Arrival - OTA

[handyouredealt]

Remy LeBeau was not a happy man at the moment. The rhythmic woosh and clap of the cards sliding in through his hands was usually calming, reassuring, but they did nothing for him right now. The guards that flanked him shifted their grip on their guns, apparently warned just what he could do to them with cards or hell just his fingers. It stuck in

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[makesppldead]

Strolling carelessly across the camp grounds on his way from the gymnasium, and hopefully to take a shower, he couldn't help but stop in his tracks to notice the jeep enter. With yet another candidate for Colonel Crazy's Freak Show. Or Team X. Same thing.

Being the curious merc he was, Wade decided to stick his hands into his pockets and go see who it was. There was nothing better to do anyways. He couldn't help but overhear the stranger's last sentence.

He smirked himself, laughing a little under his breath. "Not really. Unless you enjoy being caged in a zoo. Only with mutants."

[handyouredealt]

Ah, caught before he could really start looking around. Remy looked over the man who approached him and tipped his hat up to get a better look. This guy looked like a soldier. This could be more serious than he originally though.

"Zoos ain't de worst places in de, homme," he said with a shrug.

[makesppldead]

The mercenary did a quick survey of his own, possibly in a less conspicuous way than a normal person would. He did of course have to study his 'jobs' before he killed him. He wasn't going to kill this guy but...you get the idea.

Wade raised a brow before shifting one of the straps to the swords on his back. "It was only an analogy, mec. It's not the worst place but it ain't Chuck 'E Cheese."

[handyouredealt]

He smirked and raised an eyebrow. "You speak the whole language or just a few words?"

He didn't like the look of this guy. He was a good judge of character, this guy said unstable and that was dangerous. He started fingering the deck of cards, just out of habit.

[vainwithabang]

*Cassidy was feeling much better after Mattie's little healing stunt. His head didn't ache as much and the bruises were gone. He was wandering around the camp, a cigarette between his fingers; occasionally being brought up to his mouth as he took a drag. He spotted a new arrival and looked him up and down. Not his type, but still decent eye candy. He assumed he was new, what with the duffel and the Jeep speeding away.

He headed closer.*

Hey there, honey. Need a hand?

[handyouredealt]

Growing up on the streets of New Orleans, Remy had been called every sort of nickname by every sort of street walker there was. He just smiled easily at the man who headed towards him.

"Just lookin' for where I need to check in," he said easily. "Front desk around here somewhere?"

[vainwithabang]

*Cassidy shrugged.*

Fucked if I know. I got here and then pissed off to Tokyo an hour later. Spent the time since then nursing a hang over and a concussion.

*He took a drag of his smoke and pointed in the general direction of the rooms.*

Dorms are that way though.

[handyouredealt]

"Well, ain't ya helpful?"

It was mostly sarcastic, as was his nature. The kid didn't seem all bad, a little young for an army outfit but he already suspected this wasn't a typical military operation.

"Any room in dere?"

[mad_asahatter]

As with the usual state of things, Ophelia was playing in the dirt. The dirt in Japan was slightly better than the dirt in Russia but no where near as good as the dirt in Africa.

The fact that she'd been in more than three continents in less than four months when the four years prior to that she'd been contained in a twelve by seven padded cell, was lost on her completely.

She hadn't really expected the same influx of people, not like previous, but with the jeep pulling up, a stranger being left in its wake, she supposed that Stryker had to rebuild the lingering team. It only made sense that he'd try to rebuild what he'd lost in Russia -she blamed the weather for that. Cold places made people do crazy things.

Or just crazy people. Taking a read from the new arrival, Ophelia didn't hide the wide grin as she giggled to herself.

[handyouredealt]

A giggle caught his attention. It was a little odd to see someone playing in the dirt, but he'd seen weirder on the streets of New Orleans. He tucked his cards in a pouch on his belt and strolled over.

Ducking down he tipped his hat up, "'Cuse me miss. Can ya tell me where a man goes to check in to dis place?"

[mad_asahatter]

Grey eyes peered up at him, her grin faltering just a touch before returning. "Up or down, they know you're around. It's all about if you want to be found." Why anyone would want to be found around here, she wasn't too aware. But hey, she'd walked right back in. Whether Stryker wanted her or not.

"Find the boss, or he'll find you. One of the rocks has a view." She nodded her head towards what served as Stryker's little hideaway. His refuge from all the mutants beyond. "Else there's the game, either way happens the same."

If he wanted to announce himself, he could. Ophelia thought it'd be more amusing not to.

[handyouredealt]

He grinned, somewhat charmed by her odd behavior. She'd fit right in on the streets of New Orleans.

"Well, thank you, chere. Sounds like they ain't in a hurry to find me. Might as well make 'em wait."