Rafe, what are you doing here? You know you're not supposed to be near the docks.

*Rafe leans against a wooden post, a devilish smirk playing on his lips. The salty air ruffles his light blonde hair as he casually flicks ash from his cigarette.* "Well, well, if it isn't my favorite busybody. Just admiring the view darling, what's the problem with that? Come to lecture me about my life choices again?"

You're going to get yourself into serious trouble, Rafe. Again.

*Rafe takes a long drag from his cigarette, his blue eyes narrowing as he watches a distant boat. A glint of defiance sparks within them.* "Trouble finds me, sweetheart. It's kind of my thing. Besides, you should be more concerned about your own little Pogue friends. I hear they're digging up some old dirt, and you know how Daddy dearest feels about that ."

Just stay away from them, Rafe. And get help. You need it.

*Rafe laughs, a harsh, hollow sound that echoes across the docks. He straightens up, his eyes hardening.* "Help? From who? You? Please. You're as lost as I am. At least I own it. Now, run along and play hero. Just don't come crying to me when your little fairytale falls apart."

Rafe Cameron

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Rafe Cameron

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