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 Start it over again in Mexico, tag: ruby!
Flynn Ryder
Twenty-eight
Superhuman Agility
Career Criminal
Heterosexual
He/ him

played by Kimilicious15 posts • prefers She/ her pronouns
And the lies I weave are oh so intricate
Today was just another day. Nothing spectacular on the radar, just three boosts on his list and Fitz was already hitting number three and it was only 2pm. Damn, he was good at this.

Fitz had been in New York a few years now, long enough to know the ins and the outs of the city, to know where to go and where to stay away from. He was slick though, so he went where he well and truly pleased even when he wasn't quite welcome. He was a man with a plan, a plan only he knew of course, but a plan none the less. His stash was growing by the month and even though he was pretty sure he had enough to accomplish what he wanted, a lovely little island of his own with nothing but a tiki hut and dock, still he neglected to sit down and actually figure his shit out. Something was holding him in NYC, but so far he'd just chalked it up to his own greed. Fitz knew he was greedy and selfish, but it didn't hurt to be prepared now did it? He didn't exactly want to come back to the States once he'd abandoned ship after all. When he finally left he wanted to ensure that he never had to leave the beach again, no loose ends anywhere and everything totally taken care of. Greed was just another name for preparedness as far as he was concerned.

Ah, there was his mark right there. A cherry red Bentley Mulsanne Speed. He wasn't a big fan of Bentleys, honestly but man did rich people like 'em. The car itself didn't look like a luxury sportster, looked a bit more like what a working man would haul his brood around in, but hey who was he to say? Fitz hadn't had money until he'd starting yanking it from the rich anyway, so he supposed he just had a poor man's taste. The subway suited him just fine, thank you. He much preferred driving other people's vehicles, at least then when they got jacked up he could ditch and run. Insurance was for the birds.

It took very little for him to get into the car, the key he'd acquired from an associate utilizing the right fob did the trick perfectly. He grinned, sliding into the driver's seat and starting it right up. The engine purred, Fitz running gloved hands over the steering wheel before he put it into gear and pulled onto the busy street. He glanced at the clock noting that he still had a few hours until he was scheduled for this last drop off. Another grin and he turned, heading for a drive thru. He'd skipped lunch in lieu of doing his last boost, but with time to kill he didn't have a problem spending it eating. After all, the owner of this fine vehicle wasn't due out of work for another four hours anyway, so chances were good that it wouldn't be reported stolen until then. He was free and clear for a joy ride, something of which he hadn't done in a while. Fitz prided himself on his professionalism, at least typically anyway, so in this rare moment when a good time called he bent to it. Why waste life with could have beens, anyway? This car had a fine engine and was a great ride despite it's ho hum exterior, so he had little qualms in treating himself.

Had he known had this day was going to end up, perhaps he might had just driven this mark to the dock and abandoned it. But then again, his life had become routine in its own way, so the introduction of one Ruby Conrad might just be exactly what he'd have ordered had he been able to. He'd just pulled the Bentley up to the curb, his phone in his lap as he shot a text message to someone who thought themselves important. He hadn't quite been paying attention, but when the back door opened and a blonde woman on her cell phone slid into the car Fitz froze.

What the fuck?

He turned to look at the woman, an eyebrow arched as she chattered away on her cell phone. What on Earth was she doing getting into a strange car? Had she no self preservation? The Bentley he was sitting in wasn't exactly a cab, but then again Uber and Lyft had flooded the streets of New York so maybe this little lady was just lost. "Miss...?" He needed to get rid of her. He wasted quite a bit of time already and he only had about forty-five minutes to get this car to where it needed to be and it was a thirty minute drive. He was cutting in close, but that was his MO.

He just needed to ditch this blonde and get out of dodge.

RUBY M. CONRAD
thanks evvie!
quote
RAPUNZEL
TWENTY six
HEALING
PUBLICIST
PANSEXUAL
SHER/HER

played by TEEJAY13 posts • prefers SHE/HER pronouns
keep holding on you know we’ll make it through just
stay strong
Even if there were 24 usable hours in every day, Ruby didn’t feel like she ever had enough time with her busy lifestyle. Considering her job, she was always needed by someone at any given time and any given place. Some of her clients were a dream to work with and caused her no trouble while others couldn’t seem to help themselves. Ruby was often intervening to do damage control and provide statements to the media about her clients and their actions. For the most part; however, she loved her job even if it meant she never had time for herself. Friends and going out was a treat and a steady relationship was laughable. She barely had time to breathe, eat, and sleep let alone worry about another human being. Not that Ruby was looking because she was well aware of the fact it would be unfair to someone. If she did find someone to be with it would have to be someone who was just as busy as she was. Someone who could meet her in the middle and spend a few days with her before leaving again to tend to their own business. That would be ideal for her even if the very thought sort of made her ill. Love shouldn’t be about schedules but this was the life she had chosen; that of a career woman in corporate America. Ruby had no one to blame but herself.

That afternoon had been a whirlwind of activity in the PR firm and she barely made it out at the right time to catch an Uber ride home. There was an even that night she had to be at. One of her newest client’s was performing a big show for the first time and there would be a party to follow she was required to be part of. Normally, Ruby would have brought her clothes with her to change into but she had believed, stupidly it would seem, she would be leaving work earlier which would give her the time to change at home. She was cutting it very, very close and still needed to stop by the dry cleaner’s to get her dress she would be wearing tonight. It was so rare for her to be unorganized and Ruby could feel the panic rising up in her as her phone rang once more as she was leaving the PR firm. Another client who was concerned over one of the interviews they would be doing next week. It was a big interview and Ruby was trying very hard to calm her client all while her own anxiety was creeping into her chest. Usually she was great at tamping down her own concerns but at this moment, the anxiety was persistent. Her client was basically having a meltdown through the Bluetooth in her ear as Ruby checked the status of the Uber she would be using today. It might have been faster to take the subway but she didn’t have a pass on hand and no time to obtain one. Ultimately, the process would just take her longer and put her further behind schedule.

The vehicle her Uber app told her to be on the lookout for was red and that was basically all she knew. Ruby couldn’t tell one type of car from another most of the time unless it was a particular stand out model. All sedans looked the same to her and she was distracted by trying to talk her client off a cliff. So when she reached a red vehicle that looked like it could be the one her app was telling her to get into, she pulled open the back door and slid into the backseat. ”Look, I know it’s nerve wracking but you’ll get through it,” she informed her client. ”I’ll be right there with...” The driver had interrupted her conversation and looking at her through the rearview mirror like he was confused. Ruby told her client to hold on a moment and she muted her phone before digging through her purse. A moment later, she took a $50.00 bill from her wallet and tossed it up front to the driver. ”A little incentive to make this quick. I need to get to Queens ASAP. Please,” she practically begged the guy. If they wasted any more time then she wasn’t going to make it back to Manhattan in time for the show.

Finally, the car moved and she relaxed back into the seat and unmuted the phone to finish her conversation. It took another ten minutes before she finally had her client calmed to the point where she could let him go. Sometimes, Ruby wondered why she punished herself by taking on novice performers. She disconnected the phone and let her head fall back against the top of the seat and closed her eyes. Ruby took a few deep breaths to calm her own anxiety. She would be fine. She would make it on time. Nothing to worry about.

When she opened her eyes again and looked to the driver, he seemed to be unsure of where he was going. She might have been annoyed if the guy didn’t seem like he was new to this and she let out a soft laugh and shifted in the backseat so she could lean forward and speak to him. ”Having trouble?” she asked. Blue eyes glanced at his phone which didn’t have the app up he ought to be using. ”Technical difficulties? Don’t worry about it. You can use my GPS.” She quickly punched in her address on Google Maps and handed it forward to the driver. If she had to drop another fifty bucks in this guy’s lap to make sure sure got home in a decent amount of time, she would.

”I’m Ruby,” she paused, ”but I guess you probably know that from the app before it malfunctioned.” The blonde shook her head, realizing she was probably embarrassing herself. Besides, this guy hardly cared about who she was.

LONDON E. FITZPATRICK
quote
Flynn Ryder
Twenty-eight
Superhuman Agility
Career Criminal
Heterosexual
He/ him

played by Kimilicious15 posts • prefers She/ her pronouns
And the lies I weave are oh so intricate
The woman tossed a fifty his way and Fitz raised an eyebrow. Neither Lyft nor Uber took cash, but cell phone lady seemed to want to get where she was going like, yesterday. She said something about Queens then and Fitz glanced at the cash in his hand. Well, Queens was more or less on the way to his destination. Well, perhaps fifteen or so minutes out of the way, but he could totally make this work. The fact that the girl was cute could have possibly played a part in the reason as to why Fitz righted himself in the driver's seat, glancing behind him as he pulled the Bentley into traffic. He tamped down the grin that threatened to come across his face. He was going to have to be slick to pull this one off.

It was about ten minutes worth of driving before the blonde finally addressed him again. He glanced at the clock on the dash, time slowly ticking away. He was going to be late and that was a problem. He chewed on the inside of his cheek, the girl's soft peel of laughter behind him almost irritating. She was cute, that was a truth, but her sweet face was going to get him stabbed. He glanced into the rear view as she leaned forward, asking him if he was have trouble. Yes, there was indefinitely trouble here, blondie. Mistakes had been made, Fitz letting his libido direct his actions rather than his head. It had been a long time since anything of the sort had happened and now, as he thought about it, he was asking himself why he'd let it happen now. Usually he had no problem telling people where to step off, but he'd let this girl not only get into his car, but direct him where to go.

Fucking A. This had been a terrible choice.

She was handing him her phone now, of which Fitz took. He glanced at it, the arrival time a solid fifteen minutes from now and on the opposite end of town as to where he was supposed to be. Fuck. He glanced at the clock again, time dwindling. This girl was about to be bent and the last thing he needed was someone throwing punches from the backseat. Not that she looked overly strong, but women could get feisty when they thought they were in danger.

She introduced herself, chattering along for a moment before shaking her head. It was cute and in another circumstance Fitz would have engaged her fully. Right now though, he was starting to worry a bit for his person and so he'd set her phone aside, pulling out his to shoot another text. Texting and driving was completely illegal in NYC, but who cared? He was driving a stolen car and, if anyone wanted to get super technical here, impersonating a driver and kidnapping. The felonies were just wracking up. "Ruby, huh? Cute. Call me Fitz, everyone else does." he said without glancing back at her. Text sent. He turned the car, completely opposite of the direction Ruby's GPS was telling him to go. She was going to find out right quick that he wasn't taking her to her destination, but really it was fuck up her day or fuck up his life. He wanted to keep himself in one piece, thanks much.

"Look, I hate to be that guy and I'm sorry in advance, but I'm gunna have to ask you to bail at the intersection." He glanced up from his phone then, looking at her in the rear view. "Nothing personal. An emergency has come up you see," his phone went off and he looked down at it. Don't be late. Fuck. He looked up again, making another turn as he phone began to protest, insisting up a U-turn. He held it out to her as they approached the next intersection. "Sorry blondie." He said, turning to give her a grin. His face fell though, two cop cars having slid behind him while he'd been jacking around on his phone, trying to buy himself some time. "Come on, fuck me, man." He muttered, having just come up on the intersection. "Alright. Out, now."

He hadn't been stopped for a full five seconds, protests already on Ruby's lips. He didn't have time for this, any of this. Didn't have time for the cute blonde or the cops. Just then, the sirens went on and the lights started. "Shit."

Fitz turned his attention to the road, no longer paying attention to whether Ruby was getting out of the car or complaining or what have you. He had to get out of here now. He pulled back into traffic and accelerated, already putting distance between himself and the two patrol units behind them.

RUBY M. CONRAD
thanks evvie!
quote
RAPUNZEL
TWENTY six
HEALING
PUBLICIST
PANSEXUAL
SHER/HER

played by TEEJAY13 posts • prefers SHE/HER pronouns
keep holding on you know we’ll make it through just
stay strong
Before any further conversation could be started, the driver--Fitz--was telling her that an emergency had come up and that he needed her to get out of the vehicle. ”What? But I only just got in. We’ve barely gone two miles!” she protested. Like hell she was going to just get out in the middle of a busy intersection. Whatever this emergency was didn’t seem to have the guy too terribly panicked. Not to mention, she’d slipped him fifty bucks off the books to make sure he had incentive! Ruby snatched her phone back from him so she could pull up the Uber app. She had every intention of leaving a piss poor review on this driver. If he was credible before he wasn’t going to be after she got through with him. ”Listen pal, I don’t know who you think you are but your superiors are going to hear about th--HEY!”

Even as she tapping away at her phone, Fitz pulled back into traffic and accelerated so suddenly that it threw her against the back seat. Ruby’s purse went flying off the seat and landed on the floor, spilling its contents onto the floor. She’d lost her grip on her phone and it slid beneath the passenger seat. Up until this point, she hadn’t realized that the cops had come up on them. The wail of sirens caught her attention and she turned her body to look out the window to see the two patrol units tailing them. ”Oh my God. Who are you? What have you done? Is this car stolen?” she demanded, her voice raising in pitch as anxiety and fear welled in her chest. Perfect. This was just freaking perfect! As if her day hadn’t been shitty enough as it was now she was going to be an accessory to grand theft auto. Or maybe not. After all, she hadn’t had any knowledge whatsoever this vehicle had been stolen when she got into it. She could plead with the cops, explain to them that she’d been kidnapped by this...this…menace.

”Hey you! she yelled, turning back around and sliding forward on the seat. Ruby had to grip the front passenger seat in order to keep herself from bouncing around the back seat of the vehicle as Fitz weaved in and out of traffic like some maniac. ”Stop this car right now! I swear to God if you don’t then I’m going to tell them you took me hostage against my will! You’ll be in way more trouble than for just stealing a car!” she shrieked. Panic was clawing up her chest and into her throat. Tears sprung into her eyes as they tore through the city toward some unknown destination. The fading sounds of the sirens in the background offered her no comfort as it was clear Fitz was about to lose them. Oh God, what if he hurt her? She was a witness to his crime after all. What if he deemed her a threat and killed her? Left her body floating on the Hudson and her family would never know what happened to her.

A sob broke free of her lips and she shook the back of the seat in fearful rage. ”Please stop! she pleaded. Her purse. It suddenly struck Ruby that she had pepper spray in her purse. She disappeared from view as she scrambled to gather the items of her purse which had been flung about. Her phone was nowhere to be seen but she felt under the passenger seat and her fingers closed around a small can. The mace. Yes, if he tried to attack her or harm her in anyway she would spray the fuck out of him and run. Ruby sat back up and slid the can of pepper spray discreetly into her bra between her breasts so she could easily grab it later. It was small enough, thank God, that Fitz wouldn’t even notice she was concealing it.

LONDON E. FITZPATRICK
quote
Flynn Ryder
Twenty-eight
Superhuman Agility
Career Criminal
Heterosexual
He/ him

played by Kimilicious15 posts • prefers She/ her pronouns
And the lies I weave are oh so intricate
"Shoulda had a seat belt on!" Fitz called back with a laugh as he heard Ruby tumbling about the backseat, the items from her purse probably spilled everywhere. Good, that would buy him some time in regards to her. Hopefully her phone had come out of her hand as well and she wasn't actively calling the cops, though if she was he could make quick work of that, too. He shifted gears, his acute agility making it easy for him to weave through traffic, to cut in front of other cars without banging up the Bentley. Man, he'd have hell to pay if this car ended up fucked up. Behind Ruby was yelling again, no doubt having finally realized just why he was dodging through traffic like a maniac. Super.

Is this car stolen? He had to laugh, he just couldn't help himself. She was a blonde, through and through. She'd all but squealed at him, her voice holding an edge of hysteria. He yanked the wheel, sending her careening across the backseat again just because he could. He was already pulling away from the cops, other cars getting out of his way rather than letting him bash up their shit. Again, Ruby was yelling. Man, the girl had a mouth on her, didn't she? Jesus. Demands were on her lips and Fitz grinned as he glanced into the rearview. Her voice was wavering despite how strong her words sounded and when he caught sight of her, there were tears in her eye. God dammit, he hated it when women cried. He wasn't a bad guy, alright? Not really. So he stole a few cars here and there, no one got hurt. He wasn't a killer or a rapist. She could have totally be kidnapped by someone way worse and really, it wasn't like he'd set out to kidnap her. She'd really kidnapped herself if you wanted to get to the nitty gritty here. He hadn't exactly invited her into the car, she'd gotten in like he was her freakin' limo driver. "C'mon, don't cry," he'd muttered, though he doubted his words would have any real effect on her. After all, currently she saw him as the biggest bad she'd ever encountered. Boy, did she have a lot to learn about criminals.

The sirens were fading as Fitz pulled into an abandoned construction area. He found a tight spot, backing into it expertly as Ruby sobbed behind him. Please stop. He'd just turned to look behind him, watching where he was backing so he didn't ding the fender and saw her tucking something into the front of her shirt. He slammed the car into park after hitting the brakes much harder than he needed to. The sirens were off in the distance now, but that didn't mean there wasn't some beat cop trolling the perimeter. He was going to have to lay low for a bit, but unfortunately that meant he had to do something with Ruby. Ruby, who probably had a knife or mace or something that she was planning on using to escape his dastardly clutches. Lucky for him, there was no way she was quicker than he was. Fitz cracked his neck and took a breath. He'd let her keep her not so secret whatever in her shirt for now. He didn't want to get punched for digging it out of her bra and maybe having it would calm some of the hysteria he was about to turn around into. Probably not, but hey it was worth a shot.

The doors were all locked, child locks in place in the backseat so at least she couldn't get out without crawling into the front seat with him. Small miracles. Fitz hadn't let more than a few heartbeats pass before he turned to look at Ruby who was sitting stark upright, hands at her sides as if she wasn't hiding anything. Not suspicious in the least. She'd make a terrible criminal. Great. She was going to squeal like a pig when he finally let her go. Fuck. "Alright so we are... at a bit of an impasse here." He began, looking at her with an eyebrow raised. "You don't wanna be here and I definitely don't want you here. To answer your questions, I'm still Fitz; I'm a thief, not a liar. Well, not usually anyway," he quirked a grin despite himself. He doubted she'd find him the least bit funny, but oh well. Good humor was lost on some. "Yes this car is stolen. The guy who owns it is a dickweed anyway, so don't worry your pretty little head about. That said, you don't look like a girl who's gunna just be sweet and take my word for it." Understatement of the century there. He was sure Ruby would drop kick him to the cops given half the chance. Did he blame her? Hell no. Situations reversed he'd have done the same. Gotta look out for number one, right? Still, he was number one, so he wasn't about to let her go skirting out of here all willy nilly. "This car needs to be delivered in," he glanced at his watch and winced, "Ten minutes. We're about fifteen minutes away from the drop off, but I can cut that down. We should skid in right on time, all you gotta do is play nice for like, a half hour. Everything goes off without a hitch, I drop off my car, get paid and wham bam, we're threw. I let'cha go. You have a fine story to tell all your pals and you conveniently forget my name and face." Quicker than a flash he'd bent, snagging her wallet from beneath the seat where it had fallen. By the time Ruby could register he'd moved, he already had her identification out. "Ruby Conrad. You live in Queens but work in Manhattan, hm? I'd bet you work in that big ol' building you got into my car in front of. Good to know." His eyes slid back to look at her, grin still on his face. He didn't want to hurt her and truth be told, he wasn't so good at all that anyway. He did want to scare her though. If she thought he might come snag her up later, maybe she'd be more apt to keep her trap shut.

RUBY M. CONRAD
thanks evvie!
quote
RAPUNZEL
TWENTY six
HEALING
PUBLICIST
PANSEXUAL
SHER/HER

played by TEEJAY13 posts • prefers SHE/HER pronouns
keep holding on you know we’ll make it through just
stay strong
The vehicle came to a stop and when the driver turned around, Ruby froze in place. She knew she wasn’t a good liar or a good actress. The small can of mace sitting inside her bra suddenly felt heavy like she was sure he had noticed what she’d done earlier. She hoped not. It was really the only advantage she had over him and it wasn’t even a good one. Ruby didn’t know what she was expecting but it certainly wasn’t the outpouring of admissions that suddenly came from Fitz’s mouth. Not only did he give her his name but admitted to stealing the vehicle they were currently in. What kind of criminal was he that he would so blatantly admit to the things he was doing? Ruby’s expression went from afraid to confused and she blinked at him a few times. Not to mention he was explaining to her is entire plan and he wasn’t even going through with the effort to blindfold her or well...anything that might keep her from knowing where it was he was taking the vehicle. Ruby might have asked him what the hell was wrong with him but she didn’t trust her voice not to crack if she did so. So instead she simply nodded. Even if this guy didn’t seem like he was going to hurt her she didn’t want to take that chance. Perhaps if she just say quietly in the backseat and let him do whatever it was he needed to do she’d make it out of this unharmed.

Ruby gasped when Fitz moved then. It was so fast she barely had time to even register it. He’d found her wallet and dug out her driver’s license. ”Hey!” she blurted, her blue eyes narrowing. ”It’s rude to go through a lady’s belongings. What is wrong with you?” She was quickly going from afraid to pissed off. This guy was something else. How dare he go through her things! Ruby leaned forward and reached to grab the license from his hand but she wasn’t quick enough. This guy was fast. Too fast. It wasn’t natural. The wheels in her head began to turn and she wondered if maybe...just maybe this guy was like her and had a secret. Hardly anyone could do the things that Ruby could and it was something she’d kept heavily guarded since she was a young child. But now watching Fitz as he moved with reflexes that were beyond the norm for humans, she wondered if he wasn’t like her. Maybe not exactly but in the realm that meant there was something special about him. ”How do you do that?” she asked. ”Move so quickly.” Ruby tacked on the last part to clarify what she meant. Not that she really believed she was going to get an answer out of him.

Ruby slumped against the backseat and her teeth sank into her bottom lip. She was beginning to resign to the fact that she was going to be part of this ride no matter what she wanted. Fine, she could deal with that as long as she made it out of this situation unharmed. ”Listen, I’ll sit back here quietly and not give you any trouble as long as you let me go and don’t hurt me when this is all over. Just let me go and I swear I won’t tell anyone what happened here,” she said. ”I’ll forget I ever got in this car. Okay?” God, this was terrible. Not only was she afraid Fitz wasn’t going to agree to her bargain but even if he did Ruby had no idea where the drop off point was. She wasn’t sure she was going to trust getting in an Uber after this. Maybe she ought to look into hiring her own driver. She had the money to do it but it had always seemed like such a waste of money. After this, Ruby was beginning to think otherwise.

LONDON E. FITZPATRICK
quote
Flynn Ryder
Twenty-eight
Superhuman Agility
Career Criminal
Heterosexual
He/ him

played by Kimilicious15 posts • prefers She/ her pronouns
And the lies I weave are oh so intricate
She'd made a swipe for her things, but of course Fitz was much too quick for her. When he was at least halfway paying attention, there wasn't much anyone could get over on him. He had reflexes quicker than anyone he'd ever met, something he'd never really put much thought into, but had honed over the years none the less. His quick fingers ensured he never had to work too hard, after all when people couldn't see they couldn't blame on you, right? He'd grinned as Ruby berated him for going through her things. "C'mon, it's not like you had a vibe in there. Wait, did you?" He cocked an eyebrow, giving her a judgey look before chuckling. For some reason he just wanted to see her cute face redden, the desire to see her irritated high. Why he was interested in her at all was a mystery, even to himself. This whole ordeal was just a giant fuck up and really, he should have just booted her right here. Why he was talking to her still, why he was even going to let her continue sitting in this car, those were questions he was specifically not asking himself. Ruby was too cute for her own good it seemed.

He'd already tossed her things into the backseat once more, turning so that he could put the car in gear once more. The sirens had died down and they now had nine minutes to get to their destination. "Seat belt, blondie. I don't want you gettin' roughed up so you can try and tack on an assault charge later." he said, his voice deceptively cheerful. The second he heard the click of her seat belt he'd pulled out, already all over the gas. The Bentley had some serious get up and go and Fitz kept his eyes on the road as Ruby questioned him from the backseat. "Naturally gifted." He answered shortly when she questioned his sleight of hand. Well, it wasn't a lie. She'd slumped down in the seat so he could only see the top of her head in his rear-view. She was talking again, apparently seeing that cooperation was the only thing that was going to get her out of this. Well, that wasn't exactly the truth. Fitz wasn't about to kill her or anything so awful. He was a thief, not a murderer but of course your average person didn't see much of a difference. Commit one crime, commit 'em all that's the way the public perceived the common criminal, but the dark underbelly of the world was much more intricate. Violence actually made Fitz ill when he really thought about it and he wasn't a big fan of blood. He was a man who would much rather strike a deal than go about hurting anyone. After all, even though he had a real nice thing going on in this city, he could dip out if he needed to. There were no strings attached anywhere, none he couldn't pull up at a moment's notice, and there just wasn't a whole lot in this world he thought he might need to put foot to ass for. Especially not this car or his current benefactors. They were slick and all, paid good and slid his name to the right kinds of folks, but he wasn't about to let anyone swim with the proverbial fishes to keep the job. That just wasn't right.

"You seem trustworthy. I guess I'm just going to have to believe you, Miss Ruby Conrad. Or is it Mrs?" He was weaving through traffic as they headed north. Fitz seemed completely at ease, the Bentley sailing between cars as if it were dancing. To anyone else it looked absolutely reckless, but Fitz knew what he was doing and never once did he graze a fender or nick a mirror. He glanced at the clock again. Four minutes. They were still a solid six minutes away and despite his best efforts, traffic was an absolute bitch. Fuck fuck fuck.

He took a shortcut through an alley that he knew connected with a street he needed, barely scraping through it without tearing the side mirrors off the car. It was a bumpy ride, but it spit them out on the road he needed and it swung them into the parking garage only 45 seconds late. Fitz slammed the brakes, throwing the car into park and flung his door open. "Get out, stand by the door and do not move." He'd leveled his stare on her just long enough to speak and then he was out.

Fitz wasn't usually late, but late was late and he was looking at a disgruntled man in a black suit. A conversation was had, one in which Fitz agreed to taking a cut in pay, though it was an arguement as to how much. Payment was forked over, sans one stack of bills, but the conversation wasn't over. Who's the girl? Fitz was quick with an explanation, but it wasn't to the man's liking apparently as he'd already drawn a gun, leveling it on Ruby. "Whoa, whoa! Chill out, everything's kosher, man." Fitz had already slid in front of the gun, though no one had quite seen him move. His had his hands up, already backing up towards Ruby. "Look, I got a handle on this, right? No need to make a mess here. Tell the boss I've got it covered." he turned on a dime then, knowing Ruby was right behind him and he scooped her up, tossing her over his shoulder with no fuss. "Easy peasy. You do you and I'll do me and we're good, right?" She was struggling of course, but he was broad where she was petite. Ruby was fiesty, but he had strength and skill on her. Unless she produced a frying pan, there wasn't a lot she was going to be able to do.

The gun was still leveled on the both of them as Fitz moved towards a tarped vehicle. With one hand he pulled the blue tarp, already stuffing it into the back window. His trusty ol' Cavalier was beneath that tarp, his every day rider. Fitz moved to the back and popped the trunk, already cramming a writhing Ruby into it. "Shut up unless you want it to be both our asses," he hissed under his breath, giving her a pointed look before he gave her one final push and shut the trunk lid. He came out from behind his car then, arms held out towards the suited man. "I've got this. I swear. Haven't done you wrong yet, have I?" He gave a grin, though his heart was hammering in his chest. The suited man still had the gun on him, his expression pensive.

Don't be late again. Fitz saluted the man as he slid into the driver's seat. "Aye aye, captain." The man had holstered the gun and Fitz had already started his car. Thankfully Ruby wasn't making a ruckus in the trunk. God, she was going to lose her shit when he opened that lid.

The drive home was a solid twenty minutes and every one of those moments Fitz spent trying to figure out what he was going to do with her. By the time he parked his car in the alley beside his apartment building he still wasn't quite sure what he was going to do, but for the night Ruby was just going to have to stick with him. She wasn't going to be pleased and truthfully, Fitz wasn't too pleased either. Still, he didn't want to ditch her on the side of the road and let the black suits find her, either. That was a little to close to chucking her to the sharks for his taste.

He knocked on the trunk lid and put on a grin. He took a breath and steeled himself. When he popped this lid he knew she was going to come out of it like a wet cat. He also knew he could move quick enough so that any flailing punches wouldn't connect. Still, he'd let her get one or two quick licks in, let her feel a bit better before he hit her with the bad news.

"Hey punkin, you still in there?" he asked, slowly opening the trunk.

RUBY M. CONRAD
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RAPUNZEL
TWENTY six
HEALING
PUBLICIST
PANSEXUAL
SHER/HER

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keep holding on you know we’ll make it through just
stay strong
This was getting worse and worse by the minute. As much as she tried not to cry, Ruby couldn’t help it. She was well and truly scared by the time they got to their final destination and Fitz had ordered her to stand by the door and not to move. That fear only rose when the guy Fitz was meant to meet zeroed in on her, not looking at all happy that there was a third party involved. The explanation her kidnapper had given hadn’t been satisfactory for the man and she watched as the black suit reached to his waist. Ruby was sure he was going to pull a gun on her and her breath hitched in her throat. A small sob escaped her and she closed her eyes. If she was going to be murdered then she didn’t want to see it coming. Her entire body was rigid and the minute it took for Fitz to talk this guy down from killing her felt like the longest of her life. It wasn’t until she heard him walking away that she was able to breathe again and open her eyes.

Not that she had time to really react because suddenly Fitz had lifted her off her feet and tossed her over his shoulder. She yelped indignantly, glad she wasn’t wearing a skirt, and her small fists beat on his back. It did nothing to deter him and she was stuffed into the small trunk of his small car. He ordered her to shut up and closed the lid. Ruby was lucky she was petite and she curled up on the floor of the trunk. Soon, they were traveling again and the smell of exhaust filled her nose. Hopefully she wasn’t going to be asphyxiated by it. What a horrible way that would be to finally bite the dust. Ruby thought that perhaps she ought to look for a trunk release from the inside but it was dark and she didn’t have her cell phone which meant she had not flashlight. Besides, she figured the vehicle was too old to have one anyway. Then she thought about kicking out one of the tail lights and waving someone down. Surely if someone saw her waving at them they would call the cops and give them a tag number. Who knew if this tag was even registered though. So far, Fitz hadn’t tried to hurt her and Ruby didn’t want to press her luck so she stayed silent. Was it a stupid idea? Probably, but she was also terrified.

Some time later the vehicle finally stopped and she heard Fitz get out of it. He knocked on the lid of the trunk, said something condescending she couldn’t quite register, and finally opened the lid. Ruby had been shaking the entire time but it was nothing compared to the rage that suddenly surged through her. How dare this guy put her in such danger. She launched herself out of the trunk and pulled back her fist. Adrenaline coursed through her as she struck him square in the face and didn’t even feel the pain of it. Oh, Ruby knew she would later but it was worth you. ”You sorry ingrate!” she shrieked as she went in for a second punch, which he blocked. Another cry of anger left her as she tried to strike him a third and fourth time. ”How dare you do that to me! I should have your pathetic ass sent to prison for this!” Each punch she threw at him didn’t actually land. Fitz was too quick for her. Again, she noticed the oddly inhuman reflexes he had but she was too angry to care at the moment.

Eventually, she exhausted herself and her punches became weaker until Fitz could take hold of her. Ruby grit her teeth as she tried to tug her wrists from his grasp but couldn’t manage. Instead, she found herself falling into him as another set of sobs racked her small frame. She wanted to go home. She wanted to get into a hot bath and let it soak away the fear and the anger she felt. She wanted to curl up in a fuzzy robe on her couch and let it sink in that she hadn’t died. ”Please,” she pleaded softly, ”let me go home. I swear I’ll never tell a soul what happened here.” Ruby bit down on her lower lip to quiet her crying as she asked the powers that be to convince Fitz to release her.

LONDON E. FITZPATRICK
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Flynn Ryder
Twenty-eight
Superhuman Agility
Career Criminal
Heterosexual
He/ him

played by Kimilicious15 posts • prefers She/ her pronouns
And the lies I weave are oh so intricate
When her fist connected with his face he saw stars for just a second. It wasn't enough to knock him down or even to cause him to stumble backwards, but it did hurt. He snorted, blinking away the pain as he dodged her next attack. "Whoa, hey chill!" Perhaps not the right verbage to use as this only seemed to infuriate her further. Had he been someone else, someone who didn't have the sort of crazy ability he had, Ruby would have landed far more punches than he'd have liked. As it were though, he'd given her the one, blood dripping from his nose even as she screamed at him. She didn't hold back in the least an if he hadn't actually just saved her life, he'd have probably felt a bit bad. He decided against pointing out that she'd been the one to get into his car, that he hadn't actually gone out of his way to kidnap her and that, ultimately, this was a poor deal for him too. That would have probably earned him another crack in the face, or at the very least a renewed zest for violence. It was cute when she'd been testing him from the backseat, but now... now he almost felt bad.

"Damn, you really know how to cut a guy to the quick," he said, her wrists finally caught in his hands. She struggled a moment more, but the tears were catching up to her, the realization that she wasn't going anywhere without his say so sinking in. Fitz frowned as she finally slumped against him, her face at his chest as she sobbed. Well, now he really felt bad. He hated it when girls cried, hated even more to be the person that had brought it about. He wasn't much of a crier himself, he couldn't even remember the last time he'd even felt bad for something he'd done before today. Ruby was bringing a whole lot of emotions to the forefront of his mind and truthfully, he wasn't too sure he liked it. Fitz had hardened himself against people, his casual persona a facade he hid behind. He smiled and laughed because what else was there to do? He had plenty of contacts and acquaintances, hell he even had a few guys he could call up if he wanted to go out and have a good time, but the truth of the matter was Fitz trusted no one but himself. That could wear on a person after some years, but he'd always put the thought out of his mind. In his line of work, trusting the wrong people got you killed. There was only one person you could worry about and that was yourself, otherwise you might find yourself dead.

Fitz chewed the inside of his cheek as Ruby begged him to let her go. Jeez, man. She was really playing the sympathy card here. If he wasn't so worried that someone was going to be waiting at her apartment to kill her, he'd have let her go. Well, maybe that was a bit drastic, but he wouldn't put it past those fuckin' black coats to go snooping about her job or some such nonsense. The guy may have only seen her face, but that meant little. The organization the man worked for was one that valued its confidentiality. Fitz had little doubt they already knew who Ruby was and were waiting on her to return home. A few days out of the loop and he'd feel alright sending her back, though he'd probably send her home with a gun. Well, if she didn't smother him between now and then anyway. Fitz was getting ahead of himself already, Ruby's tears dampening the front of his shirt as he loosed her wrists. "Hey, c'mon now. I know it was hairy there for a minute, but I got us out of there, yeah?" His hands found her arms, pulling her away from him so that he might look at her. He held her in place, though his grip was loose. If she wanted to pull away, she could but there was no way she could actually escape him. By now she'd probably realized that, his reflexes far too quick to actually let her out of his personal space. Again, that stab of guilt needled him.

Look. I'm sorry, okay? I really am, but the people I work for they..." he paused, trying to think of a word to use, "they're just not the type to let something like today go. I'm not sayin' you can't ever leave, but I am sayin' that if I let you go home now you run the real risk of gettin' killed." He was sure this was going to be met with another bout of rage or tears or both. "My place ain't the Ritz, but I got a spare bedroom with a lock on it, so you can feel free to lock yourself in there for the next few days if you don't wanna look at me, but I can't let you leave." He gave a defeated sort of shrug. "I'm sorry, Ruby. It sucks, but I'd rather you be pissed off and hate me than read your obituary in a few days because I dumped you off on the street."

RUBY M. CONRAD
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RAPUNZEL
TWENTY six
HEALING
PUBLICIST
PANSEXUAL
SHER/HER

played by TEEJAY13 posts • prefers SHE/HER pronouns
keep holding on you know we’ll make it through just
stay strong
Even if Ruby knew that Fitz was trying to be comforting with his words, it wasn’t doing very much to make her feel better. It wasn’t that she didn’t understand that she’d found herself in real danger and that if it hadn’t been for him she probably would have died because she did. She also didn’t want to stay with this stranger for some indeterminate amount of time with this stranger either. Ruby wanted to go home and pretend none of this had ever happened but she didn’t think she was going to be given the choice. When Fitz said she ran the risk of really being killed if she left now, she believed him. He might be a criminal but he didn’t seem to be a liar. Plus, he hadn’t harmed her in anyway. Deep down, Ruby knew that most of this was her fault because she’d been too distracted with work to realize what car she was getting into. It was her fault for assuming that Fitz had simply been an Uber driver with a nice vehicle. If she hadn’t been so careless then she wouldn’t be in this situation but like hell she was going to admit that now.

All the drama and the crying had left her exhausted and she could feel the fight draining out of her. It was crazy to think she could trust Fitz even if something deep in her bones was telling her that she could. When she looked up at him, eyes red and puffy from crying, Ruby nodded. ”Okay,” she relented. What else could she do? A few days hiding out some place was better than being dead but that didn’t mean she wasn’t concerned about it. She didn’t have her phone, having no idea where it had gone. It probably didn’t matter because Fitz would have taken it from her anyway. She had no way of getting into contact with any of her clients and she wondered if anyone would notice when she didn’t show up for work tomorrow. Part of her prayed that none of her clients found themselves in trouble in the few days she was gone.

Ruby pushed herself off of Fitz to stand on her own two feet. She was still shivering slightly from the adrenaline coursing through her. A slightly bitter laugh slipped from her lips. Everyone had told her that she needed to take a vacation and here she was about to take one that she hadn’t planned. ”How do you know they won’t try to kill me even after a few days?” she asked. ”You just said they aren’t the type to just let things go.” So even if Fitz kept her locked away for a week did that mean when she left she was still a target? Ruby might not be in law enforcement but she wasn’t stupid. She knew how these things worked out sometimes and she had become an eye witness. If these people that Fitz worked for came for her what would she do then? Would she have to go into witness protection? Would she have to leave her entire life behind because of it? The thought brought a fresh round of tears to her eyes but she bit down on her lower lip until they abated. Perhaps someone from her office or even one of her clients would report her missing. That would be terrible as well.

Leaning against the vehicle in which she’d just gotten out of, Ruby brought her hands up to her face to wipe beneath her eyes. No doubt her eye makeup was smeared, which she only confirmed when she pulled her hands away to see her fingers were smudged in black. She was sure she looked a right mess. What Ruby wouldn’t give to soak in a hot bath after this horrible day. Realizing she had no purse, no phone, or anything to keep her hands busy, Ruby crossed her arms over her chest. She felt oddly vulnerable without her things.

LONDON E. FITZPATRICK
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Flynn Ryder
Twenty-eight
Superhuman Agility
Career Criminal
Heterosexual
He/ him

played by Kimilicious15 posts • prefers She/ her pronouns
And the lies I weave are oh so intricate
When she'd relented Fitz stopped. He almost immediately asked her come again? but stifled the automatic response. Ruby was clearly distraught and even though he wasn't going to shoulder all the blame for that, it wouldn't kill him to try and show a little empathy here. She pushed herself away from him then and he didn't reach for her. He doubted she was going to make a break for it and really, he didn't want to seem like the bad guy here any more than he already did. A bitter laugh escaped her before she asked the question he'd really been hoping to avoid. Fitz made a face which clearly reflected his thinking on her question. "I'm still workin' it out." He admitted, shrugging his shoulder. When she turned her eyes to him with a look that clearly said something along the lines of what the fuck he put his hands up defensively. "Look, new territory all the way around, alright? I'm gunna get you back to your life and I'll make sure you stay in the land of the living. This is just kind of a delicate situation." Ruby was clearly not impressed with his current plan, but there was little to do about it now. He heaved a sigh, gesturing towards a fire escape on the building to their right. "Chill for right now. Let's get into my place, let me order some pizza or Chinese or something, and then if you wanna lock yourself in the spare room, be my guest." He said moving to said fire escape. He jumped up, snagging the ladder, pulling it down. He gestured for Ruby to head up first; she wasn't looking like she was going to bail, but he wasn't taking any chances either. "Fourth floor. I'll open the window."

She traveled up ahead of him and when they got to his apartment he pulled out a set of keys. There were two padlocks on his barred window and after he'd unlocked them both, he pulled the bars aside and opened it. He scooted Ruby in ahead of him before turning to close the window and pull the bars once more. This time I padlocked them from the inside.

Fitz flipped on a light then, illuminating his small apartment. It wasn't a disaster, but it wasn't exactly tidy either. At least he'd taken the garbage out yesterday so there weren't any pizza boxes laying about or anything like that. He wasn't attempting to impress her by any means, he doubted a career woman from Manhattan would be the least bit impressed with anything he had going on, but still he picked up the few stray pieces of clothes from the floor and sofa. "Sorry, wasn't exactly expecting company." he said as he tossed the articles of clothing into is room. He flipped the light on in the room beside his before he headed for the kitchen. "There's not a lot in there, but I washed the sheets... in recent memory and you can pull the curtains." The tiny window in that room had bars on it as well, though it didn't appear that the window opened at all. Fitz pulled a few menus from a drawer, flipping through them as he leaned against the kitchen counter. "Hungry?" he asked, shaking the stack of menus at her. He'd never been much of a cook, so if she was hungry she was just going to have to find joy in delivery.

The whole situation was surreal and if Fitz let himself think about it, Ruby was the first woman he'd had in his apartment since he'd moved here. Truthfully, she might have been the first person he'd had in his apartment aside from the landlord. He made it a point not to bring people to his place, always wanting the opportunity to leave someone rather than having to toss them out. Plus it never went well when people knew where you lived and could just drop by. He was in the sort of work where when people dropped by it was rarely for something good. He could count on one had the number of people he even remotely trusted and even those people he'd probably toss under the bus if the water got to hot. Not that he felt they wouldn't do the same to him. He'd been in New York a while now, but its underbelly was the same as Chicago. You looked out for you because no one else was going to do it for you. Unfortunately, now he had to look out for not only himself, but Ruby too. This was the sort of situation he'd always actively avoided, primarily by just not getting attached to people. He probably should have just pushed her out of the car at an intersection and ate the few minutes late he'd have been. His pride was one of the things that had caused this problem, not that he was about to admit it to her. His pride and some measure of curiosity too, if he admitted it to himself. He wouldn't of course, but there was something about the blonde woman now standing in the middle of his apartment, staring at him like he had four heads, that he wanted to figure out.

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