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Post by Pirate on Apr 22, 2014 21:18:37 GMT -5
Clark woke a few minutes after Rylan had left the room, realizing the bed beside him was cold. Confused by her sudden disappearance, he slid to the edge of the bed and rubbed the sleep out of his eyes. With a weary yawn, he got to his feet and pulled on his boxers, stepping out of the bedroom and glancing around. He noticed the front door was standing wide open, and, eyebrows furrowed, he stepped out into the cool night air, finding his partner perched on the railing of the porch. "You okay?" he asked gently, his voice husky from sleep. He moved beside her, a little intimidated by the look on her face. Was she regretting it already? He leaned against the railing so he could get a better view of her, his blue eyes concerned. "Is everything okay?"
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Post by Caebeeb on Apr 22, 2014 21:30:32 GMT -5
Rylan glanced back when she heard Clark approaching, offering him a small smile. She nodded at his question, watching as he came to lean beside her. "I'm fine, Clark," she reassured him, her green eyes flickering from his back to the forest that surrounded them. "I just wanted some fresh air." She sat silently for awhile, swinging her feet languidly out in front of her. Finally, the chill bit into her skin and she glanced back at her partner. "How many girls have you slept with?" she asked. It wasn't her intended question, but it came out anyway. "I mean, I'm just wondering." She offered him a weak smile, drawing one of her legs up for warmth.
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Post by Pirate on Apr 22, 2014 21:45:26 GMT -5
Clark's eyebrows raised in surprise at the unexpected question, and he hesitated, shrugging his shoulders as if it wasn't a big deal. "Why's it matter?" It's not to say that he jumped into bed with every woman he came across, but he'd had a few one night stands during college as well as a few steady girlfriends. He didn't particularly like sharing all of his encounters, but he felt like he needed to give her some closure. "Including you, I can still count them on my hands." He straightened, moving behind her and wrapping his arms around her. "Don't think about it." He leaned down and pressed a kiss to her neck, hugging her against his warm chest. "I only care about you, anyway."
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Post by Caebeeb on Apr 22, 2014 22:33:03 GMT -5
Rylan glanced down at her feet when he responded with a question, lifting her shoulders in a shrug. "Never mind, I guess it doesn't." She lifted her head when he spoke again, nodding. She laced her fingers with his when he came up behind her, sinking back against him to pull in his warmth. "You're just really experienced and I'm not," she chuckled. A shiver skittered down her spine when he kissed her neck. She squeezed his fingers when he spoke again, twisting around to face him. "Maybe you shouldn't," she murmured. She gently pulled out of his grasp and headed back inside, plucking at his t-shirt anxiously. She was certain this would all end sourly.
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Post by Pirate on Apr 22, 2014 22:45:53 GMT -5
Clark chuckled at her statement. "We can always fix that," he implied with a sly smile. However, the grin on his lips disappeared as she pulled away from him. "Why shouldn't I?" he asked, growing worried again. He was confused about why she was so back and forth. He grabbed her hand, pulling her to a stop and gently took hold of both her arms, turning her to face him. "Talk to me. What's wrong?" His blue eyes searched her face for any answer he could find, wanting to figure out what he could do to make her feel better. "Do you regret having sex with me?"
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Post by Caebeeb on Apr 22, 2014 23:06:06 GMT -5
Rylan tried to wriggle away from him when he turned her to face him. She frowned at his questions, staring up at him. "Yes." Her frown deepened and she glanced away, "I mean, no, I just..." She let out a deep breath. "I'm just damaged goods, Clark. I don't get along well with people. I don't want to hurt you. It's... Earlier was just pent up tension. It probably shouldn't have happened." She squeezed her eyes shut, shaking her head as though she were answering some unknown question. Her chest felt constricted. "I don't want to lose you. I don't. I can't. This can't happen. There can't be an 'us'." She bowed her head, her shoulders trembling slightly. Her hands came up to grip the hem of the shirt she was wearing as she stood there, "I'm...I'm sorry." She was being back and forth and wishy washy again.
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Post by Pirate on Apr 22, 2014 23:29:32 GMT -5
Clark flinched slightly at her initial response, dropping his gaze. He should've known better than to think she'd actually wanted him. "...just pent up tension...probably shouldn't have happened..." What could he say? She clearly thought she made a mistake. He shook his head, an exasperated smile on his lips. His blue eyes were obviously hurt. "No, I understand. I'm sorry too." Sorry that he hadn't realized what she was doing, reeling him in to just push him away again. "Well, if you want to have meaningless sex with me again, you know how to get a hold of me." He brushed past her, picking up his blanket off of the couch and laying across it. He tossed the blanket haphazardly over himself and turned on his side, facing the back of the couch so he wouldn't have to look at her.
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Post by Caebeeb on Apr 22, 2014 23:53:04 GMT -5
Rylan glanced up hesitantly at his response, the hurt in his eyes crushing her. She opened her mouth to speak but he cut her off with his next words. She visibly deflated, her eyes tracking him as he shoved past her for the couch. "No, Clark, that's --" she cut her own wavering voice off, tears choking her. Why did she always have to build up a protective wall around herself? Surely she could allow one person in. The niggling came back, the one saying that no one wanted her and that she would be better off alone. She'd be safer that way, because then no one could hurt her. "Clark," she whispered pitifully, moving toward him. She touched a hand to his arm, afraid he'd shove her away. "That's not what I meant. That's not what it was." Her eyes were frantic and wild and exasperated as she struggled to explain herself. Cool tears trickled down her cheeks as she lowered herself onto the small space left behind him, stretching out over the blanket so that her chest was against his back and her arm was draped over his side. "It wasn't meaningless. It... I..." She didn't know what to say or do so she simply cuddled against his back and hoped that she wouldn't be thrown to the floor.
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Post by Pirate on Apr 23, 2014 17:24:38 GMT -5
Clark said nothing as she touched him, tensing slightly. He didn't understand why she had to make him feel this way. It was like she was intentionally trying to tear him apart. The way she fished for the right way to describe their night only made him angrier and he lashed out. "It was a mistake. Go sleep in the bed," he growled, pushing her arm away from him. He wouldn't be rude enough to push her off, but he hoped she understood that he didn't want any proximity to her whatsoever.
[Okay, how about for the next mission, they go to Switzerland for some money scheme?]
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Post by Caebeeb on Apr 23, 2014 17:46:54 GMT -5
Rylan drew her arm away when he shoved it off of him, blinking back tears. Curled around him the way she was, she continued to stare at his shoulders, feeling like a fool. That warning in her mind reared viciously, saying how he was already hurting her. But she had hurt him. She stubbornly wrapped her arm back around him, pressing closer to him. "No. I'm staying right here. It wasn't a mistake. I'm just... I'm having trouble processing everything." It was a lame excuse, but there was nothing she could say that would even remotely demonstrate to him what was whipping back and forth through her mind. "Can we just... Let's just get some sleep and discuss this in the morning," she whispered, her slender frame trembling against him. Tentatively, she pressed a kiss to his shoulder, hoping she wasn't crossing a line. She had really screwed up, but she was afraid of getting hurt. However, she'd hurt someone else in the process, and now her thoughts were just a jumbled mess. [Thats cool with me.  ] |
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Post by Pirate on Apr 23, 2014 17:58:06 GMT -5
Clark was already angry enough, she was only making it worse. "This isn't a game, Rylan," he burst out, forcing himself upwards and out of her grasp. He climbed over the back of the couch to escape her touch, turning to face her. "We already knew this would happen, we're just not cut out for this. We had an agreement, let's stick to it. Like you said, it was just built up tension." He grabbed the keys to the car and stormed out the door, sliding into the drivers seat and tossing the keys in the passenger seat, hitting the lock button. This way, she wouldn't be able to follow him. Rubbing his hands over his face, he let out a heavy sigh before hitting the steering wheel with his palm angrily. He should've pushed her away when he had the chance. None of this would've happened if he just said no. Leaning the seat back, he tried his best to get comfortable, turning on his side so his back was to the driver side window.
[So, uh, what kind of money scheme? XD]
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Post by Caebeeb on Apr 23, 2014 18:33:00 GMT -5
When he bolted upright, Rylan was shoved off of the narrow space, landing awkwardly. She propped herself up on her arms, staring at him with wind, tear-filled eyes. Initially, she cringed, cowering slightly as though he would strike her from the opposite side of the couch. She lifted her eyes when he spoke, trembling. She shook her head as he threw her words back at her, watching as he grabbed the keys. "No, Clark! I know it's not a game! Please!" she called, assuming he was leaving. She scrambled to her feet, tears streaking her cheeks. She reached the door, expecting to hear the engine starting. Instead, she watched as he reclined the seat. She stood in the doorway for a long minute, sobbing softly. She finally headed back inside and stared around the small cabin. She didn't know where to sleep or what to do. The couch seemed like Clark's, and she wanted it to be empty if he came back inside. The bed was still rumpled and felt far too intimate. She finally ended up sliding down the wall opposite the bed in the bedroom. She wanted to change out of Clark's shirt, but she didn't. Instead, she drew her knees to her chest and knotted her hands in her hair. She trembled, tears leaking from her eyes, and sleep finally came to her exhausted body. She woke up two or three times to her own shrieking, terrible nightmares plaguing her. They felt like physical pains. All her repressed thoughts were coming back. Her nightmares played on an endless loop. It was like the dusty box she stored her traumas in and struggled to keep shut had come open again.
[Rylan makes me sad. She has some serious emotional issues that she never dealt with.]
[Um um um. I don't know. Mysterious bank robbers? Ponzi Scheme? Embezzlement?]
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Post by Pirate on Apr 23, 2014 18:43:14 GMT -5
The next morning, Clark woke up feeling extremely stiff. He really hated sleeping in cars. Putting his seat back to it's original position, he unlocked the door and stepped out, the morning air cool against his mostly naked body. He went inside and looked around, noting that Rylan wasn't there. She was probably in the bedroom. Setting the keys on the counter, he moved to the bathroom and took a shower, trying to wash away the remnants of the night before. When he was done, he moved to the living room and pulled fresh clothes on before going to the kitchen to throw together breakfast for himself. After scrambling some eggs and throwing them on toast, he sat down at the table to eat, hoping Rylan would sleep in for a while longer so he could be alone.
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Post by Pirate on Apr 23, 2014 18:46:45 GMT -5
I was thinking more Ponzi scheme, but I'm not exactly money smart enough to figure out how that would work XD Ugh it's not letting me post this message in brackets for some reason >.<
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Post by Caebeeb on Apr 23, 2014 18:57:41 GMT -5
Rylan awoke to the smell of something cooking, twisting her sore neck around slightly to work out the kinks. She stayed sitting for awhile, everything coming back to her as she tried to keep the tears that immediately wanted to fall at bay. She finally got to her feet, grabbing a change of clothes. She stopped short in the doorway when she saw Clark sitting at the table, quickly averting her eyes and smoothing down her hair. She knew she was a walking disaster. She scurried into the bathroom and showered before changing into a pair of jeans and a loose v-neck t-shirt. Toweling out the moisture from her hair, she tied it back in a braid before she walked out of the room. She was hungry, but she didn't feel like eating, so she walked to the sink and filled a glass with water instead. Her stomach growled, but she ignored it as she took a sip of water before dumping the rest and walking past Clark to the bedroom. She quickly straightened up the sheets and grabbed their discarded clothes, setting them in the hamper. After pulling on a pair of running shoes, she walked out of the cabin to sit on the top porch step, staring out at the trees.
[Lol. I'm not great with money stuff either, but Wikipedia is our friend. xD We can just wing it.]
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Post by Pirate on Apr 23, 2014 19:04:18 GMT -5
[Sounds good. So...wanna start them off? XD I'm extra lazy today.]
Clark heard Rylan shuffling about and he sighed, getting to his feet to wash up his dishes. He glanced over as she walked out, running his hands through his hair. Well, he was going to have to talk to her. He would just pretend nothing had happened. Walking to the front door, he leaned against the frame. "Should we go to the meeting place early and scope it out?" he asked, trying to sound normal. Despite their problems, they still had a mission to fulfill.
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Post by Caebeeb on Apr 23, 2014 19:14:17 GMT -5
Rylan flinched at the sound of Clark's voice, immediately getting to her feet to turn and look at him. She dropped her eyes after a minute, nodding. "Yeah, that's a good idea," she murmured. She turned and headed to the car, not even noticing that she was lacking a jacket and that the air was cold around her. She slid into the passenger seat, assuming Clark would get the keys and would want to drive. One of her hands clenched into a fist, and she grabbed onto that wrist with her other hand, trying to relax. She wasn't going to break now. Not after years of stuffing everything down deep inside. Problems with a guy would not be her undoing. She wouldn't be weak.
[Lol, not really. xD I'm tired.]
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Post by Pirate on Apr 23, 2014 19:43:52 GMT -5
Clark nodded and returned inside, grabbing the keys to the car. He got in the driver's seat and turned the engine, not glancing over at her as he usually would. He remained silent throughout the ride until they reached the designated meeting place. He looked over at Rylan and sighed when he saw she didn't have a jacket. "Here," he grunted, pulling off his leather jacket and handing it to her. He pushed the door open and glanced around the vacant area. Taking a handful off small devices out of his pocket that looked like little buttons, he began to distribute them in inconspicuous places that nobody would really look at.
[Haha we can do that tomorrow then. I've got too much homework to think straight.]
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Post by Caebeeb on Apr 23, 2014 19:59:39 GMT -5
Rylan didn't speak through the whole ride, her hands still bunched in her lap. She stared out the window as he drove, glancing around the meeting place when they got there. When he gave her his jacket, she hesitated, surprised at his act of kindness. "Are you... Thanks." She climbed out of the car after him, still holding the jacket. She finally pulled it on, immediately engulfed in it's warmth. It smelled like him. Quietly, she trailed along behind him, watching as he distributed the little devices. When he was finished, she stood there idly. There were so many things she wanted to say, but she decided to stay silent.
[xD Okay.]
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Post by Pirate on Apr 23, 2014 20:08:01 GMT -5
When he finished what he was doing, Clark turned to his partner. "Those should pick up on noise and movement and send the bytes wirelessly to my computer." Glancing around, he looked back at his partner, running his hands through his hair. "Do you want to get something to eat? We still have a while before we meet up with them."
[Alright, my muse is dead for the night and I should really do my homework v.v 'Night.]
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