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[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

FIVE MILLION YEARS LATER i had to actually look up what to charge Kaiji with...

[by_your_leave]

[ Fratley's on his lunch break, or what counts as one when you're technically still on patrol, when his walkie talkie sputters out the alert in a crackle of static. After a polite tip of his hat to the hot dog vendor, he's immediately on his way. The streets in this area are choked with cars at this hour, but Fratley's never had to use a squad car-- his conveyance of choice has always been his own two feet, muscles propelling him across low roofs and fire escapes as though he's sprouted wings.

Whether it's because of the traffic or because he's simply the closest officer in the area, Fratley's the first to arrive at the scene. It's easy to figure out where the crime scene is; Kaiji's efforts aren't exactly quiet, especially with ears this big.

At the edge of the roof, Fratley pauses, ears flicking as he scopes out the situation. Aside from being rather violent and angry, the man doesn't seem to be armed. There isn't any evidence of powers being in use either, but that's no guarantee that the man doesn't have any. He just might not

Don't sweat it bb! ♥ Sorry, I kind of left you all ??? with that part

[frankengambler]

[The adrenalin’s still powering through him and now the numbness isn’t just from kicking the car too much. All he can hear is the blood beating in his ears and his own voice making furious, incoherent noises. That is until there’s a thud behind him and the word “police” makes it through the haze of his anger.

It’s like he’s snapped back to reality. The brick drops from his hand as he swings around.] Get out of my-

[Oh shit. What the hell is that?! Is he seeing things?! Kaiji stares at him dumbly for a few moments, frozen in shock and then it registers again- the police. This rat… man… thing is about to throw him in jail. As if he didn't have enough motivation to run for it.]

Fuck-! [And then he’s tearing off in the opposite direction, cursing with all his might like it'll somehow make him run faster on his now throbbing foot. Maybe if he can get to somewhere with a crowd-? Find somewhere to hide-?? Try and lose him

IT WORKS IF YOU THINK OF IT AS KAIJI CRYIN FOR HIS MAMMA. 8D

[by_your_leave]

[ Sometimes, it does pay to look something other than human. The moment Kaiji freezes is a good opportunity to move in, a good chance to avoid having to do anything messy or violent. Fratley's about to close in, hoping he can head the man off before he does anything truly stupid--

And then he runs. Fratley bites back a sigh. They always run. He grabs his walkie-talkie to call in the chase, then shoves it back into its holder so he has both hands free.

It's always tricky, detaining someone, trying to find the balance between just enough force and too much. Fratley lets instinct take over and bring him abreast of Kaiji, matching his steps, waiting for the perfect opportunity.

There.

When Kaiji's in mid-step, he lashes out with the baton, trying to catch him neatly on the back of the knee supporting his weight. ]

OH NO HOW IS HE GOING TO EXPLAIN THIS TO HER? D:

[frankengambler]

[The whole time, all that’s going through his mind is a long line of unrepeatable things. Of course he’s not going to outrun this guy- he only had to take one look at him to figure that much out. That doesn’t mean he’s going to give in just yet; he’s never been one to back down from an outwardly impossible situation and this is by far one of the least impossible he’s faced.

He’s still working out a plan as the baton catches him hard. Seconds later he goes flying and finds himself with a face full of pavement.] Urgh... goddamn cheater...

[He stil has time to make a run for- no he doesn't. Fuck it. Time for some quick thinking. Kaiji struggles onto his hands, looking around for something to distract Fratley. Trash? No. Empty bin bags? No good. Dustbin...?

There.]