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Post by Zuyuri on Apr 13, 2016 5:07:18 GMT
The one thing about interrogating people past 9 PM; the interrogation room was almost always taken. Which meant Shadow had to take matters into his own hands when talking to the very band they brought downtown. No one had committed a crime, unless someone counted splitting a drunkard's head with a mop, which in turn broke the handle in two, a crime. The Lars nightclub had called the police to assist in the chaos that had unfolded. Apparently at the club's talent night, several intoxicated people called out the band's skills, which had prompted the lead singer to leave the stage and cause a massive riot - at least, that's what witnesses explained to the police when they came. Shadow was the only Other who stayed behind during night missions, so he often got dragged to them.
The band was escorted to the holding cells, and Shadow was standing before them, his trademark scowl staring them down. A file was opened on the desk behind him, which he glanced at every so often to get his bearings.
"All right, let's get this over with so you all can get out," he huffed. "You're all lucky you passed the BAC test, otherwise this would have gotten ugly."
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Post by Deleted on Apr 13, 2016 5:20:56 GMT
Omar was in a bad mood. He was in a holding cell for having split open a drunkard's head, again. He had protested loudly when the police had come and taken the band downtown. It had been Omar's fault not his band's! Okay so maybe it was a little their fault, seeing as one band member had threatened to shove his drumsticks down one drunk guy's throat but seeing as Omar was the one who had actually hurt someone, he was the one who should be taken-alone. He scowled at the fellow Other from inside of the cell and folded his arms.
"Why in the hell would we drink at a gig?" he snarked. "No drinking till after the gig is done, that's my rule. We're just pissed that people don't know good music when they hear it" he scowled at the cop and tossed his head back challengingly. "The crowd started it. We were just giving the drunk morons what they wanted. A good fight"
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Post by Zuyuri on Apr 13, 2016 5:31:04 GMT
Shadow inclined his head to the speaker. Of all the musicians in Bellerouge, it had to be this one. Omar LaRue was infamous for giving a bad attitude towards the cops. This wasn't the first time he had been brought in for causing chaos in a venue. Calling out drunkards for starting a fight when he had made several riots was like calling the kettle black. His red eyes flashed dangerously and one hand came down on his right wrist, on the gleaming gold that was his inhibitor ring. If that thing came off, there'd be more damage to pick up. But instead of taking it off, he held it there, narrowing his eyes.
"I give you points for keeping your group in line, but pointing fingers isn't going to get you out of here faster. The only way you're getting out of here is if you talk to me straight. I won;t give you attitude if you don;t give me any. And right now, we're off to a bad start." He lowered his hand off of the ring.
"Let's start over," he flashed the badge clipped onto the patch of white fur on his chest, "Detective Shadow Griffiths. And you great players are?" He wasn't being sarcastic with great players.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 13, 2016 11:25:55 GMT
"Course I keep my group in line .They got no job if they set a toe out of line" for the most part. Omar allowed the odd fight now and then, but he always made sure to stop it before anyone got really hurt. The last thing he needed was somebody pressing charges. Omar rolled his eyes. "Fine. I'll talk to ya straight" he huffed. Omar didn't feel like fighting here. The cop would have the advantage, not Omar and Omar didn't like his odds. Omar inclined his head, a little gratified at the 'great players' comment. This group was a bunch of great players, and he was glad that somebody, even a cop, recognized that. "The twins are Ruff and Tuff Thorston. Ruff is the chick and backup singer. Her brother's the drummer. Then there's Thorn Cabret,my bass guitarist" Their real names were Henry and Emily Thorston and Sinbad Cabret, but Omar preferred to call them by their stage names. Tuff waved at Shadow from behind Omar, till his sister nudged him in the ribs with her elbow.
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Post by Zuyuri on Apr 14, 2016 1:04:17 GMT
Shadow opened the file cabinet tot he desk and began fingering the tabs. He found DWI reports, arrest reports, and then finally, short term arrest agreements. They were simple enough works. It contained a lengthy paragraph that, in short, was just a slap on the wrist for doing something not tecnically illegal, but enough to get someone into trouble. "Okay, so..." he wrote down the names listed of the band members, frowning just a slight. "Are those stage names? I can't make these official until I have their official names on here."
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Post by Deleted on Apr 14, 2016 1:32:47 GMT
Omar scowled and folded his arms again. What did it matter if they were stage names? Why on earth did this have to be official? He'd just split a guy’s head open with a mop. That wasn’t technically illegal unless you wanted to get into battery charges, which the drunk idiot apparently didn’t. Maybe it was Thorn’s veiled threats, Omar didn’t know. Thorn looked pretty scary when he was pissed, Omar had to admit. It was Tuff who finally broke the silence with the proper names and Omar shot him a deadly look, which caused the blond to gulp. Omar sighed and looked back at Shadow. “Yea. They are Henry and Emily Thorston and Sinbad Cabret. Though I think Sinbad’s thinking on changing his name. Since you know, what kind of parent names their kid after Sinbad the Sailor?”
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Post by Zuyuri on Apr 15, 2016 3:11:14 GMT
Shadow nodded to the answer. But the changing of names wasn't important to the paperwork he was filling out. All it was had been a show the band was being cooperative. "Okay, then." He handed the clipboard to Omar, "just sign the sheets snd you all are free to go. No charges. Also...Omar is it, I have to say your records are pretty mild for...your branch of Other. We had a troll in here multiple times for accounts of illegal gambling." He huffed, "I mean alligator fights, seriously."
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Post by Deleted on Apr 15, 2016 17:52:38 GMT
"Oh, so just because I'm a troll I have to like dangerous activities like alligator fighting?" Omar gave Shadow a look. "I like keeping myself to myself. Can't do that if I'm locked away. 'Sides, what would my fans say?" His few fans were pretty important to him and he didn't want to lose them. He sighed. Alligator fighting. What was next? getting dragons to fight against each other? Yea sounded too much like a risk to him. "I prefer fist-fights and arguing myself. Though if you're talking about the issues with the kids...I never actually kidnapped them. They came with me willingly and I took them to a safer place" He filled out the paperwork and passed the board around so the rest of the band could fill out their portion and then handed it back to Shadow. "There. Now let us out of here!"
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Post by Zuyuri on Apr 15, 2016 20:36:04 GMT
"You know...there was never a thing about kidnapping kids in your file, so there's that. And your loyalty to your band and fans," or potential lack from certain demographics, Shadow thought to himself but didn't dare say that aloud to avoid this going a different direction than it should've, "is extra proof you're not a stereotype." He took the clipboard, read the signatures, nodded, and quickly scribbled his own name at the bottom. The chief would look it over later. "Okay," the keys jingled as Shadow got them from the desk, "everything's good to go. I can escort you to your van back at the club; no one comes near anyone within a centimeter of a cop."
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Post by Deleted on Apr 15, 2016 21:01:09 GMT
"I was never formally charged but I'm pretty sure there should be a complaint or two in there from parents in there" he said casually and put his hands in his pockets. "I'm sort of the stereotype. I adore kids" Though his concerts were not kid friendly. The concerts were in a bar for heaven's sakes! Omar snorted. "No thanks .We can find our own way back to to our van" Who needed a cop's help? Not Omar!
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Post by Zuyuri on Apr 15, 2016 23:05:34 GMT
There were no objections from the band at Omar's super self-absorbed reply. Shadow just assumed by now, Omar's ego was so high up pointing it out or speaking against it was unwise. "Suit yourself," the Other cop replied, unlocking the door. If there was a run-in, deep down Shadow hoped they wouldn't be as nice as he was being. Or rather as nice as he could muster
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Post by Deleted on Apr 16, 2016 2:49:15 GMT
"Welp. We'll be off" Omar nodded curtly to the police officer Shadow before leading his band out of the cell. He nodded curtly to Shadow. "See ya round my man. Maybe you could come to a concert. See if the music's to your liking. You look like the sort of..person to enjoy rock" He flashed the peace sign at the guy before walking out, band trailing behind him.
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Post by Zuyuri on Apr 16, 2016 17:33:58 GMT
The invite was worded in an interesting way. To say it was passive-aggresive was perhaps too harsh of a conclusion. Omar seemed like the overtly tense type, so to get an invite was probably a sign of gratitude. The faintest trace of a smile, which was just a corner of Shadow's mouth going up, was his response to Omar's peace sign. He too the paper wor and filed in a folder marked 'minor arrest'. There was no way something so miniscule was going into Omar's file. ((end thread))
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