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bound_ross (bound_ross) wrote in bound_rp,
@ 2013-09-24 14:19:00

Entry tags:

complete, private, ross richards, zoryana raqure

This time, I know nothing's wrong
Date: September 20, 2012
Time: 11:00 pm
Location: Zoryana's house
Characters: Ross Richards, Zoryana Raqure
Description: Ross is going to show Zoryana just why she should regret what she did.
Status: Private, complete

Ross Richards had been waiting for this moment for a very long time. For weeks after the raid, he debated. She had told him to run... but was that out of love or guilt? Ross couldn't believe that what they had together had meant nothing - no one was that good of an actor, but still. Did she deserve to die? She fucked his whole life. Everything he had. He hadn't even been able to go back and visit his family since he started running. Not that he cared much about seeing his mom, but he did about his sister. He sent money when he could, but it pained him to be unable to see her.

No, Zoryana Raqure, as he learned her real name was, deserved to die. And it needed to be by his hand. He should have killed her when the raid happened, he would have still gotten away. But he hesitated, and ran instead. Now, the burning hate he felt for her consumed his life. If he'd been able to settle down somewhere, maybe it wouldn't be so bad. But, for someone with limited real life skills and no G.E.D to speak of, all he had was the money he had made and saved from his gang days, odd jobs, and his anger.

It had taken longer than expected to track her down. The girl did not want to be found. Who the hell goes from California to Maine? Some small ass town in Maine as far as he could tell, too. Well, if that's where she was, that's where he was going to be. He packed up his things and headed for Maine about four days ago. He was staying in some crap hotel and had been spending most of his time there tracking Zoryana. His breath had caught when he first saw her. She was just as beautiful as he remembered, and for a moment he'd forgotten entirely why he was there.

But that didn't last. He followed her to her home and waited. Got her habits. It didn't need to be too precise, but he knew about what time she got home and what time she went to bed. It was only too easy to sneak in her back door, the lock picking skills he had learned when he was younger coming in handy once again. He was surprised the doors were even locked. Did they have crime in a town like this? She was in the living room, the television on though he wasn't exactly sure she was watching it.

He slipped in through the kitchen, his gun already cocked and ready and in his hand. He slipped up behind her, and pushed the cold metal into the back of her head, her dark hair bunching up at the barrel. He leaned down, his lips just meeting her ear. "Give me one reason why I shouldn't kill you." Despite how much he wanted her dead, he wanted answers even more. If he hadn't cared about answers, she would already be on her last breath.

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bound_kat
2013-09-25 08:08 pm UTC (link)

"You were dangerous," She said, absentmindedly. Zoryana knew better though, once a person learned how to take care of themselves and lived inside the world of street gangs and peddling drugs, selling it and possibly taking the lives of another person - They were considered dangerous. She eyed him, listening to the joke that he broke as she raised her brows. "You probably are dangerous, Ross."

He was the criminal that she had fallen in love with, the man that caused her heart to still skip a beat. She didn't understand that. She was still eyeing him when it came to watching him with the gun, holding her breath as he brought it back to the counter while she was opening the door. She didn't like the fact that she didn't have hers on her, didn't like the fact that her eyes kept coming back to those little hiding spots that she had for them. It was unsettling for her. He mentioned that he could pick a deadbolt, causing her to blink several times before looking towards him. "Perhaps I'll get a guard dog instead." She didn't like dogs, never had. Zoryana was highly allergic to them but that was something that she never shared with anyone but the department when she had her yearly medical exam. It wasn't like Zoryana had anything to worry about though, Ross had been the first one to actually break into her house.

You couldn't blame her and the way that she looked at the cigarette though as he was lighting it. It took a few seconds but she looked away, her attention being drawn to the backyard as she noticed that her tree needed trimming and her hibiscus needed some attention. She sighed, trying to think of the morning that she'd have time to do it all. What brought her to Crescent Cove? She reached up, fingers sliding her hair behind her ears as she shrugged softly. "When you have someone or a group of people who you were once investigating while being undercover and some of those people got away, the departments take a lot of precautions and find you another location to work. I got stuck here, not that I mind it. I can finally have a white Christmas when it comes." She had always wanted to have that. "How did you find me, Ross."

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