Disturbance in the night (Aly)

[GAMBIT]

It was late, Claude was about to retire. The last person to retire, he just had things to do, stuff to catch up on...in the end he just wasn't feeling very tired though. So as the clocks struck three, he was making his way upstairs, glass of milk in one hand. He liked to have something at his bedside should he get thirsty during the night. Sure he was already after his nightcap, but he didn't like nightcap as an "just in case I get thirsty" drink.

As he moved down the hallway, towards his own chambers at the end, he couldn't help but over hear the sounds of distress coming from one of the bedrooms, the assassin put his ear to the door....if it sounded like someone having a bad dream he would have just carried on, they all got a nasty dream once in a while. This however....sounded worst. It sounded like......panic.

Out of general chivalry, he knocked on the door first, but the sound of distress gave no reply, so he allowed himself into the room. It was the new girl, he made quick steps towards her bed. "Hey hey hey.....is everything alright here?" he asked, everybody in this place had issues....had lost someone. It was nothing knew that someone needed comforting in the night.

[nyx]

• I WANT YOUR HORROR I WANT YOUR DESIGN CAUSE YOU'RE A CRIMINAL •

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Her breathing was quick and laboured, eyes clamped shut against the darkness as she writhed amongst the ruffled cotton sheets which adorned her new bed. Aly's skin was cold and clammy, a stark contrast to the warm Louisiana night. She should have been softly asleep in a sweet slumber, but instead she was fighting something buried deep within her unconscious...

There was a nothingness to him, like a black hole personified. The man stared down at her, her body becoming limp and lifeless, but oh so painfully aware of his presence. His mind. It was like a vacuum, sucking out the oxygen from her lungs as she probed his mind.

She couldn't stop.

Alysia had unwittingly set off a chain reaction, where she was bound to his mind, her own power turned against her as she overloaded. A thrall state was what was to come next, and she knew it. Her pooled black eyes growing ever wider as he began to sadistically grin, the pearly whites of his teeth mocking her.

He descended, swooping in like a hawk and she was his prey. Immobilised by fear the scream caught in her throat...

The knocking didn't rouse her, she was too deep in the nightmare. Kicking off the sheet as he entered, the cumulation of her leg descending on the mattress and his concerned tone finally broke the sleep paralysis. With a start, Aly opened her eyes, taking a deep breath inwards and darting her aqua eyes around the room, partly to make sure he wasn't there, partly to find out where the voice had come from.

Her eyes finally settled on him as she grabbed the bed sheet, balling it up and hugging it to her body as her brain tried to catch up “Um... yeah I'm...” She sighed, tutting and running her hand through her auburn waves that were quite messed up from all the thrashing “I'm fine...” The blush pricked at her cheek, hoping he couldn't see it in the dark.

Way to make a stellar first impression, Aly, why don't you talk to yourself a little and then he can think you're really crazy she thought bitterly, bringin her knees up to her chest as she sat “Just a nightmare I guess, sorry for freaking you out and all” She shrugged sharply, casting her eyes down to the floor. She couldn't really see him all to well in the dark but she guessed he was Claude, Babs had told her bits and pieces about people, and he seemed to fit the description she gave.

Biting her lower lip she shuffled to the side, so he could sit if he wanted to, but other than the shuffle she gave no indication that that was what she wanted...

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[GAMBIT]

"Now you don't go worryin' about givin me a fright. This be a home to the X-men, and pain be something we all carry." he informed, giving his best nurturing older gentlemen tone of voice. People waking up in a panic like she did was an extremely common occurrence when they first moved in, after the New Order had gunned down everyone that could in the old X-Mansion. He being......the oldest person regularly at the mansion....well shoulder had been moistened by the tears of just about everyone that called the place home at one time or another he reckoned.

When she scooted over, he took it as an offer to sit down, and promptly did. "Here, 'ave yourself something to drink, its nice n'cold." He continued, offering the glass of milk he had in one hand. He knew how much he enjoyed something to drink when he woke up like that. "I'm Claude....Claude LeBeau, I'm going to go out on a limb and guess you be Aly? Its my pleasure."

[nyx]

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Oh god, was she really such a charity case that everyone felt sorry for her now? Aly had always prided herself on being the strong one, the one who didn't need people around her to feel safe. Not that she specifically segregated herself, but if a day came when she had to up and leave, she didn't have to think twice.

That day had happened to young Alysia, at fifteen she had made the decision to leave as New Order finally entered Detroit, making her way here. And she had survived just fine, prostitution wasn't exactly the most amicable of jobs, but it was one a young girl could do on the now pretty overcrowded streets of New Orleans.

Everything was pretty much routine until a couple of days ago, now the thought of being alone scared her because it left her with her thoughts, and she knew where those lead. Back to him. She suppressed a shudder as he sat down, running her hand over the cool surface of her arm, attempting in some half-assed way to warm herself up.

“Thanks” She muttered softly as she took the proffered glass, it was indeed cold, she thought as she took a drink that was more a gulp than a sip. Lowering the glass, she hastily wiped at her upper lip, making sure to wipe away any milk moustache. That would just be adding insult to injury here. Her assumption was correct, he was Claude.

“Yeah that's me” Aly laughed hollowly “Alysia Evans, Aly's easier to remember” Resting the glass on her knees she crossed her free hand underneath her glass holding arm, if he wanted to shake it or whatever it was there, at least if he was saving her from whatever her unconscious was hiding, they would be properly introduced. Her eyes finally beginning to adjust to the light, or lack of it she took a good look at him, he wasn't a kid but she couldn't place exactly how old he was. Long hair, always a winner in her books, and then she noticed his eyes. Well they damn well just nearly burned a hole right through her.

Realising that she was staring, she blinked and looked away, embarrassed yet again for her action “Sorry, I'm really just not used to bein' around other mutants yet, I never was much of a mixer”

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[GAMBIT]

Claude had seen it a million times before, that look on her face. His theme song had been "Jeepers, creepers where'd you get those peepers!" for a damn good reason. The old black and reds. "We get that pretty often here....alot of folk, afta deh learn deh mutants, well they're family n'friends don't want to know'em no more, so they wander by themselves for a while, learn to just be alone. Its a process...bein' here, a healing process, people reprogramme themselves...into something...more relaxed, go back tah being demselves." he continued, oh yes, it was the classic story of almost anyone who lived in the X-mansion at one time or another.

"You care to talk about it? You' dream that is." Get it off her chest. Help her calm down, let it out. He could charm it out of her if he wanted too, but that just wasn't fair, not in the least bit. Besides, he liked to keep those charms for people who didn't live in the Mansion, a lot less messy when people found out he had been using his gift. It was, a lesser known talent however, so it was a rare thing that he was caught out when it came to that.

[nyx]

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She probably would have felt better if that described her, her parents were nothing but supportive, it was her choice to up and bail, leaving her parents with the uncertainty and the worry. Maybe that was, in some twisted way, her way of making it better, if she was the bad guy then she was the only one to blame and there was no one to be afraid of. Except she wasn't bad, and there was bigger badder people out there to be afraid of.

She knew this all too well.

Leaning over she placed the glass on a side table, not wanting something to happen and it to go everywhere “Not really” She glanced sidelong at Claude, she was pretty sure word would have got around the small community of how Babs found her. An unflattering tale she wasn't about to recount at... what time was it? She glanced quickly at her watch, wow three am, there was no way she was falling back to sleep any time soon.

“I can't remember what happened to me, and I feel so fuckin' stupid I could tear my own hair out” She shook her head as she spat out the words venomously “I should have known better you know, limousines and fancy champagne are too good to be wasted on a hooker right? It was too good to be true and I fell for it...” If he hadn't listened to the mansions gossip then she was sure he would be utterly confused, but there wasn't a big enough community here for her story to get lost in transit.



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[GAMBIT]

"Feelin' stupid ain't gonna solve nothing." he replied, not wanting to point out that many high class escorts were treated to limo & champagne......he didn't need her to know how he knew that. "People can do all kindsa things these days....could 'ave been a telepath or 'n empath, he could 'ave messed with yea mind in countless ways...pheromone manipulation.....mind controlling voice....mind affecting toxins, and that's just assumin' he's a mutant...nevahmind magic n'all the more." he continued. It was easy for some people to abuse others when all sorts of powers & drugs were flying around. What happened to slipping a pill in someone's drink or just plain liquering them up?

"These thin's happen, all dah time, and one of dah worst parts, is that they get the girl blamin' herself, cause someone else out dere be a wicked hunta, makin' prey o' his fellow man and woman. Dis guy, he did a real number, he knew what he was doin' so I reckon he's done it before, he's been doin' it a while." Which meant he would probably do it again, perhaps Claude would look into it himself. But they had enough problems on their plate already.

[nyx]

• I WANT YOUR HORROR I WANT YOUR DESIGN CAUSE YOU'RE A CRIMINAL •

YOU AND ME COULD WRITE A
* - - - BAD ROMANCE

She lent forward, resting her head on her knees as he spoke, he was being far too nice to her. Her auburn waves fell gently over her shoulder as she shifted, pressing her pale cheek hard onto her kneecap “No, he figured out that he wasn't the only one gettin' somethin' out of our little arrangement...” She said cryptically, sighing into the slightly damp cotton “The guys, they pay for what I can do... I cast illusions, make 'em feel good... real good if you know what I mean” She looked up at him once more “But that isn't all that I do...”

She fidgeted with her toes, she'd never had a real conversation about what she could do, she'd never felt the need to indulge anything that personal about her self. “I sort'a suck the life out'ta people too, psychic vampire... or something” She shrugged her shoulders and stared at the sheets once more. Psychic vampire, well that just sounded so emo. “Somehow he knew, I think I got overloaded...” She tried to cast her memory back, but around that point it just immersed her into darkness. She visibly began to shiver “I don't know what happened after that, till Babs found me...”


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