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Post by Caebeeb on Apr 23, 2014 20:23:23 GMT -5
Rylan nodded at his explanation of the devices, shifting her weight slightly. She shook her head at his next question, "I'm not hungry." Her stomach promptly disagreed with her, but she just shook her head again. She glanced up at him, "Unless you want to, of course," she added. She smoothed a hand over her hip, "You sure you don't want you're jacket back?" she asked, dropping her eyes to the leather material as she started to shrug it off.
[xD Okay. Night night.]
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Post by Pirate on Apr 26, 2014 22:00:43 GMT -5
[Meh, I don't know what to write. I'm blocked D:]
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Post by Caebeeb on Apr 27, 2014 1:34:06 GMT -5
[You. Are. Hopeless. xD]
After sitting silently in the car for hours, waiting for their guests to arrive, a car appeared from a side road. Rylan immediately shifted in her seat, Clark's leather jacket hanging heavily from her shoulders. Dusk settled in around them as Tommy, James, and two other men got out of the car, adjusting their clothing as they all stood up. Rylan cast a quick glance at Clark before she climbed out of the car, doing her best to put up her facade and play her part. She sauntered over to the men, trying to ignore the ogling stare she received from James. Pig. One of the new men was tall and muscular, and had a pair of sunglasses on despite the approaching darkness. He gave Rylan a once over before turning to glance at Tommy. "She's a narc. Get rid of her." It was a simple statement, one that sent her blood running cold. "Wait! How the hell am I a narc? You have no proof. You can't just give someone the once over and then order them to be offed!" James pipped up, seemingly on her side despite receiving her knee to his crotch a day ago. "Wait, boss. Give her a chance." Tommy cleared his throat, "She has a guy with her, too." Their boss swiveled his head toward the fourth man, a daunting figure, before his eyes landed on Rylan again. "Get him out here." Rylan shrugged and turned toward the car, gesturing for Clark to join them even though she knew he could hear the conversation. Before she could turn back around, a strong hand snatched her arm and yanked her back. Her first instinct was to struggle, but she reminded herself that this would be some sort of initiation and that she needed to play it cool. The man in charge stared over her head at Clark, producing a knife. "Well, this would be assaulting an officer if you two were, indeed, narcs, as I suspect you are. But if you just stay right there, and let me use and abuse your sweet girlfriend here, I might think about letting you join our little club. So you just stay put." He cast Clark a cocky grin before dragging Rylan back toward the car. He opened the back door and shoved her in before joining her and closing the door behind them. The three remaining men formed a kind of wall at the front of the vehicle, watching Clark carefully. Tommy and James exchanged a hesitant glance, but they stayed put. About fifteen minutes later, Rylan emerged, an arm wrapped around her torso. Her fingers were pressed against her side, warm, sticky blood coating her fingers. Her clothes and hair were disheveled, but she had a neutral look on her face. The man stepped out behind her, glancing toward Clark but addressing Rylan. "See you soon, sweetheart." With that, the men piled into the car and drove off. Rylan stood there silently for a moment before she moved toward Clark, a slight limp to her gait. She felt tears stinging the backs of her eyes as she moved toward the car, eerily silent. She ignored any protesting Clark might have had and dropped unceremoniously into the passenger seat. She suddenly seemed to realize that she was bleeding on Clark's leather jacket, and a slight sense of panic rolled through her. She hastily pulled it off, smearing more of her blood on the material, her arms shaking as she offered Clark the jacket. "Sorry," she said quickly, her hands trembling, her face still void of emotion.
[What happened? Who knows. >: D]
Heath was draped across his bed when he heard a knock at his door. He got stiffly to his feet and went to see who was bothering him, silently hoping that it was Sophia. Instead, a man stood their, offering him a large envelope. The man nodded to him once he took the object before he turned and left. With a sigh, Heath headed back to his bed to read his mission statement.
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Post by Pirate on May 1, 2014 16:29:33 GMT -5
Clark glanced over at Rylan before she got out of the car, his eyes turning to the men in front of the car. He watched patiently, tense and ready for action when the situation seemed to be going south. When they told him to com out of the car, he waited for Rylan to summon him before slowly getting out, crossing his arms over his chest before he walked over. He tensed slightly as they grabbed Rylan, but showed nothing, shaking his head in slight amusement when they told him to stay put. "Do what you want with her. She's a little slut anyway." His words weren't true, but he had to play his part or they'd be found out. He stood there with his eyebrows raised slightly, glancing between the three men who stood between him and the car. Inwardly, he was itching to rip all of their throats out and he wanted to claw his way to Rylan. He had no idea what was happening, but when she came out of the car with an obvious wound, he had to keep himself from attacking the man then and there. He waited for them to leave before moving to her side and guiding her to the car, having to keep silent in his rage lest he snap and chase down their car. He got into the driver's seat, glancing over as Rylan tried to hand him the jacket. "Keep it," he said firmly. His jaw worked in anger as he sped to the hospital, the cabin too far away for him to feel comfortable driving her there. He got out once they reached the ER entrance and moved to her side, opening the door and pulling her out of the car. He lifted her, ignoring any complaints and carried her in, dropping her off with the doctors and then walking to the waiting room so he could fill out the paperwork and distract himself from his boiling rage.
Sophia heard a knock on her door and opened it curiously, glancing down at the folder being presented to her. She took it with a quiet "thanks" and shut the door, moving to her bed to open it and review the file. It looked like they were going to deal with a boring money case. Why did they have to deal with politics and economics? They were spies, not stock brokers. It hardly effected them. Sighing in annoyance, she tossed the folder onto her bedside table and leaned back on her bed.
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Post by Caebeeb on May 1, 2014 20:23:56 GMT -5
Rylan's bloody hands trembled as she placed the jacket on her lap after he told her to keep it. She idly pressed her free hand against her bleeding side again, a coolness seeping into her body. Staring out the window, she sat silently, her body quivering. She wasn't happy to see that he was taking her to the hospital. She loathed them and the strong scent of cleaner that perfumed the hallways. She was startled when Clark came up to the passenger door, allowing him to help her out. Initially, she shoved against him when he tried to pick her up, but she eventually gave in, allowing him to carry her into the hospital. The doctors immediately began to fret over her. A few hours passed, and she was checked over, cleaned up, and bandaged. She was allowed to leave soon after, with her side stitched up and bruises speckling her jaw and left arm. She still had a faint limp when she found Clark in the waiting room. "We can go," she murmured before heading out to the parking lot and their car. She lowered herself into the passenger seat, fidgeting slightly as she waited for him to drive them back to the cabin.
[Should we skip to Heath and Sophia heading off for the case?]
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Post by Pirate on Jul 1, 2014 12:51:56 GMT -5
[Doesn't matter to me.]
Clark finished the necessary paperwork and returned it to the desk, settling back into the uncomfortable plastic of the chair he'd been occupying. He put his head in his hands and waited for his partner to return, glancing up when she was finally released and spoke to him. He slowly got to his feet in silence, his stiff joints cracking and stretching after the hours he'd spent in the same position. He followed her to the car and slid into the driver's seat, resting his hands on the wheel but not starting the car. He glanced over at her, his blue eyes gentle. "Are you okay?" He was no longer angry after the hours he'd had to calm down, and now he just felt emotionally exhausted. He wanted to make sure she was okay before he took her to their temporary home and collapsed on the couch for a much needed nap.
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Post by Caebeeb on Jul 1, 2014 23:16:35 GMT -5
That evening, Heath grabbed the handle of his suitcase and lugged it to his door, flipping the light off on his way out the door. He headed out to the landing strip that their jet was waiting on, his glasses glinting in the lights reflecting from the surface of the runway. He loaded his luggage before boarding the plane, picking a seat next to the window. He buckled up for the ascent and waited for his partner.
Rylan didn't look up as Clark spoke, her eyes trained down on her knotted hands. "Fine," she mumbled, her eyes flickering to her bruised arm. She sat silently as he drove them back to the cabin, her eyes still trained down. When they arrived, she headed inside and to the bedroom, too exhausted to shower or eat. She lowered herself into a sitting position in the corner of the room, stretching her legs out in front of her. She knew she wouldn't be sleeping much that night.
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Post by Pirate on Jul 2, 2014 0:15:33 GMT -5
Once everything had been packed, Sophia had help getting her bags to the plane, seeing as she had more than others would think necessary, and boarded it, taking a seat across the aisle from her partner. She pulled out her file for the mission and flipped through it, a small smile spreading on her lips at her identity. "I suppose I'm your wife now," she teased, glancing over at him with a cheeky grin. "That's punishment for wanting to switch partners."
When Rylan responded to his question, he hesitated, wanting to ask her more, but deciding not to. He started the car and pulled out of the hospital parking lot, heading for the cabin. When they reached it, he didn't get the chance to talk to his partner as she disappeared before he even pulled the keys out of the ignition. With a heavy sigh, he got out and trudged in to the house, finding his couch quickly and collapsing on it.
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Post by Caebeeb on Jul 2, 2014 10:54:28 GMT -5
Heath glanced over at his partner when she spoke, flashing her a small smile before he settled in for their departure. He fell asleep early on in the flight, and didn't stir until their descent. When they landed, he got to his feet and headed out to gather their luggage, refraining from commenting on the amount that Sophia had. He knew she needed it all. He began lugging everything to their provided car. When he was finished, he dropped into the driver's seat, waiting for Sophia to join him before he drove them to their temporary residence.
The next morning, after a night of meager rest, Rylan gathered a change of clothes and stumbled into the bathroom. She rubbed her skin raw in the shower, ignoring the bruises and stitches. When she felt sufficiently clean, she turned off the water and got out, wrapping a towel around herself. She toweled out her before blow drying it quickly. Finished with that, she tugged on her clothes, stepping out in a pair of jeans and a long-sleeved gray shirt. She headed into the kitchen, successfully hiding her limp and preparing herself a cup of coffee. She sat down at the table and stared down at the liquid, periodically taking a sip.
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Post by Pirate on Jul 2, 2014 11:29:48 GMT -5
When Heath fell asleep, she sighed, glancing out her window. She wished he would at least talk to her. When the flight landed, she helped him load the car, seeing as she had a ridiculous amount of bags and she didn't want him to do all of the hard work. When they were done, she took the passenger seat and settled in, glancing over at him. She was a little discouraged by his silence and she glanced away for a moment before reaching over and resting her hand on his knee. "I'm glad we're finally out of there," she said with a small, encouraging smile. When they reached their new home, a small smile touched her lips at the large, lavish house. She got out of the car when he parked and pulled out the bags from the trunk.
[Well I figured their identities could be a young, seemingly up and coming couple looking to get their feet into high society. He could be a "business owner"]
When Rylan came out into the kitchen, it roused Clark from his sleep and he pushed himself up, glancing over at his partner. "You should eat more than that," he told her. "It'll help you feel better." He got to his feet and moved to the bathroom to go and shower and get ready before moving into the kitchen and sitting at the table. "So, where and when are we meeting them?"
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Post by Caebeeb on Jul 2, 2014 13:29:13 GMT -5
Heath glanced down at Sophia's hand when she touched him, sighing softly as he placed his hand over hers. "Yeah, me too," he murmured. He appraised their new home when they pulled up, giving it a small approving nod. He shut off the engine and got out, grabbing the remaining bags and carrying them to the front door. He unlocked it and stepped inside, depositing their luggage in the entryway. When Sophia was inside, he closed and locked the door before locating the bedroom, taking their suitcases with him.
[That sounds good to me.]
Rylan glanced up when Clark spoke, shrugging slightly at his statement before she focused on her coffee again. "What do you care? You hate me," she muttered under her breath. When he joined her at the table, she ran a hand through her hair. "Tonight at nine. Same place. They're going to escort us to their 'distribution center'," she murmured.
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Post by Pirate on Jul 2, 2014 13:54:49 GMT -5
Sophia followed him up to the bedroom, glancing around with a small frown. "This almost reminds me of my home in France," she murmured softly, sitting on the edge of the bed. All of the lavish décor, the excessively large house, it was exactly like her parents' home, minus the servants that were always scurrying around. Her childhood wasn't exactly the most favorable part of her life, so the constant reminder would be a little hard for her. She glanced up at her partner, giving him a small, slightly forced smile. "This should be interesting, right?"
Clark frowned at the accusations that Rylan was throwing at him. "I don't hate you," he said, his expression annoyed. "Why would you even think that?"
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Post by Caebeeb on Jul 2, 2014 14:33:33 GMT -5
Heath turned his eyes to Sophia wen she spoke, nodding slightly. "It'll be fine," he murmured as he sat down beside her, wrapping his arm around her waist. "Are you alright? I can ask for us to be transferred to a different house."
Rylan glanced up when Clark spoke, slightly surprised that he had heard her. She sighed, "Forget it, Clark." She got to her feet and dumped the small remainder of her coffee in the sink. She turned and headed into the bedroom to slip on a pair of tennis shoes. She shrugged on a shoulder holster, slipping her gun in before she pulled on a thick green jacket and headed into the living room. "I'm going for a walk," she said as she headed out the door and toward the road.
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Post by Pirate on Jul 4, 2014 13:24:27 GMT -5
Sophia smiled softly as he hugged her, relieved that he was finally giving her some contact. "I know. I'm okay. I like it here." She pressed a small kiss to his cheek, hoping to reassure him. "It's a nice house. I'm sure it'll grow on me."
Clark was about to respond when she got up and exited to the other room, his frustration growing. When she walked to the door, he got to his feet and pulled the fridge open. "Fine. Have fun." He grabbed a bottle of beer out and settled onto the couch, flipping the TV on. If she wanted to run away from their problems, then fine.
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Post by Caebeeb on Jul 4, 2014 17:06:46 GMT -5
Heath gave her a small smile when she kissed his cheek, "You can make new, happy memories here," he said gently before releasing her. "I'm tired. Are you ready for bed?" He pulled off his shirt and jeans as he headed over to his suitcase, pulling out pair of flannel bottoms. He tugged them on before turning to face his partner.
Many hours passed before Rylan returned to the cabin and it was eight o'clock by the time she got back. She headed through the front door and into the kitchen to grab a glass of water. "We should go," she said quietly as she set down her glass and walked back to the door.
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Post by Pirate on Jul 10, 2014 23:48:29 GMT -5
[Haha we are totally failing at life right now and I'm perfectly fine with it]
Sophia smiled at his reassurances and tilted her head slightly as he got up. "I think I'll shower first," she replied, grabbing her toiletries bag and heading for the unnecessarily large master bathroom. She chose the shower over the jetted bathtub, just rinsing off the dirty feeling that accompanied travelling. She changed into a T-shirt and pajama shorts before sliding into bed next to her partner and cuddling up to his side with a soft, satisfied sigh. "I missed this," she murmured softly, lifting her blue eyes to look up at him with a small smile.
The longer Rylan was gone, the more Clark began to worry, wondering if she was okay. He knew she could more than take care of herself, but staying out for hours seemed unnecessary. He moved from the TV to pacing to sitting on the couch to fiddling with his electronics and then back to TV, glancing at his phone for the time every few minutes. When Rylan finally walked through the door, he jumped to his feet, suddenly angry when he saw that she appeared to be fine. "That's it? You're gonna run off all day and then come back just in time to leave? Some walk." His final words held heavy sarcasm and he turned to grab his jacket before storming out of the door and to the car. He revved the engine and waited for his partner to get in before peeling out of the driveway and into town toward their meeting spot.
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Post by Caebeeb on Jul 11, 2014 23:11:20 GMT -5
[How so? xD]
Heath glanced up when his partner spoke, giving her a nod. He stared up at the ceiling, listening to the water run in silence. When Sophia joined him, he took off his glasses and set them down on the nightstand before pressing a kiss to the top of her head. "Goodnight, Sophia." He gave her a small smile and then twisted onto his side to face away from her.
Rylan slipped into the passenger seat as Clark got in the car, swiveling her head to set a frustrated glare on him. "Again, Clark, why are you acting like you even care? I'm back in time for the meeting. Get off my back." She turned her head forward again, unknowingly bobbing her knee as they neared their destination, fidgeting nervously. When they reached the meeting place, the small group was already waiting for them. Rylan reached for the door handle, but froze, staring at the glove compartment and breathing shallowly. She tried to get control of herself, but it seemed futile.
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Post by Pirate on Jul 13, 2014 22:38:39 GMT -5
[Our posting]
A small frown touched Sophia's lips as he turned away from her, slightly hurt by his obvious signal that he didn't really want to speak to her. She bit her lip to chase away the frown before she snuggled closer to his back her cheek resting against his warm skin. She let her eyes fall shut, but she found it hard to sleep when all she could think about was how she felt like a wall had gone up between them. Eventually, she did manage to drift off, even though when she woke up the following morning, she felt like she'd hardly gotten a wink of sleep. She lay there for a moment, feeling alone even though he was beside her before pushing away and moving into the bathroom. She grimaced when she saw her reflection in the mirror, noting how dark the circles under her eyes were.
Clark glanced over when Rylan didn't get out of the car, a scowl on his face. "Well? Aren't you getting out? You're the one making the deal." He turned away, crossing his arms over his chest as he glared out of the windshield.
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Post by Caebeeb on Jul 14, 2014 13:23:00 GMT -5
When Sophia drew in closer to his back, Heath reached back to set his hand on her hip before he drifted off to sleep a few minutes later. He awoke to her climbing out of bed, letting out a soft sigh as he rolled onto his back. He laid there for a moment before stretching and getting out of bed himself. He headed into the bathroom and stood behind her, placing his hands on her shoulders. "Good morning," he murmured, staring at her reflection in the mirror as he leaned forward to press a kiss to the top of her head.
Rylan closed her eyes when Clark spoke, trying to regain control of her sporadic breathing. His words made her just angry enough that she managed to pull herself together, opening the door quickly before she lost her nerve and slamming it shut. Rylan adjusted her jacket as she walked toward the pair of men, James and Tommy not being there. It was just the boss and his goon. "So, do you have an actual name or is it just 'Boss'?" she asked with a bit too much attitude. Before she could defend herself, the second man decked her so hard in the jaw that she twisted and fell to her knees. "Brett, that wasn't necessary." Rylan spat blood on to the ground before she got to her feet and set her eyes on the man who stabbed her the day before. "But if you must know, my name is Harvey." He eyed Rylan hungrily before stepping toward her. "I like you," he said casually, tracing a finger over her cheek. Rylan clenched her hands into fists at her sides. "And you're far too...unique to place as a dealer. Why don't I start you higher up. As a distributor. You can help mule the product." Rylan tilted her head slightly as a dribble of blood rolled down her chin, "What's the pay?" Harvey smiled, "Ah, smart girl. Don't worry, you'll get your cut. Are you in or not?" Behind him, Brett pulled a gun from his jacket. Rylan glanced up at Harvey, "That sounds great. But, uh, what about Louis?" Harvey chuckled, "He called you a slut and yet you still care about him. Perhaps that's admirable." He paused, letting out a long sigh. "I suppose he can accompany you in distributing. We'll see how that arrangement works out." He gave her a smile, reaching in to his jacket to pull out a business card. "Meet me here tomorrow. After hours." He leaned forward to kiss her bruising jaw, "Bye, sweetheart." He turned and gestured for Brett to get in the car before they peeled out of the clearing. Rylan lowered herself to the ground beside the car, letting out a shaky breath as tears stung her eyes. Clark could leave without her for all she cared. She touched her sore lip, trying to keep her breathing under control.
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Post by Pirate on Jul 14, 2014 14:57:52 GMT -5
Sophia glanced up as Heath walked in, giving him a small smile. "Good morning," she said, her smile disappearing as she rubbed her face, mentally cleansing herself of her fatigue. "We have a meeting today with the board of directors of the business we're infiltrating." She figured he knew, but it didn't hurt to remind him. She gave him another small smile, this time forced, before pulling away from his grip and moving into the bedroom to grab her case and get ready. She washed her face and applied a fresh one, keeping her make up sleek and elegant and very business like, finishing with a red lipstick. She teased her currently brown hair into a sleek bun, and pulled on a basic business suit, pinstripe jacket and skirt included. It was best to look the part. She even had a pair of nonprescription glasses to finish her look off. Done getting ready, she descended the stairs to the kitchen, looking forward to making herself something to eat, only to be met with an already prepared breakfast. "Oh," she said softly to herself, her tone disappointed. She was so used to cooking for them the last time, she forgot they had people to do it for them now. She sat down at the table, suddenly losing her appetite, and poked at the perfectly cooked omelet without an ounce of enthusiasm.
Clark watched the exchange, flinching as Rylan was abused more but hardly reacting otherwise. He waited till the deal was over before rolling the window down on her side. "Get in the damn car," he ordered, ready to leave this little hell hole.
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