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[Carter Jared Randolph]

When he had Bonnie at his side, Carter felt invincible. He felt, even now, like they could go out and take over the world, just because they wanted to. They could do whatever the hell they wanted, because they were Bonnie and Clyde, goddammit! Everyone knew their names! They didn't even have to be alive, and they were practically the greatest criminals in the history of the United States of America. Some of the most well-known, at least, if not the most well-known. After all, who hadn't heard of Bonnie and Clyde? It was kind of funny, almost, that one notable difference between Clyde in his first life and Carter Randolph. The only thing, other than his taste in the perfect temperature, that had differed in the two of them was that everyone had known who Clyde was, and Carter was a nobody. Well, not exactly a nobody. Everyone at Riverdale knew his name. But being famous at Riverdale, at a boarding school, that was nothing compared to what he had had before. Back in his glory days, Clyde had had it all. The man had everything he'd ever wanted. Fame, fortune, and a beautiful girl at his side. Granted, two of those weren't exactly legit, as the fortune had been illegally obtained and his fame wasn't gained in the way most people go about it. But the beautiful woman at his side, no. She was his. He was hers. Clyde, though he'd been a total charmer, hadn't thought that he'd ever fall in love. But it had happened, and now it had happened again.

Or was still happening. They had just been apart, right? For... a few years... A little longer of a break than what was the usual for most couples, but they weren't exactly your typical couple. They had been criminals, legit partners in crime, on the run from the law. They'd been killed, and even death couldn't keep them apart. They had found each other again. Really, it must just be fate, excluding the Anglo-Saxon British history ramble. How else would two people, out of the 72143823649 billion in the world, have managed to run into each other in North Carolina, of all places? It wasn't a particularly spectacular place. It was hot. It could be eight o'clock at night, you step out of the airport, and it's over ninety degrees. Miserable. It's not even supposed to get over ninety degrees any time, or anywhere, for that matter. Eighty was the limit. Everyone should know that. Being from Detroit, Carter never enjoyed that hot weather. He preferred a nice, solid fifty-six degrees. It didn't get any better than that. Unless, of course, it was mid-December and school was being called off because of a fourteen-inch snowstorm. Not that Carter would probably be going to school anyway, of course, but that wasn't the point. The weather was. God, Carter couldn't wait until the moment he could get out of here... Maybe that would be soon, now that he had Bonnie back at his side. They could run off together, and who would care? To the rest of the world they were just another two stupid teenagers, dumb and in love.

But Carter and Natalia knew that they weren't just another couple of stupid teenagers. They were old souls. Hell, they didn't even belong here. But for now, the best place that they would be able to belong? In each other's arms, at some shithole of a hotel, making love for the first time in all these years. That was honestly all Clyde wanted right now. He had missed her so much... And naturally, that was the only thing on his mind while she told him about wanting to rid the world of the cops. A soft frown came to his face as he listened to her. Well, he wasn't going to tell her no... Hell, he would do anything for his Bonnie, and she knew that just as well as he did. If she wanted help with ridding the world of them, well, then Clyde was going to be right there at her side. It wasn't like he hadn't killed before. But nevertheless, there was still a frown on his face as he replied. "Okay," he simply said after a moment of hesitation. "We'll..." Goddammit, for once in his life, Carter didn't know what to say! "We'll get rid of them. I promise." And whether he wanted to or not, he meant that. He could never lie to Bonnie. His frown faded quickly as she kissed the edge of his tattoo, and his skin erupted in goosebumps at her light touch. And then she moved to his earlobe, and damn, this would be where he put the little hearts. Before he knew it, they were in the car, and damn, this driving to wherever they were going business was going to be pretty difficult. He didn't want to wait. This would be unbearable. Especially when he glanced over to see the skirt slide up her leg, and he almost painfully turned his head back to look through the windshield, breathing deeply and slowly as he turned on the car and pulled quickly out of the parking lot, squealing the tires. Yeah, so he was in a hurry. Can you blame him?

WORDS! nine oh two
TAGGED! BONNIE PARKER!
OUTFIT! ...hahah.
LYRICS! i should tell you, rent obc
NOTES! my laziness knows no bounds. OMG was on the radio and i didn't get up to change it, just bitched about it. p.s. i enjoy the word erupted.
CREDIT! KENNATRONIC @ caution 2.0

[Natalia Anne Kruske]

sick of all the insincere
so i'm gonna give all my secrets away

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Natalia was determined to be better than before. Bonnie and Clyde were infamous, but Natalia and Carter would be worse. They would attack with a vengance. Or...she would, at least. They would rob more than your Mom & Pop stores. They would be professional con artists. And this time, Natalia wouldn't hesitate to add murderers to their résumé. This time around, they would surpass their previous infamy. Bonnie and Clyde would look like Team Rocket in comparison to Natalia and Carter.

And they would build their new legacy on the murders of cops. Natalia wanted to murder hundreds, thousands of police officers. Maybe she could even wipe out every cop in America with Carter. That would be absolutely amazing. She didn't even see it as a far fetched hope. It could happen. It would happen. She and Carter could do anything. Carter would do anything to please her. Right now, the death of police officers was pleasing. So he would join her in the killings. There was no argument and she knew it. Perhaps it was wrong of her to take advantage of him like that, however...sometimes you got to do what you've got to do. Talia felt like this is what she had to do. It was her calling to rid the world of cops, both crooked and good. You could never trust a police officer. They were just was bad, if not worse, that the criminals they put away.

She was so focused on this goal to get rid of police officers, she didn't notice the frown on his face. And even if she had, she probably would have ignored it. She was so focused on this aspiration that something trivial, such as Carter's disapproval or worry, would not phase her. She didn't notice his hesitation before he answered with what she wanted to hear, "Okay," Her grin was as wide and has evil as American McGee's Cheshire Cat. "We'll...We'll get rid of them. I promise."

"Thank you," She said. Had this been on instant messenger, there would be lots of hearts following that 'thank you'. "Oh, thank you!" She threw her arms around his neck, hugging him tightly, "I love you so much, Clyde."

She would get her way, yet.

And in return, he would have his way. There was no need for Talia to make love (though that's not to say she didn't want to lay naked underneath Carter, feeling every inch of him), but if he was doing her a favor, she only saw it right to return the favor un to him. They would, no doubt, find a hotel and make up love until the sun came up. She was looking forward to it. Apparently, so was he. Talia laughed as he pulled out tired squealing. Letting her dress slide a little further up her leg, she seductively said, "I'm eager too, Clyde. It's been a long time. A very long time. I want it as badly as you do."

Though, since he was a guy, he probably wanted it move than she.

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WORD COUNT: 512
LYRICS USED: secrets - one republic
LISTENING TO: pierce the veil
COMMENTS: this is complete and utter shit. i apologize

[Carter Jared Randolph]

It was the worst feeling in the world, missing someone. It was one thing, furthermore, to be simply separated from that person, but completely more, an otherworldly pain, to not know for sure if they even exist anymore, if they're even alive, if they're even out there. You didn't know if you were ever going to see that person again, just that it was the only thing you wanted, needed, in life. And Clyde needed Bonnie. Without her, he wasn't even Clyde. He wasn't even half of the C in his name. Hell, he wasn't even the & symbol. He needed her to function, he needed her to live. No one had ever heard of Clyde Barrow before he united with Bonnie Parker. He had been a nobody, another nameless poor boy from the south that wasn't going to get anywhere in life. And he wouldn't have, if it hadn't been for Bonnie. The bond, the relationship, that had sprung up between them all those years ago, htere was no real way to even describe it. It had brought them into today's world, and it had brought them together again.

And now that they were together again... there was no tearing them apart. It had been a sign. It was meant to be. It was like they had been told, now, since they'd found each other, that this was how it was meant to be. And they weren't going to have any problem with that at all. Hell, they didn't even need the sign, because they would have been inseparable anyway. From this moment onward, they were never going to be apart, not for more than five seconds. Maybe when they went to the bathroom. Probably not even then. Carter, at least, wouldn't have a problem with following Bonnie into the girls' room, as long as he could beat the shit out of anyone that saw him. And if there were girls in there... he'd force them not to tell. He'd make them swear. After all, he couldn't just beat the fuck out of girls, especially defenseless girls... He may have been an indifferent bitch most of the time, but that didnt' mean he didn't at least have some morals... They just weren't that strong, that was all. The only morals Carter really had were, as he'd said, not to beat girls, and the code of ethics that existed between criminals. Kind of like in high school, how no one likes a snitch, and you'll unspeakingly stick up for another kid and not tell if they're texting in class or warn them if crazy teachers start collecting I <3 Boobies bracelets out of nowhere. That was probably one of the strongest things that Carter had brought along with him from his former life.

Technically, Carter had really brought everything with him from his former life, because he was his former life. He was, unspeakingly, Clyde Barrow. They were two and the same. Two in one, you could say. The main differences? Physical appearance, and damn, he wasn't bad-looking this time around, if I do say so myself. No one could deny that. The legit Clyde Barrow, the first time around, couldn't have been bad-looking either, but it was true, Carter seemed to attract a lot more attention from the ladies this time around. Maybe because during the nineteen thirties, no one needed another poor boy, another nobody. This time, in Riverdale, he was so... superior. There was something about him, the way he kept to himself and seemed so mysterious... It attracted women. But he had eyes for only one lady, and that lady was next to him in his car right now, making herself more and more irresistible by the minute. He had pretty much already completely forgotten agreeing that they would rid the world of the cops, how she'd seemed thrilled, completely overjoyed, when he told her he'd help. Well of course he'd help. She knew that. He'd do anything for her. It was just the way it worked; he was the man, and he had to please his lady. Just the way she had to please him... Granted, the way Carter wanted to be pleased, Bonnie would be getting some pretty good pleasure out of it too. The way she spoke... it just made him drive faster. But every time he glanced over and saw that skirt moving up her leg, it made him want to just pull over. He drove at speeds... well, probably of over hundred miles an hour, but it was only a matter of minutes before he started braking, pulling onto an old dirt road. How cliche. He didn't speak as he drove for a few moments down the road, then pulled off onto another road, leading them into a forest-looking sort of place. He pulled off to the side of the path and parked his car, and looked over at Bonnie again, this time letting his eyes rest on her for longer than two seconds. He couldn't make it.

WORDS! eight thirty-five
TAGGED! BONNIE PARKER!
OUTFIT! ...hahah.
LYRICS! i should tell you, rent obc
NOTES! when i get bored in study hall
CREDIT! KENNATRONIC @ caution 2.0

[Natalia Anne Kruske]

sick of all the insincere
so i'm gonna give all my secrets away

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magine living your whole life, knowing you weren’t really…you. It’s a hard thing to explain but Natalia felt it. She knew that odd feeling of not really having your body…but, really borrowing it until your real body comes along. It wasn’t unusual for Natalia to feel that way. Most - if not all - reincarnites felt exactly that way. But then they get enlightened about their past and everything’s okay again. Well, Natalia wasn’t like that. She wasn’t as lucky as the others. She felt like half of a life was inside of her and when she finally figured out who she was, that great loneliness only intensified. She didn’t feel any comforting enlightenment. She just felt worse. Her other half was missing. Her Clyde was gone. Without him, who was she really? Without him, all she would be was another hard-working, fatherless poor girl from Rowena Texas, destined to do nothing more than make a lot of babies and iron clothes.

But with him, she was much more than that. She was strong. She was daring. She was dangerous. Above all, Bonnie was loved. She was loved by a (in her opinion) wonderful, handsome man. She knew she was lucky.

No one ever expected a girl like her to find love. She was expected to never marry. However, she was expected to get up multiple times, not knowing who the father of her bastard children were. She’d have four kids at a minimum. However, if she did marry, she was expected to marry (settle for, really…marriage was an act of love) an asshole. He’d be in a constant state of drunken rage and hit her constantly. He’d hate her and his children and only use her for sexual favors (whether she wanted it or not) and to make him sandwiches. He’d be a sexist, useless lump of a man. He’d constantly be in and out of a job and it would be all on her to get the family food and if her kids were lucky, perhaps a bag of sweets for Christmas. Her husband would mercilessly beat her, no doubt, and threaten to murder her if she left him.

Then there was Clyde. He would never do any of that. He’d never hit her, or any other girl. He’d never dream of laying a hand on her unless it was a playful spank or a loving caress. He'd never force her to do anything she didn't want to with him. He’d pull his weight and bring money in. And though he did enjoy his beer, he wouldn’t be a town drunk. And as far as kids go? Bonnie was pretty sure he wanted them.

Back in the good old days of the 1930s, they’d talked about getting married and having a few babies. That was only a dream then, since they were killed off. But now? It could be a reality. That is, if he still wanted it. She knew she did. She wanted to have a daughter with him. A pretty, little baby girl with blue eyes that she could dress up and make adorable, yet teacher her how to be a complete bad ass like her father. Having kids, though, would hopefully be in the future and Bonnie was pretty sure that if he ever knocked her up, he’d probably be excited for a baby. He could never hate anything that she did or that came from her.

She knew he would did anything to please her and though she didn’t try to, she had to admit that sometimes she did take advantage of that fact. But it wasn’t one sided. Clyde pleased her through his actions, but she returned the pleasure through her body. And she knew that drove him wild.

She smirked as she watched him speed, but raised an eyebrow as he veered off to a dirt road. Just to tease him, she leaned over and kissed his neck gently. Finally they came to a stop by a wooded area. Talia looked around at the scenery before looking at Carter with a smirk. “Here, Clyde?” She asked, “You want me here?”

It didn’t matter to her. She was just teasing him. She didn’t care if he’d taken her to a sketchy alley. She wanted him as much as he desired for her.

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WORD COUNT: 745
LYRICS USED: secrets - one republic
LISTENING TO: Kiwi - Maroon 5
COMMENTS: meow meow

[Carter Jared Randolph]

There may have been other things on his mind right now, but Carter seriously wondered what was going to happen with the two of them now that they’d found each other again. Would they ditch school right now, and return to the life of crime that seemed like it had just been put on pause? Or would they just finish high school first? They were both seniors, after all. They didn’t have much longer to go, and senior year sure went fast. Well, that was if you weren’t Carter. It seemed to drag for him. School always did. Everything did, when he didn’t have Bonnie with him. So basically, his entire life, all his eighteen years, up to this point had dragged for him. The past few years had been consumed purely with thoughts of her, worries about her, anything that had to do with Bonnie Parker. It was like he was a heroin addict separated from his drug of choice, only thirty times worse. He wanted to find Bonnie again worse than anyone had wanted anything in the world, and he wasn’t exaggerating. Hell, he didn’t want her back, he needed her. It was like living without his lungs. And lungs are pretty important.

But now that he had Bonnie back? What were they going to do? Well, whatever Bonnie wanted to do, obviously. Clyde would follow her to the ends of the earth. No matter what she wanted of him, he would do it, undoubtedly. She didn’t even have to ask. Just like how she’d known that he was going to say yes when she told him about her desire, her need, to kill the police. Obviously Carter would say yes. First of all, there was the fact that he had killed before and he knew that there were crooked cops out there ¬– they’d been killed by some, goddammit! But secondly, the main reason, was obviously Talia. She could have wanted to kill all the priests in the world and he would do it, just because of her. He not only had to make her happy, but he wanted to. A happy Bonnie was a happy Clyde, right?

And a happy Clyde was a happy Bonnie. Both of them, Carter knew, were in for the night of their lives. Their first night reunited, their first night together again in all these years. God, how he had missed her. Once Carter had learned that he was Clyde Barrow and the remaining memories flooded back and made sense, he naturally remembered his times with Bonnie the best. Times in particular like the ones they were about to have tonight. Clyde didn’t think it was even possible for anyone to love another person as much as he loved Bonnie. He had never cared about anybody more, and no one else in the world had either. No one else in the world probably had this much lust, either. Carter may have gone out and partied a lot, but he was never with other women, and let’s just say that it had been a while. And the way Natalia was making herself look right now… Damn, Clyde had never wanted Bonnie more. It was just like old times again, after all. They were the same people. The same two young lovers. A smirk slowly made its way onto Carter’s face as she spoke. Yes, of course, he wanted her here. He had wanted her back in the school parking lot. He didn’t speak as he began to crawl over the seat and onto her, pushing her body back against the seat and letting his hands explore under her clothing. He leaned in and kissed her neck, his hand reaching down and pulling the lever to drop the seat back. And he just smirked more as he started taking off her clothes. It was going to be the best night of his life.

WORDS! six forty-nine
TAGGED! BONNIE PARKER!
OUTFIT! ...hahah.
LYRICS! i should tell you, rent obc
NOTES! it shouldn’t be legal for me to take this long to do a simple reply
CREDIT! KENNATRONIC @ caution 2.0