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the vampire diaries: rebekah mikaelson

[OPEN/EVENT] But if you wanna get a piece of this heart of mine;

Who: ~~Rebekah Mikaelson~~ Rachel Michaels & you!
Where: Throughout Storybrooke.
When: October 24th - 28th
Rating: R for reasons. Also raccoons.
Summary: Romancing rodents and reliving high school politics.
The Story:

Thanks to being a wealthy trust-fund brat and having no career of her own, Rachel Michaels' life is often considered to be one of leisure, though she's taken it upon herself to manage the family's finances as well as keep their household running and in working order. Every morning starts out about the same, with her checking in on the housekeeping staff before marching her way up to her brother's room to throw his curtains open and demand that he pull himself out of bed before noon, preferably to go out and find himself a job or contribute to society in some way. Most mornings, she's met with disappointment, but she still holds out hope.

Afternoons are slightly less routine, though she regularly meets with friends from high school for lunch, intent on catching up on the latest theater gossip from Regan or subtly poking her nose into Caroline White's marriage, perhaps with some ulterior motive. With or without company, she can be bumped into at the local coffee shop or out running errands in town throughout the day, or found at the mansion anywhere in between.

In the evenings, she'll be at The Rabbit Hole. All things considered, it's probably a few steps below her usual tastes, but there aren't many choices when it comes to drinking establishments in Storybrooke, and she considers it to still be a notch above The Fish Hook. Though she's not a heavy drinker herself, there's always something very telling about a pretty girl sitting on her own at the bar -- she's waiting for someone, though who that someone is, she can't say. For all of the successful matches she's made among friends over the years, she's never been able to find someone for herself, or at least never had a relationship a man of any length that didn't end in disaster. A few ex-boyfriends may have even disappeared without explanation after she'd been seeing them a short while, leaving her with something of a reputation. Still, reputation aside, she has to hope that one of these days she'll get lucky.

Once people's memories return, Rebekah won't have much reason to leave the 'Michaels' family home. Unlike many others, there's no doubt in her mind as to which memories are real, though to some degree she finds herself disappointed. She'd been given the opportunity to be human for a short amount of time without even realizing, utterly unable to use it to the best of her ability and enjoy it for all that it's worth.

In retrospect, spending any number of years living as a human in this place seems dull and somewhat exhausting, but she'd like to think that's merely the dysphoria talking. The life she'd had here, supposedly, wasn't all that different from what she's said she's always wanted for herself -- though it had been distinctly lacking in companionship, and that troubles her. In addition, there's no telling if their being here is permanent. How long will she have to suffer the effects of actions taken by her other self?

For anyone who would like to speak to her once memories have returned, she can be found at the mansion, though she may wander out and peruse the town with fresh eyes on the 28th.

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Nah. I usually go to Seamus's. He keeps a tab for me.

[A tab that is probably mostly for show that he never intends to pay off, but what are friends for if not to provide on the house beverages for their broke alcoholic friends.] But if it's that easy, I might actually have to start.

[He's gonna head in the direction of the jewelry store now, hands in the pockets of his jeans in an effort to look casual and not like someone about to rob a place.] People in this town are suckers and losers, mostly. They don't expect nothin' bad to happen to 'em, so they get careless. It's high time someone took advantage of that.

The sort that never gets paid, I'd wager.

[Her smile hitches up a bit higher on one side, amused. The perks of having likeminded friends, she imagines, not that she'd know much of anything about that.

She follows alongside him, each step more confident than the last as she grows more and more at ease with what they're about to do. She spots the jewelry shop in the distance and wonders, vaguely, if that's the target-- he hasn't said as much, but it would easily be the most impressive of the other storefronts available.]

And that someone is you. [Observation, of course-- as though she could criticize that.] You're right about one thing; this place is so lifeless that people expect every day to be the same, that nothing can change and they'll be able to go about their lives as always. All things considered, a bit of theft might do them some good-- shake them up a little. It's certainly not the worst that could happen, though around here, perhaps it is.

[Storybrooke is on the dull side, after all.]

We're friends. It ain't like he's gonna knock down my door like Gold does on the first o' the month.

[Hahaha. He's so funny. But she hits the nail on the head and his pace slows a bit, as much to look subtle as it is because she's vocalizing what he's been feeling, himself, the last couple of days.]

Let the Sheriff earn that fancy paycheck of his. [He's pretty sure the mayor gives him bonuses, if you know what he means. He ducks into the alley behind the store to reach the backdoor.] Don't worry. I've been pickin' locks since I was a kid. This is the easy part.

[He pats his pockets and frowns, shooting her a sheepish look. For all his feigned confidence, it's hard to remember that he used to have none at all, except in this moment.] Uh... You got a hairpin on you?

His workload does seem rather light, doesn't it.

[Well, well. Already, she's contributing. She gives him a knowing smile before reaching into her purse and effortlessly making the desired object appear, handing the hairpin over before fixing her gaze on the lock.]

Is that really all it takes?

Yeah, if the lock's simple enough. [He sticks his tongue out as he concentrates on wiggling the hairpin in the lock to click everything in place.] And people around here? They don't expect a break-in.

[The door swings open, the light from the streetlamp illuminating the store a bit and casting shadows across the cases.]

The old man who runs this place don't even keep a camera in. Hell, I cased this joint a hundred times and sometimes he doesn't even remember to lock the cases. But... [He picks up the little bell on the counter as he passes by it.] I dunno. Wanton destruction seems like fun, y'know?

[And he's just gonna smash the bell into the nearest case. Aw yeah. HE'S INVINCIBLE. HE CAN DO ANYTHING. THE SHERIFF IS PROBABLY FUCKING THE MAYOR RIGHT NOW. He hands Rachel the bell.] Give it a shot. It'll make you feel alive. Fuck the risks. If we get caught, we get caught, but we ain't gonna get caught, 'cause everyone in this town's standin' still, but we? We're movin' forward. Progress.

[She smiles to herself as she follows him inside without hesitation. Everyone in town has always been terrified of Mr. Gold, and breaking into his place would have taken a bit more courage than what either of them seemed to possess at the moment, but this place? A jewelry store owned by a little old man who couldn't even remember to lock the door after himself every night?

He was probably asking for it. It was an open invitation.

She grins as he smashes the bell against the nearest case, accepting it when offered and making her way to the next case over, one with an impressive array of earrings on display.]

Are you going to steal me something pretty?

[She could steal it for herself, but it wouldn't quite have the same sentiment. That grin hitches wider as she follows his lead and smashes the bell into the glass case, causing the glass to shatter. Incredibly fragile for being expected to guard something so valuable, she think.s

Everyone in this town's standin' still, but we? We're movin' forward.]

Progress. [She looks self-satisfied as she echoes him.] Fortunately for us, you chose now to get brave enough to act.

[After how many months of casing the place, Cooper?]

[A lot of months. Possibly his whole life, if he wanted to get really poetical about it (it wouldn't be inaccurate either- by storybrooke law, he probably was casing this place every day for twenty-eight years, not having the confidence to do something so simple).

He grins, sticking his hand in the busted case to produce a pair of ostentatious but very sparkly earrings, as if the sparkle themselves were what drew him. He always did have an eye for things that were a little on the shiny side.] Only the prettiest.

[He dangles them in front of her, his body only barely a hairsbreadth away from hers. It's the sort of gesture that looks like the precursor to something and it doesn't really hit him immediately. She's a girl. He's a guy. He's holding up some shiny earrings. What is sexual tension.]

[She smiles broadly, pleased. It doesn't matter if they're her style or not -- though ostentatious certainly is, from time to time -- it's the sentiment behind them that makes an impression, and she leans in to get a closer look at them before immediately shifting her gaze, locking eyes with him as she finds that they've suddenly become incredibly close.]

Good pick. You've excellent taste.

[In company as well as jewelry, apparently, because she leans in to close the distance between them, raising a hand to tangle her fingers in his hair as she kisses him soundly, lips parted.

He was right. Girls did love bad boys.]

[He freezes against her lips for a second as if somewhere he has completely forgotten what one does in this situation before it hits them that in all his hazy memories, he has no idea how this is supposed to go. The awkward moment of shock- easily brushed off as surprise and possible concern that if this goes too far, they might get caught in a compromising position, but that risk only makes the idea more thrilling and somehow gives him the incentive to return the kiss. He's not bad. Probably not exceptionally good either, but it's clear he's relying on all instinct, rather than any actual skill.

What he lacks in one department, he makes up for in others. With deft hands, he wraps one arm around her waist and uses the other to rest the sparkly earrings on an unbroken section of counter, before reaching back to run his fingers through her hair (now that's a perk of tactile sensitivity he never considered before), and moves her away from the broken glass.

[It doesn't seem to matter how good he is or isn't-- instinct in itself is raw, exciting, and the idea that they could be happened upon at any time should the shopowner finally catch wise and realize he should be using a little more than a standard lock is more exciting than anything else.

Clearly, the more criminal something had the potential to be, the better.

She lets the earrings get set aside, allowing him to steer her away from the glass as she opens her mouth beneath his, encouraging the kiss to become something more despite the fact that they were more or less strangers, in an entirely inopportune place for such things and yet--

And yet all of a sudden, that seems to be the entire point.]

[There's still cases that lie unbroken, and some sense of romance or possibly a need to find somewhere that isn't covered in broken glass stirs Cooper to steer her that way, lifting her up onto it with ease, only breaking the kiss momentarily, because he's a bit shorter than expected.

In hindsight, this was a terrible idea.

It does, however, give him a nice, glass-free place to start working his way around her clothes and giving some attention to her neck and chest. No one doubt his improvisational skills. He was totally going for this.]

[There's something about the height discrepancy that she finds terribly amusing, and she laughs softly as she settles herself on the counter, tangling her fingers in his hair to spur him onward, encouraging him to do all the daring he'd like.]

Do all your heists go this way?

[Her voice is teasing, even as she moves to start unfastening the buttons marching down his shirt. Let's get moving on this.]

Yeah...

[He drawls it out a bit, awkwardly, a sheepish smile on his face as he moves his hands enough to shrug out of his shirt, all the better to ease her out of hers.] I mean... This was the first real one I ever pulled, but everyone's got a good idea how it oughta go.

[He cants his head.] Gotta say... This is actually better than expected.

This is the first?

[For some reason, that seems important enough to halt everything else for half a moment. She'd known he'd been casing this place for awhile, but the first? The very first?

Sort of weakens the whole criminal element that makes him so attractive in the first place, or has the potential to-- but it's possible that he's just so naturally predisposed towards it that she doesn't care. The shiny hasn't worn off, and she smirks as she helps him out of his shirt, tossing it aside.]

Well then. I'd say it's going very well.

[He freezes in place, hands knotted in the fabric of her blouse as if he's expecting her to shove him away because he is not an experienced con and is, in fact, a massive chickenshit who only recently grew a pair to make a move.

And secretly he's impressed he managed enough bullshit to convince her he was actually impressive as fuck. Why did he have to get all honest? He could have built himself up so much better.

But they resume the clothes tearing and he manages a boyish smirk of victory.]

You think so? [yep that blouse is going away now. bye blouse. it was nice knowing you.]

[Recently growing a pair is far better than not having one at all. He's still just criminal enough to be alluring.]

Well, just look at the evidence--

[She smirks right back at him, even as that blouse meets a violent end, and leans in to kiss him as she starts tugging at his shirt, popping a number of buttons off it in the process. Whoops.]

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