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Post by fryn on Sept 12, 2009 1:03:21 GMT -5
Arrested! (Takumi - tag Sidra & anyone else apprehended ;P) "Hey! You! Hold it right there!"
Takumi turned to face the speaker. A cop. And he was talking to Taki. The Japanese boy touched his own chest. "Me?"
"Yeah you. You're under arrest."
"What for? The fire extinguisher?" He knew that defacing school property was a crime but surely in this case... "You were fighting... right?"
"More of a defensive action," Takumi pointed out. "And you're Asian."
"What gave me away?" 'Hindsight, Taki,' he mentally reminded himself. Pissing off the local 'keisatsu' probably wasn't a wise idea. "Anyone suspected of being part of the Asian Boyz are going to be spending some time down town." The officer waved him over and Takumi scowled, obeying regardless. Hands were cuffed behind his back and he was pushed towards an open-backed van were several others were already inside. Some he knew while others were new to him. The girl who had been held at gun-point was there... a couple of others... and Sidra. "Sidra!" he exclaimed with a bright smile, his current situation forgotten for the moment. "You don't look Asian... so why are you in here? You were fighting, hai?"
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Post by Jandro Juarez on Sept 12, 2009 1:45:28 GMT -5
One of the policemen saw Jandro disposing of his knives and he was under lock and key before he knew to think of running. He did manage to bruise some eardrums with his screams and curses in several languages. He was loaded into the modern equivalent of a paddy wagon. Handcuffed to a bar and then locked in, he looked around to see Taki and an older girl he recognized as Sidra Cotton. He had always admired her style and had occasionally taken the opportunity to take pictures of her.
He blushed and smiled at Taki. “Hi, they got you too? I am being charged with murder and gang activity even though I was attacking a member of the gang they think I belong to,” he said with a bitter laugh. “They don’t care my brother was shot in the head and very likely not to live to see another day.” At that thought he lapsed into silence hoping his mother got Lia’s message and was on her way back from Paris.
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Post by fryn on Sept 12, 2009 2:08:04 GMT -5
"Aah... so they saw you get rid of those knives, huh?" Takumi tilted his head slightly to one side. "That is a great shame. Your sister is safe though?" He glanced down at the garland he still wore. Hopefully it would continue to protect him from full arrest. "It seems they think I am an... ah... Asian boy." He shrugged ruefully. "That's a charge it would be hard to deny!" Takumi had no idea Asian Boyz was the name of the rival gang and assumed he was being arrested because he was of that culture. America was very confusing. "Your brother will be well cared for, little brother. And I'm sure this mess will soon be cleared up and we will be released." He hoped so as his parents would already be out of their minds with fear as the news of the shootings was sure to have now been released by the media. "Perhaps you can call your sister from the police station... On TV at least we should be allowed one call." Or was that simply a Hollywood addition to movies to ensure a certain dramatic element was included? He hoped not. "Keep up your spirits, my friend," he added although he could see why the other boy would find that virtually impossible right now.
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Post by Jandro Juarez on Sept 12, 2009 6:43:01 GMT -5
Jandro inclined his head at the question about Lia. "Yes she is fine; they allowed her to go to the hospital with Saint. And they allowed her to call our lawyer and my mother who is in Paris. Hopefully she will come home quickly. She is doing a runway show and a shoot over there. I think they will allow her out of the contract because of the circumstances." He had to smile slightly at the thought of Taki in the Asian Boyz, whom he had always seen to be rather humorless in the few times he had encountered any of them. They always made him glad they resembled their Norwegian mother rather than their Spanish father.
"The FBI gangs division will be brought in and then I think they will realize you are not in the Boyz. Neither of us wear colors or have gang marks. I will still have to beat the murder rap, but you will be okay. I can give you Lia's cell number if you want to call her when you get out. I imagine she would love to have someone to talk to since Saint and I will both be out of things for a while."
It was odd for he really didn't know Takumi well or for very long, but being in battle together seemed to give them an intimacy that was probably completely on Jandro's side, but it still felt good as he was alone for the first time in his entire life.
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Post by fryn on Sept 12, 2009 7:52:45 GMT -5
"A gang?" Takumi's eyebrows lifted in surprise. "The keisatsu think I am part of a gang?" He half laughed at the concept as it would be hard to find a more even natured boy than the Japanese youth. Well, except when holding a fore extinguisher perhaps. "My parents are going to be worried," he added. "Then again, I can only imagine how your mother will react when she hears what has happened." She was so far away as well. "I would like to call Lia," he added. "Until you and Saint are back with her I will take care of her. You have my word of honour, tomo," he said with an earnest look on his face. After all, Japanese homour wasn't taken lightly. It was valued above all else and central to their culture... and considered to encompass honesty, courage, and respect. For Taki to state his intentions in such a manner meant he'd protect Lia with his last breath... until her brothers were there to take over. "But as for murder?" He shook his head. "Surely self-defense is a far better charge and more accurate. We were, after all, being attacked." He smiled at Jandro. "This will all be ok. Your mother will soon return and she will know what to do." The van started to head off and Takumi swallowed heavily. What if they really believed him to be one of these gang members? Would they believe him when he swore he wasn't? He had a feeling he'd be spending more than just a short time at the local police station... He drew in a deep breath, the bindings holding his hands behind his back biting into his flesh more than could be considered comfortable but for the sake of Jandro he kept his spirits high. After all, that was the only way he could think of to deal with the mess. "When this is over we should do something fun... you, me, Lia and Saint. And Thad... Maybe Izzy, Sidra, Ezzie... Fallon... I'll even ask Ana and Annie." He was babbling but it was better than silence. Silence allowed too much time for personal thought. His centred around his immediate future and Jandro's surely about the life of his brother.
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Post by fryn on Sept 12, 2009 8:17:44 GMT -5
(OOC just noticed -d'uh me - that the arrested kids were to go to the Principal's office and not the police station so a quick adaptation is called for ;P) The van parked at the side of the school and not, to Takumi's surprise, taking them to the police station as he'd expected. The rear doors opened. "Out," stated a serious-faced individual. Were they to be shot? Takumi had seen far too many science fiction animes and his imagination was starting to run riot. They were assisted out of the van and herded back into school through a side door and the bindings around his wrists were removed. Jandro, on the other hand, was kept secured, presumably because he'd been in possession of those stupid knives.
"Wait in here," the cop stated and Takumi felt a hand in the small of his back push him into the Pricipal's lounge - a place he'd honestly hoped never to see.
Two policemen stationed themselves just inside the door while a couple more could be seen through the opaque glass panelled door just outside.
Takumi rubbed at his wrists as he wandered over to the window. What would happen now was anyone's guess...
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Post by Jandro Juarez on Sept 12, 2009 14:23:36 GMT -5
Jandro was almost immobilized with zip ties and dumped in a chair in the lounge. He had gone from almost nonexistent at school to infamous as he was being treated like a criminal. He was small and thin, built dainty like his twin, it was almost ridiculous to imagine him as dangerous, but he had killed a gang member in defense of his older brother. He wasn't sure where he had gotten the balls to do it, but they seemed to have disappeared now that he was in police custody. "I just want to know how saint is," he asked the cop who was walking away from him. "They shot him in the head. I need to know how my brother is!" By the end he was yelling and he fell off the chair requiring help to get back into it. The cop slugged him, leaving a nasty bruise on one cheek and threatened to tape his mouth if he didn't keep it shut.
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Post by fryn on Sept 13, 2009 1:15:26 GMT -5
"Hey!" protested Takumi abnd he strode after the cop. "What in hell was that for?" He peered at the man's badge. "Just so I remember it when I make my report, bakayarou." The other policeman stepped in when the first one lifted his fist once more. "Back down, Michaels."
"Good. Now I have a name to match your badge number," Taki hissed. The second man stepped forwards. "Just keep it calm."
"Tell him that." He glanced back at Jandro. "He needs medical attention... and also needs to know what is happening to his brother." Takumi drew himself up to his full height - all 5 feet 7 inches of it - and did his best to look determined. Far more determined than he currently felt and he willed his shaky legs to keep him upright for a little longer. "If you want me to forget to file that report you get him some medical attention and news of his brother."
'Takumi - hindsight,' he silently reminded himself but to see the poor kid treated in that manner had seen his anger rise.
The cop stared down at the boy. "You've got some kahunas, kid," he finally said before turning to one of the men stationed outside. "Jackson... go fetch a paramedic and find out what happened to that kid with the bullet in his head."
"Sir!"
Takumi nodded and glared at the firdt man, only then turning back to Jandro. "You'll know how he is soon, little brother but tell me something... what is a kahunas?"
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Post by Jessica Pruitte on Sept 13, 2009 10:02:18 GMT -5
Livid, Jessica tugged against the zipties that bound her wrists together, trying to either dislocate her thumb so she could slip out of them, or break them. No such luck, the things were too thick and too tight for even a hand with a dislocated thumb to slide through. There were others, but Jess wasn’t concerned about them. What she was concerned about was that Felipe had seen her with the zipties, being put into the patrol van. Next to the local vampire.
She sat quietly fuming as the others chattered, the vampire girl grinned at the officers and chatted along with the Asian kid. She knew what was coming. What would happen if the locals managed to put two and five together. IT wasn’t likely, but it might happen. She’d been careful to cover her ass when using the aliases. All they could find out was…
“You’re parents have been contacted.”
Shit. No. Not hers. That wasn’t going to be possible. According to the ‘system’ her parents were dead. According to everyone around her. Her parents were dead. Killed in Iraq. Yup. All good. She was let go.
“I have to say Miss Pruitte, we were a little surprised to learn about your parents.”
There were other things going on, but Jessica’s mind had snapped to the officer who was speaking with her, a sly, slow grin on his face. Runaway, the grin said. Troublemaker.
Casting her eyes around quickly for any way to get out, she’d find a way to cut the ties later, if she could just leave!
“You’re wrong,” she said, lieing to the last.
“Uh-huh. They’re already on their way.”
Shit. Wait no. Her parents wouldn’t deign to step foot outside of their own lives. She was the great mistake. The Daughter That Should Never Have Been. Similar to He Who Must Not Be Named, but worse in a way.
The conversation between Takumi and the officers had gone unrecognized by Jessica, too in her own moment to bear witness to anything else going on in the office. Her mind was going too quickly trying to find a way to back pedal. To cover her ass IF the cops were telling the truth. And why wouldn’t they? They had that knowing looks. How else would they have known to say what they did otherwise.
“Fuck.”
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Post by Sidra Cotton on Sept 13, 2009 10:11:00 GMT -5
Sidra snarled as the cop struck Jandro. She didn’t know the fellow from Adam, but cops were not permitted to hit those in their custody and she knew it. Jandro wasn’t fighting back, was indeed, incapable of it.
“Bad move,” She grinned at him, fangs flashing. They hadn’t thought to check to see if they were fakes, but if they’d stuck fingers in her mouth anyway she would have bitten down. And hard. “You see, dear. After your little speech that is so often given to those arrested, you aren’t allowed to lay hands upon us. He,” her head nodded at Jandro, “was doing nothing to you. You, on the other hand, marked him. Now I wonder what your captain would have to say about that, prick.”
She was already in trouble. So what if she got mouthy? Unlike Taki Sidra didn’t care at the moment. The most they had her on was trespassing in the lighthouse. Same as they’d gotten her brother for and being minors it was a laughable offence. A fine, a reprimand, and a serious grounding from her parents were in her future, that much Sidra knew, but the waif of a boy who’d been struck?
Nope. Not allowed.
Taki could forget to file the report about the striking, but Sidra would not. No one should lay hands on another for any reason least it was to save a life. Particularly someone in authority couldn’t strike someone in their custody, especially when that someone was a minor.
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