shadeofgray
Irregular
Just take a fall...[D3v:kirakira14]
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Post by shadeofgray on May 26, 2010 15:30:34 GMT -5
OOC: Kind of a weird plot, but...
IC: Citizens of NYC have started to notice strange grafitti on the walls: twenty-seven buildings have been tagged in ground-to-roof pictures of Irregulars, with the words "KILL THEM" next to them. The police have brought in thirty-six people for question. Six of them are Irregulars...
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Post by warriorgal on May 26, 2010 16:25:43 GMT -5
Lydia was fitted into handcuffs, then shoved into the Police Car. She drove in silence, angry at what she saw, of the graffiti.
When she got into the station, they made her do mug shots, covering her face with each. She was then led into a room, with two chairs, and a table, with a dimly lit lamp on top.
"Name?" policeman asked harshly.
"Lydia Jones."
"Lydia Jones you are accused of graffiting 2 buildings."
"What proof do you have?"
"This paintbrush found at the crime scene, with your NAME, and FINGERPRINTS on it."
"That is my paintbrush, but I didn't do it."
"How can we be sure?"
"Sure, I have anger issues, and I draw, and paint, but I don't graffiti, besides, I don't have that much time, ask my teachers, they'll tell you my schedule, and ask my art teacher, she'll tell you I've never been interested in graffiti. I'll say it again, I didn't do it!"
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Post by Cricket on May 26, 2010 19:09:41 GMT -5
God...how many times has this happened in my life? Cricket was hauled into the back of a police car for the umpteenth time in her life. Just what she needed. She had just joined the Irregulars, headed by the supposedly infamous Kiki Stike, and now she was being dragged off to jail for who knows what reason.
The car slowed and she was taken into the station.
The receptionist looked up her file and frowned when she saw the record, "Good God kid...you know this means a harsher punishment right? You've been in trouble with the law too many times for them to go easy on you"
"Right..." Cricket sighed and went to sit at a chair until they called her in for questioning.
It didn't take too long but she was already pissed at herself and the Irregulars. Why did she have to agree to join them, why did they have to ask her? And what the fuck was this about?
"So...Ms. Maestro" The cop questioning her started looking at her file, "been in trouble with the law a lot have we?"
"Yes sir, nothing serious though"
"Nothing serious. You call Breaking into one of the most secure banks on the continent not serious?" The cop asked, voice rising, eyes bulging out of his head.
"Well...it was a dare see? Anyway, I wasn't going to take anything, I was merely curious to see how hard it was to crack. Not so hard. Thanks to me they stepped up their security." Cricked replied in a slightly exasperated voice.
"Well Cricket, you've been accused of graffiti. On one of the historical buildings."
"Graffiti! So not up my alley pal. I can't draw for shi-nothing. My forte is locks and alarms and since Juvie...the last time...I swear I've been going straight." Cricket denied.
The cop sighed, "Okay kid...come along. We have to put you to a few more questions. I'm just the first part of your problems."
The cop left the room, only to be replaced by someone Cricket hadn't seen in 3 years.
"You..."
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Post by kikistrike20 on Jul 19, 2010 13:05:25 GMT -5
Emma was in a store looking at fencing foils when the cops took her in. She sat in the cop car for about fifteen minutes until they got where the were going, her mind racing. This was bad. What had she done? more importantly, did they know who she was? If they fond out theyd contact her parents. That would be bad. beyond bad. They took a mugshot. Emma tried to duck her head to make her picture less recognizable, but the officer was having none of it. "Look straight at the camera," he commanded. She was taken to a room for questioning. Right before Emma went into panick attack mode, another officer walked through the door. He sat down in the chair acroos the table from where she was sitting. "So," he said, "can you tell me your name?" "Emma Johanson," she answered, using an alias. "Do you have any sort of identification on you?" he asked. Emma pulled out a fake id and the cop looked at it for a moment before nodding. "ok, ms. Johanson," he said, "We've been having a graffitti issue lately, and you're picture included in the vandalism. Do you have anything to do with this?" he pulled out a snapshot of a building with graffitti art of her and several other Irregulars, the words 'KILL THEM' scrawled across the top. Emma groaned wryly. If only they had any idea. "I don't know anything about it," she responded. "Are suggesting i did this?" "You were purchasing weapons when we picked you up," he respnded. "Hello, I was getting a new fencing foil. for fencing which is a sport. Like buying a football." "And what about the other girls?" he asked, deciding to switch tactics. "Those girls?" emma looked at the photo. "Don't know them." "We have witnesses putting you with at least one of them, a Miss Idigo Grifithis." "Idigo?" Emma asked, looking confused. "Like a color? I don't know anyone like that?" "well, how about we go have a little chat with miss Grifithis and maybe we can shed some light on this." "Lead on," emma answered. What choice did she have?
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Post by Holly on Jul 21, 2010 11:06:59 GMT -5
A cop call pulled into the driveway Indigo looked up from her desk at the multicolored lights, her first thought was "OH CRAP!" had someone died? had one of the irregulars gotten in trouble? had her parents done something totally illegal? she grabbed her skateboard helmet and bag just in case and ran down the stairs. Indigos dad was already talking to the police "INDIGO!" he bellowed suddenly not noticing that she was standing right behind him "you ghirl. are going to wiss you. was neber born!" he slurred his words slightly and waved his beer can for emphasis "what?" she asked slightly worried "what happened?" "Ms Indigo Grifithis?" inquired the police woman "yeah, thats me, what happened whats wrong?" "you are under arrest" "WHAT! NO WAY!" "you will be detained in a juvenile facility and be questioned until further notice" "no, you've got the wrong girl, I never did anything!" she thought beck to the bank robbing incident "and anyway we gave it all back! you know that!" the police man came and grabbed her arms pinning them roughly behind her back. she struggled and screamed as the lady slapped on a set of handcuffs. then her father spoke "you ghirl habe broughtt dishoners to ush and Iff'you come backsh I WILL KILL YOU! YOU LITTL BITSH! I'LL KILL YOU AND YER SHTUPID BRAT SISHTER I"LL KILL YOU! I'LL KILL YOU" suddenly she fell limp "you know what?" she asked of the police "lets go, now"
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Post by kikistrike20 on Jul 21, 2010 20:17:13 GMT -5
Emma was put in an interrogation room with Indigo. She was sitting at a metal table with her head in her hands, looking utterly defeated. She wanted to go over and giver her a big hug, but there were sure to be ppl watching through the one way window, and she had already told the officer that she didnt know indigo. so she sat down at the table instead. "Hey, what's wrong?" then she added, hoping her friend would pick up on the cue, "You're Indigo, right?"
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Post by Holly on Jul 21, 2010 23:18:15 GMT -5
She was utterly emotionally exhausted. Indigo lifted her head from the table, it was as heavy as lead. "yeah, thats me" her voice cracked slightly and she rubbed dampness from her eyes. "and you are?" she asked playing along.
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Post by kikistrike20 on Jul 22, 2010 9:14:41 GMT -5
"I'm emma," she said. "Emma Johanson. What happened?" Emma was quiet for a second. She knew she should be the good little Irregular and stick to the plan, but that wasn't an option now. "Was it your dad?" she whispered.
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Post by warriorgal on Jul 29, 2010 15:38:57 GMT -5
Lydia, put on one of those hideous, orange jumpsuits, and got lead to a room with a telephone.
"You have one phone call." the officer told her. She just rolled her eyes and dialed the number. It rang 3 times, and then it answered. "Hello?"
"Hey babe, its Lydia, I'm kinda in juvie, and bail is 300."
"Lydia!" Jesse huffed annoyingly, "What the hell did you do."
"I don't know! I think I've been framed." she explained.
"Fine, but you owe me!"
"Thanks babe," she said smiling, "I have to stay in this slammer for a night though, maybe even more."
"Thank Goodness," he said jokingly, "Now I have more time to steal some cash."
"You're the best, cya tomorrow."
"You mean, cya tomorrow, the best boyfriend ever."
Lydia just hung up in joke defeat, "went" to the restroom, and turned her jumpsuit into orange short shorts, and an orange halter tank.
Ignoring the raised eyebrows of the guards, she war marched to her cell, which was empty.
As if reading the mind of Lydia the officer spoke, "You're going to be joined by another little of your graffiti friends soon, just hold tight princess." he smirked, pushed her in the cell, and locked it. Lydia sighed, and sat on one of the hard, metal, benches
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Post by kikistrike20 on Jul 30, 2010 22:12:07 GMT -5
Indigo didn't answer, but stared inot space. "Listen to me," Emma sommanded, snapping her fingers in front of her friend's face.
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Post by warriorgal on Jul 30, 2010 22:37:25 GMT -5
Lydia, just sat there gloomy on the hard bench. Jail, I mean who knew? I mean sure, she got expelled, but never into JUVIE. Her train of thought was interrupted, as someone she knew was pushed into her cell.
"Oona?" she asked in disbelief.
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Post by kikistrike20 on Jul 31, 2010 8:42:13 GMT -5
Oona ignored her and grabbed the cell bars, a wild look in her eyes. "get me the he-- out of here!" she yelled. "Get me out, d@mm!t!"
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Post by warriorgal on Jul 31, 2010 10:55:48 GMT -5
"Sorry, you can't." she told her like a little child, "We have to stay here at least one night before bail."
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Post by kikistrike20 on Jul 31, 2010 11:36:13 GMT -5
"But, I an't stay in here," Oona insisted. There were few times anyone had seen her look afraid, but this was definitly one of those times. "I need to get out. I need to."
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Post by warriorgal on Jul 31, 2010 13:23:23 GMT -5
"We, can't unless we want to get in more trouble. And why do you need to get out so quickly?"
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