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Kara "Starbuck" Thrace ([personal profile] starbucker) wrote in [community profile] thelockbox2014-12-07 01:03 am

Kara Thrace


Kara Thrace。

" I'm in a different place now. I... I, I don't know how else to explain it to you, but I got out of that cell and it's like someone painted the world in different colors. And I look at you and I want to tear your eyes out just for looking at me. I just want to hurt someone and it might as well be you. So you should probably go before that happens."

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[personal profile] kickem 2014-12-07 12:38 pm (UTC)(link)
[Sometimes having an evening alone was a thing. A nice thing.

While Fraser's company wasn't anything Ray ever opposed (usually), the times they spent apart gave him a chance to recharge, linger at bars and mope. Sometimes drinking at bars alone was just better and far more relaxing than drinking at bars with a friend who drinks very little apart from tea, water and milk, and it saved Ray the embarrassment of his friend asking some dive bar landlord if they stocked chamomile. Fraser had paper work anyway, apparently and Ray had... well he had paper work too. A lot of it. But that didn't mean he'd ever actually get around to doing it, especially not when he's got an evening to himself.

Somehow he'd barely noticed the other blonde at the bar, transfixed as he was at staring into the depths of his pint glass and thinking about God knows what. He'd not set out with any attempts at wooing the ladies, and this wasn't exactly the type of bar he'd usually find a successful target to try and attach himself to. The concept of talking to anyone here had barely crossed his mind and so he'd registered her somewhere in the back of his mind, but that had been about it.

Hard to keep her out of his mind when she's approaching though, and it's her introduction that finally drags his head up from it's drooped position and his gaze towards her with a curious and perfectly interested raise of his eyebrows.

Chick. Talking to him. What a day for the record books this is.]


Uh, Ray. Hi Kara.

[Maybe a smile will totally make up for his failure at intros.]
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[personal profile] kickem 2014-12-07 05:21 pm (UTC)(link)
[It's just Ray's luck that the one woman who's shown interest in talking to him in God knows how long is suddenly pretty intent on punching his face in.

Ray wasn't expecting the fist hurtling towards his face, wasn't prepared enough to avoid it beyond the instinctual flinch that means she catches the side of his jaw rather than any of the vital areas like the nose. If that hadn't been enough to topple him off his seat, Kara hurtling as him certainly was. He hits the ground hard, winded and clueless, but aware enough that he's quickly trying to protect himself. His left arm comes across his face, trying to shield himself with his forearm as he turns away from the assault, while the right swings out, trying to smack away the offending hits and lash out blindly.

He doesn't do hitting women, but self-defence is self-defence.]


Get off me ya fuckin' crazy.

[Maybe she knew he was a cop and took offence to it. Maybe she's just a loon. Or maybe he really should stop coming to bars like this...]
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[personal profile] kickem 2014-12-07 10:14 pm (UTC)(link)
[The increase in frenzied hitting is enough that Ray's seriously considering grappling for his gun. This isn't just a few drunken punches or a bar room brawl, this is a woman who, for some bizarre reason, has taken a serious dislike to Ray.

He's glad for the help, if he's honest, and he's even more glad to see the ones dragging her off struggling just as much as he was when trying to defend himself.]


Hey. Hey! Chicago P.D!

[Dazedly scrambling to his feet as he grapples for his badge and flashing his gun.]

Cut it out or you'll be spending the next millennia in the slammer!
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[personal profile] kickem 2014-12-07 10:58 pm (UTC)(link)
[Normally he'd consider her some kind of crazy and be done with it. Maybe try and get her to some hospital or just let her go on her way. But this? This didn't seem like the usual. This was like she knew him, like he'd truly done something to have her lashing out, and while he's certain he's pissed off plenty in his time, he can't recall every pissing her off.

You don't understand what he did to me. Undoubtedly they won't. And he doesn't understand either.]


Lady, I don't know you.

[Hand curled around the butt of his gun that's still settled in his holster, wiping at his nose with the back of his other hand to test for bleeding. Seems his nose avoided the brunt of it, thank fuck, but his jaw, cheeks and temples are throbbing already.]

You gonna settle down or do I need to cuff ya?
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[personal profile] kickem 2014-12-07 11:41 pm (UTC)(link)
[With a sharp sniff, Ray's nodding the crowd away. Grateful as he is for their help, he's pretty sure his gun will do the trick just as well now. She could risk diving at him, but now his hand is at the firearm she also risks a bullet in her.]

Maybe. But those last lot of punches didn't jog my memory.

[He squares his shoulders right back at her, battered and bruised but trying to keep some of his pride.]

You wanna go, Thrace?
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[personal profile] kickem 2014-12-08 04:07 pm (UTC)(link)
Ladies first, I insist.

[His head jerks towards the rear exit, intent on not letting her get behind him or anywhere out of his vision. She doesn't fuck around, and while he can appreciate that, he also doesn't much like the chances of risking another attack.

At least this is the sort of bar where a girl and her fists and a guy and his gun are left alone to settle their differences without any further intervention.]


You try and jump me again and I swear I'll have you in on assault on an officer.
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[personal profile] kickem 2014-12-08 06:37 pm (UTC)(link)
[Ray doesn't take his attention off her, ready for the slightest sharp turn or twitch to warn him of an attack. His hand still settles comfortably at the gun in his holder, arm crossed over his chest and ready to withdraw the firearm at a moments notice.

Then they're outside without incident and Ray hasn't made a runner for it. He's curious, and he's also not sure he should be letting one like this out of his sight just yet. What's to say she won't kill the next guy she takes a dislike to?]


Who are the others? [Just humour the crazy chick. Maybe that's the best way.]