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Post by projectekertest33 on Mar 8, 2017 8:46:29 GMT
Reynolds heaved a sigh of relief as the crazy ladies left the bar two in handcuffs and one out the window. Ambulances had been called for the more seriously injured bikers and the others were being told to walk it off. One of the uniforms had tried to arrest Maggie till Reynolds set him straight not that he was expecting much gratitude considering he was arresting her staff. Turning to Jack he said "You fucking happy shiny-boy? You any idea how much paperwork this shit is gonna be? Powereds being involved means extra fucking forms and I do not need that..." With a groan he left the building planning to ride along with the squad cars to the station.
About an hour later: Reynolds was making himself a cup of coffee (irish of course) when he almost walked into Bub. Bub was an old officer and the mail-man for the station also the Kovac's eyes and ears in the force the city might only pay him minimum wage but the Kovacs could afford to be generous and the mail-men heard every bit of gossip in the station. "I here those two butches you brought in might have been the ones who wasted some of our mutual friends, that true?" Reynolds looked him in the eyes hiding his feelings. "Not sure yet Bub my fucking robot of a new partner says so but he's just some sparkling shit who doesn't know how things work yet." Bub sniffed. "Well you better find out quick Reynolds boss is getting angry and somebody's gotta die for this..." Bub walked away leaving the implicit threat hanging in the air. Reynolds swore under his breath it was gonna be almost impossible to frame Ned for this now! Fucking shiny-boy! The only bright-side was he'd managed to talk Jack into doing the paperwork while he interrogated the subjects. He walked up to the desk-sergeant. "Where are the suspects?" "Separate interrogation rooms like you said Detective and we've got armed guards on the doors the boys are nervous after what they saw in the bar." "They fucking should be! Give me the file on Garrick I'll take a crack at her first let the others stew a little."
Entering Interrogation Room 1 Reynolds quickly checked Garrick was wearing the special super-strong cuffs they kept around for use against powered before taking a seat and opening her file in such a way that only he could see it. "Cleo Garrick, twenty-two spent a few years on the street suspected of multiple counts of burglary, carjacking and occasionally prostitution, well suppose there's gotta be some sick fucks who like to bang chicks that can literally break them in half. Finally convicted for theft and GBH sentenced to a year-and-a-half in prison, wow that's light even for first-offence you blow the judge or something? Released into civilian life no problems with the law since until of course today." He snapped the file closed. "So you fancy a little trip back to the slammer see some old friends maybe? I'm sure there's somebody who's been missing you at shower time." He lent back in his chair drinking a mouthful of coffee. This was Reynold's opening interrogation method, make them angry and afraid that way they were more likely to slip up.
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Post by DodoDestroyer on Mar 8, 2017 9:09:37 GMT
Cleo sits in the chair and just watches Reynolds carefully as he reads from her file. She feels a sting of nostalgia, the terrible kind. Those days were the roughest she ever experienced. She lost her home, her chance at ever making it to college and worst of it all, her mother. She is just glad they never had her mentioned on record. Living the streets of lowtown changed Cleo. From a young teenager to a survivor trying to make it through each day alive. The streets threatened to give her life to the cold, to starvation, to some random fucker who feels like targeting a young girl. Prison was worse. More dangers that tried to kill her everyday, then her powers manifested and she got that relief when they all backed the hell off after she struck down the top dog. She does not want to live through all of that again, but all she needs to do is hold out. Wait for Ghost to deliver her the get out of jail free card.
Her expression betrays nothing, completely void of emotion. The heavy cuffs around her wrists itch. These were different... She has never seen these kind before, she is unsure she her powers could even break them.. When Reynolds finish, he expects her to talk. He's gonna be disappointed as Cleo doesn't make a sound. Just slouching a little in her chair, staring him right in the eye and shrugs one shoulder half heartedly. They can't book her for not talking, they barely have evidence on her that she knows of.
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Post by projectekertest33 on Mar 8, 2017 16:22:41 GMT
Reynolds sits staring at Cleo for a good minute before sighing making a throat-slashing motion at the one-way window. If you knew what you were listening for you'd here a slight click as the recording system and camera were turned off. "Now we can talk freely." Not completely freely there was still a cop in Kovac's pocket on the other side of the glass who'd be listening to every word. "Mr Kovacs is very upset about his men and he really wants to know who did it. Personally I doubt a piece of shit like you has that kind of vigilante streak." Reynolds lied he knew it was her but he didn't particularly want her blood on his hands. "But I don't know so much about your friend who was brought in with you. See from what I saw in that bar any of you two could've done it so why don't you tell me about the other one hmmmmmmm? Because after this I'm going to talk to them and you best hope they like you cause if even she points the finger at you then you end up sharing a holding cell with some of Kovac's boys who if you're lucky won't fuck you before they kill you." Mentally he crossed his fingers if none of them confessed or tried to pin it on the others he could still put this on Ned but he had to make it look like he was giving it his best.
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Post by DodoDestroyer on Mar 8, 2017 16:45:12 GMT
An ordinary person would probably sweating through Fear from the thought of the Kovacs slaughtering them like a pig. Cleo is no ordinary person though. She's long since forgotten what fears feels like, she could be killed right here and now and she wouldn't even make a whimper. That's not to say she's reckless or suicidal, just doesn't have anything to lose anymore... Tomo would say the same to Reynolds, and that is nothing. She doesn't know Jane at all but doesn't seem like the type to snitch. The detective is panning for gold where there is only rocks.
Cleo's face remains completely disinterested, looking to room's only exit to the side of her and waiting for the inevitable moment that is to come where her release is ordered. She sighs and turns back to Reynolds, a look of strain on his face like he desperately needs a name. She sighs through her nose and leans forward a little. "I don't know you're looking for, but sure as hell ain't me or the other two. You're wasting your time while the real maniac is running free out there." She lies convincingly. Hiding her Zone identity has become something natural to her. She speaks almost as if Cleo does not know who Zone is, and Zone does not know who Cleo is. Two completely different people in one body. She leans back again. Try all he wants, she isn't singing.
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Post by projectekertest33 on Mar 8, 2017 17:14:53 GMT
Reynolds snorts. "Suit yourself but don't come crying to me. Let's see what your friends have to say..." He leaves the room and on his way to Rushman's interrogation room Bud stops him again. "Come on Reynolds what was that shit? You didn't even scratch her! Give me five minutes and I'd have her talking through broken fucking teeth." Bud growls. "You didn't see what I saw at the bar I think you'd end up being the one with broken teeth." Reynolds replied. "Talk like that makes me wonder if you'e forgotten your... obligations Reynolds." Reynolds tries to look scared it's quite easy when your life is being threatened. "Aww come on Bud you know I'm on side but IA's been looking for an excuse to book me for years and I gotta do this by the book if I can. I'll let the paranoia get to work on them and before you know it they'll be falling over each other to point the finger!" Bud grimaced. "Fine Reynolds but I suggest you get to work."
"Hello Miss Rushman you know it's funny we can't find much about you care to tell me why that is?" Said Reynolds taking a seat across from her.
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Post by Alexodia on Mar 8, 2017 22:31:01 GMT
Casting her eyes around the interrogation room, she pursed her lips as she drummed a rhythm with her fingers on the table, waiting and waiting. She was bored. Seriously bored; there wasn't even a goddamn clock in here. A commendable psychological tactic to rob them of their perception of time, that she had to admit, but it was annoying as all hell when she was on the receiving end. She didn't even really know why she was here; she expected to be shoved into a cell until her emergency contact was called and Teddy rocked up, all smiles until they got outside and he tried to be angry at her before he gave up and they went for something to eat. At least, that's what's happened before; she hasn't been in a situation like this before. She was almost curious to see how it would unfold.
In the middle of her thoughts however, the door opened and the policeman from the bar walked in, notably reading a case file in front of him as he slowly walked around the table at which she was sat, his steps measured as he didn't say a word, his nose buried in the case file. She cocked an eyebrow before returning her face to its previously bored expression; they were really piling on the intimidation tactics for somebody whom had no idea what was going on. They were rather textbook techniques; she wondered how much they actually managed to make these work; a great deal of people would be much more receptive to the usage of fear than her, but then again, Sin City was a hellhole. There wasn't many people at all whom were guilty of nothing at all. They could probably pick a random guy off the street with no motive at all and they'd probably be able to get him to confess to at least one illegal thing. Watching as the police officer inquired as to why he couldn't find anything about her past and took a seat opposite her, she cocked an eyebrow once more.
"Because you're extraordinarily shit at your job?" she offered calmly, her tone innocuous yet dripping with sarcasm. "I expected to be kept here for a while, considering what happened, but the interrogation room is a bit much. I'm assuming that I'm here for a different reason other than maybe throwing a punch or two in a harmless bar fight?" she inquired, leaning back slightly in her chair and fixing the officer with an expectant expression, raising her eyebrows in anticipation. She'd been in worse situations, and the intimidation factor was laughable. She wondered how long this was going to go on for; she'd only had one drink. She had a feeling that she'd need a few more after she was done with this. The liquor store would still be open, but she didn't have any money. Eh, she worked there; she could ring something up.
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Post by projectekertest33 on Mar 8, 2017 23:42:01 GMT
Reynolds sits down with a sigh. "So you're gonna be one those then." He pulls out a cigarette and lights it taking a long draw. "Tell you what let's play a game I say somethings and you say yes or no. You're military. I've met enough soldiers over the years to recognise one but you don't fight military, too flashy like you're showing off. Rushman isn't your real name. No one has that little information on them unless they grew up a hermit or they're living under an assumed identity and you don't look the hermit type." Reynolds wasn't expecting her to answer he was just gauging her reactions. Now for the kicker. "You killed four Kovac soldiers not far from the bar you wrecked."
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Post by Alexodia on Mar 9, 2017 0:23:18 GMT
Smiling politely in the face of his intimidation techniques, she struggled to keep herself from cringing in disgust when he lit up a cigarette right in front of her and took a long drag. She ultimately succeeded, keeping her expression impassive, but she didn't like cigarettes; she never had done. They reeked, and it prevented whomever was smoking it from being able to actually do anything for a long period of time before they broke down wheezing. She recognised that if they'd elected to smoke, they didn't really care about their own well-being as a general rule of thumb, but the principle still remained. Listening as he began his game without waiting from an answer from her, she continued keeping her expression as impassive as possible; he was attempting to figure her out, attempting to make her uneasy as he apparently saw through her, revealing her secrets that she wanted to keep hidden. Most of it was somewhat accurate, she had to admit, despite the fact that anybody with eyes would be able to deduce the former points of information if they cared to look. The last parts were somewhat less accessible by everybody, but it still wasn't enough to make her lose her cool, that was for damn sure. All in all, he would need to do a lot more than he was doing, she mused, her expression still inscrutable. But when the murder accusation came out of nowhere, she allowed her eyebrows to raise in slight surprise, the bemusement barely recognisable on her face. Well, this was interesting. It certainly explained why she was in an interrogation room.
"That's a rather extraordinary allegation." she responded calmly after a few seconds of silence, staring the officer down with a polite expression. This was very interesting indeed. She almost began to try to heed the voice in her head telling her to leave the situation and tell the truth of her innocence right out, but as always, her curiosity won out. "I assume you have a basis behind them, hmm? What evidence do you have that I have committed such a crime, may I ask? Or do you arrest anybody in the nearby vicinity of the crime, since...well, I know I have carried out no such crime." She wasn't sure how much she was going to press the issue, or even if pressing the issue would get her anywhere to begin with, but this was too interesting to pass up.
She'd resigned herself to a boring night of Netflix, whiskey and leftover pizza. What luck for her that her night had taken such a fascinating turn.
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Post by projectekertest33 on Mar 9, 2017 0:49:02 GMT
She was surprised by the last one she definitely didn't do it thought Reynolds reinforcing his certainty that it had been this Cleo. "Well normally we just grab the guy with a gun or blood on his hands but this one's a bit more complicated. See whoever did this had powers and that narrows down the suspect list quite a bit but my money's on Zone. You heard of her? See she's this powered vigilante bitch with a major grudge against the Kovacs. Sound like anyone you know?"
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Post by Alexodia on Mar 9, 2017 1:16:52 GMT
"Zone?" she repeated back, her tone inquisitive as she cast the name inside her pot of memories to see if she could recall the name anywhere. As she fully expected, she got dick; remembering things really wasn't her strong suit. Given that her inability to remember most things had cost her her life, she really wasn't in the position of lending a great deal of thought to attempting to preserve memories. But just because she couldn't remember anything that he was asking doesn't mean she couldn't have some fun. She doubted that she would have given him anything in the first place, but at least her actions and her interests would have coaligned in that respect as well as the one she was currently in.
Mulling over her pretty much non-existent memories, she scrunched her face up slightly as she pretended to recall information. "I think I met a stripper called Zone once; tall, blonde, fake tits and surprisingly terrible in the sack? Yeah, I don't really think that she's the one you're looking for. She thought the moon was a planet." she added, her tone sardonic before her face became genuinely thoughtful as she mulled on the information that she had just given. Why is that, of all things, the information that she recalls? Strange as it was, it didn't really matter; she never chose the information that left her head every time she learned something new. Sometimes it was a close friend's name, other times it was sports scores that she saw three years ago. It varied. Snapping herself out of her thought process, she saw the look the officer was giving her and rolled her eyes. "Don't give me that look." she moaned, crossing her arms defensively. "I hadn't had sex in a week. You know what not having sex for a while is like, right? You seem the type. Uh, no offense." she added at the end, not managing to stop herself before she came out with that loaded comment. Yikes. But either way, this was probably ending soon; I mean, she hoped it would end soon. She had places to be. And by places, she meant her apartment.
She really needed to get laid.
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Post by projectekertest33 on Mar 9, 2017 2:03:40 GMT
Reynolds raised an eyebrow. "Well unless she could rip a man's heart out I doubt she's our gal." He couldn't contain a laugh. "Well in prison you may be getting laid a lot more often then you want. Unless you can help me of course, also unless you're offering my sex-life is none of your business." He didn't tell her that none of the bikers or Maggie had pressed charges. Legally he couldn't hold her for much longer without anything solid. Normally he wouldn't give a shit but with IA sniffing around... "Come on no one gives a shit about some bruised, maybe dead, bikers get me Zone and you can walk free." Reynolds said inwardly hoping she kept her mouth shut.
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Post by Alexodia on Mar 9, 2017 2:27:43 GMT
"Believe me when I say that I harbour no loyalty towards the bikers, or any gangsters, for that matter." She responded in turn, her response quick and somewhat biting. It was fun at first, but this was beginning to get somewhat tiring. She wasn't aware of any Zone, and even though the officer clearly had an agenda that he was pushing, it was an agenda that she had no knowledge of, and an agenda that she did not wish to have any knowledge of in the first place. "And try as I might, I cannot give you knowledge about something of which I have no knowledge in the first place. So unless you have a legitimate reason for keeping me here, I suggest you actually do something productive before I decide to exercise my right to a phone call. And believe me, you do not want that." she warned, keeping her voice steady and calm as she allowed the fire to burn in her eyes as she sat back in her seat, levelling the officer with an unblinking stare.
In all likelihood, she wasn't sure how such a phone call would go; there really wasn't many people to call. She had Teddy as an emergency contact, but if he found out about this, he probably wouldn't be too happy. He wouldn't be able to hold it for long, but those first few minutes were always the worst. She wondered what he would say, but there really wasn't much that he would do, per se. He usually just let it go and allowed her to do whatever since she could handle herself. Plus, it wasn't like he was responsible for her or some shit; he wasn't a fucking father figure that she turned to for comfort or any sort of shit like that. But either way, it didn't matter. Hopefully, she was done with this now, and she could move on with her life. Although she'd be lying if she told herself that she wasn't still fired up as all hell.
Maybe Amy from down the hall was still awake. Some flirting and alcohol always turned into a very effective night for blowing off steam with her.
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Post by DodoDestroyer on Mar 9, 2017 5:40:32 GMT
Before the interrogation can be pressed any further, the chief of this police department bursts through the door. A crooked cop himself, he normally doesn't give a shit about people like Jane and Cleo even if there's no evidence against them. As long as somebody gets arrested. But for this occasion, he looks pissed beyond belief.
"Reynolds. I'm ordering her and the bartender's release now. Get out." He demands, making no attempt to hide his fury. One would think that Reynolds came into the chief's house and kicked his dog.
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Post by Hunter on Mar 9, 2017 11:00:13 GMT
"Tomo, calm down, you are so tense you might hurt yourself." Margaret watched Tomo in the passenger seat typing frantically at her phone, her girlfriend Sera, AKA Ghost was the one who pulled all the strings to help Cleo and Jane, Maggie insisted to bail her out too as she helped in the fight and saved one of her daugthers.
">You sure they are going out ?
Sera> Geez Tomo, calm down. >I did everything to help Cleo, she will get out soon. >And the other woman too.
>Thanks love, you are the best."
She really did a good job on that one, all Ghost had to do was to send texts between bikers who witnessed Cleo's apprehension, the guys wanted to do some damages to the police force for that, she also created an alibi for her friend and forged false evidence against the officier who called in the cavalry, some shady contacts here, some fishy buys that way and it was good enough to discredit his call. She sighed deeply, being near a place filled with cops was not her favorite hobby. She really needed some air, and a smoke too; Excusing herself from her boss Tomo took out a smoke from her jacket, hiding carefully her holster from the passing by agents. She never went outside the bar or her place without a firearm. "Fucking hell... Hurry up Cleo." She dragged a long puff as she fidgeted against the car.
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Post by projectekertest33 on Mar 9, 2017 16:59:09 GMT
Reynolds looks up in shock. "What the fuck chief?!" The chief rarely even came out of his office let alone actually care about a couple of street punks. "I can still hold them for another hour at least!"
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Post by DodoDestroyer on Mar 9, 2017 17:12:54 GMT
"I said out, Reynolds!" the chief commanded, on the verge of screaming in the detective's face. "You and your new boy have a lot to answer for on this one! Now get out before I drag you out!"
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Post by projectekertest33 on Mar 9, 2017 17:16:39 GMT
Reynolds left the room so fast his ass might have been on fire Jack was already waiting for him outside looking distinctly unhappy.
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Post by DodoDestroyer on Mar 9, 2017 17:50:07 GMT
The chief looks once at the cuffed woman before following Reynolds outside. A look of fury on his face, but it wasn't directed at Jane. The man is clearly stressed out with what has been happening. a few seconds later, another officer enters the room and uncuffs Jane's wrists without saying a word. He holds the door open for her. In the other interrogation room, the same is happening to Cleo. She saw this coming. What she didn't see is how fast Ghost pulled out results. The woman amazes her sometimes and is glad to call her a friend as well as an ally. Rubbing her itchy wrists, Cleo stands up and makes her way outside the station, where she is sure Margaret and Tomo are waiting for her.
Cleo walks by Reynolds, Jack and their Chief in an empty hallway as she heads on through the entrance doors and into the streets. She doesn't bother looking their way, but she certainly heard it. "What the fuck have you two been doing!?" the man bellows, face red as a tomato from rage. The police chief is a man in his sixties, bald but a full bushy moustache of grey hair. You would not expect such energy for an outburst like this. "The bartender you just picked up has not only got an alibi for the accusations of murdering those pieces of shits in the alley, but she's affiliated with the motorcycle gangs!" He shoves printed paper into Reynold's chest, on it are sms exchanges between the leaders of said gangs. "I got tipped off with these print outs! Care to read what they say? Better yet, I'll tell you incase you fuck that up too! It's plans to harrass and terrorise our boys out there in vengeance for arresting the bitch you pulled in! What the hell was going through your mind!? Have you seen the girl? She's no goddamn bigger than your tiny dick! How in the holy fuck could she have destroyed a wet napkin, let alone four hardened gangsters!?" He then turns to Jack. "And you. Don't get me fucking started with you! You were the one who made the call for reinforcements! The phone you brought in was a damn blank! THERE WAS NOTHING FUCKING ON IT!" In actual truth, there was until Ghost jumped in. Since the device was still on and had signal, she easily found it and absorbed the neccessary information on there before wiping it completely. "That's just the bloody icing on the shit cake that you keep adding layer after shitty layer to! I got solid evidence that you have been using police assets for your own purposes! I mean what the actual fuck!? Did you fall on your head when you were pushed out of your mother's womb!? You really think that would have gone unnoticed? The fact that you called in unneccessary reinforcements just proves it!" He jabs a finger to Reynolds. "Get back out there, stop chasing your goddamn tail and find that killer!" He then points to Jack "Get the fuck out of my station! You can go back to homicide! Obviously you creamed your pants prematurely when invited to the big boy's job! If I ever see you approach that bar, or any of my cases again, I WILL RIP YOUR HEAD OFF AND SHIT DOWN YOUR THROAT. DISMISSED!!" The chief storms off. His whole rant was so loud it was heard throughout the station and possibly outside. His roaring voice was deafening and temper as hot as hellfire.
Cleo exits outside to see Tomo and Margaret. The plump lady exits her vehicle and looks relieved to see there are no fresh marks on her, knowing exactly how some interrogations work in there. "Thank the lord you were bailed outta there before it got hairy. Reynolds didn't get too personal, did he?" She asks, to which Cleo shakes her head. "He can't really do much if you don't speak." she states as a matter-of-fact. "What about Jane?" she asks before thinking, she never really thought about Jane still being inside until now. "Tomo said she her girl had her covered too." She says with a wrinkly smile. Cleo feels more at ease now. Jane was just in the wrong place at the wrong time and dragged into the mess she made. She dislikes it when people get sucked into her dealings as an outlaw, it's a deadly business and while Jane can obviously take care of herself, she would rather not pile on an unneccessary burden.
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Post by jackygirl on Mar 9, 2017 18:19:01 GMT
From behind the group hears "Awww guess I came here for nothing." A fancy lawyer looking type is walking up complete with briefcase and expensive watch. "I had my entire Better Call Saul routine planned out but looks like you guys had it covered." The lawyer grins. "Felt kinda guilty about leaving you guys in the lurch like that so thought I'd come bail you out before Reynolds got too touchy-feely." He looks around. "Where's the hot one? Oh, sorry." He winks at Cleo. "The other hot one I don't think we had a chance to get properly acquainted back at the bar what with death-threats, brawling and me jumping out a window."
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Post by Alexodia on Mar 10, 2017 22:40:03 GMT
Before the officer could respond, a large, mustached man burst through the door, fury and thunder all across his face as he detailed his call for her release. Raising her eyebrows in surprise, she decided it was wisest to keep silent as the officer across from her protested at first, before being violently shut down by the walrus of a man in the doorway and bolting out of the door when the man dismissed him. She'd already guessed it was the chief, but he wasn't a very nice chief, it seemed. Watching as the jowls of the man moved in anger as he turned his gaze to her, she pursed her lips in awkwardness, casting her eyes around the cell in an effort to avoid simply sitting there as he wordlessly motioned to another officer right outside the door and stepped out to make way. It's just as well; she doubted that he could have fit his entire body through the doorway. Popping her lips like a fish in awkwardness, she saw the chief's expression darken at the constant popping of air as the officer undid her handcuffs from the table and motioned towards the door, following close behind her as he led her out the door and down the left hallway towards the exit as the officer began to detail the intricacies of her false detainment, allowing her all the details that she was legally required to after such an event. It was more his monotone voice that discomforted her more than the actual event; indication that they did this a lot wasn't really a good sign.
Nursing her wrists slightly as she was led into the reception area, the officer broke away from her after a quick confirmation that everything was fine. Amateurs; the handcuffs were too goddamn tight; they should know, they're the cops. Shaking her head as she walked towards the exit, she stopped dead as her mind returned to her goddamn jacket that she'd accidentally left in the bar; she was too busy at the time to retrieve it, but it might be in evidence after they, in all likelihood, took it. She'd be entitled to it back now that her false detainment was more or less sorted out. Turning around to head back into the station, she turned just in time to see the receptionist thud a leather jacket on top of the main desk, her painfully bored expression focused directly on her. Smiling somewhat sheepishly, she walked to the desk and wordlessly grabbed the jacket, making an effort to smile at the receptionist. Her smile dulling awkwardly at the sheer intensity of the apathy of the receptionist, she nodded hesitantly as she turned around and headed for the exit, pulling her jacket on as she did so. It felt good to have her jacket back; almost like she herself was back. Although the dried blood was a problem; she'd have to clean it before long. Pushing the doors open, she came within several feet of the bartender, her friend, the plump woman and somebody else she didn't recognise. Frowning slightly, she began to walk in the opposite direction; their dealings weren't really any of her business. That is, until her ears caught the aforementioned unrecognisable man mention jumping out of a window, causing her to stop dead in her tracks. Turning around, her eyes narrowed as she connected the dots and began to walk over to the group, her steps careful as she tilted her head slightly to the side in curiosity.
"So, it's not just irritating frat boys." she began sardonically as she came to a stop behind the man and crossing her arms across her chest, towering over each and every one of the party members; especially the man, which was what she needed right now. "It's other irritating people as well. Forgive me for the intrusion," she interjected, directing it at the bartender and her entourage. "but what exactly is your deal? Why are you here, for starters?"
She didn't know how much she would get. But for somebody whom apparently possesses the ability to literally shapeshift, she needed all the information she could get.
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Post by jackygirl on Mar 11, 2017 1:42:45 GMT
"Don't be like that..." Abiail pouted. "I was gonna help you guys out but looks like you had it covered." Smiling she said "Name's Witch. I'm told it's easy to remember because it rhymes with bitch but that guy ended tied up naked in front of the police station so I wouldn't recommend calling me that." She gave an ironic bow. "Stripper, lawyer, biker, janitor, cop, barista, artist, occasional yoga instructor but mostly a con-artist." She straightened."I just couldn't stand the thought of such beautiful women in the company of that grimy ass Reynolds so I figured I'd pull the good old 'you have no right to hold my client, I'll sue your ass' routine and bust you guys out but obviously you have help of your own." She raised her eyebrows questioningly. "How did you pull that off anyway?"
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Post by DodoDestroyer on Mar 11, 2017 1:52:45 GMT
"Save the flattery." Cleo says bluntly. She always disliked the kind who tried to painfully charm their way into good books. "We have a friend who is very resourceful, that's all you need to know for now." She keeps it vague. Ghost likes discretion and prefers to stay off the radar, which Cleo respects.
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Post by Hunter on Mar 11, 2017 14:19:20 GMT
"She don't have to know anything." Tomo glared at the lawyer. "Especially that one, sorry but the whole polymorph thing and your CV don't help your case." She took one last drag from her smoke, Margaret quickly disabled the upcoming fight. "Now now Tomo, now is not the time nor the place to act like that." She smirked once more as she chastened her employee, of the two Tomo was the bad seed and often ended up being lectured by the woman like a kid. "Now I think we all should head back to what's left of the bar." She turned toward Jane; "Shall I drop you somewhere ? Oh and before I forget your presence is mandatory miss Witch, you still have some cleaning to do." "Front seat ! I want to get the hell out of here already, you two can get on the back." Tomo pointed at Jane and Cleo with her usual smug face, she noticed something about the first one, seemed like she had it for Cleo, it's only an intuition, she might be wrong but the occasion was too good to pass; For her anything was good enough to tease her partner.
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Post by jackygirl on Mar 12, 2017 15:05:20 GMT
Abigail sighed. "Very well I shall meet you there but I must first take a quick diversion to change out of this guise the suit cost someone else a lot of money." So saying she walked out into the street and whistled for a taxi. She had the taxi drop her off several blocks from her destination and walked the rest of the way, with Bear still looking for her it payed to take precautions. She had numerous safe-houses around the city each held under a different name payed for by cash. She'd come to this one because it was where she'd hidden her outfit from when she scammed a bank by disguising herself as one of it's janitors to sneakily obtain certain criminal's account numbers. The apartment had very little furnishing; a small bed and a desk, but what it did contain was a very large walk-in closet and a pantry. Stripping off her suit and laying it neatly on the bed she stepped into the pantry. It was full of small vials of hair suspended in oils underneath each one was a file some with pictures detailing the person the hair belonged to. She perused the vials like a connoisseur picking wine before deciding on Sarah O'Connor an Irish immigrant who had since moved to Dublin to be with her family. Sarah had been a co-worker Aigail had worked with when she'd disguised herself as a barista to seduce and scam an Emerald Snake accountant and seeing as she was now out of the city there was little danger of meeting her. Abigail plucked one of the hairs from the vial and quickly washed it down with a glass of water before resealing the vial. The transformation was thankfully brief and Abigail took a moment to examine herself in the mirror. Sarah was a fairly pretty red-head but not enough to stand out. Next Abigail went to the wardrobe and picked out her old janitor's outfit. Slipping on the grey overalls and tying Sarah's long hair in a ponytail before putting on the cap she walked out of the building towards the bar looking for all the world like a working-woman on her way for the night-shift.
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Post by projectekertest33 on Mar 12, 2017 20:08:15 GMT
Reynolds said goodbye to his short-lived partner and sat down heavily at his desk. Bub came up to him. "You fucked up Reynolds. We don't have long to make this right." Looking at Bub Reynolds noticed a light sheen of sweat on Bub's forehead. Kovac was putting the pressure on Bub too if they didn't find someone to put in the cross-hairs they'd be sharing a grave. He could use this... "Hey listen Bub why don't we throw Kovac a bone to keep him off our backs?" Said Reynolds. "You know No-Nose Ned? The dope-dealer down by the river? We put the frame on him Kovac gets to take out his anger on someone else and we don't die. What do you say?" Bub shot him an angry look. "Kovac trusts me! I'm not going to lie to him!" Oh you sad sack of shit thought Reynolds, you actually believe that? Kovacs trust nobody you're just trying to fool yourself into thinking you're better then me. "Shit man I'm loyal to Kovac too but I don't wanna die because we couldn't find one nutbag in a city full of 'em! Let's give him Ned for now as the guy behind it and say we're still looking for the killer themself? It's only half a lie and in the end he'll still get to whack whatever idiot fucked with him." Reynolds watched Bubs face as the man argued the pros and cons in his head. Eventually not dying beat dying. "Fine Reynolds but if he finds out you're the one going down for it." Bub strode off to relay the news to Kovac. With a deep sigh Reynolds felt a weight lift off his shoulders, that'd buy him some time. He needed to get to Maggie's bar to have an unofficial talk with the girl he was sure was Zone.
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Post by DodoDestroyer on Mar 13, 2017 20:01:32 GMT
(Pushing ahead. Alex has let us know of her absence so we will continue ahead without auto piloting her character too much, if at all.)
Margaret drives Tomo and Cleo back to the bar. The older lady insisted on offering Jane a ride to where she was going in gratitude for being crowd control, even if she did throw the first punch. Jane suggested dropping her off in a street nearby home, probably not wanting them to know where she exactly lives. Smart move in this city, people are highly unpredictable when they know personal details about you, not that the trio would do such a thing. After dropping her off, Tomo proceeded to tease Cleo endlessly about the 'sexual tension between them that has stink for miles.' Cleo did what she always did. Met the teasing with stonewalling and blunt comments, which always encouraged her friend to do it more. Even Margaret admitted she was curious what is going on between the two. If she's honest with herself, Cleo doesn't exactly know ether. She's never felt this kind of attraction to a woman before, and her taste is usually men, not to mention she's never had anything close to reassembling a relationship, she usually has one night stands to release the tension. She would doubt anything would come from it, not only her inexperience to it, but the extreme danger that follows her and Tomo's vigilante 'hobby'. She has never gotten close to anybody outside the bar because if the Kovacs ever knew that person knew of Zone deeper than just rumours and whispers, they would extract that information by any means necessary. Then again, Jane knew how to look after herself and then some. She concludes her train of thought that only time can tell what would come from it, even if it's just a one time fuck.
She snaps back to reality when they pull up to the back of the bar. The women get out and head inside to assess the damage. No more bodies are in the place, the police must have picked up the severely injured and deceased while the knocked out stood themselves up and walked home, too bruised both on their physical bodies and egos. The broken tables and chairs have been tossed outta here, probably in a nearby dumpster, Cleo didn't care much as long as they were out of her way now. All that remains is splinters of wood, broken glass and blood stains, she could swear she spotted some human teeth in the mix. Regardless, it is nothing that can't be easily rid of in an hour or two. "Take a sit down Ma'am. Me and Tomo got this covered, that shapeshifter too if they show up." Cleo says to the plump lady, she's been put through enough for the night and deserves a rest. But as she expected, Margaret shook her head in disagreement. "I appreciate the thought, but this didn't become my bar with me sitting on the sidelines. I'm gonna get that solution and a mop. You girls get sweeping, you hear?" The boss lady doesn't wait for an answer and heads into the back. Cleo sighs through her nose, well it was worth a try. She kicks half of a broken bottle lightly, watching it slide across the bloodstained, alcohol soaked floor. The destruction could have been minimalised if she tried harder... not much she can do now. She grabs two rooms that clattered to the floor when the police rudely barged in and throws one to Tomo. "You heard her." is the word she says to her as she gets sweeping, shaking her head in slight amusement as she begins to sweep up the carnage.
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Post by Hunter on Mar 14, 2017 13:06:53 GMT
Tomo didn't planned to sweep the bar's floor at all tonight. "Fucking bikers, I can't wait to get my hands on you, Especially this two litle shit, fuck it, where's Bodysnatcher ? She better not ditch us." Her complains were silenced by Margaret's return, she didn't wanted to bother her after that night, she did so much for these two that she can't let the lady do all the work. "You know Joyful... Maybe you should give it a shot." Sensing her friend's confusion she smirked once more. "That girl, maybe you will like it so much that you will stick to girl. Join the dark side of sex" She imitated Darth Vader with her broom on that last sentence before getting interrupted by Maggi with her mop. "less talking, more sweeping will you ?" She winced playfully at her boss and get back to cleaning the place, with some teases from time to time toward Cleo.
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Post by jackygirl on Mar 14, 2017 14:06:38 GMT
Abigail entered the bar in her new face and outfit whistling. "Well I'm here as requested and dressed appropriately." She gave a quick twirl her ponytail bouncin as she span. "I've done this before but where would you like me to start?"
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Post by DodoDestroyer on Mar 14, 2017 15:23:00 GMT
Cleo ignore Tomo's consistent complaining, it was merely her way of releasing frustration when she couldn't shoot down a gang of thugs in the streets. She begins to create a small pile of the wood and glass and occasional tooth in between her and her friend, collecting it all up into one so getting it scooped up and into a trash bag will be smooth. She turns her attention back to Tomo when she asks her a vague question, furrowing her brow in confusion. Once Tomo explains that she is talking about the topic of Jane and sex again she rolls her eyes and leans on the broom a little. "What makes you think she is even interested? Hell, what makes you think that I am even interested?" She asks her sardonically. Of course, there would be no fooling her. Even if Cleo didn't show it, Jane must have because Tomo can sniff out anything remotely gay happening like a bloodhound. It's one of the weirdest traits she possesses. That doesn't mean she will give her the satisfaction of hearing her confirm the observations.
Every head in the bar turns to the door when they hear it open. It's nobody Cleo recognises but looks like she's all dressed up for work. The look on Margaret's face is a telltale sign that this isn't an employee that works different hours from the other two women. As soon as she speaks however, it becomes clear this is the shapeshifter. "Well I'll be damned.." she mutters under her breath, she was beginning to doubt they would show up. She has a little bit more respect for them after discovering they don't just pay their way out of their mess, they keep it up and just May end up having Cleo admitting she judged them too soon.
"That's five for the tip jar, Tomo." The boss lady calls out in amusement before giving the girls to nudge them back into sweeping. Tomo made another bet with Margaret... and lost as always. It's amusing to Cleo, she should start placing bets against Tomo as well. "The girls have got the debris covered. You can come on over here and help an old lady mop up all this mess." She says while pointing to a spare mop preemptively inside the bucket of solution, it has been waiting on Witch's arrival. "So is there a name I can put on you? Calling you witch makes me feel like my grandmother." She says with a chuckle.
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Post by jackygirl on Mar 14, 2017 16:31:39 GMT
Abigail grabs a mop, dunks it the bucket and begins cleaning the floor with practised ease, it honestly still surprised her how often the skills she picked up on a con came in handy. Turning to the bar-owner she sucked on her teeth. Only one person knew her real name anymore and it was partly to protect him that she kept it that way, a face could be any number of people but a name ah name's had power specifically the power to jog people's memories about a certain little girl a long time ago... "Well the lass who I got this face off of was called Sarah so let's go with that shall we?" Said Abigail briefly dropping into a perfect Irish accent. One of the first skills she'd been taught by Bill was how to copy an accent, her power let her copy voice pitch and tone because her voice-box changed shape along with everything else but to capture the way in which they talked was much more difficult. On the more complex cons Abigail would make a tape of recordings of her target's voice and fall asleep listening to it on loop so that she even heard their voice in her dreams. "So Miss Maggie!" Said Abigail continuing to efficiently mop the floor. "This kind of thing happen often or only when a handsome devil like me walks in?" For the last part of the sentence she started talking like Samuel and Sarah's face twisted into his cocky grin. It could be very disconcerting when she used a different person's accents and expressions on one of her faces but she found it funny.
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