⇝ Dᴇᴀᴅ ᴀɴᴅ Dᴇᴀᴅʟʏ ⇜ -ᴛᴏʀɴ x ᴀʀᴀʙᴍᴏʀɢᴀɴ

[arabmorgan]

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{ female } { single } { 21 years } { the cold-hearted spy }

Serene's lips lifted in a slight smile, her eyes amused. "All right, you'll get your wish," she said dryly. "One round of question and answer, coming right up in about an hour." She picked at her stew slowly, enjoying the unfamiliar yet delicious taste, wondering what sort of questions she'd be asked later. He'll see that I give as good as I get, she thought, studying Zeke as she took a bite of pie, trying to come up with embarrassing questions she could justify having to know.

"Would you move here? To live, I mean," Serene suddenly asked rather randomly after a while of silence. Their plates were almost empty, and it was just something that came to her mind. "I think about this a lot," she explained with a grin. "Every city I go to, every house I live in, I think, would I give up everything to live here? The stress, the adventure, the danger, for a life of peace? I've never found an answer." She shrugged matter-of-factly, looking out at the city.

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Zeke rolled his eyes, a tad exasperated on how he would have to wait. "Meany." He mumbled into his cup before starting to finish his food. Overall, the entire course was filling and extremely delicious. If only they had this back in the States, he would go there most of the time. As they ate in silence, Zeke started to figure out what questions he should ask. There was the obvious family situation one, then probably relationships. Perhaps toss in the famous, favorite color question.

"Pardon?" Zeke asked, glancing up from his plate when Serene spoke up. His mind had been elsewhere and the slight warming of his ears seemed to remind him. After listening to her for a bit, Zeke lifted a muscled shoulder in a shrug. "Personally, I don't think I could. Even if I wanted to. I'll always act, live and breathe the way I would have before. Even with my mom I can't seem to actually calm down and not glance towards the windows every five minutes, making sure some Feds don't show up with shotguns in their hands." He crossed his arms over his chest as he leaned back in the chair. "I suppose though that it'd be easier for you. It's not like you have a list of people wanting you dead." Zeke commented vaguely, pushing away his empty plate with a fingertip.

[arabmorgan]

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{ female } { single } { 21 years } { the cold-hearted spy }

Serene grinned at Zeke's unexpectedly childish response; it made him that much cuter, giving him a nice balance between manly and boyish. "You don't expect me to spill my deepest, darkest secrets out here in the open, do you?" she retorted, her tone somewhat playful. "At least wait till we get back to the house." Gulping down the last of her drink, she smirked and nodded towards their rented car, showing she was ready to go. His response to her other question had made her thoughtful, but not dampened her mood.

"We'll, you're just paranoid," she said half-jokingly. "Then again, if people want you dead you're not doing your job. They should be dead, not wanting you dead. That's the good thing about staying out of the circle of violence; there's a lot of anger but less killing intent over a bunch of stolen papers." She waited for the car door to be unlocked before getting in, stretching and promptly removing her heels, because goodness knows they were killing her feet. "Don't mind me," she said sweetly. "It's a woman thing, you wouldn't understand."

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Zeke put on a slightly pouted face, even though a smirk broke through at her playful retort. "Funny, I thought that if I did my job right I should have people trying to kill me. If not, then I'm not showing them I'm a force to be reckoned with." Zeke replied with a small smirk, catching her small nod he got up from his chair and adjusted his jacket. He walked over towards the car and unlocked it with a press of the button, getting into the drivers seat. As he started the car, Zeke watched with a lifted eyebrow as she took off her heels.

"If they hurt so much, why do you wear them?" Zeke questioned, clearly puzzled as he pulled out into the street and then glanced into the rear view mirror. A dark black S.U.V seemed to trail behind him, making the assassin's eyes narrow in displeasure. "Seriously, first day here and we already have a follower." Zeke muttered more to himself then to Serene. Instead of pushing on the pedal, Zeke pulled up to a slight stop at the stop sigh; signalling one direction before turning the other. He glanced back into the mirror, still seeing the dark car behind them. So, he continued to drive around like an idiot, taking a few alley routes before he finally drove them into a small corner where their truck couldn't fit through. "Idiots."

[arabmorgan]

s e r e n e
{ female } { single } { 21 years } { the cold-hearted spy }

Serene grimaced at Zeke's question. "Vanity, every woman's downfall," she said, smiling at his confusion. She raised an eyebrow when his mood changed, following his eyes to the rearview mirror and black car reflected in it. "Great, a tail," she muttered, slumping in her seat slightly. "Now we have to change our vehicle." She wasn't expecting to be suspected so quickly, to be honest, and it was throwing a wrench in her plans. She would have to be even more cautious at work the following day.

It seemed to take an age to lose the tail, leaving Serene with a strong feeling of unease. She just hoped they hadn't gotten a good look at her face or Zeke's. "Let's hurry back," she said tersely, her fingers drumming on her lap nervously. "You'll have to return this car tomorrow, otherwise they'll recognize it. They probably won't use the same car again either." She frowned, looking into the mirrors once again, but there was no sign of a black S.U.V.

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Zeke nodded at her terse reply, taking a slightly longer way back to the cabin before pulling up in the small driveway. Zeke got out and shut the car door a bit harder then he wanted to. But still, he was irritated that they had already gotten informants of their arrival. True, he hadn't known if they were for or against them, but anyone trailing their car would be hard to put up with. "Hopefully it wasn't someone from your agency to monitor us." He muttered once inside the cabin, a few of his guns laid out on the table as he checked them out.

Zeke's able hands worked over the various pistols and shotguns, knowing that he'll have to hid them around the house after a bit. Glancing over his shoulder, Zeke looked at Serene. "I'll bring the car back in the morning after breakfast." He promised.

[arabmorgan]

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{ female } { single } { 21 years } { the cold-hearted spy }

Serene got out of the car too, still tense and on high alert. "I dunno," she replied shortly. "It's only been a day, what would they expect us to accomplish? It's not mine." She shook her head with a frown and followed Zeke into the cabin, patting her jacket for her handgun. She lingered by the window for a while, strangely reassured by the pistol in her hand, as Zeke laid out a rather impressive array of guns on the table. "I suppose you have additional hands hidden somewhere to use all those at the same time?" she said with a small laugh; Serene herself had only brought three, and she felt safe enough. At least, she'd always felt safe with three on solo missions.

"That would be great," she replied to his statement about the car. "We'll probably be traced again eventually, but we'll deal with that when we come to it." She sighed, tapping her foot on the floor impatiently, wanting to do something but not knowing what. Eventually, she settled for going around the small house and peering out of each window suspiciously; she was too keyed up to sit down and relax now. A single mistake could cost them the mission or even their lives.

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Zeke snorted a bit at her comment about his array of weapons, laid out atop of the table. "No. These are just for us. I figured you would bring a small amount and we have to place these around the cabin. Just in case." He replied, glancing over his shoulder as she walked around and peered out of windows. "This is your first field work, right? I mean, other then just scouting and whatnot." Zeke laid down a shotgun and turned so that he was leaning up against the table with his arms over his chest.

He could see why she was so frazzled, but to him it was wiser to act as if they were barely fazed by someone following them. He took off his jacket, hung it up and walked over to Serene; giving the shade a quick flick of this wrist so that it was shut. "Remember, we are supposed to be a honey-mooning couple. Couples like that don't peek out windows with guns in their hands." Zeke commented with slight amusement in his voice.

[arabmorgan]

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{ female } { single } { 21 years } { the cold-hearted spy }

Serene hesitated before answering, "Well, yeah. First time with a partner in the field, I mean. But I see what you mean, it's kinda handy to have guns everywhere." She couldn't help but laugh at his next comment though. "I wasn't peeking!" she retorted indignantly. "You make it sound so ridiculous, but at the same time you make so much sense. I'm kinda glad I got stuck with you here." She smiled, moving away from the windows and over to the couch.

"Okay, husband, how about that question and answer?" Serene grinned, plopping down on the couch and crossing her legs on the seat comfortably. With Zeke so calm and collected, the edginess had drained out of her; at that moment, she decided she liked dependable men. Actually, what woman didn't like dependable men? She gazed at him expectantly, waiting for the first question.

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Zeke smirked as she laughed before retorting almost primly. "Heh, thanks." Zeke replied, following her towards the couch. For her to call him husband again, this time without his consent; it made him laugh. So, the young man sat down onto the couch across from her with a single arm draped over the back with the other resting on his leg.

"Let's start with the basics, so...what's your family situation like?" He asked, almost hesitant. They hadn't really put up boundaries yet, so he was hoping that he hadn't just violated her personal space. Zeke squirmed a bit in his place till he rested so that he was leaning back into the couch. It was comfortable, but the position at hand made it slightly odd.