Just when everyday seemed to greet me with a smile
WHO: John Constantine [trenchcoatmagic ], and Zuko Flamey-O Emo Pants [vsrsbsns ]
Where: The local jail
DATE: September 19th
WARNINGS: N/A
SUMMARY: Zuko gets out early. BUT HOW?
STATUS: Incomplete/Closed
It took me most of the night to pull the favors together. A couple of favors to get him released, and a bit of blackmail to keep any officials from making a big deal about me getting a kid out of jail on the weekend. Really, considering what I had on some of them-- drinking with a warden's mistress had it's pluses, I suppose-- the least they could do was come down and get the boy out from behind bars.
Still, I had to pull more strings than I should have cared to pull for 'Blue'. And I knew that I probably wouldn't even get a pleasant attitude out of it. Might even get a teenaged boy trying to yell at me about how I shouldn't have done anything to help him.
'Last time I do something good for a street kid, was already at the tip of my tongue, and the officer hadn't even brought him out yet. Here I was prepping myself to fight with a kid, and for what? I still wasn't entirely sure what I was getting out of the deal.
Blue reminded me of myself, a bit, yeah, but to be honest, were I to meet a young me, I'd probably kick him out on his arse and tell him to sod off. It wasn't that. He reminded me of someone else over in London, probably, one of my old friends, or some brat I'd encountered at some point. At this point, I was fairly certain I'd intentionally forgotten the names to avoid the headache.
I had enough headaches of my own, I don't know why I'd decided to start picking up new ones.
Paying the fine had been easy enough, at least. That was just a matter of a few quick and loose deals with items that would make the heat that Yuffie accidentally brought me tame. Sure, it was a bit of a dangerous game, but that was the sort of thing I liked. Or had liked. Couldn't quite come up with the word, what with the adrenaline of that sort of piss-poor judgment still in me.
The door from the waiting area to the cells opened, and I glanced up from where I was sitting on the bench. Time to ease Iroh's heart a bit, at least for the moment.
Where: The local jail
DATE: September 19th
WARNINGS: N/A
SUMMARY: Zuko gets out early. BUT HOW?
STATUS: Incomplete/Closed
It took me most of the night to pull the favors together. A couple of favors to get him released, and a bit of blackmail to keep any officials from making a big deal about me getting a kid out of jail on the weekend. Really, considering what I had on some of them-- drinking with a warden's mistress had it's pluses, I suppose-- the least they could do was come down and get the boy out from behind bars.
Still, I had to pull more strings than I should have cared to pull for 'Blue'. And I knew that I probably wouldn't even get a pleasant attitude out of it. Might even get a teenaged boy trying to yell at me about how I shouldn't have done anything to help him.
'Last time I do something good for a street kid, was already at the tip of my tongue, and the officer hadn't even brought him out yet. Here I was prepping myself to fight with a kid, and for what? I still wasn't entirely sure what I was getting out of the deal.
Blue reminded me of myself, a bit, yeah, but to be honest, were I to meet a young me, I'd probably kick him out on his arse and tell him to sod off. It wasn't that. He reminded me of someone else over in London, probably, one of my old friends, or some brat I'd encountered at some point. At this point, I was fairly certain I'd intentionally forgotten the names to avoid the headache.
I had enough headaches of my own, I don't know why I'd decided to start picking up new ones.
Paying the fine had been easy enough, at least. That was just a matter of a few quick and loose deals with items that would make the heat that Yuffie accidentally brought me tame. Sure, it was a bit of a dangerous game, but that was the sort of thing I liked. Or had liked. Couldn't quite come up with the word, what with the adrenaline of that sort of piss-poor judgment still in me.
The door from the waiting area to the cells opened, and I glanced up from where I was sitting on the bench. Time to ease Iroh's heart a bit, at least for the moment.