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Post by mesmu on Aug 22, 2011 10:42:58 GMT -5
((Kitt/Havoc))
Solitary Confinement.
That's what they call my hole in the wall, that's what they call this Heaven. Free from ever hurting anyone again, free from the taunting calls, free from becoming someone's bitch, Havoc lays curled up in the dark, his mind wondering like it always does. There is no day here, no night either, just black. Usually this would drive a man insane, but not the blond laying on this cell's floor. He's already been in there for six weeks, by his request, and his mind is running in full circles by now, cleaning it, clearing it. But his time reserved for being "punished" in the dark is almost coming to an end, in the morning, this morning, their returning him to his cell.
After he showers with the rest of them first, this wouldn't bother him, he doesn't mind being in that close proximity to another nude male. No, but he is a little scared,okay that's an understatement. He's terrified... Of himself. What if I accidentally hurt them for something they didn't do? What if someone comes onto me? His mind whirls again and he shivers. Sure its cold in the hole, but it doesn't bother him, he doesn't know why, but it doesn't.
Foot steps.
This does bother him, their to close. I don't want out. I don't want to go back to acting... But even as he crawls for the darkest corner he can think of, a door gets swung open with his practical baby sitter commending him to his feet. Something he hasn't done since week three, do they honestly expect him to-
"Guards, grab him." Obviously they do, He's yanked roughly onto his feet and dragged the confinement cell. As he's pulled into the light he glares, with narrowed eyes and puts on the act of being... Well, unbreakable, unstoppable, a big shot, and most importantly, a player that's in this to win. As though they just completely played into his hand by letting him out, taunting them almost. But the commanding general here knows better than this and calls the bluff. "Take his the showers." And with that Havoc's life returns to semi-normal. Or at least as normal as one can get in prison.
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Post by chocobeast on Aug 22, 2011 16:14:00 GMT -5
Kitt stepped off the one-man transport with a whince of which was hard to see behind his dark tinted sunglasses. His skin soaked up the glaring sun instantly. He couldn't believe it was this hot here on Earth. He set down his tracker and wrapped tighter in his cloak. Now the only visible part part of him was his lower legs.
He carefully shouldered his pack of supplies and picked up his tracker. "Garfiled Surappi," He whispered as he began walking the trail. "You may choose the backwater planet. But I'm only seconds behind you."
Kitt crested a hill overlooking a a fenced and patrolled valley. He knew a detention center when he saw one and frowned. Had Garfield used this setting as the perfect place to hide? He scanned the area for heat and matter displacement and frowned. The evidence showed that Garfiled had indeed escaped down into the well-patrolled detention center.
With a sigh, he carefully made his way down the hill. The whole time, he continued tracking Garfild's trail and planning his next move if he had to infiltrate the facility.
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Post by mesmu on Aug 22, 2011 21:50:50 GMT -5
One shower and escort later, Havoc is sitting on his bed. Hands in his hair and eyes downcast, he's lost in thought again. Worrying about what is to come. They had told him at lunch that he'd be let out to eat and then to the court yard, how he hates that place. So many people, so much acting he's got to do.
But that's only the beginning for after they get dinner and are returned to their cells he must face K.C... His cellmate. And its not that he doesn't like that guy, actually its because he's the only friend he has. The only one who understands why he let himself get caught, why he didn't run when the Orphanage...
His hands slide down to his arms and his holds himself a little, "I still can't face it." His body is shivering a little as he stares at his feet, containing himself the best he can. Hoping to not just burst, hoping to stay strong, but even his insides feel like their burning as he sits there, trying to not cry. But the tears blur his vision so he might as well. Better to see than to be startled and hurt someone.
He glances up as he hears footsteps, "Another shift change? Lunch is almost here then." The guards often change posts in order to constantly keep the inmates having to guess if they ever thought of escaping. Havoc doesn't want to escape, he doesn't want to be, but unfortunately they prevent suicide even here. So he's still here as he looks up to see whom is coming down the halls.
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Post by chocobeast on Aug 23, 2011 4:15:08 GMT -5
Kitt stopped short of the guard gate and grimaced. Sure enough, Garfiled had sought refuge inside this fortress. He knew what he had to do.
He gingerly backed off back into the woods without being seen. He had to change and get into character.
Off came the robes and the wrap.
On came a stiff Earth Suit and cap.
He always kept his sunglasses on. The ultra-bright Eath sun was just too bright to chance him burning his retinas thus ruining his eyesight for life.
Quickly enough, Kitt stowed all his items back in his pack. And after a second check of his attire and accessories, he was ready to meet those gate guards and capture Garfield.
"Hello Sirs," He smiled warmly. "Detective Night with the NSA. I'm here to interrogate a witness."
"Credentials and paperwork." One of the gate guards barked with an annoyed frown.
Kitt produced the easily. After all, he had just made them no more than 5 mins ago. Jae, his special AI, had designed them to Earth's exact specifications. So he oozed confidence.
The lightweight chainlink gate buzzed as the frowning guard nodded, "Check in with Cpl. Clemens and take my advice. Don't accept gifts from strangers in here." Without even a second look, he thrust the paperwork back at Kitt.
"Understood." Kitt agreed softly as he carefully took his paperwork back and pushed through the gate.
In order to get to the registor's (Spelling?) office, he had to pass through a courtyard that paralleled the inamte's exercise yard. With an ever-vigilant eye, he inspected all of the people he could see.
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Post by mesmu on Aug 23, 2011 11:14:14 GMT -5
(lol, you're asking me about spelling mistakes? That's seriously funny, I fail at spelling... But okay the word you used is register office-which makes you correct... But the correct word for the place you were talking about I think would be "registration office". Sorry for talking so much about this... Grew up with an English/History teacher so I always got all the lectures seeing how I'm the oldest grandchild... Anyways...)
Havoc had enjoyed lunch, sitting in his usual seat with his friend and cellmate, K.C. and his friends. They formed a solid group of optumistics whom tend to get picked on a little by their built in blond bully, Havoc. But he never says anything that would hurt them, only make them blush and maybe think twice about doing anything to him.
So, the group laughing at a mousy man's dispense and getting poked fun at, is how the blond bearer finds himself walking to his usual wall space. K.C. of course calls to him, "Sure you don't wanna play ball?" And he gives his usual flash of a smile and a shake of his head no. He's only watching them so he can make sure that no one targets at least his friend for the popping of his shimmering bubble.
With his back against a wall and eyes scanning the area, does his eyes catch the glint of something in the distance. Frowning he looks over that way again, hoping someone didn't manage to sneak a knife in here, or lighter, or a small hand gun. Dear Gods these people sometimes-
Instead of any of those threatening objects he just sees a man, dark skinned, tinted glasses, and an authoritative look about him, "Oh fucking great." He mumbles to himself as he stares at the guy. "Another hot shot looking for someone to fry, whoop-di-do." So he sends a glare in the guy's direction.
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Post by chocobeast on Aug 23, 2011 22:40:16 GMT -5
(  ... I wrote a whole thing...hit submit...and it went page unavail... Wahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh) Kitt carefully scanned the whole exercise yard as he walked slowly along the chainlink fence. This was a good opportunity to check the general populace for Garfield. That wiley dude was like a chamelion. He could blend in just about anywhere. All the way at the opposite side of the yard, Kitt spotted a motley crew of guys just relaxing on a picnic bench. Carefully, he scanned each male singularly. Garfield to could be anyone. However, one male did catch his eyes. He was a bit thin and shaggy, but the boy looked super familiar. And that when he saw it. The inmate was staring at him too. Quickly, he wrote down a description of the boy so that he could interrogate him later. Maybe he knew something about Garfiled. Or maybe not. He tipped his hat to the young man, then turned on his heal, and casually strolled inside the grey building. |
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Post by mesmu on Aug 23, 2011 23:00:39 GMT -5
(awe, that seriously sucks ... ) Havoc raised a brow at the man. Okay so he has manners, so what? Dark eyes watch as the man enters the building a crossed from him and he rolls his eyes. Yup, another good for nothing... I hope. He winces, glad he didn't live some place where the death penalty was legal, because his little "accident" would of put him on the top of the list. Nope instead he's here... A voice brakes through his thoughts, "Hey there bitch!" Oh not again... Glancing out of the corner of his eye he sees one of the main "gangs" of this place, and its leader trying to call him over... again. The last time this happened he had gotten the shit nearly beaten of him. Barely saved by a guard whom just happened to walk past the lower work areas. And this time, well this time its in public so he only gets verbally assaulted while he swiftly ignores them, hoping walking away is the answer... "Hey Ben!" He calls, soon shadowing K.C.'s um... yeah... He finds himself safe for now. There are two head groups of Males here. The nicer ones who will trade sex for protection and the other ones whom rape because they can. Thankfully Ben is one of the kinder ones and even offered Havoc some protection, but he had teasingly turned it down. Commenting how no man could handle him, Yeah... And I wasn't kidding...Thank god that the exercise hour soon came to an end and the blond found himself heading back inside, K.C. in tow. Maybe him and Ben will go do something somewhere while Havoc escapes quickly to his cell to wait for the book man to come around. |
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Post by chocobeast on Aug 23, 2011 23:22:25 GMT -5
Kitt hands the older guy behind the double paned glass his credentials and paperwork without a word. He knows how this goes. You get checked. You shut up. You get in.
"We don't have a Garfield Surappi here." The guard suspiciously announces annoyed. "Never heard of the guy. You have the right prison?"
Kitt nods carefully. "Yeah, they told me to check here first. Oh, and I need to talk to this guy too." He hands over his description. "His profile matches that of Garfield's accomplace in the LA shooting of a Deputy Sheriff."
"You don't have a name for this felon?" The guard asked as he quirked an eyebrow.
"No." Kitt admitted straightfaced. "I just recognized him. But I do have a sketch of him." Kitt calmly dug into his briefcase. He knew that Jae would have a sketch of the boy printed for him instantly without even asking. He produced the paper like it had been in there the whole time.
"Oh, Havoc?" The guy asked with a chuckle. "He's crazy. You really want to interview him?"
Kitt noted the name but held in his chuckle. Havoc huh?
"Yeah, I wish to interview him." Kitt nodded while trying to keep his face straight. "May I?"
The gate buzzed and the guard handed him all of his paperwork again. "Go straight ahead and get scanned by the x ray machine. Officer Mars will guide you from there. I will have Havoc brought to you."
Kitt did as he was told.
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Post by chocobeast on Aug 23, 2011 23:22:55 GMT -5
Kitt hands the older guy behind the double paned glass his credentials and paperwork without a word. He knows how this goes. You get checked. You shut up. You get in.
"We don't have a Garfield Surappi here." The guard suspiciously announces annoyed. "Never heard of the guy. You have the right prison?"
Kitt nods carefully. "Yeah, they told me to check here first. Oh, and I need to talk to this guy too." He hands over his description. "His profile matches that of Garfield's accomplace in the LA shooting of a Deputy Sheriff."
"You don't have a name for this felon?" The guard asked as he quirked an eyebrow.
"No." Kitt admitted straightfaced. "I just recognized him. But I do have a sketch of him." Kitt calmly dug into his briefcase. He knew that Jae would have a sketch of the boy printed for him instantly without even asking. He produced the paper like it had been in there the whole time.
"Oh, Havoc?" The guy asked with a chuckle. "He's crazy. You really want to interview him?"
Kitt noted the name but held in his chuckle. Havoc huh?
"Yeah, I wish to interview him." Kitt nodded while trying to keep his face straight. "May I?"
The gate buzzed and the guard handed him all of his paperwork again. "Go straight ahead and get scanned by the x ray machine. Officer Mars will guide you from there. I will have Havoc brought to you."
Kitt did as he was told.
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Post by mesmu on Aug 23, 2011 23:38:34 GMT -5
(Oh double posts~ their fun~)
Havoc was about to make it to his cell when a hand shot of and grabbed him, "Not you son." Thankfully the blond has enough brain about him to only let out a small, startled sound and his powers stay very much inactive as he looks to the brown haired, brown eyed suit before him.
Frowning he growls, "Whatever it is I didn't do it." The guy holding onto his arm just laughs as he begins to lead him.
"You ain't in trouble kind... Yet." And that's all the explaination he got before being shoved roughly into a white room... One you get to go to if you had a visitor their sure you won't harm.
"What. the. fuck?" The blond asks as he hears the door open again and someone, no two someones walking in.
"Here you go officer Night," A voice that is rather annoying to the inmate says. "Havoc... Take care to not piss him off..."
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Post by chocobeast on Aug 24, 2011 14:17:03 GMT -5
Kitt sat uncomfortably in a small metal chair. His pack sat at his feet under the table. To look official and to make sure Jae heard him, he put what looked like an Earth iPad on the table in front of him.
The large metal door with tiny foggy window clanked to life and then opened up to reveal the guard he knew as Mars. Kitt only glanced up at him before typing quickly, "Record everything."
"Here's your prisoner." Mars announced with a grimace. "If you need help, know this. I ain't gonna show 'til this one settles down."
Kitt nodded. 'I wonder what this young man can do that makes him so scary?'
Mars stepped to the side and a gorgeous young man shuffled in. His shaggy hair blocked his eyes but Kitt didn't need to see those to know that he was breathtaking.
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Post by mesmu on Aug 24, 2011 19:58:57 GMT -5
Havoc frowns and looks to the man. Giving him a quick once over he says harshly, "What do you want from me?" Though the male is definitely intimating to the blond, he just rather not show weakness.
(short post is short)
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Post by chocobeast on Aug 25, 2011 1:28:18 GMT -5
(That's okay...I'm used to short)
Kitt couldn't help the deep growl that seemed to come from nowhere. Oh My God! This was his mate! He knew it the very instant his eyes glanced into his. He wanted to leap from his seat and take him here and now. But he was trained in control. Self control being of the utmost concern.
From behind his sunglasses, he blinked like mad in hopes of blocking out the vision of the boy.
Gruffly, he ordered, "Sit down." As he pointed to the chair across from him.
But before the prisoner could take his seat, he asked, "Tell me what you are in for?"
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Post by mesmu on Aug 25, 2011 1:37:13 GMT -5
Havoc raised a brow and refused to sit, better to be able to counter act if attacked or something. And when he's asked why he was put in here, asked as if he really had a choice in the matter of weather or not to answer, he just smiles wicked and flicks out his tongue a moment, "Wouldn't you like to know... But I asked you a qeustion first. Want a willing answer? Answer mine." He's smile has turned into a smirk and his arms cross over his chest. "That's the rules of mannerism, right?" In all out honesty the blond has no idea what he's talking about, he's bull shitting and doing a half assed job of it too. As an ofter thought he winks to the man trying to not show he's seriously scarred shitless of what may happen. Although his almost always frantic heart must be giving that away. (my goal is to at least match your posts thought Don't let me slack off, plz~) |
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Post by chocobeast on Aug 25, 2011 1:49:05 GMT -5
(*giggle* and I was trying to match yours)
The wicked smile and wink made Kitt's blood boil but in a frantic way. He could only guess that the pounding heart he heard was his own.
He knew exactly what he was doing when he held out his hand and offered carefully, "I'm sorry if I was rude. My name is Detective Night. I'm here to randomly interview prison inmates for a friend. You aren't a suspect in anything. Yet. But I need to know some info from you starting from the beginning. Could you please tell me why you are here?"
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... I wrote a whole thing...hit submit...and it went page unavail...