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Remy shut off his motocycle, a silver and black Harley with red accents these days, and rested his gloved wrists on the handlebars. He puffed out his lips with an apathetic huff of a breath and looked up at the large ornate building sprawling before him. He really didn't know exactly why he was back. He just was. That was Remy LeBeau to a tee... he just was; no explanations, no regrets. Two years had passed since he graced his presence on Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters, with the last time he walked down those steps and didn't look back. When they hadn't wanted him at Alcatraz, his already lacklustre interest in the X-Men seemed to wane and with barely a forethought, he got into his bike and road off into the sunset without looking back.
Until now. Now, two years passing in time, he had returned and sitting here before those very steps, he snorted and shook his head. Why had he come back? Still, he was here now and curiosity got the better of him. He unbuttoned his leather gloves and pulled them off so he could fish around in the pocket of his leather jacket for his cigarettes and lighter. He climbed off the bike and pocketed both the gloves and his keys to start ascending the stairs, taking two at a time. He couldn't even really be sure who was still here and who wasn't and he only really half cared. Actually, there was only one person he really cared whether was still here or not and if she wasn't... well, he didn't think he would be sticking around too long.
He was lighting up a smoke when he entered the large doors, his red eyes taking in the whole scene closely. Kids all around, same decor. Well fuck, maybe nothing had changed.
Until now. Now, two years passing in time, he had returned and sitting here before those very steps, he snorted and shook his head. Why had he come back? Still, he was here now and curiosity got the better of him. He unbuttoned his leather gloves and pulled them off so he could fish around in the pocket of his leather jacket for his cigarettes and lighter. He climbed off the bike and pocketed both the gloves and his keys to start ascending the stairs, taking two at a time. He couldn't even really be sure who was still here and who wasn't and he only really half cared. Actually, there was only one person he really cared whether was still here or not and if she wasn't... well, he didn't think he would be sticking around too long.
He was lighting up a smoke when he entered the large doors, his red eyes taking in the whole scene closely. Kids all around, same decor. Well fuck, maybe nothing had changed.