thick around her green eyes. Her pink bangs were down, most of them pushed to the side so they covered her left eye. The rest of her hair,which was black, was tied in a pony tail. Her shirt was a simple tank top today, and her pants were large tripp pants with red stitching and chains all over them. On her arms were red and black arm warmers. She made sure her three rings were on. Each were simple, an inch thick and silver. The one on her right hand, middle finger, said 'Dead' all around it. On her right hand, middle finger, it said 'Love'. On her right hand, index finger was one with a skull printed on it.
She walked down stairs and sighed. It was one of those rainy days were you didn't want to do anything. She got to the bottom of the stairs and headed towards the kitchen before hearing a knocking on the door. After looking around for a minute, she walked over to the door and answered it. At first, her expression was blank, but then she smiled."Remy." She uttered then hugged him. The hug was quick considering he was wet. "What the hell are you doing in the rain?" She asked then motioned for him to come in.

Logan snuck into the kitchen, making sure no one was looking. He opened the door and then sniffed the air. Coast was clear. He stepped over to the cabinets near the fridge and opened the door. There in the very back was a box. He grabbed the box, opened it, and grabbed a Canadian beer. Again, he looked around then opened the top. A smug grin formed on his face before he took a long sip. "Damn, thats good." He whispered to himself.

Remy stood dumb-founded as Scary Ann hugged him. He really wasn't entirely sure he remembered her, but suddenly he flashed on the use of puppets... or dolls or something of the kind. He smiled charmingly and squeezed her shoulder. " hey-da. What'chu been up to woman? Keepin' outta trouble?" He figured the answer was a straight no, but Gambit was never one to make conversation.

He gestured for her to walk with him inside, kicking his boots off at the matt b the door. "Is the Professor in? Or Logan? I really need t'see one of'em." He seemed sullen, forelorn even.

"Rogue's been nabbed... and my father too, I guess." Telling Wolverine that he'd lost Rogue was the hardest thing he'd had to do, but he'd been preparing himself for it for a long while now, almost rehersing it on his way here. Gambit figured it was just best to come right out and say it, sparing the bush a beating. "Gambit found where they is, but there ain't no way I can gett'er out myself." He averted his eyes, ashamed that he'd to be telling Logan this. If it had been Dr. McCoy or even the Professor, he'd have looked him in the face. But Logan...

Gambit wasn't entirely surprised that Logan grabbed his collar, but was shocked when he returned to a somewhat clam state. The man was certain he'd fly off the handle and deck him. He'd even come in prepared to defend himself. "If it's anything," he began grudgingly. "Gambit told her to forget about the dead-beat father of his. But she never, ne-ver listen. Always gotta do what she want." He smirked. "Guess that what make her fun."
Remy grimmaced and looked to Logan when Scary Ann spoke, to see if it were a good idea. He'd much have preferred Nightcrawler or even Jean Gray, but he really didn't know Scary Ann all that well. Maybe she could be a valuable part of this little rescue mission.

Selene walked into the kitchen. "What's all this talk about?" she asked, seeing Gambit. She sat down, waiting for an answer.