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bound_kat (bound_kat) wrote in bound_rp,
@ 2014-03-11 19:24:00

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! challenge, complete, private, ross richards, zoryana raqure

Damned and heated
Date: March 2nd, 2013
Time: 10:16 pm
Location: Streets
Characters: Ross Richards, Zoryana Raqure
Description: Someone did something very badly, stolen cop car and one pissed off female in pursuit.
Status: Private, in progress.

It was supposed to be an easy night, something that came to Zoryana like a thorn in her side. Easy nights meant that there were things happening in town and frankly, Zoryana already had enough for her own dose. She had come to terms with the fact that things beyond her understand actually existed, that they were in the same clothing and that looked completely normal as the next person did. It was never meant to be like that. At least, not in her book. Then again, she was the cop who was housing a criminal, who slept with the same criminal and who even made breakfast and enjoyed the moments that they spent with one another.

Zoryana Raqure didn't get a say in what was normal anymore.

Officer Raqure, we have a report of a stolen officer car in your block, are you able to pursue. No later the words came over the radio to jar Zoryana out of the thoughts that she was having. She was still trying to forget the fact that she saw a woman cut herself, heal and then another few incidents happened in which she witnessed a few other things that normal never did cover. She blinked down towards the radio, taking her eyes off of the road for a moment as she canted her head. Why not, it wasn't like she had anything else to do. She was starting up the car again, inching towards the trash can before throwing out the brown bag in which she once had a sandwich, no thank to Ross who had always insisted that she ate while she was on the clock. She was trying to get used to eating, it wasn't something that she did while she was on the clock -- especially not within the patrol car, she always felt as if she would get something on the floor.

She turned over the lights, finally seeing in front of the car before she heard the roar of another car turning the corner. The lights were blazing to her, suddenly wanting to cover her eyes as she hoped that it would turn away from her -- and it had, thankfully. Though, Zoryana did get a quick glimpse of who was driving the stolen car. She wasn't going to wait another moment, Zoryana immediately pulled out, turning on the siren of the patrol car as she shook her head.

Ross Richards was dead, Zoryana decided as she continued to follow the car.

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bound_ross
2014-03-12 02:45 am UTC (link)

Ross Richards was a fucking criminal, okay? And criminals who had been doing bad things for their whole lives who were suddenly holed up in a house having to be a good little boy did not mix well. He was doing all he could to make Zory happy, but he worried sometimes that she was sick of him, wanted him to leave. He couldn't find a real job, either, because he was wanted by the police. He didn't have any contacts here in butt-fuck nowhere Maine, so he couldn't figure out the best way to change his identity. The internet was too risky already, and he didn't want to get caught.

And so it was a variety of things like that, and a need for danger, excitement, and to see Zoryana's cute little pissed off face, that led one "ex" con-man Ross Richards to not only drink from a beer can in public, but to jack an abandoned, unlocked cop car and race it past the wonderful love of his life, Zoryana Raqure, whom he knew to be patrolling this area of town. She usually did, and of course, he kept tabs on her as much as possible. For a few reasons, and fortunately, she did not know that.

The sirens went off as he passed her, and he waved his hand before taking off towards one of the roads that lead toward the Burnt Wood - a rather desolate kind of sad road that didn't see a lot of action. Ross was likely to land in jail for this - he wasn't even sure Zoryana could get him out of this kind of trouble, because he had to take a cop car, didn't he? He turned off, merging into the right lane and taking the exit towards the woods, slowing his place ever so slightly.

It wasn't until they were halfway through the might-as-well-be-abandoned road that he slammed to a stop, letting the car drift a bit before it came to rest on the side of the road, and Ross came out of the cop car, tossing a beer can behind him. He wasn't drunk, though. Mostly just stupid.

"Thought that might get your attention, Officer Raqure."

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bound_kat
2014-03-12 03:07 am UTC (link)

Zoryana never wanted Ross to leave unless he wanted to leave. Granted, she'd be upset if he ever did leave but it would be his choice in the end. She didn't understand the tendencies that one would have when they were forced into a good habit role, but that was only because Zoryana didn't want anything to happen to Ross. She didn't want him to be arrested, didn't want anyone else to know that he was in town or the fact that he was still alive -- or even the fact that Zoryana loved the man with every fiber that she had. She only wished that he spoke about the things that he wanted, the things that would help him and then she'd do anything that she could to help him.

Why was he going towards the woods? She wanted to honk at him, wanted to have him pull over but instead -- she was making the adult choice to follow the man instead, shaking her head as she cursed herself. This was such a fucked up situation, they were a fucked up situation. No, if she knew that he kept tabs on her whereabouts, she'd probably punch him. Zoryana never did like to know that people watched her habits, which she had changed when she realized it was how he first got into her house when he had first tracked her down.

The Burnt Woods. She had been here once, only once. She stayed clear from areas that she didn't know that well. It was safety and it was mainly because she didn't know what the fuck was inside the woods. Who knew, there could have been a huge dragon living in there now that she realized about Witches. What else was around. She came to an abrupt stop behind the stole car as she blazed her brights on the man, narrowing her eyes ever so slightly. She switched off the radio, switched off the sirens before she killed the engine. She didn't need the battery dying on her, but she did keep the brights on.

"Thought that might get your attention, Officer Raqure." She blinked towards the can that he threw on the ground, scowling some before she looked back towards him. "Are you fucking stupid, Ross. Stealing a car, not to mention that it is one of my own cars that belong to the station. This is not alright. If you wanted my attention, you could actually talk to me -- not do stupid shit." Was she pissed? Very, She was trying to take a deep breath as she walked towards the man. "Are you purposely trying to get a way one ticket to jail."

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bound_ross
2014-03-12 04:04 am UTC (link)

Zory came at him with the fury he was used to seeing in her, had always seen in her. Not usually directed at him, at least not her fully fury. This was a lot more entertaining and a lot more scary than he bargained for, but there you go. If you did something stupid, you usually got the unexpected consequences that came with it. He wasn't just going to get away with this, though he was sure he was going to get away with it in a legal technical sense. Zory would punish him enough, obviously.

"Well, it's impossible to get you to leave the house to go on an actual date with me, aside from some shady as fuck bars, and Zory. I'm a fucking criminal. I live outdoors in high speed chases and high stress situations. I can't just sit in your house all day with nothing to do. And for those reasons..." He went back into the car, tugging open the door, he produced a single rose, and a cup of her favorite tea.

He leaned against the car now, holding those things out and waiting for her to come to him. "And I always wondered it was like to be in the front of a cop car. Much more comfortable."

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bound_kat
2014-03-12 05:35 am UTC (link)

"Well, it's impossible to get you to leave the house to go on an actual date with me, aside from some shady as fuck bars, and Zory. I'm a fucking criminal. I live outdoors in high speed chases and high stress situations. I can't just sit in your house all day with nothing to do. And for those reasons..." Zoryana had her reasons. She didn't want Ross to be arrested, didn't want to have to face a hard choice of watching him manhandled by someone else that wasn't her -- She didn't think that she could deal with it. Granted, it was probably harder on him to just stay home and what? He couldn't go out and enjoy life, she took that away from him in LA. "And what, you think that I don't want to have a proper date with you, Ross. I would love to actually go out and enjoy dinner with you or do a movie, anything other than just staying inside the house. That is for your safety only, no other reason."

That fury that was directed towards him died down a little, looking at him as she licked her lips. She shook her head, raising her hands to toss them in the air. She blinked as she watched him go back to the car though. This man was the only one able to make her calm down in a flash and she hated it. She looked at the objects in his hand, he was impossible to hate at the moment. "And I always wondered it was like to be in the front of a cop car. Much more comfortable."

She was stalling for a few minutes. She was still angry with him, furious even but once she looked again to the objects in his hand, Zoryana shook her head. She took the steps towards him, moving to grab the cup of tea as she smelled that rose. "You know, you're the only one who has ever given me roses." She admitted.

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bound_ross
2014-03-12 07:07 pm UTC (link)

Ross had been counted on his mysterious ability to calm the shit out of Zory even when she was seeing nothing but red, and it seemed he was right. She just couldn't be angry around him, even if it was his fault for her anger. Besides, Ross was trying to be romantic here. Let's be honest, it was pretty obvious he wasn't very good at being romantic but he was at least trying. He wanted to spend time with her, do things with her. Their first time together - despite how much of a lie it was - they were unstoppable. They could walk into any restaurant and ownt he place. It killed him that he was hiding, now. He had been hiding. He still would have to hide. Would it be forever?

"Then why don't we? They don't know me here, Zory. Maine and California are worlds apart. I can hide here easily - I crossed the whole fucking country looking for you and didn't get in trouble once. I'm doin' what I can but I'm dying out here." He came closer to her, putting his hand on her face as she smelled the flower, commenting on how he was the only one to ever give her a rose. "That's a damn shame. Someone so beautiful should have roses every day." He said, bringing her face closer to his to give her a kiss.

He stepped back, brushing her face with his fingers as he did so and letting out a soft sigh. "I gotta change my identity. I gotta at least work, Zee. I can't sit around all day doin' nothing, trying to find work under the table. I don't know if you noticed but this quaint as fuck little town you picked isn't exactly crime central. Not a lot of pay-under-the-table jobs available here."

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bound_kat
2014-03-17 05:02 am UTC (link)

She almost wanted to roll her eyes when he asked why didn't they. It was because of a lot of reasons. In a way, Zoryana was scared that she'd lose Ross, that someone would come up and sweep him off his feet like she had once done, even though it appeared that he was still hers. She was also scared that someone else was going to know who he was, what he had done and then arrest him. Her heart couldn't handle either one of the situations that could have happened, Zoryana knew in a way that she was only scaring herself though.

"Then why don't we? They don't know me here, Zory. Maine and California are worlds apart. I can hide here easily - I crossed the whole fucking country looking for you and didn't get in trouble once. I'm doin' what I can but I'm dying out here." They still had his face somewhere underneath all the papers at the station, he was wanted all over the states. It was almost sickening to her that he had crossed all those states to look for no one other than herself, risking the freedom that he seemed to have -- even though it was very limited. He was dying out here, Zoryana knew that from a few days after he had began to stay with her. She frowned slightly, though smelling the rose as she canted her head towards his hand. She told the truth about Ross being the only one giving her a rose and he had mentioned something else that would've probably caused any other woman to melt. "That's a damn shame. Someone so beautiful should have roses every day." Thing was, Zoryana did melt. She just didn't show it though she did give a soft smile through out that kiss.

"I gotta change my identity. I gotta at least work, Zee. I can't sit around all day doin' nothing, trying to find work under the table. I don't know if you noticed but this quaint as fuck little town you picked isn't exactly crime central. Not a lot of pay-under-the-table jobs available here." She sighed softly, licking her lips as she swallowed. She knew that it was just time until he mentioned something like that. "I just don't want you to get in trouble, that is all I'm asking for. I don't want to have you gone in an instant because someone decided to pick up the trail from California, even though it's worlds away. You're still a wanted man, Ross."

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bound_ross
2014-03-26 05:35 am UTC (link)

He loved the way she held the flower, smelling it. She was so adorable when she did things like that. He couldn't help himself, he loved that damn woman no matter how much she had lied to him initially, or screwed over his life. He would never even blame her for that - it was her job. She had to do it. And when it came down to it - she had also saved his life. If it hadn't of been her, it would have been someone else to infiltrate and sabotage their group and get them caught by the police. They had far too much notoriety.

"Going out for a real drink somewhere nice isn't going to get me thrown straight into prison." Ross sighed and put his hands through his hair, before he walked back up to her and pulled her in for another kiss. "Listen, baby, I swear I'll be careful. But I can't just be in your house all the time. I'll be good." He reassured her, letting his finger trace her jawbone to her chin, which he used to lift her face up so she would be looking at him.

"I love you. Trust me."

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bound_kat
2014-04-01 09:16 am UTC (link)

It didn't matter what he could say, Zoryana would always feel the weight of her actions. She supposed it had to do with the guilt that she continued to carry around with her when it came to other things but what was one more to add to the pile of things? Smelling sweet things made her forget the fucked up things, it made her feel out of her skin for those few seconds and made her seem almost normal. What was normal anymore?

"Going out for a real drink somewhere nice isn't going to get me thrown straight into prison." Just the word alone made Zoryana want to cringe. She was pursing her lips as she looked up from the rose just in time to witness him coming in for another kiss. He might've stolen it if she didn't look, returning it just as sweetly as it came. "Yeah, but stealing a cop car might just do the trick, Ross. You're lucky it's me who followed you and not someone else." She reminded him. "Listen, baby, I swear I'll be careful. But I can't just be in your house all the time. I'll be good." She would've looked away, it was in her nature to do something like that. Her eyes got low enough to look at the flower again before he was moving her chin, silently demanding her attention.

"I love you. Trust me." She trusted him not do stupid shit and what does he do? He stole a cop car. She cleared her throat for a moment, licking her lips before she nodded slowly. "Just stop doing stupid shit, Ross. Please, I love you and have since LA but this stupidity has to stop. I understand that it's the criminal in you but tone it down some?"

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