Realistic or Modern Revolution (Superpowers RP)

[Coco Adel]

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Chicago 11:34 PM.

The streets are as quiet as they can be, the night life of Chicago has started, the adults are out partying, children are in their bed,the night patrol has started. But not all is peaceful, under the cover of night crimes are being committed, theft, drugs and many other illegal things. However, little does anyone know the world has been changing underneath everyone very noses. The next step of evolution has started...you have begun. Somewhere within thr past month, you habe discovered something extraordinary about yourself...you habe discovered that you have powers, at first you thought you might dreaming, that you were hallucinating, going crazy but at this point and time you know for sure they're real, you're not all that good with them yet, but there is one thing you know for sure, these powers mean big things for your future, rather they good or bad is yet to be seen, rather you are good or bad...has yet to be seen, but the choice is entirely up to you.

 

[WeaselThor]

Detective Dick Tirndas

It had been another long day with only a few hours of intermittent sleep. As it had been this past month, so much was changing so fast that for the first time in his life he felt overwhelmed. Yet here he was carrying his gun and badge into a human trafficking ring, as he had done many times before. The major difference was this time there was no backup, in fact if his fellow police officers showed up he would be going to jail with the rest of them. Nonetheless checked his ammo in the standard issue 1911 9mm semi automatic pistol for the third time before holstering it and moving into the back door to the nightclub. As he anticipated there was a guard in front of the door. Luckily that man didn't anticipate Dick. The detective managed to get within three feet of the man before he turned...right into a heavy right hook. Unfortunately the man was a bit tougher than Dick thought and took a few more blows to incapacitate even managing to get in one of his own. A body blow that felt like it bruised a rib. that's gonna be fun tomorrow. he thought to himself as he drew the gun and opened the door....

open to interaction. ​

 

[WhipDing]

Chris Derby

Chris wandered semi-aimlessly through the streets of Chicago, as he had done many times before. A gentle breeze blew over his face, his hair bouncing up and down slightly with each step. The relative solitude was pretty nice - he was something of a night person, seeing as it was difficult to find time alone in this busy city during the daytime. It was somewhat more dangerous, sure, but he'd managed to stay out of trouble so far, so what was the harm?

Each step echoed across the empty road, the only thing he could hear right now, other than the distant sound of what he could only assume was a pretty intense party. He wasn't really into that stuff. Too much noise, too many people.

It was a clear night, although he couldn't exactly see many stars, the light pollution obscuring most of them. Instead, he looked up into a murky sky, the only interesting feature being an almost-full moon hanging in the sky. It was a good thing he'd worn a jacket today, otherwise he might feel the cold a little more. He tucked his hands into his pockets, protecting them from the outside world.

He continued walking, taking a random road off the right. He hadn't been here exactly before, but he knew the area well enough that he was confident he wouldn't get lost.

[open for interaction]

 

[dancing-starlight]

~~ Clarissa Everheart ~~

Click. Whirr. Click. Whirr.

The dull, everpresent sounds associated with the subway system register at the back of Clary’s mind, tickling at the edges of her awareness. Her right hand is curled around one of the numerous metallic poles scattered all along the legnth of the train-car for balance; the pole is like pure ice against Clary’s fingertips and palm. The subway’s imposing, too-bright fluorescent lights flicker unevenly, a stuttering heartbeat. In order to somewhat shield her light-sensitive eyes, Clary reaches up with her free hand to roughly drag her hood up and over in one hard jerk, concealing most of the jungle she calls hair; longer strands spill free from the mouth of the hood, nosing at her cheeks and throat. Her hoodie is damp with rain, and Clary wipes her hand across her faded blue jeans after handling the hood, the wetness causing mild disgust to twist on her lips. She bows her head, eyes glued to her muddy sneakers, the shoelaces stained brown due to years of use and exposure to dirt and grime.

Clary grunts when a shape pushes past, jostling her hunched frame and causing her to slip backwards; her loose grip on the metal pole is lost, and she staggers into another passenger. Clary mutters out a quick and genuine apology, shuffling back to her previous spot, her hand returning to the pole, grip now tight enough to cause the tips of her fingers to bleed white. Clary watches the shape hurry past, uncaring as it shoves and bumps it’s way past other passengers. Irritation spills hotly across Clary’s insides, and her jaw clenches with tension.

She hated living in such a big city, where everyone did what they wanted; in a city this large, people began to blur and bleed into one, and individuality becomes a lost concept. How horrible to think that she was just another faceless speck for assholes to push out of their way as they chase after their goals.

I’m human, too, jerk. Clary thinks urgently and angrily at the receding back of the person. Not that anyone in this city seems to care.

Clary’s venomous thoughts are scattered like bees from an upset hive when the ground under her feet gives a hard, steady shake. Multiple people on the subway gasp in harminous shock. Clary inhales sharply, her head darting up to glance around the subway in brief panic.

What the hell? ​

 

[Coco Adel]

Darnira was sitting in her basement, she was nervous, as she looked at the rock I'm her hand, she gulped and wrapped her hands around it, closing both her hand around it, she concentrated and opened her hands only to find a big shiny diamond in it. She gasped and dropped it on the floor near several others, it was official, it was not a dream!, this was really happening "Holy shit, I think I might be Jesus" She had been doing this for ther past month now, things had been changing when she touched them, it used to be random, but now she could turn ordinary rocks into diamond, she could be rich, but would that be right to do? She technically didn't steal anything but how would she explain how she got big chunks of diamond? She wasn't sure what to do, but for now she just took the gems and locked them away in a box.

Persephone Faythe, if there was one name you didn't want to hear as a law enforcer it was her's. For most there were only two options, face her and lose or turn around and run as fast as you can to your next case and hope she wasn't the one defending it. She was every criminals best friend and law abiding citizens nightmare.

She had just finished up for the night, a simple case really embezzlement, more like childs play. She was leaving her office to get into her car when man approached her fury written all over his face "How do you live with yourself, dragging honest hard working peoples names through mud, keeping criminals from getting what they deserve!"

She sighed, not even bothering to take her sunglasses off as she turned to him "I did my job, and did it well, it's not my fault your lawyer sucked at hers, maybe next time when I tell you to take the deal, you'll wise up and listen. Honestly this sounds like a you problem and you can't afford for me to listen to your problems" She got in her car and started to drive home. She had more pressing matters to deal with...odd matters

 

[TheMilkMan]

It was a typical night in Chicago. Most people were out partying, unaware of whatever crimes were being committed in the streets. Drug dealers, murderers, rapists, It didn't matter who they were, to Damien they were all the same. Vermin polluting the earth that needed to be killed.

In the two weeks that Damien had his power he already managed to convert 10 people. And it couldn't have been easier to get away with since there were no bodies that were left behind. They'd all be reported as missing. Eventually Chicago police would notice a pattern with all the recent disapearings and try to crack-down on him but by then there'd be a legion of Damiens waiting for them.

In the meantime he prowled the streets, looking for his next victim, anyone would do as long as they were alone. He headed down a lonely road hoping to find someone, even a hobo would do. But this Damien had no luck. None of the other Damiens had any luck either, but one.

A woman, probably in her 20's who was most likely drunk stumbled down an alleyway, at the end of which Damien was waiting for her. "Hey lovely" he reached out to grab her but was only met with a face full of pepper-spray, as the woman ran away screaming loud enough to wake the entire neighbourhood. As he regained his senses he knew he had to get out of there fast as she would have probably called the cops.

 

[Coco Adel]

Danira walked upstairs to clear her head, she stepped outside to take a walk, she wasn't sure to where, but she needed to think about all of this. It wasn't everyday that someone just got superpowers, at least she didn't think it was. She had to think about what she wanted to do with these powers, if she should do anything with these powers. She'd have liked to have believed that there had been enough movies and TV shows for people not to freak out and react in the worst way possible to a person with these kinds of abilities, then again there were enough people in the world for her to question rather or not the human race going to the devolution process as well. This was the kind of stuff people wished would happen to them as a kid, but now that she had the powers, she wasn't sure what to do, she couldn't just jump into being a superhero, she wasn't even sure if that was something she should do "Why can't things just be simple for once"

Persephone stopped her car, and got out to go to a convenient store gas station, it was empty, try were closed for the night but the pumps were still active as long as you used a card, so she swiped it, put her number in and put the pump in, waiting for the tank to fill up so she could go. She sighed, feeling bored and pulled pout her phone, playing chess online while she leaned against her car, a nice black 2018 Mercedes Benz. She yawned, winning the game easily and moved onto the next, starting the next match while she waited.

 

[WeaselThor]

Detective Dick Tirndas
as he rounded the threshold of the door Richard bumped into a six foot eight wall of muscle in a suit. Before he could even bring his gun up the mans massive hand closed over the gun and both of his hands. "Your making a mistake..." he started but was cut off by the mans knuckles cracking across his mouth. "On the Contrary detective...you are the one who has made a mistake. The boss will see you now." the beefcake then dragged richard along the hallway to an office up a stairwell further down the hallway. Yet on his way up he took his shoes off. Finally the men made to the office and he was sat down at a table in front of a rather heavyset Asian man. The large man pulled His own handcuffs out and clicked them over Richards wrists and the arms of the chair then pushed the chair in and took his spot at the left mirroring the other mountain of muscle that the detective had yet to get acquainted with. The asian man took another bite of the meal in front of him before setting his utensils down and wiping his mouth. "So then detective, you seem to be looking pretty hard for me. what can i do for you?"

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[Vagabond Spectre]

It's been awhile since Jericho had lived his life with an extraordinary ability. A power he is fully aware of, yet he hasn't familiarizes himself with it. Jericho was local elementart teacher who is currently teaching kindergartens how to spell and stuff. He is by far the youngest teacher in the school, thanks to his excelling scholarship that just went down to teaching. Jericho doesn't seemed to be too surprised that the fact that he quite different than most people. He posseses great powers that will change lives. He ignored that fact though.

He found as a gift to him. A cursed gift to be specific. He never displays his powers to make things simple. Jericho has been studying for hours. He lives in a local apartment not too far away from where he teaches. It was late at night and he stll studying harder than usual. He already had dinner a few hours ago. He sat in his big bed with a printed paperwork in hands. Jericho's life was normal. A good apartment with a stable job. Jericho is modest in nature. Jericho turned the apartment TV on for background noises. The TV was on a late night news channel. He had no interst of going outside this late of the night. He decides to study till he sleeps.

 

[dancing-starlight]

~~ Clarissa ~~

The ground groans out another sharp tremor, jostling the train-car. The car lurches jaggedly to the left, screaming as the metallic sides claw against the concete walls wrapped in a protective cacoon around the subway. Clarissa is violently thrown against a window, her whole body thrust up against one of the sliding doors. A grunt escapes her breathlessly, and she tucks her head into the crease of her arm when bodies collapse into hers against their own will. Panicked screeches and laments of pain flutter and stuff the open spaces of the train-car; Clarissa barley manages to shoulder her way up and through the mass of bodies, clutching at the support beams for balance. She makes her way to the center of the train-car just as the ground hiccups a third violent sputter, rattling the very foundations of the subway station. Clary crashes to her knees painfully, breaking her fall with the round parts of her hands located under her palms.

“Someone call 911!” A passenger screams desperately, initiating others to yell back in response. Clary bows her head as she rests on her hands and knees, struggling to breathe. The train-car suddenly fills her with intense hot flashes of claustrophobia; her skin itches underneath her clothing, and overwhemling panic tangles like a ball of thorns in her stomach, painful and stabbing at her insides. The world collapses into screams and heat and it’s too much.

“Shut up,” Clary moans under her breath; her nails claw into the metal floors when the fevered yelps don’t stop.

Clady sucks in a labored inhale, her eyes round and huge, chest heaving. She can’t even think, for fuck’s sake...can’t even hear her own heartbeat-

“I said SHUT UP!” The roar leaves Clary’s throat raw and it takes all the energy from the center of her being; the sound bounces around the small area like bullets. Most of the passengers fall silent in shock as the trembling earth suddenly stills. The train-car rights itself back in the center of the tracks with a crooked moan. The train-car is silent, save for terrified panting from the passengers.

Clary embraces the sudden hush that hovers over the train-car and its passengers; her heartbeat rumbles, familiar...calming, in her ears.

Everything and everyone in the train-car is still for a moment, save for Clary’s trembling fingers.

{Open for interaction, always! ^.^}​

 

[WeaselThor]

Alexander Benson Jr.
The interrogating officers sat across the table, Alex looking smug with his arms crossed over his chest. "We are running the bars security cameras so you may as well confess now and save yourself some trouble." the detective spat with obvious agression. This only granted a chuckle from Alexander who held up 3 fingers. He dropped the index finger saying "First of all that bar don't have any camera's." then he lowered his ring finger "Secondly i didn't do anything." finally he thrust the remaining finger into the officers direction. "Thirdly...i want to call my lawyer." the cops face turned so red with anger it looked like you could cook an egg on the short mans bald head. A fact that Alex was sure to point out as the two officers left to get him his phone call. They returned moments later and slammed the phone on the table. "oooo macho" alex snickered at the much smaller man as he dialed the number to someone he had two reasons to see. Luckily Persephone Faythe's number was on a poster on the way in the station. If ever there was a time to be good with numbers it was now, luckily for alex he was always good with them. And so the line rung...

Coco Adel​

 

[Coco Adel]

Alexander Benson Jr.
View attachment 438788 The interrogating officers sat across the table, Alex looking smug with his arms crossed over his chest. "We are running the bars security cameras so you may as well confess now and save yourself some trouble." the detective spat with obvious agression. This only granted a chuckle from Alexander who held up 3 fingers. He dropped the index finger saying "First of all that bar don't have any camera's." then he lowered his ring finger "Secondly i didn't do anything." finally he thrust the remaining finger into the officers direction. "Thirdly...i want to call my lawyer." the cops face turned so red with anger it looked like you could cook an egg on the short mans bald head. A fact that Alex was sure to point out as the two officers left to get him his phone call. They returned moments later and slammed the phone on the table. "oooo macho" alex snickered at the much smaller man as he dialed the number to someone he had two reasons to see. Luckily Persephone Faythe's number was on a poster on the way in the station. If ever there was a time to be good with numbers it was now, luckily for alex he was always good with them. And so the line rung...

Coco Adel​

As Persephone finished filling up her car, and got inside preparing to go home, be phone started to ring, the number was one she didn't recognize but so were most of her first time clients. At the worst she's just have to hang up and block them so she swiped the answer key on her phone and connected it to the phone in her car "Persephone Faythe speaking, who may I ask is calling?" She asked starting her car and began to drive away from the gas station.

 

[WeaselThor]

As Persephone finished filling up her car, and got inside preparing to go home, be phone started to ring, the number was one she didn't recognize but so were most of her first time clients. At the worst she's just have to hang up and block them so she swiped the answer key on her phone and connected it to the phone in her car "Persephone Faythe speaking, who may I ask is calling?" She asked starting her car and began to drive away from the gas station.

When the phone line picked up alex put his charm on Immediately, years of dealing with foreign dignitaries and wealthy businessmen would show in his tone. If nothing else it would say he was indeed very rich. "Good evening Ms.Faythe, My name is Alexander Benson Jr. If I said i needed you hear at chicago PD in the next 5 minutes how much would that cost me? And more importantly would it be worth the price?" the lines of a typical tycoon. Loaded men looking for any excuse to throw wads of cash. Yet that isn't what Alex wanted he was looking for more than his freedom...but first thing was first.​

 

[Coco Adel]

When the phone line picked up alex put his charm on Immediately, years of dealing with foreign dignitaries and wealthy businessmen would show in his tone. If nothing else it would say he was indeed very rich. "Good evening Ms.Faythe, My name is Alexander Benson Jr. If I said i needed you hear at chicago PD in the next 5 minutes how much would that cost me? And more importantly would it be worth the price?" the lines of a typical tycoon. Loaded men looking for any excuse to throw wads of cash. Yet that isn't what Alex wanted he was looking for more than his freedom...but first thing was first.​

The mans on the other side of the phone sounded like a spoiled rich kind, which wasn't an issue for her, as long as he paid her, he could run a drug ring for all she cared, but that was only if he paid her"40,000 upfront, 20,000 and hour and yes it's very worth it, there isn't a person alive who can play game better than me and by the time I'm done, you may just be pressing charges yourself. Now if we have a deal, I can be up there in a matter of minutes, if not, I have things to do and places to be so what's it gonna be?" She was coming up on thr exit that would either take her home or down to the police station, if yes she went left, if not she went right and called it a night.

 

[dancing-starlight]

{ Clarissa Everheart }
The train-car eventually makes it to Clary's desired destination. The passengers file out of the subway, ghostly in their silence and shocked awe. Emotions perfume the air, unspoken, but understood by everyone that was on the train-car. Bewilderment, panic, adrenaline...gratefulness, piousness, incomprehension. Clary herself staggers free of the train-car and numbly pushes past the faceless crowd. Sweat beads around Clary's forehead and neck, ice cold as it collects in a shiny pool in the dips of her collarbones, slipping like ink down the side of her cheeks.

How did we all survive? Clary thinks in a muted, lazy daze as she steps out of the subway. Chicago's signature winds slap Clary in the face as she re-surfaces above ground, inhaling deeply, blinking rapidly against the onslaught of wind. She reaches up to peel back her still-damp hood, allowing her hair to be exposed to the twinkling night. Her hair blows in the wind, stinging her cheeks. Standing on a sidewalk, her toes inches away from the road, Clary looks down at her still trembling hands, her breathing growing labored.

She can clearly recall the warring emotions she felt; the claustrophobia, the reckless rage...Clary has always had problems with controlling her anger and her pain, but this felt different. This felt..raw. Powerful.

So busy caught up in her own confused train of thought, Clary is startled when suddenly someone is bumping into her, causing her to trip forward and tip towards the road. Clary lurches to her right, back and away from the road. She spins on the person who bumped into her, anger quickly replacing her fear.

"That is the second time tonight!" Clary snaps; what is wrong with people? Seriously!

"Watch where you're going, asshole." Clary snarls out at the figure. Broad shoulders reveal that the figure is a man, and Clary pauses.

WhipDing

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[WeaselThor]

The mans on the other side of the phone sounded like a spoiled rich kind, which wasn't an issue for her, as long as he paid her, he could run a drug ring for all she cared, but that was only if he paid her"40,000 upfront, 20,000 and hour and yes it's very worth it, there isn't a person alive who can play game better than me and by the time I'm done, you may just be pressing charges yourself. Now if we have a deal, I can be up there in a matter of minutes, if not, I have things to do and places to be so what's it gonna be?" She was coming up on thr exit that would either take her home or down to the police station, if yes she went left, if not she went right and called it a night.

Unlike most prissy rich kids alex didnt seem to bat an eye. "Fine sounds right. This case may take a while, and frankly these officers bore the hell out of me. So make it in three minutes and have me in my own custody by midnight and ill double the rate. Drive safe." he said as he hung the line up and held it out to the interrogator. "You can put me back in my cell or wait for my lawyer, i bet she will be here soon...10 grand says you wont be happy."the officer grumbled and left the cell leaving the tall stocky blonde handcuffed to the table.


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[Coco Adel]

With that, Pesephone had heard all she needed to, she turned left to go to the police station in ther meantime she called her firm and asked for the documents on Alexander Benson Jr. She read them and laughed at first when she noticed something strange, something she'd usually question but given the events of the past month, she knew something was up, something that as strange as it was made her job a lot easier "Well, it looks me and Mr. Benson are going to have to have a talk" . Parking her car as close as she could to do the door without taking a hanicap space and stepped out of her car and into the precinct. The moment she stepped in, things got really quiet. This wasn't first time she'd come in so they knew that someone with an awful lot of cash was paying her to be here and some of them knew for sure whoever it was, was about to go free. An officer walked up to her, gulping her asked "What are you here for?" To that she rolled her eyes "I'm here for Alexander Benson Jr. I'm his lawyer and I want to speak to the detectives in charge"

 

[WeaselThor]

Chicago PD

Detective Murry was going through the when he heard the building quiet down. Looking up from the paperwork he let out a grunt of disapproval as the biggest obstacle in his career walked in demanding to speak to him. He rose from the desk setting his reading glasses on the papers. Walking towards the gorgeous devil woman he offered his hand. "There's only one person here today who can afford you. He is in room 34b. But i'd like a word with you before hand." he gestured to his rarely used office. He preferred to be around his other detectives, at his age being alone meant death could be a single stroke away. At least surrounded by his colleagues he could make it to the hospital in time to maybe survive.

Coco Adel​

 

[Coco Adel]

"Fine, but it better be good, and this better not be an attempt at stalling to get a confession out of my client, otherwise it'll be thrown out and you know it" She stated, before following him to his office to hear what he had to say before she went to see Alexander. She wanted to see what he wanted to talk about and if it was worth hearing, but she guessed anything he had to say could be useful to her, rather it was damning or not. She stepped into his office, standing rather than sitting down as she didn't plan on being there long enough for that to be necessary. "So, what is it, that you'd like to have a word with me about?"

 

[WeaselThor]

Detective Murry's office, chicago PD

When the door closed behind him he looked at Persephone with a serious look. " Im gonna be quick, be careful with this one Ms. Faythe. I've known this boy most of his life, his father was a good friend of mine. I don't want to see him go down so in a way im glad your here." he took a deep breath seeming a bit winded. "But there is something different about him, my guts never steered me wrong before, and this man makes me feel like im locking eyes with a Tiger. I think he might be insane, or just unhinged. Either way he needs help... If your gonna put him back on the streets, then you should make sure he gets it." he opened the door for her adding one last tidbit. "By the way, its three charges of murder now and five aggravated assaults." he didnt feel a need to tell her anymore than that, she had been in the business enough to know what it meant. One of the Hospitalized victims hadn't pulled through.​

 

[Coco Adel]

"Mr. Murry while it surprises me that you're happy to see me, the concern is not needed, I'm defense eterny, it's what I do and as far as I can see, these are alleged murders and aggravated assaults but I'll discuss that with the arresting detectives, I don't much like repeating myself but you are free to stand in if you like, but...thank you for your concern" With that Persephone left Murry's office and headed down to 34b. She had an idea of what was going on, part of it at least, but it was best she didn't mention it, it was going to help them win the case, even if his last victim did pull through in the hospital it didn't matter and all thanks to one special thing...she knew Mr. Benson had powers. She made it to the room and stepped inside "Alright, boys as much fun as I'm sure you've had hassling my client, I'm going to need you to let him go now, in his own custody, unless of course you'd like to explain to the many reasons why these allegations are...laughable at best"

 

[WhipDing]

Chris Derby

Chris continued down the road he'd picked, now only dimly aware of his surroundings, travelling more by instinct than by his senses. Adjusting to life alone had been somewhat difficult for him, but he was starting to enjoy it - the freedom to do whatever he wanted, whenever he wanted, was incredible. A month ago, he would never have considered walking out alone like this in the dark, but now... it just felt right. Alone, with only his thoughts to keep him company.

And, of course, the sound of the wind rustling through nearby trees. The gentle breeze from earlier had become a little stronger, now becoming a little uncomfortable, with his jacket fluttering around slightly. It was currently blowing down his back, so it wasn't too bad, but he felt he should probably head back soon. Wouldn't want to--

Thud!

He was so preoccupied with his own thoughts that he didn't even notice the person standing in front of him. His shock lasted only a brief moment before it turned to concern, as the person stumbled into the road. Thankfully, they were able to recover and pull themselves back onto the sidewalk before anything terrible happened, and he breathed a sigh of relief.

Yet somehow... he didn't feel quite right.

They turned to face him, revealing a feminine face etched with clear anger. Chris' cheeked turned red as she rebuked him, and guilt washed over him. He felt like such an idiot... even at this time, he must've been pretty stupid to just walk straight into someone like that. He held up both his hands, hoping to pacify her somewhat.

"I-I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to..." He trailed off as he got a better look at at her. Despite the fact that today had been pretty dry, her hair and forehead were clearly soaked through, drops almost running down her face. He was hesitant to ask - even though she seemed fairly young, she was pretty scary - but he felt he should given what had just happened.

His stomach pulsed again. He still wasn't feeling great... was it fear?

"Um... are y-you okay?" He struggled to get the final words out, his legs starting to shake slightly .

Something was really wrong now. A moment ago, he was pretty sure he was looking down at her... but now he was somehow looking up at her? At first he thought his posture had simply slumped slightly, but a quick stretch was enough to shoot down that idea. Something really, really weird was going on - his whole body now seemed to be shifting around, even though he was sure he was standing perfectly still. Who was this girl?

"What are you... what's going on?" A tinge of panic lined his voice.

He continued to have to look further and further up just to maintain eye contact, and he soon had to crane his neck upwards. His head now seemed to be only in-line with her waist, and he wasn't showing any signs of slowing down.

dancing-starlight

 

[WeaselThor]

Chicago PD, room 34b

When the defense attorney walked in the grin on Alexanders face as the detectives grilled him expanded a full perfect toothed smile. "Oh so sad it seems your time is up." the detective turned his fiery gaze to alex only gaining a chuckle in response. "Laughable? Three men are dead and more are badly hurt by this man, so why dont you elighten me as to how it is laughable? I've got over a dozen witnesses including the establishments owner saying he is guilty. That is enough to sway the jury so please let me know what you can do here?" the detectives face was beet red. "once she is done serving you would you mind removing these handcuffs? They are beginning to chafe." alex added over his shoulder actually getting a chuckle from red faces partner.​

 

[Coco Adel]

Chicago PD, room 34b

When the defense attorney walked in the grin on Alexanders face as the detectives grilled him expanded a full perfect toothed smile. "Oh so sad it seems your time is up." the detective turned his fiery gaze to alex only gaining a chuckle in response. "Laughable? Three men are dead and more are badly hurt by this man, so why dont you elighten me as to how it is laughable? I've got over a dozen witnesses including the establishments owner saying he is guilty. That is enough to sway the jury so please let me know what you can do here?" the detectives face was beet red. "once she is done serving you would you mind removing these handcuffs? They are beginning to chafe." alex added over his shoulder actually getting a chuckle from red faces partner.​

"Well, let's see, the fact that this altercation took place in bar full of drunken people, who probably couldn't even walk a straight line, much less tell you what actually happened. The fact that this bar is owned by a shady business dealer who doesn't even have cameras in his establishment to hide the fact that he deals with less that reputable people" She put her index finger up, chuckling a little bit "Or maybe we should talk about the alleged sighting of my client being stabbed in the head, by one of his assailants, now I don't know about you, but if my client was stabbed in the head about a month ago, he wouldn't be able to speak right now, much less be interrogated, but yet I see him here, just fine, not even with stitches in his head which he would no doubt have right now if he was indeed stabbed in the head as all your so called witnesses claimed. Do I have to spell it out for you, this was a shady establishment that knew full well my client had means, they tried to strong arm him into giving them money and he defended himself. When their intimidation plan didn't work they strong armed a bunch terrified bystanders into saying they saw him attack those people first in an attempt to be able to sue my client for damages, hoping he'd settle outside of court to avoid jail time, it's too bad for them that they came up with such a shit story" She held up her hand counting them off as she named a few counter charges against them "So let's see, what do we have here, fabrication, defamation, blackmail, not to mention the failure to conduct a proper investigation. I'm sure a jury would love to hear how two detectives arrested a man who was defending himself on hearsay and tall tales, must I go on, or can my client go home now boys?"

 

[WeaselThor]

Leaving Chicago PD

As if on que detective Murry enter with news that made mr beet face seem as if he would blow a gasket. "The witnesses are dropping out like flies. The clubs owner too and He was the only sober one there..." he let out a sigh. "Cut him loose...but rest assured we are watching you Alex." the calm partner came and uncuffed him and alex rose. "People are always watching me detective...but people see what is beneficial to them. You should do the same." he said making more than a few sweat drops bead up on the detectives brow. "Are you threatening me?" the beet faced detective shouted trying to get in alex's face to look tough but failing on account of being a whole head and shoulders shorter. "not at all detective, just offering friendly advice." he said in an obviously mocking tone.​