crimson_graces | open post 2017

( she runs, and he sighs, but doesn't bother to follow. he's honestly not paid enough to chase down the errant teenager here or there. if he was even fast enough to catch up with her. she's like a bolt of lightning in the darkness, there and then gone, and he turns to watch her go and that's about all he bothers to do.

when he gets back to his office, he doesn't ring the sheriff. what proof does he have, anyway? there's no bloody cameras in the place, that's probably why it's a favorite for teenagers to break into at all hours of the night. he tries, and fails, to get back into the ordering sheet he's supposed to finish before morning. it's all a little too dull, his entire life is.

what does it matter? he's got every day of his boring life to finish it. he'll get to it then.

so sooner, rather than later, but not that soon at the same time, he's heading out to the plain and not very interesting black car waiting in the lot. the only one, at that, which makes it fairly easy to spot as his. he can't help himself, when he sees a familiar flash of blonde seated on the hood. ) Seriously? ( he can't tell if he's annoyed or amused. )

[That's good because she'd hate to have to wait for him forever.

Emma smirks like she's proud of herself, and offers a shrug. He's obviously not in high school anymore, probably in his early twenties and he's pretty to look at. She's a teenage girl. She's going to ogle him a little bit and that's that. He's the first boy in this stupid town worth looking at, besides the sheriff and she's just joking, David, oh my god, calm down.

It's not all about her loins though. She leans back on her palms, tips her head at him.]

You didn't call the cops.

[Is that a question or an accusation, it's hard to say.]

Edited (its imperative he's not dad yet) 2017-03-14 06:09 (UTC)

( he seems to be doing his best to ignore the smug blonde girl on his car, though he's trying so hard at this point that it's absolutely obvious. he doesn't have a lot to bring out with him to his car, a jacket and that's about it. his keys are in his pocket and it's a little awkward to pull them out and try to find the right one with only a single hand, yet maybe not awkward enough to give him away still. he's been doing things one handed a long time, now. )

I didn't think he'd have anything to catch. ( honestly, he hadn't wanted to admit he'd lost a teenage girl. the sheriff would have had a real laugh at the idea he couldn't stop a girl still in highschool. that was, if the sheriff was even capable of laughter... James honestly can't remember the sheriff ever showing any modicum of emotion at all, yet if anything was hilarious, it was the one-handed loser being incapable of handling a teenage girl. ) The sheriff needs his beauty sleep. Unlike you, it seems.

( he has to imagine she has parents, and he also has to imagine they aren't going to be happy that she's out so late. it's not four in the morning or anything, but anything after eight is rather late by Storybrooke standards, and they're closer to midnight than they are to eight. )

[He can handle her. That's an invitation.

There's a good chance that David is asleep, the poor soul. He works really hard at being a dad but he also works really hard to make a living for his family and that means an early bedtime. Kathryn probably doesn't know that Emma is supposed to be there. Not that she's bitter at all about it. She's not, you'd have to care to be bitter.]

So I should continue my crime spree at night, because he's too busy sleeping.

[Does he sleep naked though, that's the real question.]

Got it, that's great advice.

( he laughs quite literally despite himself, absolutely baffled that she'd even joke about breaking the law in front of someone that has every reason, if not more, to report her for it. especially if she decides to go back for her six pack, theoretically, he should really have a problem with that. he manages to get his door open, and spares a glance her way.

which may or may not be a horrible idea. he might be better off not looking at her, frankly. )

While I'm offering pointers, don't mention theoretical crime sprees to others. Just a thought. ( he waves an arm towards her perch on the hood of his car. ) That's going to be a less enjoyable spot in about thirty seconds.

Don't talk about crime sprees to strangers, got it.

[Emma twists to keep looking at him as he moves and talks, though at this point it really would be easier to get off the car and walk away and here she is. Making things difficult. Waits five, ten, fifteen seconds and okay, she's sliding off now because he seems to be serious about leaving and she's serious about not being hit by a car.]

Are you going to offer me a ride or...?

[Didn't you just call him a stranger, Emma what is wrong with you.]

( Emma is just super committed to not getting hit by cars. gotta really admire her sticking to those guns. to be fair, being hit by cars isn't great. in another life, he'd likely get to know that very well. in this one, he could only assume. no being hit by cars for this guy, he probably hadn't even managed to jaywalk properly.

he's rather blown away by the audacity of the request, and even stops to stare at her like she's a bit off in the head. frankly, the girl very well might be. she's breaking into the brewery for no particular reason, apparently, teasingly announcing interest in committing more crime, and then she's inviting herself into the car of a stranger. not a real strong sense of self preservation, this one.

he should tell her no. it's not appropriate, to have a strange man drive a young girl home. even if she is a delinquent that would probably break into the brewery again if he just left her behind. that's not really what makes him say yes, though. it's the way she behaves, the spark of unexpected in everything he's already memorized. he'd never have expected her to invite herself to a ride, and something compels him to follow her lead. )

Get in. ( he suggests it, then lifts his brows and watches her with pale eyes, almost like he's daring her to brave it. definitely not the sort of stranger you should take rides from, Emma — even though he'd pretty convincingly played the part of harmless even a second ago. in the flash of the moment, there's a glimmer of something a little more lively. )

[It's definitely not appropriate. She doesn't know him. She tried to steal from his work. He's an older, handsome man who can both play dumb and give her a look that makes her shiver. She has no idea what his name is and yet--

It's Storybrooke. If there's one thing she's learned here, in a town of two stoplights and main street that closes at six every night and white picket fences with their 2.5 kids, it's that there's not much danger lurking around this small town. The most hostile anyone's been is the Mayor who glares at her from across the street and makes snide comments about her parents. Well her foster dad. Apparently she loves Kathryn and that just baffles Emma to be honest.

David tells her that Regina is like that with most everyone. To which Emma asked why everyone keeps voting for her. And he didn't have a good answer.

She helps herself to the passenger side of the car, even puts her seatbelt on like a good citizen.]

My name's Emma. By the way.

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