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Post by william on Oct 21, 2010 20:22:53 GMT -5
clearing his throat, the second-hand smoke that filled the room was getting to him. yet, it wasn't that much of a bother once he had a small drag from a cigarette that was passed to him from marcello. cocking an eyebrow, looking at the challenge on the table. then, looking onto the faces of his fellow companions that also held their pool sticks, most leaning their weight onto the sticks. [ cosi, whatever team wins, get's to do the run tonight. ] marcello hummed, that devil smirk of his growing. will chuckled, knowing he'd be paired with marcello, and another. three against three. and you'd think that they would be trying for the loser side to do the drug run. nope. runs = more money. more money = profit. profit = higher on the chain. besides, will wouldn't mind making a run with marcello, sounded like divertimento. it sounded like a good deal, some smiles broke among the crowd. the dim lighting above the pool table threw creepy-ass shadows across all the players faces. almost making them look evil. eh, truly they were. marcello bent at his waist, torso leaning over the table as his elbow so relaxed bent and extended. his pool stick hit the white ball and it broke the large mass of pool balls on the other side of the table. it made a large, calmante sound that will was used to. remembering how he scammed people in pool in the bar, raking up the money just because he could. it was his turn, and the male didn't hesitate. pool stick flipped up, he bent over, and easily dropped a ball into the far basket. it was his turn again, dropping another. the game went by pretty quickly. and as it was predicted, marcello, william, and deangelo- however everyone just called him dang for short. he didn't know english, so he just went along with it. rubbing the back of his neck, tossing his pool stick to the losers side, as he followed marcello. hands in his pockets, his swag step large. feeling the phone in his pocket vibrate, eyes narrowing at the name that appeared on it. chuckling at the girl's warning, curious to why she would even ask him this. he knew what she was really trying to say. was to not get her boy killed. passing out of the kitchen, grabbing a beer on the counter. putting the side of the beer lid on the edge of the counter, his palm smacked the top of the lid, freeing the beer from it. the poor counter had been used by so many of the boys as a bottle opener, it had been chipped in many places. running out to his car, grabbing the gun that was almost used this afternoon. shoving it into his waistline, being supported by his boxer and pant waist line. it was the easiest place to hold a gun, when you weren't wearing a jacket. taking marcello's car, he hopped into the passenger seat. pursing his lips, tongue rolling on his bottom lip slowly, looking over the text. wrapping his mouth over the beer, taking a long , desired sip before thinking of something to respond to the text. seriously, who did she think she was? to tell him to stay inside. opening up a new text message to taka, { going on a run. ti amo fratello } he sent, because who knows, it could be the last time he would speak to his fratello. then staring at the text the girl had previously sent, responding { and the hunters are out to play with the mutts. } pressing send, looking up as the trio drove out of marcello's neighborhood in the black SUV. hearing a scuffling behind them in the trunk, will glanced back there. marcello's rottweiler was in the trunk. giving a questioning glance to marc to why they needed the trained dog. marc obviously felt the look on him, and glanced over the console to will. shrugging, [ it's a big night tonight. i got you two, my best guys, but.. just in case. it's a big deal. we don't want anything to go wrong, you figas. ] chuckling at the name calling, will nodded, [ whatever you say, you cazzo. ] will huffed. not driving for long, the car ride slightly hazed over in a blur, not really caring where they were heading. really, before anything like this, he liked to have a clear head. however, he just kept thinking about this afternoon. surprised marcello hadn't brought it up yet. it was a quiet ride, and not much was said. blinking, coming back to real life as the tires sounded like they were on gravel. the headlights only showed a line of trees, and a small path of gravel breaking through it. driving down it for not long at all before stopping. marcello told them to get out, so they followed the orders. never question the leader. unless, sometimes, he's in the mood for a small debate. tonight, marcello wasn't. even though he was joking, and pulling off a good mood, he was stressed. shutting the door, hearing the dog in the car start to bark- signaling someone else was there. cracking his knuckles, a hand laid on the handle of the gun. looking back to dang, the male looked like nothing. this was obviously his hundredth drug deal. will felt comforted with the veteran beside him. the dog in the back started to go crazy, and will's heart flooded once he saw red and blue lights start flashing. oh, fuck. they were ratted out. they had to be. joints were frozen, face just held a stern look. turning around, seeing dang had left. watching him sprint and maneuver through the trees was crazy, no police would be able to find him. however, will was at gun point when he turned back around. three police officers were crouched, pointing their guns at him, yelling. sighing, he was screwed. [ fuck this. ] he muttered, watching as marcello was handcuffed and thrown onto the hoot of the SUV, the impact making will's veins grow with rage. jaw muscle flexed, angry about this whole process. attention turning back to the officers, giving a 'come at me, bitch' pose. didn't end too well. the trio tackled him, dirt falling into his mouth. feeling their hands move down him, trying to find any weapons. they found his gun, [ whoa, easy there cazzi. ] he growled, only to feel his face pressed farther into the dirt- giving him a good view of the back of the SUV. the dog was preventing them opening the door, which held the huge stash of what the police were after. the dog was viciously attacking the glass, the police officers trying to figure out what to do with the canine. laying on the ground, with about four knees pressed into his back, and two large hands on the side of his head, with some sort of weight holding down his legs, and finally, handcuffs on his wrists. he was pretty sure this was illegal. they didn't even know what was in the trunk. [ non è questo ti illegale teste cazzo piccolo? ] he asked, spitting at them. he was told to remain quiet, and heard them trying to figure out what he had just said. feeling an itch appear on his forehead, trying to scratch it with the ground. it was a fail, seeing as the officers thought he was trying to do something to get out of their grasps. retarded animals. within the next hour, him and marcello were thrown into the back seat. weapons, cell phones, everything were taken away for 'evidence'. bull-fuckin-shit. resting his head on the back, closing his eyes. marcello huffed, sighing, cussing italian underneath his breath. the handcuffs were tight, and hurting the sides of his wrists. most likely there will be scars. damn, could will sue them for that. adjusting himself, his shoulders hurting from being pulled back. in fact, his entire side was throbbing. the cop entered the car, shutting it. [ we get a fucking phone call, a destra? ] will leaned forwards as close to the cage as possible so the cop could hear him. the cop snickers, [ yeah, sure. ] this made will kick the back of the officer's seat, which only made the cop mad. marcello chuckled, and couldn't hold back the small laughter. the cop turned around. drilled both of us with his eyes, then left the car. stretching his legs out, sitting in the car for at least another hour. more cops arrived, and finally they were driven to jail. will was pretty sure they did something to the dog. shot it, maybe. cause, well, the barking stopped. the handcuffs were off, and him and marcello were taken for finger printing and photos. damn, he was screwed. all the robberies he had committed, and left all of his finger prints behind would match up. swallowing, he sat on the floor, near the bars. every officer that came by, will cussed him out in italian. it really didn't help his cause, but it made him feel better. by now, word would be back at headquarters. most likely any gang around would know by now of tonight's events. fuck this. hitting the back of his head on the wall, maybe that'll keep him insane. maybe if taka found out, he'd come bust will out of jail.
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Post by Lonestar on Oct 23, 2010 3:19:42 GMT -5
After she had already returned to work and began serving customers and deflecting sadly placed attempts at advancements by the few men grown brave because of their alcohol, she felt the phone in the back left pocket of her tight black jeans just as she finished handing over a whiskey sour to a very plump man who looked to be in his forties. There was another waiting on her with their money held out about two feet down the bar so she moved to assist them first before being able to check the text she had just received on her phone. Not having expected the male to text back, the damsel was therefore surprised to find that he had, her heart beat increasing its rhythm by a fraction as she opened it, knowing before eyes even scanned over the words upon the screen that he would contradict what her warning. Cursing under her breath in her native language, she let the rage course through her, fingers working wildly to open up a new message then typing a rather heated reply filled mostly with Spanish, but before it could be sent, she paused, allowing thumb to hover over the center confirm button. Tightening her jaw, she pressed the backspace button till the field was clear once more before typing a more condensed message and sending it. "Tu es un perro obstinado para morder la mono que le alimenta. Vaya con Dios William."{you are a stubborn dog for biting the hand that feeds you. Go with God William.} Ending it with that, she turned back to work, returning the device to her pocket just in time to hear someone call for a drink. Business was slow, but that was to be expected around this time in the morning. Most people had already called cabs to carry them home and the few that lingered were a few older grasa women who were wearing clothes far too tight for their bodies, revealing every roll of body fat they contained, and a whole hoard of hombres feos who were only looking to get laid and did not care with whom it was with. Some actually preferred the larger women: one twisted fantasy that Niyna would never understand. Tall, muscular, and tan were her type. The girl liked to know what sort of package she was getting and it helped to be confident that the boy would not crush her. Besides that she was pretty fit and needed someone that could keep with her, something an overweight tipo could not do. Thankfully, within another hour the rest of the people had cleared out, leaving about thirty minutes after last call. She quickly cleaned up behind the bar and around it, helping out some of the other workers where they needed it before moving to rest against the end of the bar to count her tips then record them on her time sheet. As usual, she was among the first to leave, heading out the door at four in the morning and starting down the street, dreading the six block walk in heels back to her apartment. She had only covered a block when the noise of a party caught her attention, gaze shifting upwards to look at a house teeming with mexicanos, many of which brazenly bared their Rebeldes mark while walking around in the front yard, sipping from glass beer bottles, with their shirts off. One caught sight of her and whistled, asking her if she wanted a taste of the brother's victory. At first, the fea began to react naturally; shooting a disgusted glare before starting to stalk away with her hand rising to flip them off, but then she stopped herself. Victory? Had something happened tonight that would be a cause for celebration by the gang? Changing her tactics, Niyna stopped short then turned slowly back to look at the male, tilting her head and running eyes over him as if trying to decide if he was worth her time. The delay and small display of interest was enough for the intoxicated chico and he started across the street towards her, his breath stinking of alcohol as he breathed heavily down upon her. ¿Y que hace tienes que divertirse esta noche?{And what are you celebrating tonight?} Forcing herself to ignore the stench, she pressed closer, running light touch over his bare chest till arm dangled around his neck, her eyes deceivingly coy as she pried for answers from him. "Algunos estúpidos Striddas fueron detenidos por la policía."{some stupid Stidda got arrested by the police} He explained before moving to kiss her sloppily. Disgusted, she pushed him back, cussed him out in Spanish, then continued on her way rather quickly, ignoring the names he shot after her and enjoying the laughter of his friends as they ridiculed him. Lips pursed as she thought of what he had told her, wondering if Will had been one of the ones to be arrested. It really should not matter to her; he is a muchacho grande and could handle himself, yet she was still curious. Aye Dios mio.{My god} Looking upwards as the sky she uttered the words in exasperation as the decision was made without really much effort. Detouring from her original route, the lady turned onto the next street and worked her way towards her mother’s house. Thankfully, it was already too late for su madre to be awake and she was therefore able to slip into the house using her spare key and get the keys to her mother's car without disturbing the older women. She left a note telling her that she had taken the car, just in case the señora did wake up then left the same way she had come and getting into the 90s Civic before backing out of the driveway. Without needing to think much about it, the girl drove herself along the familiar path to the police station, parking in the section by the front designated for employees only and pulling the pass from her purse to stick on the review mirror. Heels upon the concrete sounded deafening in the eerie still of the early hours, lights from head lights randomly flooding the space in front of her as officers just getting off the graveyard shift pulled into the back lot designated for city vehicles only with their squad cars. Sucking in a quick breath, she pulled open the glass door to the front of the station and smile politely at Officer Diaz who sat at her usual spot behind the front desk, glancing up instantly with a police woman's guarded expression. She looked surprised to see the intern, but recovered like all cops do: quickly. "Ortega. What are you doing here this early? I didn't know you were up for shift today." Closing her case file, the older Hispanic woman raised a singular eyebrow at the younger as Niyna continued forward, stopping and resting her forearms on the counter to lean her weight there before explaining. No ma'am. It's not my rotation this weekend. I'm actually here to see a detainee that was arrested earlier tonight. An interested look crossed the elder's face for a brief second, but disappeared as she turned to her computer, moving the mouse across the screen to pull up their list of new admissions. "Word on the street travels fast. Who are you looking for?" Hesitating, the vixen tried to think of how to word this. She only knew Will's first name, something that would no doubt rouse Diaz's suspicions, but one had to work with what they had and trying to put something past a veteran cop when you were training there hoping to get in their good graces was a bad idea. A William. As suspected, the officer turned to her with a cocked eyebrow and forced the younger to meet her eyes, the silent question passing between them which Niyna knew better than to try and explain. After seeing that she would be getting no further information, Diaz turned back to the blue screen and scanned the list, nodding and speaking without glancing back up at Niyna. "We have a William Mancini in cell C, suspected of drug trafficking. Arresting officer was Brothers. Both he and the other guy that was with him had registered weapons, but the names did not match who they are. The vehicle was searched, but they have not found any product or hidden compartments with which to hide it. We are still waiting for the fingerprints to come back, but their bail can be posted as of now." Thanking her, Niyna moved to the security check point for all visitors, leaving her purse and cell phone with the officer there before being allowed to move to the back of the station where they kept the cells. Friendly grin met Harry Lomas, the usual graveyard cell guard when she rounded the corner and started down the hallway towards him. Frowning slightly in understandable confusion, the man slowly rose to a stand and put his newspaper down on the seat he had vacated. Hola. ¿Como estas?{Hello. how are you?} She asked politely as she came to a stop in front of him, shaking hands while he continued to stare at her with an uncertain gaze. "Nada, nada. ¿Por qué estas aqui? ¿Debería no estar en la cama?"{nothing, nothing. why are you here? shouldn't you be in bed?} Laughing a little she shook her head, not at all surprised as the senior officer got right to asking her what she was doing. Sí, pero estoy aquí para un amigo.{yes, but I am here for a friend} Looking interested now, the male turned to look behind him at the door that lead into the cell block before shifting to look back at her, one hand moving to his keys while an amused expression crossed facade. "¿En allí?"{in there?} She nodded then stood to the side while waiting on him to open the main gate before standing back to let her in, then following, stopping just inside and watching while she moved down towards the end where cell C was. Gracias, Harry. "De nada niña."{thank you Harry} {you are welcome child} Hiding her pleased grin, she looked down the rows of white bars, recognizing the place from putting people in here, but never once had she come to visit someone here. Facade twisted into a smirk, arms crossing in front of her chest as she halted in front of Will's cell, a mocking look crossing features. ¿Me extrañaste extranjero?{miss me foreigner?} She asked him, chuckling some at his expense. At least he ended up here rather than in a ditch somewhere like what could have happened although he probably was not in that mind set considering the particulars. Ditching the act, she turned to the facts, wondering how much they had told him before she had gotten here. You can post your bail. They haven't found anything in the vehicle yet, but I doubt you will get your pistola back. And they are still waiting on your fingerprints to run the system which will probably take an hour or two. The computers have been running slow recently and the lab has been bogged down with murder cases a lot here recently. Looking away from him, she just then noticed that the señior in the cell beside him had been listening to what she had been saying also and instantly she recognized him from the restaurant they had gone to for lunch the day previous because she never forgot a face. Forcing eyes away from el jefe, Niyna stared back at William, only now understanding why the Rebeldes were so happy. It was not just any low runner who had gotten arrested, but the boss of it all. Now they had their chance. They were probably striking now, hoping the loss of the boss would exploit a weakness in the organization. The mutts are celebrating in the streets while Count Arnau and his hound sit in chains. Despite their feelings upon the subject, the mamacita was quite enjoying that the pair of them were locked behind bars when the man's earlier text had portrayed such confidence.
{side note: Count Arnau is the Leader of the Wild Hunt from Spain mythology}
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Post by william on Oct 26, 2010 18:18:14 GMT -5
fingers tapped the ground, closing his eyes, replaying the night. however, he wouldn't be able to rest or relax. opening an eye, looking over to marcello. the man looked composed, but will knew how out of control he must be under his skin. looking at the man that has done so much. remembering when will was just a piccolo bambino marcello would always come over. the man was once taka's best friend. really he was a family friend. however, mamma e papà didn't like him. but then again, they knew about marcello, and what he did, and what he offered and made taka do. marcello looked up, eyes steady and composed. it made will slink farther onto the floor. [ marce, who do you think call the polizia on us? ] will asked, standing up. moving over to the bars, grabbing them. pressing his face on two of the bars, feeling their coolness shifting into his features which felt nice. he felt numb, and felt like this was all a dream. or a movie. that would be nice. just a movie, no real life, no jail. no life in prison. damn, he was really hating how much he was good in pool right now. marcello shrugged, and his lower lip pouted. will knew he knew. stepping back from the bars that trapped them in there, hands falling from the bars. shuffling closer to the male, then halting in the center of the cell, cocking his head. it took marcello awhile to debate whether to tell william what he thought or his convictions. will crossed his arms, neck craned to look behind him as he inched closer to the rough-looking bunk bed, weight resting on the framework. glancing back to the man whom he used to know so well in his youth, looking upon him, he noticed more lines. rougher skin. darker circles around his eyes, and just more bulkier and stronger. shifting his weight, will tried to keep still in the silence. marcello inhaled, gathering air for his speech. { frankly, i think it's those rebeldes, but you can't be too sure, and just assume. } marcello stated. bitterly standing, he walked over to the bars. { ey, yo, i get a call, do i not? } marcello pulled away from the cage, and started cursing under his breath. will felt the same way, he wanted to warn the gang back at home. however, he was sure dang had made it back to the other members, alerting them. they probably collected themselves, and some probably tried to leave to go bail the boys out of jail. which would be a stupid move, seeing as the cops would just know the rough-looking characters that looked like the ones locked up in jail. clearing his throat, will nodded. after awhile of silence in their cell, will walked over, slinking back onto the wall in the same spot he was in before. the beds looked like they were breeding grounds for fungi and bacteria and.. diseases. shuddering at the thought, he slightly inched away from the bed, closer to the bars. cool air that came through the iron suggested someone entered the long corridor that was full of cells and criminals. sighing, closing his eyes, pressing the back of his skull onto the cold wall. [ what are gonna do to their asses? ] will asked, feeling the veins in his arms bulge. marcello chuckled, { fuck them up, of course. } will smirked, letting out a deep-throaty laugh that only few ever heard. just imagining the rebeldes faces. marcello thought this was funny, and also started to laugh. by the time the boys quit laughing, will was laying on the floor, sprawled out. cooling off on the floor, hands rubbed over his features, feeling the dirt that grained itself into his skin and refused to come off without water and soap. { will, you look like shit, to be honest. } marc stated, chuckling. will smirked, [ ha, you don't look too pretty yourself, marc. ] the boys laughed to each other, and will wouldn't suspect such bonding in a jail cell. he assumed they were only really laughing because they were in such an awful place with panic and worry in the.. laughter was really all that he could think of. and to make it worse, they weren't in their county jail. they were in the rebeldes jail. hearing spanish down the hall, will growled. [ honestly, i really hope they bring a rebeldes in this cell. it would seriously make my life. ] will muttered. marc stated to say something in respond, but the alertness in will's posture muted him. hearing heels pump down the hall, the sharp sound shaking his head in disbelief. is SHE, of all people, HERE, right now. he knew the sound her and her shoes caused. and the familiarity of this sound was here. in the present. smirk faded, jaw muscles flexed under his skin. hearing the sound stop, and her vocals spraying over in spanish. honestly, it wasn't a language he really didn't want to hear right now. actually, everything BUT spanish. it was sickening in his stomach, because the spanish-speakers were the ones that put him in here. and made his life hard and complicated. sighing, he didn't answer. staring the opposing wall from him, [ why are you here? ] he asked roughly, and shortly after he was told about his charges. how could they not have fond that huge stash in the trunk? unless marc and his hiding skills were so amazing.. hearing her comment about how the mutts were in the streets celebrating marcello stood up quickly, eyes were dark and in rage. marcello walked over to the bunk beds, and punched the metal frame. damn, that had to hurt. however, the male didn't flinch, or show any type of pain, which inspired will. the man slightly made will want to be more dedicated, but he wasn't about to act so quick on that decision. [ bene cazzo. abbiamo bisogno di uscire di qui ] will muttered. wait.. how was this girl back here? is there anything that she isn't? it would be nice if she were maybe a part-time lawyer. that would help save their asses. nobody could get them out of here, really. [ and dammit, don't we get a phone call? ] will muttered. this whole prison thing was pissing him off. and now that the fingerprints were taking awhile to process, they'll be here longer. he counted everything he had done in his past, and well, it added up to at least twenty years in jail. and marcello, damn, that guy would have a life sentence. a miracle would be nice right now. like the power going out, and the boys somehow escaping. sighing, dull eyes keeping a solid stare on the opposing wall that was built right in front of him.
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Post by Lonestar on Oct 29, 2010 10:23:55 GMT -5
Brow rose at his roughly asked question, arms folding beneath chest out of habit as weight shifted from both legs to rely mainly on just one, her hip protruding out in that same directional shift. Guise grew hard, sockets narrowing at the man in a smoother cover for what was really running through her brain. Maldita{damn}. Why did I come here? Did I think I could help? Perhaps I am only two years away from becoming a cop full time, but even if I were a veteran I would still be a powerless citizen in this. Estoy un idiota{I am an idiot}. Shoulders lifted in a shrug, facade relaxing to its normal state while she smirked across the way at William. Perhaps I wanted to... como se dice{how do you say}.... hm, gloat? Sí{yes}, that is it. Although, I will not take credit for guessing you would end up here. I thought your chances of finishing the night underground were higher than being arrested, but you again surprise me chico. Soft sigh was released from lips; the women quickly growing bored with the situation. Something needed to happen. Either she could leave and let their gang handle getting the pair out of here, or she could do so herself; a thought which made her cringe. It would not be cheap posting bail for both of them and although she had no reason or intentions of becoming buds with Will's jefe, she had a feeling the bloke would be opposed to leaving the other guy here while he walked out of the door. It was the kind of payment that would probably drain her account of what she had saved up for over the past five years for college and there was no guarantee either of them would pay her back. Of course, they would owe her and that would be something she would never let them forget, but holding a debt over a couple of gangbangers was not going to get her any closer to her degree in criminal justice. The stranger’s movement in the cell adjacent to where she was standing caught her attention and instantly stance changed into a more defense looking one that most of the cops had adopted for unexpected events by their second season. Then she saw he was moving backwards towards the bed not towards the bars and her so she forced her body to relax, brow furrowing in a soft frown as she tried to figure out what he was doing. Fist flew from his side and collided with the metal frame, drawing a smirk to the damsel's lips at the display of displeasure. So her words had gotten to him. Good. Perhaps next time he would not be so careless and get himself and his runner arrested. The dull sound his punch to the bed frame had cause caught the night guards attention and Harry came around the corner, shooting her a questioning look before she waved him off with a shake of her head. Nothing had happened so there was no reason for him to come back down here. Foreign words pulled her gaze from the older man and back to the drake that sat in the jail before her. He did not look so good: a flurry of mixed emotions. Niyna could tell he was worried and angry; she knew the expression of those two feelings together pretty well by now after seeing them in the faces of nearly everyone who had come through here. Some also had that aura of sadness about them, but from these two it was absent and it made sense. What did they have to be sad about? They had no remorse for the death of another dealt by their hand like most of the depressed ones did. His question took her focus away from the hombre's appearance and she frowned once again, gaze steady upon him. They haven't given it to you yet? Idiotas. Lomas, por favor{please}. They haven't gotten their phone call. The guard came from his post and walked towards her, his irritation obvious as he took the cuffs from their holster on his hip. "The arresting officer was supposed to do that before bringing them here." He growled his accent thick with anger as he spoke. The girl sympathized with him and mimicked his look of disgust before answering. It was Brothers. She informed him because that was all the information he would need. Harry looked further annoyed but stopped came to a stop as he reached Will's cell, pulling the keys to unlock the heavy door. "Perro sin valor{worthless dog}. I'll have to tell the Chief to get on his ass again." Just then, he pulled open the door but paused at the threshold, glancing at her then back at the stridda duo. "Do you mind taking one while I get the other?" She shook her head and accepted the cuffs he offered then walked past him, her heels clicking characteristically against the floor while she approached Will, looking thoroughly amused at the situation. Hands out in front of you niñito{little boy}. She cooed, grinning as she spoke and waited for him to do so. Smile grew only wider as Harry's quiet chuckles followed her teasing, emboldening her while she put the cuffs onto the man then took him by his arm and from behind began to lead him out of the door. You are lucky the white cop arrested you. He isn't in anyone's pocket, just lazy. Had it been a Chicano, you both would be going to a state prison in the morning most likely with a murder charge or more. Although, I'm not sure if they would have to fabricate that or not to get it to stick. Vocals were whispered lowly into his ear as they headed down the corridor with Harry and the other bloke far enough behind them to where they could not hear what she was saying. Mouth grew still as they moved into the main portion of the building, heading towards the corner where they kept the wall phone that the suspects could use to call whomever. She stopped about a foot away from it and swept her hand towards the phone in a silent gesture for him to use it. Remaining there, she crossed her arms in front of her chest and let gaze sweep the area, narrowing upon Brothers who was shooting her an angered look. Some of the guys could get territorial and that pendejo was one of them. She did not mind however. Let him try to protest her giving Will and his jefe the rights they had as criminals. No one, expect for his partner, would back him. Lomas moved within speaking distance of her, keeping a firm but light hold upon the other's arm while assessing eyes stared at her. Singular brow rose in response to his scrutinizing and once he noticed the elder cleared his throat, but did not let the expression leave his depths. "Are you going to post it for him?" He asked, jerking his head towards William who was on the phone. Ninya shot him a "are you serious" look then glanced away, keeping her liquids trained on anything or anyone else besides the three men nearest to her. "Su es tu amigo, sí{he is your friend, right}?" Sigh greeted his probing question, the vixen making sure to meet his eyes when she spoke so he would know she was not trying to lie to him. Yo no sé, Lomas. Es complicado. Y no tengo much dinero{I don't know, Lomas. It's complicated. And I don’t have much money}. "Ah I see." He replied, pausing although it was evident he wanted to say something more so she remained silent, patiently waiting till he decided to tell her what was on his mind. "No tienen mucho timepo{they do not have much time}. The results will be back pronto{soon}." Cursing in Spanish under her breath, she shot Harry a frustrated glance then was alerted by the phone hitting the hook that Will had finished his phone call. Moving to his side to grasp his arm as she did previously, the mamacita drew him out of the way so el jefe could make his phone call while still trying to build an argument against bailing them out in her mind. By the time the boss finished his call, she was resigned to her decision although not free of confliction about it. Grumbling, she pushed Will towards the front then stopped when she reached the point where he could not pass. You owe me extranjero. Grumbling at him under her breath, she turned towards Harry who had followed and passed the man over to the other officer who the guard had called over while ignoring the triumphant grin that was spread across the older mexicano's face. She went back through security and retrieved her purse and cell phone before approaching the front desk again, leaning against the counter as before and catching the officer's attention without even speaking. I'll take two to go. Lyrics were spoken sarcastically and a little reluctantly, earning a rare surprised look from Diaz before the lady quickly covered it up and began typing and clicking on her computer then printed out a receipt type form for Niyna to sign. Taking out her check book, she paused with the pen poised above the paper, taking a deep breath and closing her eyes briefly before putting the ink to pad to seal the deal. Diaz cataloged the check then sent one of the officers nearby to go inform Harry of the release. With rising displeasure, the girl waited on both men to come from the front and upon seeing them, did not hesitated to turn upon her heel and walk out of the door a good ten feet in front of them although she was not too far ahead to miss the "don't leave town" warning given by Diaz. Swallowing hard, the fea could hardly begin to fathom what sort of heat she would be getting when the fingerprints had run through the system, found the men to be known gang members, and then when they department went to collect them they were gone. None of this looked very good for her future continuing here at the local precinct and sure there were other places she could go, but she refused to leave her mamá in this forsaken town. The chilly night air was a welcome friend as it blew against her face the instant she stepped outside, causing the tension in her body to be released momentarily as she savored the pleasant feel with shades shut over depths and loose hair blowing behind her. Then the sound of the door opening and closing behind her with shoes hitting the pavement reminded her of the two men she had just gotten out of jail and the temporary haven disappeared. Turning around, fiery mocha depths landed upon el jefe, the girl not even bothering to recognize what he was. You had better be good for that. She spat, referring to the money she had just forked over for his bail before turning around and stalking towards her car, not caring whether or not the pair followed her or found their own ride home.
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Post by william on Jan 16, 2011 0:56:26 GMT -5
watching her stand on the other side of the bars, the freedom side, watching her mock and stare upon the duo. of course, he could see the pleased mock in her eyes, almost happy to see the two behind bars. fingers rubbed the side of his temples, too much spanish was fluently surrounding him. the language was foreign and it was only making will more and more timid and mad. feeling goosebumps rise on his arm, either from being cold or chills from his thoughts. he hated prison. it smelled foul, it was cold, and nobody cared about the people inside it. glancing over as the girl dropped into more of a guarded poise when marc lunged into his punch. chuckling slightly at her response, of course a cop would flinch and get all defensive at a prisoner acting out. hearing another pair of footsteps, rapid and urgent, only to be swatted away at the girl's expression and 'i have it under control' posture. will sighed, the back of his head tapped the wall of the cell. taka is gonna kill him. the girl was examining him. flashing her a dark, 'fuck off' expression, hopefully startling her into the fact that he wasn't in the mood to be fucked with, nor messed with. he was about ready to punch marcello, however, this wouldn't do any good. he would just end up dead somewhere. you don't lay hands on marcello, unless you are in a fight and he threw the first punch. shaking his head, then switching his attention back to the femmina on the other side of the metal bars. a short conversation about the typical phone call to someone to bail you out, she called someone over. a husky man who unlocked the cell, opening it. rambling on, obviously calling them a name, for niyna giggled at whatever he slurred in spanish. will and marcello knew it was smart to be quiet, not say anything or do anything cruel , even if it was just name calling. watching the girl get the brightest smirk ever, he got up, hands sliding along the wall, helping him up onto his feet. sighing, he lazily put his hands out in front of him, and felt the cold snap of the cuffs around his wrists. she better be enjoying this.. and she was. he could feel her bubbly attitude expand once she had permission to be in authority. huffing, chest fell heavily. [ better enjoy this.. ] he chuckled, smirking, eyes flashing at her. eh, why not make this less painful and joke about it. being led being marcello and the other man, niyna behind him, guiding him. feeling her breath on his ear, telling him he was lucky to have a bianco/white/ man arrest him. he flashed a smile. [ lucky is the term you use, eh? ] he chuckled, seeing he didn't find any of this lucky. walking forwards into more of the main entrance area, eying the phone as he was gestured towards it. navigating to pick it up and dial taka's number all with handcuffs on. hearing several rings, hearing the devastated and withdrawal voice of his brother, { prison, really? prison? what the fuck did you do this time.. } obviously he read the caller ID and knew who would be on the other line.. william let out a breath of light air, a chuckled huff almost. [ well, we need bail.. ] will stated.. taka sighed, { how much.. and who's we..? } he asked. [erm, me and marcello.. ] will shushed into the phone. taka growled, { william... that's going to be around 4 thousand to get you two out of there. are you matto/loco/?! } [ a little. ] william responded quickly. hanging up, he backed off and watched marcello take his call. however, he was grasped by the female and she muttered to him that he owed her one. owed her one for what? for giving him a call? furrowing his eyebrows, he went back into his cell, quietly joined by marcello. owed him for.. oh shit. she was bailing them. fuck. no. she shouldn't.. and can't. pressing himself against the bars, only his nose going a few centimeters outside the jail. he tried looking down the hallway, but couldn't catch anything, he couldn't wave her down and stop her.. a little while later someone came down to take the two to the front. making eye contact with the girl, about ready to catch up t o her and tell her to wait here, taka would be here in a moment and they would give her money, however, he was stopped by the female at the desk who was running of a list of things. one was to not leave town. nodding, panicking, just wanting to catch up to the heels-clicking girl who was walking away. jogging outside, he could see his breath in the night. he had no idea what time it was, but it might be close to the sun rising. [ niyna. ] he spoke, quietly yet boldly, enough to cause her to turn around. grabbing her elbow gently, shivering in the cold. [ i want to say thanks, ] he started, making eye contact with a soft expression on his features as he withdrew a breath. [ if you want, stay here for a while with me. my brother is bringing the money. just.. wait. ] he paused, hoping she would take the offer. he had no idea how long taka would take, this was far from home. hand dropped from her elbow and dropped it to his side, he took a step back, realizing that their bodies were close to each other. he didn't want to intrude into a girl's space when the girl was not in any mood to see him. looking past her, eyes scanned the empty parking lot, slightly hoping to see taka's car. yet, just as he figured, his brother wasn't there yet.
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Post by Lonestar on Jan 26, 2011 0:16:51 GMT -5
Laughter bubbled over at his comment, a bright smile flashing from exotically tanned features. Oh I always enjoy a man in cuffs. Vocals teased while she looked over at him, a mischievous wink and suggestive raise of her brow marking the end of her speech. They continued down the corridor and out into the main holding lobby where the phone convicts were allowed to use hung on the wall. She was surprised to find the man in a joking mood especially considering the circumstances, but once she told him he was lucky a white police officer had been the one to arrest him and his jefe, she no longer saw the cutting smile that he flashed her or the words spoken in a light manner to be as carefree as she might have been fooled they were into thinking before. There was a sharpness to his eyes and worry beneath the mask that he tried to put on for her. Dark depths followed the hombre briefly as she let him go and he turned to the phone with his back to her to make his one call. Staring at the hunched shoulders and bent head, the girl felt guilty for teasing him as she had and treating the situation as if it were a walk in the park. He had just been arrested on suspected drug trafficking charges; was that anything to joke about? Perhaps this guilt was a factor in her final decision to bail them both out, but she was not too happy about doing so still and stalked out of the door before either of them had even been released totally from their shackles. Stalking to her car with her bag slung over her shoulder and heels clicking noisily against the asphalt, the mamacita was determined to leave them both there in the police department parking lot to deal with the cold, misty morning and unfriendly streets on their own while she took off in her mother’s warm, dry car, but just when she had reached the trunk, William called out her name and for some reason she stopped. With an irritated expression that clearly flashed a "what-the-hell-do-you-want-now" vibe, she turned around to glare at him, her hand flying instantly to her hip as she shifted her weight onto one leg in a habit that she learned from a young age conveyed attitude. The light brush of cold fingers upon her warm skin caused her to drop this stance in exchange for a more casual posture as she glanced down to see him pull his arm back to his side. Shivering despite herself as the chill crept across her bare skin, Niyna again met the gangbanger's gaze and lifted a brow when he thanked her, but did not say a word against him while he continued on to explain that his brother was on his way and that if she waited, they would pay her back when Taka arrived. Still remaining silent, she replied by nodding then adjusted the purse on her shoulder and shifted from one foot to the next as if uncomfortable. He had looked away towards the end of the road, looking for his brother's vehicle she guessed, so the lady did not feel as if she were obligated to stare up at him any longer. Allowing neck to relax, her orbs drifted to look back at the familiar police station while knowing a few minutes ago would probably be the last time she would ever be inside of it again. Sure she could continue to work there while she got closer to her degree with hopes of making the force when she finally graduated, but when Will and his boss ran, which she knew they would because there was really no other option, no one, not even Harry or other officers who liked her, would trust her again and that was a doomed situation when you chose a career that relied on the people around you for backup. Sighing, she forced herself to focus on something else and ended up staring down at the white line of the parking space by her feet, watching as the fog fell from her lips with each breath she exhaled. After a few more minutes of standing there, the chica decided she had enough with standing outside in the cold when a warm car was right behind her. Get in the coche. We can wait for your brother with a heater on. It's muy frío and I'd rather not freeze my ass off. Walking past him, she moved to the driver’s side then used the key to unlock the door before getting in and leaning across the arm rest and the passenger seat to unlock the passenger side door for Will. Ignoring him, she pushed the key into the ignition and started the engine without a problem, relieved that for one the mechanics had fixed her mamás car up right. Then, she turned the heater on full blast but continued to shiver in her seat and rub her hands together while curling up her body as much as she could in the seat till the warm air started to fill the cabin. Once she was comfortable once again, she turned down the air some, but left the radio off. Pursing her lips, she leaned down and stuck her arm between the seat and the door, searching for something in the door's pocket with a concentrated face turned still towards the windshield. Upon finding what she was looking for, she sat up and extended a pack of cigarettes to the extranjero, knowing that he probably needed a smoke after what he had been through that night. Niyna herself was not a smoker, but her mother was and she always left a spare package in the door panel just in case the current one she was smoking from ran out. Leaving the cigarettes to him and tossing him the lighter from the cup holder, the woman leaned against her door with an arm propped up against the window to hold her head upright, lids closing over eyes while she was reminded that she had not slept for nearly a full twenty four hours. Very quickly, it got to the point where the drone of the heater was not enough to keep her awake so she cleared her throat and forced herself to stop relaxing against the car, instead glancing over at Will. Are you going to run? She asked him merely for conversations sake. Niyna knew that he really did not have any other choice, but to leave town and skip out on the charges yet she wanted to hear it from him. Maybe the stridda had someone in their pocket that could make the night disappear from their record so neither of them would have to dodge the authorities. Heck, she had no clue. The gang life was something she was familiar with after seeing its effects day after day in her own home, but the gang to outer party relations she remained blissfully ignorant of. There was such a thing of having too much information on something and neither the Rebeldes nor the stridda were groups she wanted to know more intimately than she already did.
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