[M] The Return (Mary Sue and Falcon Red)

[Falcon Red]

Rated M for mature content: language, violence, and intense themes

Racing through the streets, completely aware of the small mob following close behind angrily. How things had come to this scale was beyond Rem's understanding. All he wanted was an overpriced rock, a paperweight the size of his head so to speak. His fathers birthday was coming up, a respected archeaologist. These types of things made him happy, but Rem didn't have the money. He had his own interests.

His interests mainly being the very thing that was coming up in his site at that moment. Until then it had been pure luck that the mob hadn't caught up to him. From the moment that he stole the rock, the chase started with the vendors husband chasing him. Soon after, other vendors joined the chase, shouting accusations of other thievery he had committed. It was such a nice day at the market, why couldn't this one thing go his way?

Rem's eyes focused on his car as it grew into view. He willed himself to speed up just a little faster, taking out his keys using the remote to unlock it. He opened the door, getting in, letting the stone drop into his passenger seat, at the same time turning the key starting the engine. He hit the gas speeding forward, closing the door and buckling up at the same time. He looked up into the mirror and saw as the mob stopped and watched him drive off in his deceptively colored Dodge Stratus. In some lights it looked to be a dark blue, in others, an off purple sort.

Grinning at the road before him, he turned his head to take a look at his prize. It was a large oval shaped stone the color of a dark blue. Unlike any stone he was used to. Smooth and seemingly perfect, he knew he had found something good. Too bad he had spend his money in the new tires he needed to buy to replace the worn out ones, leaving him with too little for the stone. So he sped, away from the town, leading to the outskirts.

[Mary Sue]

Clarista sat against her parked bike on the outskirts of the city. The blazing summer sun turned the landscape into a backdrop of shimmering mirages. It had been hours since Clarista stopped fretting about her hair under the heat and humidity, and she felt herself smacking her dry lips constantly despite the plentiful water on hand. But even more so, more than the heat and the humidity and her thirst, she was bored. Even the dancing mirages proved no more entertainment.

So she sighed, and decided to check her phone.

No sooner had she opened her inbox to check her messages, had a car roared down the road past her, sending a cloud of dirt and dust up in its wake. With her adrenaline suddenly pumping, Clarista swung herself onto her bike and flipped the switch that set off her sirens and lights. She pushed on the clutch, revved the engine, and the police bike sped off after the car.

[Falcon Red]

Rem raced by. The speed meant nothing to him, it was all about the accelleration, but every car has it's limit and this ones was was 110. Rem was never comfortable pushing the car much passed that limit, always seemed illogical to do so. Even so, it was way over the designated speed, and he soon saw the flashing of lights behind him. Normally, he would have kept going, made a couple choice turns, but this was a motorcycle cop. Motorcycles were easily faster than his car, so he slowed his vehicle down to a stop and pulled off to the side. He wasn't worried about the stone, he was well away from the town center by now, there was no ways she knew he had done such a thing. At least he figured not.

Rem rolled down his window and propped his arm on the center console of the car, the other in his lap relaxing back into the seat, trying to relax the adrenaline that was coursing through his blood. Adrenaline mixed with a bit of uneasiness with the cop right there wasn't a good idea at the time. Would make him suspicious, or worse, might make him jump the gun and speed off in the middle of her talking to him. With one last movement, he switched off his radio and once again leaned back into the seat waiting for the officer.

[Mary Sue]

As the car slowed down and pulled over, Clarista slowed to a stop behind it and parked her bike once more. She climbed off and walked over to the car where she peered in at the man leaning as casually as possible against the window.

"Fine day for a race, huh? You leave your opponent in the dust?" She pushed up her aviator sunglasses as they slid down her nose, and held out a gloved hand to receive his papers.

"License and registration, Hot Wheels," she said.

Though her motorcycle had AFP painted on the side of it, her voice didn't carry the hint of Australian accent that was common with the region. Still, one couldn't argue with the badge proudly displayed on her chest. The policewoman shifted into a more comfortable standing position as she waited for the man to give her his papers, but her face showed no impatience. Anything was better than sitting around: even a stupid speeding ticket.

((Totally don't know if that's the right police department to use, but it's a real one. ))

[Falcon Red]

Rem stared with a slight bit of shock at the accent before sighing and reaching into the glove compartment for his registration. "Did I do something wrong officer?" He asked though there was no hiding the speed he was going. He handed her the papers before feeling an itch at the base of his skull. He scratched at his head, though it didn't help. After a couple seconds of fruitless scratching, it went away.

The young man looked the officer up and down, checking out what he could of her body. The uniform fit her well, but didn't show off enough of her curves he felt. He turned his head forward to look out the windshield to play off that he wasn't checking her out as he didn't feel it would help his case any. The last thing he wanted on this ticket was an attached sexual harassment suit. Rem blinked out the windshield before the nagging at the base of his head started up again. He continued to scratch when he heard a voice call "look here!" His head snapped over to where he felt the voice come from, the passenger seat, but saw no one but the stone. He noticed the nagging had stopped again and began to feel slightly alarmed hoping he didn't imagine the voice.

"Did you hear that?" He asked the cop.

[Mary Sue]

Clarista paused in her writing for a second to glance at Rem. Her pencil drooped as she switched her focus to listen to whatever it was that Rem was listening to. After a moment she shook her head and went back to writing.

"I don't hear a thing." She said and ripped the brand new ticket out of her booklet with a flick of her wrist. She handed it to Rem, then leaned against the car and removed her reflective glasses so that her green eyes were staring into the man's.

"Next time you want to speed, wait until you're in the outback alright? Less cops out there." She pointed at the bottom of the ticket. Where a number was scribbled in the corner.
"That's the number to the primary hospital, if you wanna get your ears checked," She said. Clarista smiled and the slight sunburn on her fair skinned cheeks looked like blush. She slid her glasses back over her eyes so that Rem would only see his reflection.
"Have a good day," she said, and walked to her bike. In one skilled motion she swung her leg over her motorcycle and roared the beast to life. The bike swung around sharply, kicking up a cloud of rusty dirt, and then the trail billowed up behind her as Clarista sped back towards her post.

[Falcon Red]

Rem shook his head and accepted the ticket with out much argument. He felt a strange feeling welling up inside his gut. When the officer pointed out the number the the primary health specialist, he nodded and looked back up at her. "Thanks." was all he said before she left him. He stared at the ticket then at the stone. He couldn't have been hearing things, no the voice seemed to be in his own mind, but that wasn't possible. He put the ticket in his sun visor and sped off again.

The nagging in Rem's mind started up a couple more times on the drive, but nothing too distracting. When he got there, rather then look for his dad, the young man covered the stone in a jacket he had in his back seat and went upstairs tossing it on his bed. He walked back to his car looked at the ticket again. "Oh hell no!"" He said before getting in and speeding off to the police department. When he arrived he walked up to the counter asking to speak to Officer Clarista.

[Mary Sue]

Clarista was back in her street clothes, ready to start her weekend off, and she spotted Rem at the counter of the police station. She strolled over with her hands in the back pockets of her tight black skinny jeans, and titled her head to the side.

"Hey, Hotwheels," She said, and when she saw his expression she lifted an eyebrow, "is something wrong?"

((Sorry for the short post. Also, is it ok if Clarista already has her Eldunari, but only recently got it?))

[Falcon Red]

Rem turned at the sound of a familiar female voice. He was slightly shocked to see her in street clothes, but didn't allow it to phase him. He made his way to stand in front of her bringing the ticket up between them, looking at the blacks of her eyes to make his determination notable.

"What the hell is this ticket? I mean c'mon, who hangs out that far from town on a day like this? Who has the time to clock people going a tiny bit over?!" He asked aggressively but holding a calm demeanor.

Rem stood in front of the officer wearing a nice pair of bootcut jeans, and a short sleeve button down white shirt, buttoned up half way. The opening revealing a black underarmor shirt. Black, lace-less dress shoes were on his feet. The whole look together giving him a laid-back sort of importance, as if from a richer family.

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Rem turned at the sound of a familiar female voice. He was slightly shocked to see her in street clothes, but didn't allow it to phase him. He made his way to stand in front of her bringing the ticket up between them, looking at the blacks of her eyes to make his determination notable.

"What the hell is this ticket? I mean c'mon, who hangs out that far from town on a day like this? Who has the time to clock people going a tiny bit over?!" He asked aggressively but holding a calm demeanor.

Rem stood in front of the officer wearing a nice pair of bootcut jeans, and a short sleeve button down white shirt, buttoned up half way. The opening revealing a black underarmor shirt. Black, lace-less dress shoes were on his feet. The whole look together giving him a laid-back sort of importance, as if from a richer family.

[Mary Sue]

Clarista took a step back and pulled her hands out of her pockets, but didn't lift her arms.

"Calm down, hotwheels! I sit where I'm told to sit, and a little bit over? If you were going a little bit over, then my cousin's the kid of a Kangaroo! I'm not revoking the ticket." She waved her gloved hands in between them.

"Forget it."

She twitched, then shook her head and walked past Rem.

"I'm off, and the report's already been filed. Just pay the fine. You look like you can afford it, despite that mess of a car you drive."

She grabbed a motocycle helmet off the front desk as she passed Rem and slipped it over her mess of red hair as she walked out the door.