everyone can say what they wanna say

[frankengambler]

Who: by_your_leave, frankengambler
When: Backdated to 02/08/11.
Where: Outside a convenience store in Sector 4.
Summary: Kaiji is fired and doesn't take it very well. In fact, he takes it out on his ex-boss' car. Needless to say he's not too pleased about this and calls the police.
Warnings: Probably none except for language on Kaiji's end and GBH on an automobile but I'll add

Comments

does this work? ;;;w;;;

[by_your_leave]

[ The man isn't a trained fighter, Fratley thinks, but he's been chased before. Which just means it's all the more important to grab him before he can be cornered and get desperate enough to employ any unpleasant surprises. He's focused closely enough on Kaiji that when the his glance falls on the dustbin, the Burmecian can practically sense the idea blossom in the man's mind.

He bats aside the dustbin as it hurtles towards him, almost absently; it crashes into the alley wall, scattering its contents. By then, though, Fratley's moving past it. He steps up to grab Kaiji's arm, twist it behind his back, and pin him against the (thankfully not too dirty) alley wall in one swift, fluid movement. For all that he's essentially ramming Kaiji into the wall, he's almost gentle about it. ]

You are under arrest for vandalism, sir, do you understand? [ His tail flicks as he dutifully informs Kaiji of his rights. The tips of (blessedly) blunt claws dig slightly into Kaiji's arms. ] Anything you say can be used against you in court as evidence. You have the right to seek counsel. If you do not have a lawyer, we can provide you with one.

IT DOES INDEED <3

[frankengambler]

[Damp refuse flies acorss the alleyway as the dustbin hits the wall but Kaiji doesn't so much as flinch as a carton of noodles hits him on the shoulder- he's already trying to escape. Just a few seconds and-

And suddenly he's not moving away anymore and he comes face-to-face with a wall. It's only as he feels the series of points in his arms that he realises that he didn't slip- he's been caught.] Get your hands offa me, you son of a bitch-! Get off-!

[He struggles wildly against him but soon it becomes clear to him that he's just no match for him.]

Go fuck yourself! You don't understand shit-! [It's an impressive front but inside, Kaiji's freaking out. He's screwed. Completely screwed. Can they send him to jail for this-? What about if he has to pay? Where's he gonna get the money for that-?!

Tears start pricking at his eyes again- he's starting to resent this cop, whoever he is, for not being more rough with him. At least then he could bitch about it.]

god all i can imagine after this is kaiji being a street-cleaner as part of "community service"

[by_your_leave]

[ The struggling is too uncoordinated for Fratley to really worry that Kaiji's going to manage to break loose, but he is concerned the man's going to do himself an injury with the way he's acting. He does get just a bit of a former grip, if only so Kaiji can't get enough leverage to accidentally pop out a joint or something equally horrific.

He ignores Kaiji for the moment, cocking his head. Kaiji won't be able to hear it, not yet, but the sound of approaching sirens is loud to Fratley's own ears, and it's without much further ado that he starts half-marching, half-hauling Kaiji to the side-alley's mouth. Cuffing him can come later, he thinks. Somehow he wouldn't put it past the man to break his own wrists just to slip away.

They're not supposed to talk to the people they bring in. They really aren't. But, as obvious a wreck as the man is, Fratley can't help but feel sorry for him. ]

You are a Newcomer, are you not? [ His voice is calm, with a vague attempt at being placating running as an undercurrent through it. ] And this is the first time you have been arrested.

omg that so needs to happen- he'll be so chic with his beanie and fluoro vest

[frankengambler]

[Fratley's right about that much. For a few seconds, the thought does cross his mind that if he were to cuff him, he should break his thumbs to get out. Something irrational that he'd never expect. It'd hurt but he'd have to make that sacrifice, he'd have to-

No. Kaiji grits his teeth, trying to swallow down the growing panic in his chest; that uncomfortably familiar feeling of being a trapped fox, willing to chew off its own leg to escape. This is not a game, this man isn't his opponent, there is no win or lose and even if there was, the lose would not equal death. That he can slip back into that mindset so easily is sobering. He forces himself to focus.

This cop is not the enemy. Doesn't mean he's gonna make it easy for him.]

Yeah? So what? [He wipes his nose on the shoulder of his jacket, shooting Fratley a defiant look.] Do Newcomers get to skip straight to their second offense? Wouldn't surprise me with this dump.

yessssss

[by_your_leave]

[ Were Fratley aware of the direction the other Newcomer's thoughts have taken, however briefly, he would not hesitate to express his disapproval. Fortunately, he isn't psychic. Something seems to change about the way the man holds himself, however minutely; unseen, Fratley finds his head tipping to the side.

It could mean the man's decided to accept his arrest. Alternatively, it could mean he's simply biding his time and saving his strength for a better chance at escape. Either way, when Kaiji snaps back at him, he shakes his head. ]

No. We treat Newcomers as fairly as any other criminal. [ Which isn't always true, he knows, if it's a local cop who makes the arrest-- but no need for Kaiji to know that. ] There are Newcomers among the city's public law offices-- if you would be more comfortable with a Newcomer to represent you in court, that can be arranged.

[ The sirens, now, should be audible to Kaiji as well, just as they step out of the alley and onto the curb. A few passing locals shoot Kaiji and Fratley some nervous, suspicious looks as they hurry by, but Fratley doesn't seem to mind. ]

[frankengambler]

Oh, I'm sure. [The sarcasm is only partially for show. Kaiji's never been one for politics but suddenly it's become another worry to add to the ever growing pile.] Don't patronise me- I'm guessing you've seen it all from the inside first hand.

[Fortunately for Fratley, in spite of his bitterness, he's not struggling anymore; he's too tired to fight back and, really, what's the point? The other man (rat? kangaroo?) has already demonstrated that he's far stronger and faster than him- although he's making up for it by being as verbally uncooperative as possible.]

You can shove your representative up your ass. I don't have anything to say to you people. [And then he picks up on the sirens and hesitates, the reality of his situation finally sinking in. When he speaks again, the edge has gone from his voice. He even sounds faintly pleading.] ... look, I'm guilty. Just charge me and leave me at that. I don't wanna talk about the "why".

[A police officer dissecting his reasoning and questioning him and prying into his life... that's almost worse than the punishment.]

[by_your_leave]

[ There's a pause, where the sirens grow louder, and Fratley speaks, his voice neutral. ] I have been told that mitigating circumstances often lead to a reduction in the penalties applied. [ He cocks his head to the side. ] One should not dismiss all of one's options out of hand, no matter how unfavorable they appear to be.

Keep it in mind.

[ The police car comes around the corner, then, and Fratley straightens, tugging Kaiji to stand straight along with him. The car comes to a stop beside them, and the sirens are flicked off; the police officer that steps out of it is sour-faced as she eyes Fratley and Kaiji. If she has any uncharitable thoughts about Newcomers to share, she doesn't voice them; Fratley's grip on Kaiji's arm tightens gently in warning before he steers the other Newcomer towards the car. ]

[frankengambler]

["The mitigating circumstances"...

Kaiji grits his teeth hard. He's tired, he hurts all over and worst of all, he still can't get the image of Daniel, bloodied and dead-eyed, out of his head. He didn't even work any of it out on that stupid, fucking car. It's not fair. It's not-

Kaiji gives a little gasp.] H-He's dead and I couldn't do anything- [He trips over his own feet as they head for the car and before he knows it, he's crying openly again, this time in great, ugly sobs, tears and snot running down his face. He staggers against Fratley, half-numb with grief. He doesn't give a shit that the police woman probably thinks he's a mental case as well as a criminal. What does it matter?]

What the hell am I doing?! He's dead and I'm acting like a fucking idiot-!

[by_your_leave]

Oh for fuck's sake. Wrap it up, Fratley. [ The other police officer groans, rolling her eyes and sliding back into the police car; clearly, she wants nothing to do with with any tearful breakdowns. She probably doesn't get paid enough to be a therapist as well as a police officer.

Fratley, being right next to Kaiji, doesn't have as convenient an avenue to escape. He barely sways as Kaiji stumbles into him, and though his ears pin back delicately, he doesn't pull away. He doesn't have much experience in comforting the distraught, and he's note sure how exactly he's supposed to begin doing so now. It's also out of the question to attempt a comforting pat on the arm when he's still keeping a grip on Kaiji.

Eventually, he clears his throat softly. ] I am sorry for your loss.