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Post by Raquel Knight on Feb 24, 2007 0:02:17 GMT -1
"I'm, uh, sorry about that. I thought you'd....well, be somewhere else."Giving a chuckle, Rocky shook her head and had to still keep her eyes away from Luke. It wasn’t that she was angry about something he did but was just embarrassed. Another part of her thought he did it on purpose or something subconsciously had him forget but when he apologized, he did seem sincere. Looking to him again, running her soft fingertips over her forehead, still with a disbelieving smile, she answered “No, its fine. I just-“ She gave a heavy sigh with another awkward laugh “I didn’t expect to see… that.” Eyes had wandered off again in search of something to change the topic to. Her eyes set on the news again, and fortunately it did distract her; unfortunately it was a new repost about a man found dead in his apartment with no actual cause of death. However, they were interviewing the people at the club. The same strip club that her and Luke were last night. Rocky was in a state of shock. Of course, it was her fault since she had to get distracted with Luke and let this guy die when she could have prevented it. And she had almost missed the news report again because she let herself get distracted by Luke again. Lips were parted, but the only words that had spilt were “… My God…”
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Post by Preacher on Feb 26, 2007 21:16:44 GMT -1
“No, its fine. I just- I didn’t expect to see… that.”Luke's left side of his face twisted into a weak smile. She hadn't screamed at the top of her lungs and sprinted for the door yet, which gave him the impression she at least didn't mind the sight of it that much. Luke started becoming more interested in his buttons however, as they started to become troublesome to button up. So therefore, he managed to take “… My God…” totally out of context. A fully fledged grin flickered onto his face as he glanced over to Gin, "Well...I wasn't sure I'd impress you that mu-" Something was wrong, she was staring at something and she didn't at all have a smile on her face. He followed her line of sight to the television; looked like some random news story. "Whatsamatter?" he asked, half interested as he finally buttoned his shirt right up.
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Post by Raquel Knight on Mar 4, 2007 1:46:52 GMT -1
"Whatsamatter?" Rocky ignored the question for a while, not even comprehending that words were being spoken to her. Eyes had just fixed to the new, explaining about how there was still no information about the death. Finally looking over to Preacher, lips still parted, she was brought back down to earth, “What?” She asked then shook her head, snapping out of the trans she was in and answered. “No, this was just one of the guys at the bar we were at last night.” She explained, still staring at the screen. She would have been able to prevent this man’s death. She should have, if it wasn’t for him. Luke distracted her; caused her to cloud her judgment and made her jump through a hoop for him even. Yet she was still taking care of him? Carrying his weight when she barely knew this man. She was taken by him, yet he was making matters worse. Rocky tossed him a sideways glare, clenching her jaw but didn’t say anything yet. Pushing herself off of the bed, she slung the duffle bag strap over her shoulder, and didn’t look at him as she started for the door, “Get your things. We’re leaving.” It was hard for her not to think this guy wasn’t a hunter. She only spent her time with hunters and honestly, his character had a lot to do with it. He was arrogant, reckless, fond of the drink and not to mention, he was skilled in fighting. Though, that didn’t mean they had to get along.
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Post by Preacher on Mar 4, 2007 22:53:46 GMT -1
“No, this was just one of the guys at the bar we were at last night.”Luke crouched down to her eye level and watched the events unfolding on the TV screen. Luke guessed he was a regular for 'Gin' to know him. Found dead in his apartment, and from what it seemed, this drunk didn't have much of a taste for decorum. That or a lack of funds. Luke guessed the answer was the latter, judging by the state of the apartment, "Poor sod." he muttered under his breath as he reflected on the news. He could feel Gin's eyes boring into him from his side, she didn't seem too happy. Luke ignored her, pretending he didn't catch her glance as he stared rigidly into the TV set. And how, exactly was it his fault? He wasn't holding a smoking gun.In a flurry of movement, his good samaritan was on her feet, shouldering a duffle bag and heading for the door. For a fleeting moment of panic, he thought she was leaving him already. “Get your things. We’re leaving.”Well, at least she's inviting him to tag along. Scrambling to his feet, he followed her, scratching his ruffled hair. "Where are we going?" he asked, already knowing the answer. It seemed he had stumbled into a weekend crimestopper.
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Post by Raquel Knight on Mar 5, 2007 1:42:37 GMT -1
"Where are we going?" Rocky didn’t turn around to look at Luke as she opened the hotel door, exiting the room as she walked towards the pick-up truck in her designated parking space. Throwing the duffle bag in the back of the truck, she answered as she walked around the front of the car, “ You’re going home.” She stated, solemnly. Looking to him over the hood of the car as she opened the driver side door, she stated as a command, “Get in.” As she slid over the rough leather of the seat, she moved some of the things in the seat, putting the journal she kept in the back seat as she mumbled to herself, “I need to pick up some more buckrounds…” she said before looking up at Luke who was now getting in. “Where’s your place?” She asked, again looking away from him as she put her hands back on the rubber steering wheel. It was hard to say what was going to be her next move after dropping Luke off. Probably go back to the bar under cover again but she couldn’t ensure that he wouldn’t meet with her again. In fact, she couldn’t even say that she wanted this job anymore. Leave it for another hunter but guilt was weighing down on her. Now, especially after she could have prevented that death but didn’t.
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Post by Preacher on Mar 5, 2007 2:18:02 GMT -1
“You’re going home.”Luke froze in his tracks on his way to the truck. He made a sucking noise between his teeth as his eyes glazed over. "Yeah...about that..." he mused to himself. How could he tell her he lived on the streets? It was embarassing enough, but now she had bathed and clothed him? “Get in.”Luke snapped out of his trance just like how his head snapped round to face Gin. He reluctantly obeyed her commands, hurrying round to the other side of the truck, watching Gin move the stuff off the passenger seat. He couldn't help but smile at this, and God, he had no idea why he was grinning. By the time he had reached the door, Rocky had sucessfully managed to rid the seat of foreign objects and he quickly slipped onto the seat. He was feeling much better than he did in the morning. That cold shower really helped, and he didn't get many of them. While he still felt a grumbling uneasiness in the pit of his stomach, he put that down to an empty stomach; overall, he was on the ball. And moreso, he had an excuse to prolong their meeting. “Where’s your place?""Uhm...y'know what? I'm REAALLY hungry." he said. It wasn't a lie as his stomach growled once more. "How about I treat you to breakfast? Least I can do for your help." he offered, finding his wallet, praying he had enough for two decent breakfasts.
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Post by Raquel Knight on Mar 5, 2007 17:19:25 GMT -1
"How about I treat you to breakfast? Least I can do for your help."Rocky sat back in the leather seat with a sigh, looking at Luke with disbelief. Again, she wasn't mad at Luke as opposed to herself but she didn't think it would be the best idea to get caught up in the moment when having breakfast with this stranger. But then her mind had started to get clouded by him, going against her normal judgement again. She couldn't deny that she was hungry and with the way she lived, only a few dollars in her pocket before ripping another victim off, Rocky was never one to turn down free food. Especially when she had spent money last night when she didn't have to. Not to mention it would be easier to question Luke about the strip club last night. Glancing to the road once, she had debated the idea then let out another sigh. "All right," She agreed, looking at him again. "I'm actually pretty hungry myself but after that, I'm taking you home." She explained then started the truck, hearing the rustic engine then pulled out of the parking spot and drove towards town.
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Post by Preacher on Mar 6, 2007 0:55:08 GMT -1
"All right, I'm actually pretty hungry myself but after that, I'm taking you home."It took her a while to reply, but at least it was the answer he was looking for. He allowed himself a brief smile at his mini victory. He still had the threat of her seeing his hideout, or more importantly, his scruffy lifestyle. That wasn't exactly what he had in mind for impressing a girl. As his fingers prodded through the change, he realised he had enough for both of them. At a stretch. But it wasn't as though they were going to go to the most expensive place in town. "Soo..." he said, trying to make conversation, his tone cheerful, "...am I going to keep calling you after a beverage or are you going to tell me your real name?" he asked, looking over to her, noticing how she seemed to be on edge. Her digits grasped the steering wheel tightly, her knuckles white. Something was on her mind. Either that death on the TV had gotten to her somehow, or she was holding something back. It wasn't Luke's place to judge, but it was still worrying him. Maybe she knew who he was. He frowned and looked away as soon as the thought entered his head, looking instead distantly out of the window. The nice ones were always bitches.
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Post by Raquel Knight on Mar 6, 2007 15:41:44 GMT -1
"So...am I going to keep calling you after a beverage or are you going to tell me your real name?"Rocky’s eyes stayed on the road, not knowing whether or not it was safe to reveal this information so early. After all, she barely knew Luke. He could be a cop, investigating the club for a more willing stripper to bust. Though, with how he acted –getting drunk, and naked in front of her- she was pretty sure he wasn’t on the force. Taking in her breath, holding it for a moment, she let out “Its Rocky,” Then glanced to him once, giving a little awkward smile and added, “No comments about the Italian Stallion character though. I’m not up for that this early just yet.” She said before eyes met the road once more when making a turn. Driving through the town, the 4 tires running over cracks and rocks on the road, due to construction, she glanced around at the various stores residing there. “Anywhere you want to eat in particular?” She asked, keeping her glance between him and the road now.
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Post by Preacher on Mar 6, 2007 20:30:08 GMT -1
“Its Rocky,”Now he knew why she hesitated. It was obviously a nickname. No parent would be THAT cruel, even after watching Mr Balboa's films back-to-back. “No comments about the Italian Stallion character though. I’m not up for that this early just yet.”Luke returned the grin, knowing that was the first thing he had thought of. And she knew it too. "I wouldn't dream of it." he smiled as he glanced back out of the window. Maybe he'd leave it until after breakfast. As the tyres bumped over the rocky road, he grunted with discomfort. The jarring vehicle was not doing his headache any favours. He felt fine before, but for some reason drinking always produced travel sickness with him. His eyes flickered over to the hands turning the steering wheel as they rounded a corner, silently willing them to go a little easier on the road. No wedding ring. “Anywhere you want to eat in particular?”His smile was cut short by the question, catching him unawares. As he reprocessed the question, he frowned. He wasn't exactly a regular. And even if he was, he didn't usually have money to go into any of the breakfast bars. Thankfully, a Mr Harold Shipman had solved his little monetary problem. [google that name...he's infamous in the UK]. "There's a place down on 2nd street." he spoke out finally, half heartedly pointing in the direction. It wasn't the most outstanding place to dine, but it was usually out of his depth. He looked down at the wallet that didn't belong to him again, and frowned as he stroked the picture of a family he never knew. Stealing was the least of his crimes, but nicking the photograph as well seemed like an even more heinous crime.
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Post by Raquel Knight on Mar 9, 2007 3:10:31 GMT -1
(Since you seemed like you were interested with all your new icons. Not saying you have to but the option is open to you of course ;D) "There's a place down on 2nd street."Hands loosened their grip when muscles released tension around Luke. Nervousness was just temporary and with a hunter, it was only ever aloud to be temporary, if allowed to be visible at all. Turning the corner into more better-construction driven roads, the car bouncing against concrete and gravel, Rocky gave a nod when she muttered, “Second street it is,” Hearing the metal of weapons hit the floor repeatedly in the backseat, it just made Rocky’s heart ache. Granted, she was also thankful that she had set the safety on each of those armaments, it still pained her to hear every clank of the weaponry. When traveling however, she glanced to Luke, not liking the silence currently thickening through the atmosphere when she first started to try the conversing. “So… I’m assuming you’re a local? I mean, with the way you were drinking at the bar last night, it didn’t seem like you were foreign to the idea of getting drunk at that place.” She said, smiling a bit but regrettably, he had distracted her again. Judgment impaired, she accelerated the speed of the vehicle when her eyes met the road again, accidentally misjudging the unevenness of the road before hitting another great bump. This time, the cause wasn’t a weapon breaking but the latch on the glove compartment was undone. Contents kept in the concealed place poured out; every fake idea, false badge and counterfeit credentials came out along with the shiny black 9mm and a bowie knife. Rocky’s boot hit the break as she saw both her eyes and Luke’s meet the things, and stopped short. “Shit!” she cursed and immediately heard honking coming from behind her because of the accident she almost caused with the cars behind her. Though, she found that less important, she still glanced up at the mirrors before driving again, and pulling over. Instantaneously however, once she had stopped the car on the side of the road, she quickly went to gather the contents that had gotten out, hoping to God Luke went blind.
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Post by Preacher on Mar 10, 2007 0:56:39 GMT -1
“So… I’m assuming you’re a local? I mean, with the way you were drinking at the bar last night, it didn’t seem like you were foreign to the idea of getting drunk at that place.”Luke's gaze fell back on her, disbelieving her for a moment. A look of wry bemusement exhibited by his slanted grin. "You're kidding right?" he asked her, his voice sounding serious yet his eyes glinting playfully. Surely his Lancastrian accent gave it away. It wasn't a deep accent; more diluted from his travels, but it was his one signified aspect of his exclusion from the norms of American society. It was what distinguished him from the other hunters. It was what retained in some small part, his identity. His eyes diverted from her, out through the open window, in case his gaze was becoming too intense on her, and he relieved the pressure further by shrugging the question off, "Nah...I'm not from around these parts." he replied, absent mindedly gliding his hand out of the window as though he were flying. "I've been here a while though...long enough to get a lay of the land." he nodded, looking back at her, "Believe me...I've been in a lot of bars li-" Luke grunted as the car hit the bump head on, having his utterance cut short and the air forced out of his lungs without speech. The next thing he heard was the clip on the glove compartment giving way, spilling forth its contents. Instinctively, he reached down to scoop them up, but it wasn't until the gun landed, hard, on his crotch, that he REALLY took note. He slowly looked down at the fake IDs in mingled confusion, shock and bewilderment...all different names, all the same picture. Sally Winfield, Nicole Anderson, Caroline Jameson. Then his eyes travelled further down to the bowie knife by his feet. Thankfully sheathed otherwise it would have gone straight through his shoe. His eyes travelled further, meeting the 9mm lying on his lap. His eyes immediately narrowed; the look of puzzlement disappearing in exchange for suspicion. Yet still, he didn't dare bring his eyes up to meet his aquaintance. The muffled silence dulled his senses; he could hear his own shallow breathing and his pumping heart. It wasn't the fact that they'd almost had a collision, but the fact he'd been played by a woman, again. Just by fluttering her eyelashes, he was all over her. And now here he was, looking down at her deceit. The mere fact that she may have been a supernatural hunter waas pushed to the back of his mind as he thought of a far more dangerous hunter she may have been. As she fumbled, putting the fake IDs back where they belonged, he sat motionless, contemplating his options. What was he to do? If she was what he thought she was, he'd have no choice but to use the gun. As her hand swiped up to take the weapon from his lap, he gripped her hand tightly, holding it place on top of the gun so that she couldn't easily take it. "Bounty hunter?" he asked through a clenched jaw, his voice shaking with resentment, threat and paranoia.
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Post by Raquel Knight on Mar 10, 2007 16:57:54 GMT -1
Digits quickly went to pluck up all of the fake identification cards from the floor and see, knees pressing into the leather cushioned seats as she tried to lean over. When the bowie knife fell and the gun landed on Luke’s lap, she had to weigh her options on what would be the better thing to snatch for first. Obviously the gun was the better investment. It was an altogether better weapon and he wouldn’t need any real skill to kill her in this confined space they were in. Though, when she reached for the sleek black 9mm upon his lap, Luke quickly grasped her hand, keeping it in place on him. "Bounty hunter?"Rocky’s eyes traveled up to Luke’s, analyzing how his hard stare came down on her and swallowed nervously to close her parted lips. She didn’t know how to answer him. Saying she was a cop and that’s why she would have access to all of the badges could be either bad or good. If he was a criminal, of course he would try to use the gun on her and that was a one-way ticket to death. Though, bounty hunter didn’t seem to put a smile on his face either, therefore, probably wasn’t a logical choice. Shrugging, Rocky opened her mouth to release a holding breath and then tried to answer the most vaguest, yet truthful way as possible. “Something like that,” She answered before quickly retracting her hand from his lap and the gun and sitting up and then leaned her back against the door, just staring at him. “Listen, this… this isn’t what you think it is.” Rocky then realized that was probably the most idiotic thing to say at this point when she really didn’t know what he thought it was or how to explain the situation correctly.
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Post by Preacher on Mar 10, 2007 19:28:56 GMT -1
Rocky looked wary. She had every right to be. He was still debating whether he should pick up the weapon. He'd use it. Even if she had captivated him. No matter. His jaw clenched as he looked at her; she'd enticed him this far. God knows what she was going to do with him after they had breakfast. Was she just going to slap the cuffs on him there? Or was she taking him down to the station? He couldn't let her take him in. He wouldn't let her take him in. “Something like that,”He let out a subtle groan. More of a grunt or a growl, yet still meaning the same. He'd have to kill her. That was it. There was no other option. If he let her live, she'd tell the cops. He'd already used his Luke alias on her, and his legends were precious to him. She'd have to die in order to protect his identity. He was under no illusions, this was not for the greater good or for some twisted sense of good. He was killing her in order to save his own skin. Stay one step ahead of the cops. He'd done it before, this was no different. Well...a little different. “Listen, this… this isn’t what you think it is.”His head cocked to one side as his brow furrowed inward, his face cracking into a disbelieving frown. Of course it was he thought. She was a bounty hunter. She was hunting HIM. His right hand swooped down, clutching the weapon and raising it, pointing it at her chest. "Yeah..." he muttered sarcastically, his tone ruthlessly firm. "...it's for self defence. How do you expect me to believe you? Rocky?! That's as fake as the rest of these IDs. And now...you're forcing me to do something I hate..." Weakness showed through. His fury was peaking, but sadness forced his eyes to glaze over. Of course she wasn't interested in him. He was a mess. And her help the night before and the morning after had all been for one thing...a reward from his successful capture.
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Post by Raquel Knight on Mar 10, 2007 20:41:42 GMT -1
"Yeah...it's for self defence. How do you expect me to believe you? Rocky?! That's as fake as the rest of these IDs. And now...you're forcing me to do something I hate..."Rocky’s eyes shot to the gun, breathing picking up quickly as anxiety rose up. She hunted well but taking a gun from a man’s hands without a single shot fired in this little space would be impossible. And the insinuation to just kill her because he apparently had something to hide caused her to panic even more than her exposure. “Wait!” She cried out, hands going up to show that she wasn’t a threat and also to stop him. “I’m- I’m not a bounty hunter! I’m not hunting you! Hell, I don’t even know your last name!” She yelled back to him, still trying to convince him she was less than lethal at this point. “I-I wish I could explain this all to you but… you wouldn’t understand.” Eyes had begged him; just to lower the gun and have him exit the car, that was all. Eyes had traveled from locking on to his down to the gun again. Coaxing him down might not be impossible since he had shown hesitation. Though, she wasn’t going to place a bet that it was her sincere eyes that would get him to stop since he didn’t show innocence either. He had obviously done something in the past causing him to fear authorities. “I think you miss understood me. I wasn’t going to turn you in! Really, I swear. I’m…” She was going to finish with hunter but he wouldn’t recognize the context. “I am not a bounty hunter.”
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