OPEN | my only weakness is a list of crimes

[vinovidivici]

Who: Claire Stanfield / OPEN
When: Around a week or so following 12/4
Where: Pinched. Doing time. Gone away to college. College, you know? The hoosegow? The joint? The slammer. The pen. The can. The big house. You know?
Summary: Visitors or whatnot
Warnings: Added as needed

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12/5, afternoon

[stoicloyalty]

[ In a way, the self-assured stance and look Chane has adopted for this visit reminds her of the time she had boarded that train. Closed off to the chattering of men. Only one person weighing on her mind. It is nearly unusual to have to actively explain her reasons for coming here, as though she had not spent time in the city at all

[vinovidivici]

[ He waits for the guard to let him in with interest, but not much anticipation. However the world turns it'll be somebody worth speaking to, considering how dull jail is turning out to be. His best bet is on Firo.

Seeing Chane through the opening door, regardless of the setting, sends a jolt that's downright pleased through him, stronger than the usual butterflies he gets when meeting her. Of course, he couldn't have known she'd do something like visit him in prison without putting up with actually going to prison. The door hasn't been shut completely before he's stepping to the desk; he pulls the chair back and sits in one smooth motion, ducking his head towards her line of vision eagerly. ]

You came. [ He leans in, the whole length of his forearms pressed on the desk. The fingertips of his right hand rest where it meets the bottom of the window. Beyond his usual optimism, this is a wide-eyed happiness at the here and now. ] I didn't know if... I mean, I wouldn't have held it against you if you didn't. I'm glad.

[stoicloyalty]

[ She sits; the tone of his voice resounds less with her than his motions do, as she notices when her eyes finally draw across to meet his, and widen. The surprise in his expression is so raw and honest that it arrests her, stops her in a simple action like smoothly completing that in-breath.

It's unexpected. A kind of happiness that is not only present in flushed cheeks and confident smiles-- at the very least, it is unexpected in him, and surprising that a mere visit would draw this reaction. Surely he should be certain she would come, as he is of the way the world works, or of their ability to find one another

[vinovidivici]

[ It'll be a cold day in hell before that voice fails to get a smile out of him, surprise-parted lips curving up. ] It's a lot to ask. [ Which was why he hadn't.

His gaze lowers to just below her eyes, dropping her gaze while he works to come up with a better explanation. ] I'm not gonna assume something like that. Even if I know how things're gonna end up, how things are now... [ He trails off. The hand at the base of the window fidgets. There would come a time when, hypothetically, she'd care for him enough to go out of her way for him when he had relatively little to offer in return: that much he was certain of. He'd not imagined that she'd already come so far from where they began, to offer him something beyond her time, or her company, or her acceptance. He's not sure what he said is enough of an explanation, but putting all that into fancy words is beyond him right now; his eyes raise to meet hers again, gauging her understanding but also simply because he wants to. ]

gingeception on 12/7;

[remembered]

[ Don't ask what Amy was doing at the detention center. She might have been ... maybe, possibly bailing a certain idiot out who is set on causing all the trouble ever. Maybe. Either way, she wanted to walk in and out of there quickly, but she can't help but slow down when catches sight of a certain fellow redhead sitting in the visiting room. Her thoughts flash back to the bowtied kid who seemed convinced that he was the Rail Tracer. Here he was in jail, so it must have been true. She was still a little surprised since, despite his tendencies to argue with her, he never gave off the vibe as a killer.

No one seemed to be watching, so she takes the open opportunity to walk up. She taps on the glass, eyebrows furrowed. ] Oi. So, it was you.

BRRRMMMMMMM

[vinovidivici]

Well, if it isn't - you. In the flesh. [ Propping his feet up on the desk, pleased to suddenly be provided with someone to talk to. Even if that someone is accusing him of murder. ] Y'know, that's not how it works. There's a little thing called "innocent 'til proven guilty" they got going on here in Canada. And more to the point, it wasn't me. [ How she said it: "It was you", that meant she had already suspected him. The last time they'd spoken she'd demonstrated that (slightly unfortunate) investigative streak. Could be she just dug through the network backlogs to find some mention of The Rail Tracer. More likely though... ] You been speaking to Benjamin?

[remembered]

[ Amy will admit her accusation was a bit hasty, but all evidence she's been given pointed to him. He wouldn't be in this place if someone else didn't think so as well. But her arms fold over her chest, refusing to sit down just yet. ] Maybe. [ if only because she doesn't want for the kid to get picked on more than he apparently already does by him. ]

'Kay. Where's the proof, then? I mean, if it wasn't you.

[vinovidivici]

Oh, so it's an alibi you want, huh? [ His shoulders slump dramatically. He's gone through this a few times now. ] Well, I was in my apartment and I didn't speak to anybody that night. So we're outta luck there. [ Apparently assuming Amy is on his side despite the accusation. And suddenly he's perked up again, energetically sweeping the air with one hand in dismissal. ] But those guys that died, I didn't even know 'em! Well, except that one fella...

December 5th 9:07 am

[acemedium]

[Detetion Center
Visitor's Area]

[Ahem, Maya makes her way over to see Claire. Her arm's in a cast from an unfortunate encounter with a certain monster, but she's here to see Claire regardless.]

Mr. Stanfield...?

[vinovidivici]

Maya! [ He sits up, exaggerating his surprise at seeing her arm. ]

... You really gonna try and spring me in that condition?

[acemedium]

Ah, no, no. [It's something of a shock to really see him here, to be honest. But it's gotta be a misunderstanding, right?]

I just came this time to find out what was going on! [Springing later... maybe.]

[vinovidivici]

Ah. [ Looking around as if to gauge for himself - but it probably doesn't cover his amusement at the look on her face. ] Well, looks like I'm in jail!

12/6, midday

[beardedveteran]

[ It takes somebody of Kotetsu's calibre to have to show a police badge and official papers for the original arrest and still get quizzed by the security guard before being let into the visiting room. Calibre or generally nervous presence, either way.

Before he even plonks down into the seat facing the desk it's clear from his tense, grumpy posture that he has a bone to pick with Claire; the folder of papers, which he slaps down onto the desk, are just for show. That doesn't stop him attempting a vague facade of an official air about him as he begins; ]

Mr. Stanfield.

[vinovidivici]

[ Well, two can play the stilted introduction game. Annoyingly, Claire seems to be getting some amusement out of it. At least there's a certain friendliness to his smirk. ] Tiger.

[beardedveteran]

[ He's quick to jerk forward in his chair and press a hand to the desk, scowling. Why you little- ] That's Officer-- [ The urgency and volume to his voice draws a glance from the security guard at the door; Kotetsu picks up on it, and tones his voice down to practically a whisper, adjusting his cap forward a little. It's probably difficult to tell by appearances which one is the guilt-ridden criminal. ] Don't call me that here.

[vinovidivici]

[ Claire's smirk broadens, but he does have the courtesy to lower his voice. A little. ] Ah, right. What was it -- "beating up bad guys the cops can't touch"? Yeah, I guess that wouldn't go down too well with this crowd.