Raul had been in and out of sleep that all of that morning. The night before had been a nightmare - finding someone that didn't want to be found was a huge annoyance. The killer, whoever they were, was damn good at covering their tracks and being as though they were a ghost to the world. Raul wasn't happy about that at all.
After realizing he wasn't going to get any sleep, he'd taken a cold shower and made himself several mugs of coffee. He would have to make a few calls and see if he could get a lead. That made him feel like a cop... he hated it. But alas, nobody had any information, nothing, and if he didn't get something soon, he would be behind bars for a very long time.
After lazing about in nothing but a towel, he slipped on some casual clothes to head out for some air. Rather than his smart wear, he pulled on a tight t-shirt, some jogging bottoms, sneakers and a pair of aviator-stlye sunglasses. After taking the elevator and reaching the entrance, however, he noticed a head of fiery hair and stopped dead in his tracks for a moment. "This my birthday delivery?" he joked, waiting for her to turn around.
Post by Kristian Chase on Jul 3, 2009 15:08:37 GMT -6
Kristen turned around, her mouth gaping open as she looked up at him through her buggy sunglasses.
Suddenly she felt self concious and stood up, brushing off the rear of her white pants and clearing her throat, "No actually I just... I was..." She didnt know what to say before she looked up at him again and that smirk completely captivated her all over again...
"I was out shopping." She said showing her bags, "I wasnt looking for you..." She shook her head, knowing that was the wrong thing to say, "Actually, I had wondered where you'd dissapeared to..."
Raul peered over his sunglasses for a moment and gave a 'hm' of curiosity. He wasn't going to say it, but she had been the last thing on his mind since the FBI raided his apartment and dragged him in for interrogation, and he had figured she felt the same way about him. But the way she said 'I wasn't look for you' made him think otherwise.
"I've been very busy... some... legal issues" he explained with a shrug, pushing his sunglasses back up his nose. He paused mid sentence before thumbing over his shoulder toward the door he had come through " Do you... want a coffee or something?" The Spaniard asked. He had a tight schedule right now, but he felt like she had something to say to him.
Last Edit: Jul 3, 2009 15:16:59 GMT -6 by Raul Peña
Post by Kristian Chase on Jul 3, 2009 15:24:03 GMT -6
"Yeah I know." Kristen said flattly. She shifted the bag on her shoulder. "I heard all about it from some guy name Rios all while he aimed a gun at me and took me to some place he called a safe house. Thanks a lot by the way."
She flipped her hair over her shoulder and looked past him into the house. "Okay..."
Raul titled his head to one side. He hadn't heard about this, Rios getting himself involved, and especially aiming a gun at her, although that part wasn't a surprise. Raul sighed and nodded, he wasn't going to discuss this on the street. "Follow me" he said simply and pulled the door open to head back into the building and for the elevator.
Poking the call button, he paused and turned behind him. " I didn't mean for you to get involved" he commented as the elevator doors slid open.
Post by Kristian Chase on Jul 3, 2009 15:33:32 GMT -6
Kristen hadnt expected that reaction. She followed, her arms folded as she looked around. Without a few drinks she was pretty awkward around men she was attracted to. The only thing she was secure in was her sexuality. Other than that she had pretty low self esteem.
"Why am I involved? What's going on?" She watched him carefully, part of him wanting to tell her something about how she got involved because he found himsef caring about her and wanted to see her again or some romance novel excuse...
Raul stepped into the elevator and ushered her in along side him, swiftly pressing the button to go up. Silence took over the lift for a few moments before he finally spoke. " I'm screwed" he explained simply, slipping his sunglasses off to look at her properly "I've been set up for something I didn't do... they don't have much evidence yet, and that's where you come in".
When they reached the right floor and the doors opened, he left the elevator in silence once more. " They must have been tailing me for some time... that day at the school" he stopped it there. The FBI probably thought she had some dirt on him, and Rios thought she would rat him out. Rats always get exterminated...
Post by Kristian Chase on Jul 3, 2009 15:47:46 GMT -6
Kristen didnt understand, "The FBI's doing this? Arnt they supposed to be the good guys?" Shaking her head, she glanced up at him, "Why would... that day have any significance? You were just at a private school having a meeting with a principal. Whats so illigal about that?"
Raul opened the door to his apartment and walked in with a sigh. "Look... I'm as confused as you are, OK?" he said, not really wanting to admit it, but having no other choice. He headed for a sofa and sat down, running a hand through his hair.
" All I know, is some fuckwit set me up. I don't have much time" he explained, putting his face in his hands. He was hoping to forget about the problem during his walk, but running into Kristen had brought it all back up again. It was time to face the music.
Raul felt her hand on his shoulder and it instantly brought him out of the state he was in. Massaging his temples for a brief few seconds, he stood up. "No." he said simply, possibly sounding a little harsh, but he was never one to beg for help from anyone "... I'll go make that coffee, make yourself at home.".
The Spaniard headed toward the kitchen area, it wasn't too far from the lounge, and wasn't separated by a wall, and so he was still in sight. Turning his back to her, he started making the coffee and urged a change of subject. "So... what have you been doing with yourself?" he asked, trying to sound sincere.
Post by Kristian Chase on Jul 3, 2009 16:07:58 GMT -6
Kristen took her hand off his shoulder when he stood up and watched him with a frown. She felt stupid for thinking she could do anything to help him, and she sighed and eaned forward to tuck the loose hair from her poneytail behind her ears.
She heard him speak and tried to change the mood as well, "Its just summer vacation right now so not much. My friends and I go out to parties and stuff..." shifting where she sat, she wondered if she should follow him or if he wanted her to wait where she sat...
Raul wanted to do this on his own, he didn't want to rely on anyone to get him out of the shit any more. But for now, he wanted to leave that topic to another day. "Parties, huh? Why wasn't I invited?" he joked, finishing up two mugs of coffee. He didn't bother even asking how she liked it, he thought it would make him feel like a fucking house-maid, and he'd hate that. Heading from the kitchen, he approached the sofas and offered her the coffee.
Post by Kristian Chase on Jul 3, 2009 16:35:09 GMT -6
"You didnt leave your number." She said flatly, arching an eyebrow. She wouldnt admit it but she was a little sore at all the guys she'd slept with lately. None of them had the decency to atleast ask her out afterwards. But maybe she was old fashions.
"Thank you." She said more quitely while she took the cup and sipped it. She actually wasnt picky. "How about you? Other than the FBI trauma that is..."