Raleigh Harper / Emily Watkins (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
callmeemily) wrote2015-05-24 12:59 am
callmeemily) wrote2015-05-24 12:59 am
OPEN to all - robin hood comes home to roost
"Hey! Stop!"
Raleigh's walking Oscar - it's a long walk today, even though it's definitely making her leg regret it - and she doesn't even pause when she hears somebody behind her yell. It's the beginning of tourist season, and the sidewalk's full of people she doesn't know, and she's so worn out from the last week that she doesn't really have the energy.
"I said stop! I know you!"
Huffing out a breath, she keeps going; she hates it when people yell in public. She's got that Southern mentality, the one that keeps disputes behind closed doors where it's between the two of you and everyone else listening at cracks to figure out the gossip.
The last thing she expects is the rough hand on her arm that yanks her around. Stumbling, she catches herself on the parking meter that's next to her as the guy - mid forties, handsome in that New-England-Polo-Shirt-and-Sperrys kind of way - stares at her.
"It's you! It is!" Oscar's exploded into a barking, growling, half-grown dog between them, and the guy steps back as he raises his voice. "You know what I'm doing? I'm calling the cops. This is the girl who shot me! Back when we were medieval or whatever? She shot me and took all my money! She's a thief!" The tourists had backed up into a circle around them, with Raleigh, Oscar, and the guy in the middle. "She could have killed me!" He's pulling out his phone even as Raleigh protests and tries to explain as the people who're just staring at her shake their heads, and a phone, then another gets pulled out to film the whole thing.
"It's not- I'm not- I'm not a thief, I- It wasn't me--"
OOC: Raleigh's Fairy-tale shenanigans have come home to roost! Open to anybody. :D
Raleigh's walking Oscar - it's a long walk today, even though it's definitely making her leg regret it - and she doesn't even pause when she hears somebody behind her yell. It's the beginning of tourist season, and the sidewalk's full of people she doesn't know, and she's so worn out from the last week that she doesn't really have the energy.
"I said stop! I know you!"
Huffing out a breath, she keeps going; she hates it when people yell in public. She's got that Southern mentality, the one that keeps disputes behind closed doors where it's between the two of you and everyone else listening at cracks to figure out the gossip.
The last thing she expects is the rough hand on her arm that yanks her around. Stumbling, she catches herself on the parking meter that's next to her as the guy - mid forties, handsome in that New-England-Polo-Shirt-and-Sperrys kind of way - stares at her.
"It's you! It is!" Oscar's exploded into a barking, growling, half-grown dog between them, and the guy steps back as he raises his voice. "You know what I'm doing? I'm calling the cops. This is the girl who shot me! Back when we were medieval or whatever? She shot me and took all my money! She's a thief!" The tourists had backed up into a circle around them, with Raleigh, Oscar, and the guy in the middle. "She could have killed me!" He's pulling out his phone even as Raleigh protests and tries to explain as the people who're just staring at her shake their heads, and a phone, then another gets pulled out to film the whole thing.
"It's not- I'm not- I'm not a thief, I- It wasn't me--"
OOC: Raleigh's Fairy-tale shenanigans have come home to roost! Open to anybody. :D
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"That's a bunch of shit." There's no way around it. What he's saying happened to him - what 'he' did. "Why is everybody just letting it go? It's- It's fucked up, Coop. I mean- yeah, so. You're not that guy. You're not, and I'm not somebody who'd Robin Hood around shooting people, and you're right. We need to get over that. But the fact that shit happened?"
Her fingers tighten on Oscar's leash. "It's not okay. And it's not okay that people- Like. I shouldn't be responsible for it, if it wasn't me, and neither should you." Finally, Raleigh looks at him, her brows furrowed together. She doesn't know what to do with any of it. With Siren Cove; with the way that you basically are at the mercy of whatever happens. She doesn't know what to do about Coop; not about the spells, but that it's this mess that she feels like they've been dancing around for six months or longer. She doesn't know what to do about that guy; what to do about Spencer having gone missing and her feeling so incredibly guilty about it.
"Sometimes, I just want to say fuck it, you know?" Raleigh looks over at him, and she's not just talking about the spell anymore. "Just about everything. You, this town, all the shit that's happened... just... I feel like I should just say fuck it, and quit."