⇝ Dᴇᴀᴅ ᴀɴᴅ Dᴇᴀᴅʟʏ ⇜ -ᴛᴏʀɴ x ᴀʀᴀʙᴍᴏʀɢᴀɴ

[arabmorgan]

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

Serene raised an eyebrow at Zeke's sudden change of tone, her brain fumbling for a moment before she formulated a response. "Well, we could check out our surroundings, weak spots and possible hiding places, that sort of thing," she responded somewhat coolly, although she couldn't help but brighten after a moment. "And then we can go eat, that's my wish for the day, dear husband." She smiled deviously, quite sure he hadn't expected that. "Honestly though, I'm starved, I didn't have breakfast," she reminded him. "Let's go enjoy the beauty of nature first."

Beckoning to him, she walked out of the cabin and into the light of the morning sun; the carpark was directly in front, with the lush grass and hills to the back. Serene jumped lightly down a small slope and walked a few feet away before turning to survey the house from a slight distance. If we draw the curtains at night, no one should be able to look in, she thought. There wasn't much cover in the form of trees or bushes either, so no threat of anything hiding there.

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As Serene seemed to grope for a response, Zeke smirked slightly. Seeing the so far prim woman even slightly flustered made his lips curl up into a soft smile. However, her own response had left it so that he was slightly groping. No doubt she was trying to keep things light, which he didn't mind. At the mention of food, his stomach rumbled appreciatively. "Fine, but you better enjoy it fast. My stomach is about to eat in on it's self." He commented, following her small beckoning call after snatching his jacket off the hook.

When Serene started down a hill, Zeke followed after her downwards with his hands in his pockets. "I'm impressed. Normally hot-; I mean motels, are pretty insecure. But this isn't half bad." The young man glanced over his shoulder towards the upper part of the hill. He wasn't lying, for anyone to sneak up they would have to be pretty planned out. There would be no cover for them, seeing as it was a slight clearing and they would have to come from the back of the house. "Ok, we enjoyed nature. Now let's go enjoy food." Zeke said, capturing her hand in his own and gently tugging her up the hill towards the door of the cabin.

[arabmorgan]

{ goodness, they're actually in Ireland but somehow I kept thinking Switzerland...mental re-flight xD }

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

Serene couldn't help a tiny smile as Zeke grabbed and pulled her away; it was kind of nice to be taken care of for once, even if it was just for show. She dug in her bag for her pistol, slipping it into the inner pocket of her coat, then grabbed her handbag for a hairbrush. With a few quick strokes of the brush through her long hair and twisting it in a loose braid, she pronounced herself ready to go; her hair was really getting quite ridiculously long, it was due for a trim soon. "I'm ready to explore if you are," she said cheerfully, stepping to Zeke's side and surprising herself by entwining his fingers with her own.

The weather was lovely and cool on the outskirts of Dublin where their motel was situated, closer to the minister's own private property where Serene would be working. It was just a short trip to the city in their rented car though, and she enjoyed the sights flashing past her as they went. "Let's try some of the local food," she suggested. "After this, it might be fast food all the way." She winced at memories of being holed up trying to work out plans and backup plans and backup plans of backup plans, with barely enough time to eat as it was.

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{ haha, it'd be helpful to remember that. X3


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While Serene was inside the cabin, Zeke waited near the door with his arms crossed over his chest. His eyes followed her slender form towards the bedroom where she appeared to fix her hair and she must have grabbed a weapon, because when he looked her over he noticed a small bit of the holster when she intertwined her fingers with his own; and he instinctively gave her hand a small squeeze. Watch yourself, don't want to get to involved with those who are close. Zeke automatically reprimanded himself and he let his hold loosen while they were outside of the cabin.

"Sounds like a plan to me. Have any suggestions? I figured that you might know your way around more then I would." Zeke commented. He hadn't been outside the United States for a while. Zeke found that missions outside of those bounds seemed to land him in trouble, seeing as his last trip had him landed in the hands of a few terrorist that had the mind to kill him on the spot. Zeke glanced over at her while he drove, keeping a hand on the wheel while the other was still latched onto her slightly pale hand.

[arabmorgan]

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

"Hmm, I haven't been to Ireland before though," Serene said thoughtfully, still looking out of the window. "Let's find some...traditional looking cafe. I've found that usually works if you want local food. There're restaurants, of course, but it's so nice to sit outside and enjoy the view, especially now that the weather is so nice." She shot him a smile; it was kind of easy at times like these to forget that they were on a mission. Not that she actually felt like half of a couple, but it did feel like a vacation of sorts, which she never felt while travelling alone.

"So, most of your work is local?" she asked, seeing the look on his face. "Or did you have bad experiences overseas before? Honestly, a lot of my overseas trips were as security detail, snooping around the meeting place beforehand, checking for possible sniper hideouts. None as crucial or unsupervised as this; you know if we get caught they're gonna leave us for dead? They aren't going to say 'yeah, we sent our spies to steal your stuff but we're sorry, so please return them'." Her laugh was slightly resigned, and held no amusement in it.

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Zeke responded with a nod, glancing about for a good looking cafe. At her small smile in his direction the moment he glanced her way, Zeke flashed a half smile before returning his direction towards the road. "Well, local as in most of the US." At her questioning of bad experiences, Zeke laughed a bit. "Heh, you could say that. I once had to take out this guy that was apparently some sort of terrorist. I didn't know that until I actually was in front of him with my hands behind by back and a gun pointed at my forehead." He smirked, despite the direness of the situation he had been in as he pulled up to park at some quaint looking cafe.

Getting out of the car, Zeke walked over and opened the door for her and continued on. "Let's just say I didn't leave the States till now. Settling turf wars are so much easier when they are just in places like L.A. Not to mention you can actually understand what they are shouting at you." The young man headed towards the door of the cafe and stepped inside. Immediately, smells of coffee and pastries met his nose almost overwhelming his senses. Wow that smells good.

[arabmorgan]

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

"A terrorist?" Serene laughed. "That must have been a difficult one to take out. I live my life with fewer confrontations, thankfully. I'm all about the quiet espionage; it isn't pretty if I get discovered though." She was pleasantly surprised when Zeke opened her door for her, and she followed him into the cafe, her smile widening at the lovely scent of brewing stew and various pastries. "You don't get the authentic food like this back home though, but I know what you mean. Nothing beats home." She gave a happy sigh, looking up the menu above the wooden counter and seeing that it was in English.

After a few moments of pondering, she placed her order. "One Irish stew, one slice of that macadamia nut pie and a coffee please, with milk," she said, stepping to the side so Zeke could take her place. She rummaged through her handbag for her purse, pulling out a few notes and handing it to the lady at the counter. She hoped it was the right amount; figuring out foreign currency was one thing she hated and was seriously slow at. It was even worse with coins and gave her a headache.

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Zeke chuckled, slightly nodding along as she spoke. However, his mind was on filling his stomach at the moment. Not to be rude, but he was slightly single minded when his stomach was empty. As she placed her order, Zeke glanced up at the menu before placing an order of his own. "I'll have an Irish stew, a bun and a black coffee please." While the guy took his order, Zeke took out the appropriate amount and put it onto the counter before looking back towards Serene.

"Where do you want to sit?" He asked her with a lifted eyebrow, though a smile lifted his lips. He had no trouble with concurrences, it was more of the languages that seemed to bother him the most. Not matter how hard he tried, he couldn't learn a single darned language. Hopefully if they got into trouble then Serene would know more then he did about that particular part.

[arabmorgan]

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

Serene shrugged. "Outside?" she suggested brightly. "The weather's lovely, and it's great to eat in the open." After being assured that the food would be sent out to them, she to Zeke's hand and led the way outside. There was a little tinkle from a bell above the door when she pushed it open, her eyes sweeping the scene with a glance. There was already an elderly man with a newspaper and coffee at one of the ornate metal tables, so she sat two tables down from him, nearer to the street.

When their food arrived, the sidewalks were almost filled with people and cars were zooming by swiftly; it was the start of the rush hour. Serene leaned forward, sipping at her stew and taking in the almost-familiar scene. "How's the bun?" she asked quite randomly, before offering Zeke a bite of pie as well. There was a moment of comfortable silence before she spoke again. "Anything you have to do after this?"

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Zeke smirked as he was lead outside with Serene, his hand taken into hers. When she picked a table, Zeke glanced around a bit before settling himself down across from her, making a bit of small talk about the weather before their food arrived.

"Delicious." Zeke said, taking his fork and using it to spear a small piece of her pie. "Wow, this is pretty good. Kinda sucks that they don't have this at home." He commented, after taking a sip of his coffee. At her inquiry, Zeke ran a few things through his head that will have to get done at some point, but he would prefer to spend today getting to know his partner. "A few things have to be done back at the cabin, but other then that I think we should just get to know each other better. All I really got from you is that you don't like to sleep on planes, you mainly scout around, and your name. Which is all work related." He cocked an eyebrow from over the top of his coffee cup, fixing her with a slight stare. "So I want to get to know the unprofessional Serene."