Your *Tricks* Won't [Work] On >Me<, Hot Cowboy Flynn! ;D

[Jessie]

"Come on, Bullseye. We can't let him get away!" The deputy sheriff encouraged her loyal steed as she held on to him, the wind blowing back her long red braid as they raced towards their target. Her brother Woody was away on business and Jessie had been left in charge, though he had been hesitant about that. She had assured him she would be fine so off he went. So far things had been pretty quiet, until a troublemaker had arrived in town mere moments ago.

The Pride girl had been tending to Bullseye when suddenly an older woman had come over to her in a panic and told her the bank was being robbed. Well, she definitely wouldn't mind some action after a quiet couple of weeks. "I'll take care of it, ma'am!" She had assured the woman before she had mounted Bullseye and taken off towards the bank, getting there just in time to see the thief run out with his goods and steal a town person's horse. She had shot the back of the dark haired criminal a glare before she had Bullseye start to run after him at full speed.

Luckily, the horse the thief had taken wasn't the fastest, especially if you compared it to Bullseye, who was probably the fastest horse in the West. They were catching up to him quickly and soon, she and Bullseye were right behind him. Jessie took her lasso off of her belt before she lifted it above her head and twirled it, getting some momentum going. She squinted her eyes as she aimed for her target and when she felt it was the right moment, she tossed the rope, getting it right around the bad guy's arms and torso. With a grunt, she pulled back, tightening the grip it had on him and forcing him right off of the horse and to the hard ground below.

The redhead grinned as she had Bullseye come to a halt right beside her future prisoner. She jumped down as she continued to keep a hold of the rope and looked down at the man, who happened to be a little attractive from what she could see. "Howdy there, mister. I believe you've taken something that doesn't belong to you." She stated as she lifted her boot up and nudged his shoulder, wanting him to look at her. "I'm gonna have to take ya into custody."

[Flynn Rider]

It could be said that Flynn liked to move around a lot. It could also be said that Flynn had to move around a lot. He'd seen several parts of the world already, thanks to his running. The thing was, he'd never been caught. Flynn made the mistake of moseying on into a western "ghost town," in which he made the next mistake of believing it would be full of country bumpkins. Bumpkins they were not. While holding up the bank, he made the accident of letting himself be seen.

... And of course, somebody had to recognize him. He was the notorious Flynn Rider, but how did these wanted posters spring up wherever he went?! It was just so unfair. A guy couldn't take a decent vacation around here to save his life. He just happened to wander on into town, and now he was being chased. What did he ever do to these people?

Except rob the bank. Yeah, he was kind of pushing that memory away already. And as quick as he came in, Flynn left the little western town. He hopped a horse, that happened to belong to an angry rancher, and went as fast as its hooves could carry him. Who was chasing him though, was kind of a shock. A woman sheriff? He had NEVER had a woman sheriff chase him. Flynn had never seen a woman sheriff, period. Only men ... but to think of it, maybe this woman sheriff could work to his advantage. You see, Flynn was an excellent charmer, and he had yet to meet a woman immune to his flirtatious glances and smiles.

Flynn's obvious plan was to get away, but without the actual woman seeing his face. Why? Once he got away, it'd be harder to identify him. He supposed law enforcement everywhere was dying to get their hands on him, otherwise, he wouldn't be on this situation.

"C'mon, boy! C'MON!" He encouraged the horse as he kicked its side. He was ready to kick once more, but the large body underneath him was suddenly leaving him. Er, scratch that. He was leaving it. Flynn grasped in mid-air for the animal, screaming as he plopped to the ground. He'd been caught. By a woman.

... He'd never be able to live this down.

He let the shadow of the hat he wore overcast his handsome face. "Custody?" His lips drew to the side in adorable distaste. "You wouldn't take a guy like me into custody, wouldya, red? After all ... I'm just ... " He lifted his head, revealing the rest of his face. "A victim of the system." His drawn lips formed into a smirk; a flirtatious smirk, at that.

[First IC post as Flynnnnn. <3]

[Jessie]

He HAD to be kidding.

Jessie got looks from time to time from the men around here and sometimes if they were brave enough, they would say something to her, trying to play her. Most of the time however, they didn't, mainly because her brother was usually with her when she was up against guys like this and her brother could be pretty scary when he wanted to.

She threw Bullseye an 'is he serious?' look, her brow cocked and her mouth drawn to the side. She brought her gaze back to the man in front of her. He was handsome, she could give him that, but no matter how handsome he was, he couldn't play her just like that. She wasn't one of those girls that would just get weak at the knees because of a guy like this. Not to mention, his nickname for her was extremely unoriginal.

"Uh huh. Right." Jessie gave the rope a nice tug before she stepped back and pulled at it again, "Get onto your feet. You're going to the station. Might as well wipe that look off of your pretty face. Doesn't work on me." She put on her own smirk as she pulled on the rope some more, only tightening the loop that was around him and making him move forward in the dirt. "We can do this the hard way or the easy way. I suggest the latter, because you really don't look like much of a fighter."

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((OOC: Short and sweet, but I really like this thread. XD))

[Flynn Rider]

From then on, Flynn just waited for her to untie him, then +fall at his feet. That was what other women did, after all. Keeping the cocky grin on his face, Flynn's eyebrow twitched. While he loved his expressions, keeping one for too long was making his face sore. And a sore face meant wrinkles, and showing his age was something he didn't feel like dealing with. Flynn decided he'd give her a few minutes to think about her choice; he realized that dealing with him was a touchy spot. She was probably taking her job into consideration, but once she did, she'd be falling all over him. Flynn just needed to give her choice a little time.

Finally, her southern drawl escaped, and Flynn struggled to stand up. "Okay, great. Thanks for letting me go, dollfa--" Then her words sunk in. ... She wasn't letting him go? Why ... wasn't she letting him go? She should have been telling him what he wanted to hear. That's what all the other girls did. What... this was madness! He would have understood if she was a he. After all, guys were a lot tougher to woo. But every woman he'd met just fell down and readied herself to be stepped on. Not in a literal sense, but still ... how unfair was this? What cruel, angry god would inflict this upon Flynn Rider?!

"So you think my face is pretty, huh? We can work with that, red, just gimme--" Flynn cringed as she tightened the rope around his waist, dragging him forward. "OW! You realize this HURTS, right? Just makin' sure, red, or do you really know what pain is? I wouldn't doubt it, especially if you're gonna -- OW! AGAIN! REALLY, RED?" He was obviously offended when she insulted his fighting skills. Red obviously had no idea who she was dealing with. And it wasn't her worst nightmare, that was for sure. With a discouraged huff, Flynn lifted his head to her. He'd get himself out of this mess, after she took him to the jailhouse. "Alright, alright. You caught me. Let's get goin'," He spoke, signifying that she had his permission to cart him to jail. Like she needed it ...

[Jessie]

"Alright, alright. You caught me. Let's get goin',"

A smirk sat comfortably on Jessie's lips as she kept her emerald eyes on the bandit. "That's what I thought." She looked over at Bullseye and nodded to him before they started to make their way back to town. Fortunately, Flynn hadn't gotten very far, so it wasn't much of a walk. It was too close for her to bother trying to get him or herself on the horse without letting go of the rope. She just wasn't going to chance it, though she doubted the dark haired man would make it very far when she had Bullseye.

Jessie was sure the suave guy would try something on her again. It was just a matter of time. He would flirt, be way too over confident, and continue to act like she should fall at this feet. Sadly, for him, she wasn't very much like the girls he had encountered in the past. She knew of men like that, she knew of them well in fact, and it wasn't like she was going to fall for it again. He was just going to have to serve his time. Seeing him try though was going to be mighty entertaining.

Soon enough, they got to the police station, which was empty due to there being no prisoners in the cells and no twin brother of hers doing any of the boring work or taking a nap. She tied up her loyal stallion and gave him a sugar cube before she pulled the criminal into the building, able to feel many a citizen's gaze on her and her 'prize', but she paid no mind to them. Once inside, she kicked the door closed with her boot before she slammed the thief right up against the wall, certainly hard enough to hurt, "Just so ya know, mister, the name's Jessie Pride. Sheriff Deputy of Osage Hills and the roughest, toughest cowgirl in the West. Ya got that? I'm not easily toyed with." If possible, the crimson haired girl tightened the lasso's hold on him, sure to leave marks in his arms by the time it came off.

"I suppose I should ask what you're name is, though I'm sure I can already guess." She and her brother had both heard of the infamous Flynn Rider from what he had done in other cities, but they had never had to worry about him, until now. She wondered how bummed her brother was going to be when he found out that she had gotten the chance to take care of him all by herself.

[Flynn Rider]

Flynn's captor's smirk stayed present as she hauled him off to the itty bitty jailhouse in the thriving western town. Oh, she thought she was so skilled. Hmph. That just irritated him more and more, and it was mostly because he had time to think about it. That ride lasted for what felt like forever. He'd occasionally meet the eyes of a pretty girl, and Flynn made sure to give off that sympathetic bad boy look as they passed. He was the victim in all of this! And that mean old sheriff- ... ette was trying to cart him off for no real reason. How unfair. He especially had to make sure he got the citizens on his side; maybe the "warden" would show a little bit of mercy if others believed he was innocent. He gave a small wave to the pretty blonde, with a sad frown to indicate how "pure" he really was.

"Just so ya know, mister, the name's Jessie Pride. Sheriff Deputy of Osage Hills and the roughest, toughest cowgirl in the West. Ya got that? I'm not easily toyed with."

As she spoke, her lasso squeezed him even tighter. He felt like a frog at the mercy of a curious child. "OW! And just so YOU know," The first part of his sentence was structured like her own for a reason. "... that really, really hurts!" He cried out, strain impacting his vocal cords. It wasn't like he was faking it. Once the squeezing was done, the thief rolled his eyes. "Yeah, yeah, I'm sure you know me. Infamous Flynn Rider. Notorious thief. Yadda, yadda, yadda, okay, Red, now that we know each other, how 'bout you untie me and get me into that nice lookin' cell over there? It looks oh-so-comfortable, and I just can't WAIT to get inside!" He spoke with mock enthusiasm. But part of it was real; after all, the sooner she put him in there, the faster he could get out. No girl would trap Flynn Rider in a cell!

[Jessie]

"Oh, the infamous Flynn Rider can't take a little pain?" Jessie spat, rolling her eyes. This guy liked to think he was impressive, but he was just a wannabe. He was just a lucky punk who thought he could get away with so much, and that he was just so great, when he was no better than the next schmuck. It took a lot to impress the cowgirl, and Mr. Rider here sure wasn't cutting it. So, just to be spiteful, she made the lasso as tight as she possibly could, enough to leave bruises if she kept it in such a state for a certain amount of time. Fortunately for him, she only held it for a moment.

"Hold your horses. You'll get in the cell." With a grunt of effort (Though she was strong, Flynn was heavy in comparison to her), she pulled him towards the cell and pulled open the door, pushing him inside. She let go of the lasso (So if he didn't catch himself, he'd stumble into the hard cell wall), and swiftly closed the barred door, locking it securely with one of the keys from the ring on her belt. "I don't trust you." The redhead spoke up again as she grabbed a pair of handcuffs from the surface of her brother's desk. She turned back to the cocky thief and gestured for him to come to the door, "I ain't making this easy on you." The look in her emerald eyes basically screamed that if he didn't comply, she would have to use force. She could only hope he didn't think he could take her.

[Flynn Rider]

He was more anxious to get out of the lasso than anything. It hurt! From now on, he would keep a tiny, sharp knife on hand. It would be extremely helpful in these situations, but then again, he wasn’t sure how many people would go so far as to actually trap him in a lasso. Flynn mumbled under his breath as he staggered into the rotten, cold cell, and rolled his eyes. Yeah, she didn’t trust him. She was the one using blatant force on the criminals she caught. Whatever happened to a reading of his rights? Something? Anything?

“Cuffs? Really? ‘S not like I’m going anywhere…” He was lying, of course, as he would think of a plan as soon as she left his sight. Still, with a bratty moan, Flynn slumped to the door, and held out his wrists through the tiny gap between the bars, letting them dangle as he waited for the girl to slap the cuffs on him. What happened next, Flynn wasn’t sure about. It all happened so quickly, and it wasn’t like he did this with his supposed plan in mind. One cuff was linked around his right wrist, the other about to go around the left. He wasn’t sure what made him do so, but for some reason, Flynn jerked his arm up, almost hitting the redhead in the face with the free cuff, but instead of slapping her, the cold metal landed around her own free wrist.

Oh boy. He’d be in deep trouble for this. For now, though, he was busy jerking their chained arms through the bars, as though it was going to break with a little bit of force. Luckily, they chained through the door jam, so they would be able to get out without the problem of being wrapped between two bars. “Pleeeeeeeeeeeease tell me you have the key.” Flynn wasn’t sure if he could handle being chained to this babe. She’d already gotten on his nerves enough as it was.

[Jessie]

“Cuffs? Really? ‘S not like I’m going anywhere…”

"Oh, sure, that's what they all say." You couldn't take your chances with crooks, especially sly ones like the one in front of her. She didn't want to risk him escaping. She had to take her precautions.

Of course, the nitwit had to cause trouble. Jessie got the one cuff around him, and he attempted to have the opposite cuff smack her in the face. In her attempt to move out of the way, the cuff fell upon her wrist, the force causing the cuff to close and lock on her, attaching them together. Oh, this was just peachy. "Hey! Whaddaya do that for?!" She shouted as she attempted to pull the chain at the same time as he did, but it was really no use. She huffed and grabbed the key to the cell door, unlocking and opening it so that they could roam freely.

“Pleeeeeeeeeeeease tell me you have the key.”

"Course I do." Jessie answered as she dragged him out of the cell by the chain of the cuffs, peeved he would think she didn't. She went right to the draw of Woody's desk where he usually kept the key to the cuffs, only to find that they weren't there. Her eyes widened, panicked slowly starting to set in, but she didn't let Rider see it as she went to next draw and rummaged through it. She eventually went through the whole desk, and the key could not be found. "No, Woody, please tell me you didn't take it." She groaned, getting down on her hands and knees, dragging Flynn down with her in the process, in order to see if it was on the floor.

There was a distinct possibility (In fact, it was looking extremely likely right now) that Woody had taken the cuffs' key in order to keep her from going after criminals herself. He had warned her beforehand not to do it, and of course, she had disobeyed. Could he blame her? She wasn't about to let someone as troublesome as Flynn Rider get away just like that.

"Rotten rattlesnakes! It's gone!" She popped back up onto her feet, the back of her hands resting on her hips as she surveyed the floor, hoping she'd see a glint of metal, but it was to no avail. "Now we're stuck together." She muttered, glancing over at her prisoner, "Happy now?" She asked bitterly, since after all, it was his fault.