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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But then.
She's staring as he makes the silverware float, and it's like her mind's just sort of stuck in the this isn't happening that it originally comes up with. She jumps, when it clatters to the counter, and she looks... betrayed, is probably close to the right word. Hurt, definitely. Confused, some. But then he says she's talking about me and mine, and saying it makes sense he got upset, and her face twists to something different.
Anger.
"No. I don't understand why you got upset, Davin. Because I asked you - and it's got nothing to do with you being a witch - if something really bad and horrible that could put me in jail is something that any witch can do. Because I don't know what witches can do, and I can't do anything to stop spells or anything like that. You? Are not allowed to be offended that I asked a question because I'm trying to keep myself safe. No matter what your answer was, I wasn't going to suddenly think that every witch I know was going to hurt me, but it would mean that I would know better what people who I've never met before are capable of."
"It's good to know, what you told me. Because Nerium had help, which means there are people out there who agree with her, and I know that I need Joel to beef up the wardings on my apartment, and that I need to put money in a separate account away from here to automatically pay my bills in case I just end up thinking I'm someone else again. And that? You're not allowed to be offended, just because I don't know how magic works."
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She's angry, and Davin can feel it. He can vaguely make out what she's saying, that she's telling him what he's not allowed to feel, and his breath hitches. This is too much, and when he closes his eyes, he sees Roman.
He stumbles backwards and hits his counter painfully, eyes wide as he stares at her. It's like he's back in that warehouse, and he's freezing cold. He wants to reply, wants to yell at her, but he can't seem to breathe.
He's terrified, and he's panicking.
"I-- I need need you to go," he chokes out, shaking his head and backing away from her. His chest is aching and he doesn't really know what's happening, but he can't do this. He's backed as far into the corner of his kitchen as he can get, and he feels trapped. He knew going out for food was a bad idea. He just knew. A shuddering breath escapes him and he shakes his head again, resisting the urge to curl in on himself.
"Get out, Raleigh," Davin grits out, voice choked and panicked. "Please."