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Cara ([personal profile] wrongkindofsith) wrote2011-10-01 01:43 pm
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Room 418, Friday Evening

Like usual, Cara had avoided the picnic. Instead she went running in the preserve until she was almost too tired to lift her feet enough to climb the stairs back up to her room.

Unlike usual, she locked the door behind her before she pulled off her boots and gloves, and started unlacing her leathers. It was hardly a secure barricade, but at least it would prevent a repeat of any unwelcome surprises.

[ooc: for two.]
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[identity profile] not-objective.livejournal.com 2011-10-01 03:08 pm (UTC)(link)
Richard blinked, Cara hadn't even been this nakedly angry when she was actively trying to kill him.
wrongkindofsith: (Cannot cope. Off to Mordor.)

[personal profile] wrongkindofsith 2011-10-01 03:15 pm (UTC)(link)
Unable to stand being in the room any longer, Cara shoved past him, heading for the door. "You and Kahlan can have the bed. I'll find somewhere else to sleep."

[identity profile] not-objective.livejournal.com 2011-10-01 03:19 pm (UTC)(link)
"Cara, wait." This was not going the way Richard had planned.
wrongkindofsith: (I am ready for funtimez)

[personal profile] wrongkindofsith 2011-10-01 03:43 pm (UTC)(link)
Cara paused in the doorway. "Is that an order?"

[identity profile] not-objective.livejournal.com 2011-10-01 03:56 pm (UTC)(link)
They both knew she'd stay if he made it one, regardless of what she wanted. "No, it's not."
wrongkindofsith: (Your mouth moves and nonsense comes out)

[personal profile] wrongkindofsith 2011-10-01 04:00 pm (UTC)(link)
"Then I'm going." Luckily, it was still warm enough to sleep in the preserve. Barely.

[identity profile] not-objective.livejournal.com 2011-10-01 04:01 pm (UTC)(link)
Once the door closed behind her, Richard rubbed his palm down his face, that did not go at all well.
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