<hr/><div class="floatleft">(http://www.ohlalamag.com/wp-content/uploads/2015/04/Screen-Shot-2015-04-23-at-12.12.09-PM.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Remy LeBeau | Gambit (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=261894.msg13083581#msg13083581)<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Domino's Dorm Room<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>September 8th, late night/early morning<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Neena Thurman | Domino, OPEN<br/><strong>Content:</strong>Woken up by screaming, and begrudgingly gets up to invesitigate.<br/><hr/><br/>Screams in the dead of night, or the early morning, were never fun.<br/><br/>Remy LeBeau had always been a light sleeper. It came with the trade. Raised in the world of Thieves and Assassins, in the underworld of New Orleans, being quick on your feet and being a light sleeper had been two of the earliest skills to learn. Sleeping was when you were most vulnerable. Either for another thief to come and try to steal your rightfully stolen treasures, or for an assassin to creep up on you and ensure you never woke to see the next morning. When he had been cast out on his own sleeping lightly had become even more important, only instead of assassins, he now had to fear a government that was increasing hostile to mutants. He had never realized just how expansive the Thieves' Guild's protection had been until he lost it.<br/><br/>The scream snapped him awake, and he say up, his mind flashing back briefly to a moment from years ago, before memories of sewers and pain fading back to his room at the mansion. Sitting up in his bed, he rubbed his eyes, running a hand through his hair. For a moment he just listened, to see if anyone else was getting up or moving in the halls. He really didn't want to be responsible and get up and see what was wrong...That was what they had those two RA's for, wasn't it?<br/><br/>But he heard no doors opening, or closing, no feet on the floor...<br/><br/>"Gonna have to talk t'someone 'bout who handles these mornings..." he muttered to himself. Getting up, he grabbed a sweater and threw it one, paying little mind to the figure on the other side of his bed still asleep. A hand stroked down her spine, before he stood and headed into the hall. A second scream told him which way to go. It the room for one of the new students--the girl from Ryker's, if he remember the new student report he had paid half-attention to. Well, this would be fun.<br/><br/>Pausing in front of Neena's door, he knocked on it, before listening inside of the room.<br/><br/>"Hey, everythin' alright in there?" he spoke up. The screams didn't sound like the fun kind, so, he didn't think she had a guest. Still, he wasn't about to burst into a teenage young woman's room right away. "If you got a frien' in there, they have time to hide under the bed before I come on in..." Meet screaming with some humor, what could go wrong?