After the meeting with the others at the house in the swamp, and kicking it for awhile with Knox and Theo, Remi had started the drive towards home. Music blasting through the jeeps sound system, she tapped long slender fingers against the steering wheel, and bopped her head slightly, singing along. Things seemed to be going well in the world of Remi lately, and that made her happy. Considering how things had been going in Dublin, and how quickly she'd made her decision to leave again.

The sirens were heard well before she got near to her appartment building. Though in a city as large as New Orleans, that didn't really surprise her much. Just another emergency in the world of the humans. Nothing that would effect her. It wasn't untill she was a little closer however, that the scent of smoke hit her nose, and she frowned slightly. The sound of sirens was getting closer, andas she turned the corner, the sight that met her eye's had a string of curses flooding from the petite rats mouth. Her fucking appartment building was on fire.

Pulling the jeep over to the side, she quickly got out, and threaded her way through the crowd of lookie loos that had gathered, as well as the other residents of the building that had managed to get out in time. Recognizing a women that lived on the floor below Remi, she moved up beside her, scowling up at the building as she asked. "The fuck happend??"

The woman turned to look at her, almost an identical scowl on her own face, she nodded towards a nearby ambulance, where a may lay handcuffed to a stretcher. "God damn crack head asshole from 12F left his stove on or something and passed out. Old Mrs Crawford from across the hall from him smelled smoke, and when she went out into the hall saw it comming from under his door, so called the fire department and raised a hell of a stink to warn everybody...They managed to get Raymonds stupid ass out, for what good it'll do." The woman pointed up at the six floor where the fire raged out of control. She gave a sigh disgust. "He's well and truely fucked us all..." And crossing her arms she glared at the building.

Remi stared in at the windows of what she knew had been her appartment. Fucking hell....Not that there had really been anything of much value in the appartment. Some crappy ass second hand furniture. A TV maybe, but it could be replaced. Her clothes and personal belongings though...she swore softly, amber eye's blazing, almost seeming to reflect what was going on infront of her. She couldn't afford another place right now. She was going to have just enough to replace what she'd lost, in clothing and personal items. And even then, She was going to have to ask Liam and Adian for help.

Slipping back through the crowd, Remi made her way back to her jeep, and slid in. Window down so she could still watch what was going on, evne as she leaned back against the seat. Hand comming up to cover her eyes. The fuck was she gonna do now? Live in the damn jeep?? as another string of gaelic curses spilled from her lips, she glanced down at her phone. Frowning slightly, and reaching to pick it up.

....She could call Milo...He might have some idea's on where to go. And she was pretty sure the rat king would be willing to help. At least she hoped so. Swearing again,  she banged her head against the steering wheel. Remi hated asking anyone for help. Even when it was very obvious she needed it, and this was one of those times. She wanted to be able to do for herself, and not owe anyone anything. Asking for help was one of the hardest things that Remi ever had to do.

After a few minutes, and alot more swearing, she finally punched in Milo's number, and made her call. muttering curses under her breath while waiting for her king to answer When Milo's voice came over the line, she sighed, and closed her eyes.

"....Milo.....I need some help...."

[]phone call here:  http://wickedlabyrinth.activeboard.com/t44012201/calling-for-help-call-to-milo/[]