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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[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?"

[vainwithabang]

Dunno. Maybe.

*He shrugged.*

You'll have to check with Stryker, or wander aimlessly until you find a spare bed. We might have one. I've been... out of it the last couple days.

[handyouredealt]

"And where's dis Stryker?"

Wandering appealed to him, but he'd get a chance to do that.

[vainwithabang]

*Cassidy shrugged again.*

Dunno. In his lair, I suppose.

*He pointed to the building at the far end.*

And the lair is that way.

*He took another drag. He studied the new arrival for a few minutes.*

[handyouredealt]

He raised an eyebrow at being studied. People who watched him too long made him a little nervous.

"Somethin' I can help ya with?"

[vainwithabang]

*Cassidy shook his head.*

No. The accent's familiar, I can't place it though.

*He took another drag of his cigarette, hand reaching absently into his jacket pocket to picked up a few stones, which he rolled in the palm of his hand.*

[handyouredealt]

"It's Cajun. Ever been to New Orleans?"

He noticed the small movement of the man's hand and wondered for a moment if he should be more careful. He didn't think he was in any danger with this one, but that didn't sound like change in his pocket.

[vainwithabang]

I have. More than once. Work mostly.

*He pulled his hand out of his pocket, stones still in his hand.*

I assume that's where you're from?

[handyouredealt]

"No, I'm just fakin' the accent," Remy drawled easily, flashing a grin.

[vainwithabang]

Smart ass.

*Cassidy flashed his own grin.*

I am well aware that you aren't. It was more a statement.