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Post by clementine on Feb 14, 2010 16:20:22 GMT -5
"Lemme go you fuckers." Ninya snarled like some feral animal as he tried to twist out of the cop's iron grip. The male ignored him and shoved him into the back of apolice transport, cuffed like some criminal instead of being treated like the victim he was. Not like anyone cared about a whore.
Ninya's wavy hair was a matted nest of blood and tangles. One lilac eye had swollen shut and he was continually darting his tongue over his dry, split lips. The male was sure that the cut above his eye was going to scar. Fan-fucking-tastic. No one liked to sleep with a scarred body.
He wasn't ashamed of his line of work, he needed the money, but he sure as hell wasn't some male's slut. Ninya was better than that. He expected to be paid before any service and to be treated respectfully. When he'd been tied down like a dog by those bastards, it'd taken some quick thinking on his part to escape with only cuts and bruises...and a really sore ass.
Even now, Ninya was perched gingerly on the seat, knowing that his ass was torn for the first time in...forever. He avoided the cop's eyes in the mirror, knowing what he looked like, a killer. And he was, technically. He'd killed one of the rapists out of survival, however, he didn't think anyone would believe him. After all, who believed the word of a hooker? He'd probably be accused of doing drugs or some shit and going ape on one of his clients.
When it was time to be taken into the police department, Ninya tried his hardest not to limp.
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Post by praiseofblood on Feb 14, 2010 16:26:24 GMT -5
"Captain Gorna, we have a murder suspect in need of questioning." said an officer as they traipsed into the Jeskaran's officer. Upon the reception of a green eyed glare that promised much pain, the officer stuttered and apologized for intruding, quickly exiting the room.
Azra Gorna ran a clawed hand through thick black locks as he stood, grabbing his clipboard and heading to the questioning rooms.
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Post by clementine on Feb 14, 2010 16:35:03 GMT -5
Ninya was pissed as hell to have been cuffed to the fucking chair. He kept jingling and rattling the cuffs to just ignore everyone until they had finally left, telling him something about questioning, a.k.a. throw-your-ass-in-jail. The halfling snorted, trying to unsuccessfully flip his hair from his eyes. In the end, he just shut his good eye, trying not to remember the sound of his rapist's breaking neck.
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Post by praiseofblood on Feb 14, 2010 16:37:51 GMT -5
Axra entered the room, taking note of the beat up hooker in the chair. He slid down across from the male, and fixed him with his piercing gaze. "Name?" he rumbled, voice eerily soft, but naturally menacing.
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Post by clementine on Feb 14, 2010 16:44:09 GMT -5
Ninya just rolled his eye. He'd played enough bondage games not to be put off by the "scary voice." Thinking to be difficult since he was probably getting arrested anyways, Ninya smirked. "It's whatever you want it to be honey."
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Post by praiseofblood on Feb 14, 2010 16:47:17 GMT -5
"Age?" Azra asked in the same voice, his natural voice. He was completely unfazed by the hookers advances. As if he would ever even CONSIDER the brat in anything but a ew-look-a-beaten-hooker manner.
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Post by clementine on Feb 14, 2010 16:52:55 GMT -5
Oh boy and did Ninya know it too. He could see the look in the bastard's eyes. Not like he could use his looks anyways. Ninya knew he looked like shit and he accosted the male simply to annoy instead of basing it on attraction. "One million three hundred and sixty five." Ninya replied absently, attention focused back to the cuffs as he tried to slid his hand free.
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Post by praiseofblood on Feb 14, 2010 17:05:26 GMT -5
"Not going to happen." Azra said distractedly as he made a note to get the boy's DNA so they could match him in the profile database. "Family or relations whom you would like to call?" he asked, looking at Ninya again.
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Post by clementine on Feb 14, 2010 17:13:19 GMT -5
Ninya's face darkened at the question. He loved his mother, father, and even his stupid brothers. There was no way he was dragging them into this. He could handle this by himself. "No." He replied flatly.
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Post by praiseofblood on Feb 14, 2010 17:14:54 GMT -5
"Tell me what happened. And tell the truth--lying would only worsen your case." Azra said, even though he knew the boy would lie--they all did, in some half assed attempt to spite him. Azra picked up his pen, and waited.
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Post by clementine on Feb 14, 2010 17:19:41 GMT -5
Ninya refused to speak. He just glared at the annoyingly good looking male, eyes flashing. It didn't matter what he said, lies or truth, he was still going to be fucked. And not in the fun way either.
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Post by praiseofblood on Feb 14, 2010 17:24:16 GMT -5
"Tell me what happened. This is a murder investigation, and in such cases law enforcement officials are permitted to use any humane means necessary to get answers. I'd so hate to put you under the influence of serums, but I will if I must." Azra warned.
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Post by clementine on Feb 14, 2010 17:30:30 GMT -5
"Fine, I killed him." Ninya replied. "There, I admitted it. You can take me away to jail or the acid mines or wherever the hell it is you store bad people." He shifted in his seat, ass burning like hell. Ninya tried to quell the nausea in his stomach, but he couldn't help but keep remembering the jerk he killed.
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Post by praiseofblood on Feb 14, 2010 17:42:58 GMT -5
"What provoked you to kill him?" Azra asked, looking at the male.
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Post by clementine on Feb 14, 2010 17:48:12 GMT -5
"He pissed me off." Ninya replied delicately, free hand clutching his now burning stomach. What the hell? "Can I go now?" He asked, face growing pale.
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