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Post by ethan rafferty on Nov 5, 2011 0:46:45 GMT -5
-----a smirk took pride of place on ethan rafferty's face. his knuckles were sticky with blood that was starting to dry, the cool november air whipping his dark hair into his face as he gave the perp a swift kick for good measure, a small amount of satisfaction gained through the impact of boot to rib. stretching, he lazily fished his cell out of an inner pocket of his leather jacket, hitting number one. it was his obligation to refer these things on to the police, but he didn't like calling the general number - nah, not when he could have charlotte krause on the scene. letting it ring, his smirk widened a little when her honey tones greeted him. "hey blondie, raff here. try not to get too aroused, i'm not calling for pleasure
[/font]," he glances down at the bloodied man on the floor, a slight hint of disgust crossing his features as he props his phone between ear and shoulder, freeing his hands to find and light a cigarette, " got an early christmas present for ya. real piece of work too." --ooc i'll add graphics to this tomorrow, sorry i fail so hard! [/blockquote][/blockquote][/sup][/blockquote] |
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Post by charlotte krause on Nov 5, 2011 1:26:20 GMT -5
- - Sitting before the Chief of the department for what felt like the hundredth time in the last couple of months, Charlotte sat upright, occasionally rubbing her hand across some crease that shouldn't be on her uniform, and attempting to look as positive as could be. She'd made a rookie mistake that she shouldn't have been made and as usual, the good boy club was willing to discredit her ability to stand on her own two feet in such a demanding job. It was only when she had gotten a good five feet from the door after being dismissed to go out patrolling that she felt the vibrations of her phone in a thigh pocket of her pants. "hello?"
[/color] she'd not bothered checking caller i.d. before answering - there weren't many people that had the number to this line. Continuing down the familiar path out of the police station, she couldn't help the smirk that crossed her face at his opening line. "aw shucks, you should've said so sooner,"[/color] attempting to fake a raspy tone to her voice, "be right back, i'd better finish myself off right quick!"[/color] A few faces turned in her direction and she hurried herself out the door while muttering a quick, "sorry!"[/color] She didn't need anymore awkward conversations and explaining the comment was in jest to her co-workers was not a pleasant concept. "well joy to the world, i think you've saved my day. where are you?"[/color] Instead of immediately getting in her patrol car - Charlotte was full aware Ethan could handle himself without her rushing off to hold his hand - she leaned against the hood with the phone pressed to her ear. notes - - could i love this any more?!
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Post by ethan rafferty on Nov 5, 2011 9:45:27 GMT -5
-----ethan didn't like the police, and they disliked him right back. they distrusted the state his bounties showed up in, disliked how rattled, how bloody and, on the rare occasion, how dead they were. so much the better that charlotte show up, smelling sexy and looking like a supermodel than, say, his older 'brother' - the golden boy. he shuddered at the thought. forcing a groan at her husky comments, he moved a hand to his forehead in a damsel-in-distress pose, even if she couldn't see him. "oh lottie, always toyin' with my heart!" he took a deep drag on the cigarette, blowing the smoke out slowly, watching it curl up to the night sky. where was he, actually? there'd been a chase - man, how he loved it when they ran - and he'd wound up outside some sort of warehouse. he decided this information was as yet unimportant. "what can i say, i'm a regular hero. but don't worry 'bout that, princess. how about i get this joker in the trunk of my car, send the goons to their bedrooms," he glanced over his shoulder at his posse, the unconcerned group of men awaiting further orders idly, "then maybe you and i could get a bite to eat, maybe see a movie... or, y'know, we could skip the foreplay and i can make your night even better than i've made your day." finishing the cigarette off, he flicked it to the ground, stomping it out underfoot.
--ooc seriouslyyyy, i'm fangirling hardcore!
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Post by charlotte krause on Nov 5, 2011 10:36:20 GMT -5
- - Despite the fact that it was much against her better judgment to meet a convict turned hero (even if it was a fine line) in vague locations with shattered forms of bail jumpers, typically quite alone, she somehow managed to do so time after time. She was willing to do practically anything to be taken seriously and he was definitely a better ally than enemy. His undeniable sex appeal was just icing. "sorry, baby, you said it wasn't for pleasure, gotta calm myself somehow!"
[/i] It was almost amusing how easily they were able to change the entire mood of a conversation despite the situation at hand. There could've been a corpse laying there and somehow she knew, without fail, he would say something sexual. With an attempt at professionalism, she tossed the playful banter aside, for the moment; it was better she find out now how much paperwork this was going to bring up. "all of that sounds lovely, really, but i don't think it would look too well if i took off with you mid-shift while there is a convict in your trunk."[/color] Though the thought certainly seemed more appealing that sticking out the rest of her shift, she stuck to attempting to be the good little cop she was. Shifting uncertainly against her car, she crossed her legs at the ankle and scanned the various people walked past. In part, it was to be sure their conversation wasn't overheard by anyone who might make assumptions, but it also was simply becoming habit to be on-guard. "but you know, if he needs medical attention, i can't very well see them really researching whether i stuck around the police ward of the hospital to see to him or not..."[/color] Realizing it sounded like a suggestion of further injury for the sake of her own entertainment, she mentally scolded herself. That was completely inappropriate. "but don't hurt him if he's not already!"[/color][/font] notes - - i suck, but il alreadyy!
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Post by ethan rafferty on Nov 5, 2011 13:42:41 GMT -5
-----as much as he knew much of her flirting was merely a reaction to his onslaught of affection (if you could really call it affection), the fact she flirted at all made him grin. it was easy to forget that he'd met her when she was dating his little brother, but when he did recall this fact it was an infinite source of amusement. what a mismatch. he pouted at her seriousness. "aw baby, don't ya wanna play any more?" he nudged the convict in question with his boot to no response. good. noticing the blood on his hands, he scrunched his nose up and tried to wipe it off on his jeans only to realize it was too congealed for that, leaving a smear on the denim but not really cleaning his hand at all. would his troubles ever cease? still looking at his hand in vague disgust, it took a few seconds for him to realize what she was suggesting. snickering, a look of mild surprise crossed his features as he tried to sound offended. "are you implyin' i don't make clean pick ups, kid
[/i][/font]?" the menacing tone gave way to a laugh as she discouraged violence, shaking his head to himself, " oh charlie, you big kidder. don't worry, he's only... grazed. but maybe we should check him in. better safe than sorry and all that. shall we reconvene at the albany medical center in... oh, i don't know, twenty minutes[/i][/font]?" --ooc LIES. [/blockquote][/blockquote][/sup][/blockquote] |
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Post by charlotte krause on Nov 5, 2011 14:18:49 GMT -5
- - Somehow it seemed weird to think that she had actually dated his brother, someone seemingly polar opposite to Ethan. When they were together, if she were to come some of the crude remarks she threw at this boy, it would be returned with furious blushing and cause an awkwardness to hang over them until the conversation turned. She censored herself more than ever and as a result, Charlotte enjoyed the fact that she was able to speak freely with Ethan and not cause discomfort. "you know, business first, play later. i do owe you for calling me, giving me something to do."
[/i] Waiting for his sure to be incredulous reply about the state of his pick-ups, she scuffed her shoes against the concrete pavement. Pushing against the car to stand, she walked around the car to get in the drivers seat. "i'm implying that occassionally, you don't play by the rules... but that's in every aspect of your life, isn't it?"[/i] It was more of a statement, but she felt the need to phrase it as a question for the sake of appearing polite. He scared her shitless in many ways. He wasn't simply a physically fit boy that knew how to throw his weight around, he was quite literally dangerous. She had seen him bring in guys that were twice his size and looked like he'd thrown them around like a rag doll. Ethan seemed completely unnerved by some of the things that normally would have made her sick with grief. Yet that didn't keep her from talking to him or flirting with him, if anything, it encouraged the behavior. Self-destructive, maybe, but it was fun. "yeah, that works for me. do you want to get food after?"[/i] Fishing the keys from a pocket, she started up the car and sat idly waiting for a response on getting a meal. notes - - biggest geeks ever. c;
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Post by ethan rafferty on Nov 5, 2011 18:50:13 GMT -5
-----sometimes, just sometimes, ethan felt bad making so many moves on little tommy boy's ex. but somewhere deep inside him he kind of resented tom purely for being adopted after him, as if he wasn't enough - weirdly, he could empathize with all those women who get replaced by younger, more beautiful counterparts for the sake novelty. though he'd rather die than admit it. "you say that like you're gonna repay me in sexual favors... not that i'm complaining." already he was craving another cigarette, but he didn't think it the best idea to reek of nicotine on this most bizarre of dates. not that she knew it was a date, but he'd decided that it was, as he often did when handing gory criminals over to her. he started pacing a little, his pent up energy needing some sort of outlet. snorting, he shrugged. senselessly, he'd conducted this whole conversation as though they were face to face. "i play by the rules, it's suckers like this one who don't," his voice took on more of a growl than he intended. he didn't like being accused of anything, and though she had obviously meant no offense, his defensive nature flared up whether he wanted it to or not. forcing himself to remain calm, he couldn't help a genuine grin as she suggested food. "say you're down for japanese and i'm yours."
--ooc and proud!
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Post by charlotte krause on Nov 5, 2011 19:32:27 GMT -5
- - There was something completely wrong about even indulging Ethan in their flirting, but she felt so comfortable doing so that it didn't stop her. "of course not, i meant that i might let you eat at mine and i'll return the favor!" Cleverness not exactly being her forte, she attempted to use a play on words with an undeniable sexual undertone and had to laugh at her own awkward attempt. It was moments like these that she was grateful she'd not been re-assigned a partner since her last one had retired. Perhaps it was due to her superiors expecting her to fail and found it not worth the time, or maybe it was their way of simply setting her up for failure, but either way she was grateful for the time alone. Noticing the tone of his voice when he defended himself, she instantly regretted her words, nearly flinching at the sound. "hey, i know, babe, don't worry. i was only teasing. you're really doing a justice to the community in this job. if anything, you're certainly treating them better than they deserve." Hoping her attempt at smoothing over his temper worked, she found herself playing with the steering wheel of the car, concentrating on the hard leather beneath her fingertips. "as long as you're the one buying, we can eat where ever you want."
notes - - agreed. <3
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Post by ethan rafferty on Nov 6, 2011 10:30:12 GMT -5
-----sucking in sharply, he shook his head slowly. "you'll get yourself into some tricky situations with innuendo like that, krausey," he said, watching his smirk deepen in the reflection of his car window. damn, he looked so boyish, and he fucking hated it. even in this low lighting, only a distant streetlamp and the shallow light of the moon illuminating the deserted street, he could distinctly make out his freckles. those fucking freckles. tearing his eyes away from the tinted window, his smirk continued its plummeting to a frown as she tried to crawl out of the grave she'd dug herself. opening the rear door, he continued listening to her as he dragged the unconscious body over, pulling it up with only strategic difficulty - it probably hadn't been the best idea to do this whilst still on the phone - and shoving it into a sitting position in the back of the car. the poor guy was very obviously unconscious, and it was for moments like these that he'd had the windows tinted. standing back to admire his handiwork, his mood had considerably improved by the time it came for him to reply. "yeah, yeah, yeah. nice backpedaling there. spoken like a true cop
[/i]," in case he sounded too harsh he laughed, nodding at his men to move on as he got into the drivers seat. " good thing i'm the one buying then. i'll see ya in a min. stay sexy." hanging up abruptly, he turned the key in the ignition and made for the hospital, praying his ward wouldn't wake up between here and there. he couldn't fucking stand whining. [/blockquote][/blockquote][/sup][/blockquote] |
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Post by charlotte krause on Nov 6, 2011 11:34:53 GMT -5
- - Blushing immediately after he spoke, she wished she could use her hair as a shield. Even if he wasn't there to see it, she somehow figured that he would feel the rush of blood in her cheeks through the phone. "well, you know me, babe," she muttered the words, a lot less strength behind her voice than the initial comment. She was not so young that it should have made her shy, but somehow it managed to - simply writing it off as being a result of her previous relationship with Tom. Hearing the noises in the background but not knowing what he was doing, she took the moment to fidget with the heating in her car, then her nails, anything to keep her mind occupied to let him do... whatever he was doing. Instinctively asking, "are you okay?" despite his obvious ability to handle himself. Hearing his laugh made her feel infinitely better. No matter what their situation was, her need to keep him on her good side had nothing to do with the fact that he was dangerous or good to be associated with for work. Before she could formulate a response, he was hanging up and she had to roll her eyes at the phone as if he could see her through it. "well, good-bye to you too, rafferty. love talking to you."
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