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Post by Deleted on Oct 25, 2013 9:41:49 GMT
 ▲ itsjunk! | His pants were falling down, but every time he tried to tell the cop squeezing his shoulder, he was reprimanded to behave. Johnny had been caught slashing the tires of a Mustang. Kid didn't get on with the owner. So now, he fidgeted while he waited at the precinct, squeezing his butt cheek's together as a last ditch effort to hold up his low belt.
Junk had trouble paying attention to what was happening around him - but it was a hive of wife-beaters, fish-net stockings, and blue shirts. Other petty crooks sat irritably in plastic chairs waiting for paper work to be finished. Behind glass panels, secretaries muttered. Every now and then, a bell would go off. The noise of all the chatter bothered him along with his dangling pants, and he glared at the blind-covered offices wishing he had one to himself. | |
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Post by Deleted on Oct 27, 2013 3:20:40 GMT
Raul was hard at work. Well, he was pretending to be. If anyone walked into his office – which they wouldn't, but – they would see him self-importantly shuffling papers around and stacking them into an indiscriminate pile. This he tucked under his arm as he left his office, glancing around – everyone seemed busy with work of their own, as he strode between the rows of desks until he found an empty one to indiscriminately drop his pile of paperwork onto. It hit with a heavy thump, but nobody noticed, or maybe they didn't care to get involved – any desk but their own. With a satisfied grin, he figured he deserved a smoke break, patting his pockets to find only his lighter. He must have left his smokes in a desk drawer, among other things. Turning back to get them, he caught sight of a familiar head, the colour and texture synthetic lawn turf. Raul crossed to him with a small wave, a friendly one, a smile that was only a little smug. "Hey, Junk!" The kid reminded him of himself when he was younger - except you know, dumber. He always seemed to get caught. "What'd you do this time?"@junk |
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Post by Deleted on Nov 2, 2013 21:28:16 GMT
▲ itsjunk! | "Nothin'," he whined with a citrus glare. "Just, you know, standin' too close to Vinny's mustang, and then, the next thing I know this fag-" he held up the cuffs on his wrists. The cop that had him in his custody yanked him smartly for the language. The officer then turned and sniffed at Raul, giving him a look that said 'move along my day's been long enough.' | |
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Post by Deleted on Nov 24, 2013 4:22:23 GMT
He didn't even try not to look amused when Junk tried to explain, only to be cut off by the cop holding him like a dog on a leash. Raul shook his head in an amicable, kids-these-days, sort of way as he looked to the officer. "Hey man, go have a donut in the break room or somethin'," He told him with a grin. "I'll take care of this one."Nobody could say he hadn't done anything if he did at least one thing and wrote up a record. Then again, nobody would notice another page in Junk's fat file. Either way, the other officer seemed glad to hand him off, while Raul wouldn't mind the company. Cops were all stiffs and made for especially boring conversation. "You have the right to remain silent, anything you say or do, etc." He jerked his head in the direction of his office for Junk to follow. He didn't really want to... touch the kid to drag him along. Might dirty his clean (extremely wrinkled, but clean) white dress shirt. @junk |
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