SELF MEDICATED

Quinn decote thirty three years old tree enthusiast

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riverrbend:

Rebecca laughed lightly. The day a raccoon started following her she would begin to doubt her sanity. “Yeah? Sounds just like you,” she teased. As much as she liked Quinn it was no secret that most of the time she was a straight up jack ass. it seemed the only time she calmed down a little was at work. “I just think he’s a decent guy even if he’s kind of jerky. I help him with suspect sketches from time to time.”

The day Rebecca became an actually Disney princess was the day she stopped drinking. She shrugged unabashedly, she couldn’t deny how true it was. Something about the cop just got on her nerves, making her unnecessarily angry. Something nobody in Aldyria needed. “He doesn’t even say please or thank you when you do something for him. Complete jack ass.” She reiterated. 

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markxbailey:

Before he could even shoot the thing he was caught off balance, dragged backwards and with uneven footing he was gone. They were both gone - or rather, the ground beneath them was. Down a gaping hole they’d stumbled. The floor hit him hard, and luckily he landed to her side rather than ontop of her. With a groan he rolled over and aimed the gun to the sky. Should the bear tumble down too, they’d need it. “You okay?” he breathed hard. 

The fall winded her, stealing the air from her lungs as pain blossomed and radiated down her back but it was a good sign. If she could still feel everything, it meant nothing was seriously damaged though she would be sore in the morning. “Ow!” She grumbled, rolling to the side. “Nothing broken. I think. You?” she asked. It was impossible to think that this was their night. “We have the worst luck.” 

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riverrbend:

“Well. Maybe. I think everything so far is a sign,” Rebecca said. “And I certainly don’t want it to end in a fist fight,” she said with a chuckle while she recalled what Quinn had done to the wrong guy who said the wrong thing to her at a bar. “What about Mark though? I don’t know. I’ve seen you guys talk once or twice, and he’s a good guy.” There was something there anyway.

“Yes, thank you Disney princess. Let me know when you have a flock of forest creatures following you around.” Still, she smiled, hoping for her friend that she could find happiness even when she couldn’t. Or refused to. “That was one time.” It wasn’t but she wasn’t ready to admit that. Any creep that came up to her at a bar was a creep she didn’t want to be involved with. “The cop? He’s a jack ass. And an asshole, a fine combination really” And he was attractive but still an asshole.

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markxbailey:

Christ. Mark kept quiet, gun aiming out in front and prepared to reangle with the slightest noise. An ominious growl could be heard, and movement up ahead. “Bear,” he whispered, but of course she already knew that. “Shit.” People were his specialty. How to fend off a bear had him clueless. Mark gripped Quinn’s arm and began to move them back, away from the animal that was heading straight for them.

“God fucking dammit,” she hissed. Of course it was a goddamn bear. “Don’t shoot it.” She whispered. The last thing they needed to do was miss and wind up with a pissed off bear. Taking slow steps back, she guided them as best she could with her light lowered. They could make themselves look larger or they could just hope it took no notice of them. But it had, it’s eyes were set on the pair. They were too close to make themselves look big, their only options were to play dead or to run. “Ru — ” the words were cut off by her scream as she fell backwards, arms flailing and grabbing onto Mark’s jacket for balance.  

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markxbailey:

“Wh–” he stopped, brows furrowed. He’d heard it too. They weren’t alone. Instinctively his weapon was drawn, braced atop the hand that held his torch. He shined it out in front of him and he hoped it was the killer coming back to the scene of the crime. The sick bastards often weaseled their way back. He listened, but walked in front of Quinn as if to shield her from potential danger. “Stay close,” he whispered. If the guy had come back, he needed to ensure she wasn’t put at risk.

She didn’t want or need his protection but her mouth stayed shut, body angled behind his as they moved forward. They had to be thinking different things. No one would be stupid enough to be up here without proper lighting. Except animals. Cougars and bears were common even when it was coming into winter. “Be careful,” she hissed. The last thing she wanted to do was haul him back to the information center. Footsteps came in more than pairs, four feet moving in unison. “Animal.” She states, quick and simple. The gun wasn’t necessary but they might end up needing it now.

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riverrbend:

Rebecca laughed. “He hardly counts. We went on two dates and only kissed,” she said still amused by that situation. “Honestly they don’t normally cry.” She held up her beer bottle and then drank to it. “I imagine you’ve made more guys cry than me.”

“So you definitely want this one to be more than a few dates?” She asked, tone and expression skeptical of such an idea. “It does seem likely. In their defense, I normally kick them in the nuts before they get too close.” She truly hated most men who approached her ‘Aren’t you that model?’ God, she wanted to do more than kick them in the crotch. 

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markxbailey:

He stifled the sigh this time, and followed more closely. Frozen leaves crunched beneath their boots, and the temperature would be dropping further that evening. Mark was hopeful tire tracks would be found at the site - at the very least. It was worth trudging around in the woods.

The rest of the hike wouldn’t be easy. The muscles in her legs began to ache as the continued to climb over the peak, her breathe coming out heavy as she pushed her body forward. The crack of a stick, or maybe a branch, was the first sign that they weren’t alone. She stopped shot, holding her hand out for the detective to stop as well. “Shh,” she warned, finger to her lips. The sound of footsteps continued - familiar and unnerving. Just like she thought he would, the detective tried to talk and urge them forward. “Will you shut the fuck up?” She hissed. “Listen!”

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markxbailey:

Mark sighed. How did Rebecca put up with her crap on a daily basis? Another roll of his eyes came as she muttered under her breath. He followed her, keeping behind and watching out for snakes. “Only of your nice attitude,” he muttered to himself, shining his torch up at her. It was getting dark. “We nearly there?”

Placing her bag down, she found her canteen and took a sip. Despite his urgency, she was normally a heavy drinker and this whole hiking thing didn’t mix with it. “No.” She answered bluntly. “There’s another half mile at least and it’s over that peak,” she pointed towards the darkened mountain side a few metres away. They would make it before full dark if they hurried. “We can make it there before dark if you actually keep up,” she suggested. Pulling her bag back onto her back (without offering him a refreshment), she lead the way, torch in hand to light their path.

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riverrbend:

“Hopefully without the morning part at the end. I’ll take all the rest though,” Rebecca said with a nod. “It’s better than me dumping him like it normally goes.”

“I’m not the optimistic kind but how about I drink to it?” She offered, already taking a swig from the beer bottle. “I love when you dump men. Granted, I’ve seen it once but he cried and I want to see it again.”

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markxbailey:

“It’s called being professional,” he muttered. Something that obviously eluded her, he mused silently. Then came the rolling of his eyes. “I’m rather lucky it isn’t bear season, then.” Living in Aldyria, and the forest a frequent crime scene he knew a thing or two about bears. He just prayed they didn’t run into any snakes. “But nice try.”

“No, it’s called being a jack ass,” she reiterated, not bothering to look back at him. If he wanted to be an asshole, she’d do what he wanted and then leave him there. It wouldn’t be her responsibility anymore. “Luckily I know where they hibernate,” she muttered under her breath. The hike wasn’t an easy one by any stretch of the imagination. He would have been better off with Poca who was kind and friendly. Quinn offered no random facts or information because he wouldn’t care so she wasn’t going to waste her breath. After the first two kilometres, she stopped, noticing he was a little way down the path. “You need to keep up. Or are you tired?” She taunted.

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riverrbend:

“Doesn’t it?” Rebecca said shaking her head. “God I don’t know. It’s weird right? But he’s from out of town, and he’s already extended his stay longer than he originally said. But at some point he’ll leave.”

“You know what that means then, don’t you?” Her head cants to the side, a sweeter smile on her lips ( and she’s never sweet ). “You get to have strings free romance, say goodbye when it’s done and drink your ass off to mourn the loss. Probably. Isn’t that how romance works?”

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markxbailey:

“It’s your job to help perfectly nice people like myself,” he reminded. “It’s cold and you’re in the woods. Suck it up. This is a murder investigation. Don’t worry about me, just find the spot.”

He was almost as bad as her, not something she liked either. “Perfectly nice is stretching the truth isn’t it?” She remarked, securing her water canteen to her backpack. “You might want to try being a little nicer to people who are helping you, asshole. Keep up and don’t get lost or the bears will get you.” It wasn’t bear season but he didn’t deserve to know that. In fact, she was hoping for a grizzly sighting now.

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riverrbend:

“John Smith,” she said. “Can you believe that? I thought it was a line, but no his name really is John Smith. Running is not ew, it feels good afterwards.”

“It makes you a walking cliche, I’m amazed, honestly.” Though she wasn’t going to argue with Rebecca’s sunny disposition. It made her days a little easier. “You’re doing it wrong. Running never feels good, it only feels like death.”

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riverrbend:

“I guess a location change didn’t change that aspect,” Rebecca said with a chuckle. “Maybe you should spend some time running around the forest though. Might improve your outlook.”

“Nope, definitely not. Isn’t his name John or something, too?” She asked, taking a large sip of her beer. “I’m out here all the time and it hasn’t improved a thing. Also, ew. Running.”

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markxbailey:

He didn’t know what she was so excited about, but the words two places resonated. “Great. Please tell me you know how to get to these two places?”

“Yeah, you’re welcome. It’s my pleasure to help people who are so nice like yourself.” She sneered. The entire day would be ruined if she had to hike the trails and she already started packing up. “I do and you better be able to keep up. These trails aren’t easy.”

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“Really? Everything is going so fast for me actually. I kind of wish I would slow down,” Rebecca replied, though most of that was due to John. She was surprised at how smitten she had become with the British man.

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“Maybe my week would fly by if I was running around the forest like a Disney princess too, Poca.” She teased, rolling her eyes. Quinn may have been motivated but she wasn’t blind. “You’re living up to the nickname.”