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Post by Taj Thu'baan on Oct 4, 2012 0:03:10 GMT -5
(September 4th. Open to anyone who wants to bust Taj out of jail >D). "What's with the brat, Smith?" "I found this youngster loitering at Academy D.'s Playground." Officer Smith explained apologetically. Adjacent to the overweight policeman was a fourteen-year-old boy in handcuffs. "I tried contacting his parents, but I can't get a hold of them." "Whatever. Just throw 'im in a cell and quit bothering me." "Yes sir." Ten minutes later... "I don't understand, Darius." Taj lamented to his pet eel. "Why do bad things keep happening to me?" "Master want hug?" Taj shook his head. "Thanks, but I don't want to get electrocuted again. It's the thought that counts anyway." The lad then sighed. "I need to find some way out of here." "Master use magic?" "NO!" Taj shouted. "Can you imagine how much trouble I'm going to get myself into? If I summon so much as one lousy mamluk, I'm going to spend the rest of my life behind bars! The people here aren't ready for that sort of thing." "So Master waits?" "Yes, Darius." Taj forced a smile and patted the eel on his head. "We wait."
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Post by Isabella (Bella) Zari on Oct 4, 2012 2:08:27 GMT -5
Isabella growled to herself as she pushed her back against the wall of her cell, she was pissed off. "I can't believe they have the nerve to chuck me in here." She grumbled then noticed a voice next to hers, the young trouble maker wandered to the edge of the bars and looked into the cell next to her. It was another kid, looked about her age, dark hair and a pet eel. Bella sighed. "Nice." she grumbled, she sat back down and rested against the wall.
"So, what are you in for?" Bella asked him, because she was sure that he would tell her. And she would tell him what she had done, and even if he didn't ask she was going to tell him. Because the pain in the behind part mexican took after her biological mother in too many ways.
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Post by Dante Roscoe Fenix on Oct 12, 2012 12:49:55 GMT -5
Laying down on a bench with in the 'Tank' with the hood on his hoodie leather jacket over his head was Dante. Now he had gotten picketed up by the police after a street fight that night and got thrown in the tank. Now the 'Tank' was called that do to many people being drunk out of their minds when they were arrested. And also for those waiting in jail for their trial. Something Dante had to wait till tomorrow for. It was also used for simply keeping a bunch of arrestees in one cell when all others were full. It was a simple cell really two concrete and steel reinforce walls and the other two sides being steel bars and a locked cell door. And there were another cells he could have been put in, such cells were right across from the tank. But the officers thought it best to put him in the tank with a few other criminals...not that he minded after all once you punch out the biggest and strongest guy in the cell no one messed with you. And that's just what Dante did when he got here hours ago. Though he got his lip busted, split his knuckles, and a hell of a headache from when he head-butted the guy. Still a fun night though.
Dante lifted his head from the bench, his hood still on his head as he looked back across to the single cells as he heard a few others talking, spotting a few other teens in lock up. "Seems like I'm not the only one who had a fun time tonight," Dante said with grin as he walked over to the bars, draping his arms through the bars. Recognizing Bella amd taking notice of the kid and the talking eel.
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