Thread: Neon (1x1 WilyRily & Niksis)

He hadn't known his superior had such a colorful vocabulary. And certainly didn't know half of the words used, though Jonas suspected that they were mostly made up on the spot anyway. He had understood, from what few actual words he had heard between the cursing and sighing, that bringing Ms. Crassus in was the worst mistake he could have done. Apparently, though it was impossible for Jonas to know, the Peacekeepers and Crassus Industries were currently renegotiating the contract, dealings which may now be complicated due to the potential for 'harassment claims' coming from the Crassus'. Jonas knew he was in trouble, but also knew he was in the right. A real pickle if ever there was one. Of course, Dylan was most likely faring far better right now, he thought to himself. Her daddy would show up any minute, throw around some big words and important names and then she would be out and about. For a system so built on fairness and equality, there sure was some corrupt individuals in the mix. It made Jonas sick to the core. He was a firm believer in the System. He genuinely thought it worked, that it had improved things. What it really had done, was split the groups further between rich people and poor people. But being naive like he was, Jonas was certain he was doing the right thing. I'm sorry, sir. I promise it won't happen again. he said, which only caused his superior to shout even more. Why on earth would you promise to not do your job?! he shouted, which caused Jonas to cringe some more. There really wasn't a right answer to be given, was there? The whole thing lasted for, well, realisticly five minutes. Though if you asked Jonas, he'd say an hour. It sure felt like that anyway. And when he finally went to check up on his catch, Dylan. She had already been processed and released. With all the paperwork done before the Peacekeepers even managed to lock the door to her holding cell. It made him sick again, the corruption was clear for all to see. And it was everywhere. For a second, but only for that second, he could see the appeal of people like Jack, wanting to 'Stick it to the Man'. But he quickly dismissed the thought, surely New England would be a worse place without the Peacekeepers, right? But for whatever reason, he just couldn't get his mind off of the red head that had ruined his night. He wasn't angry with her, or blamed her. Far from it. He couldn't tell why he thought of her, he just did. It didn't help that her name was one of the most influential and important in the city. Not a name you easily forget. A name that was attached to a face and personality that you'd never forget. It just wasn't a fair combination. Evening Faye he said as the blonde secretary walked up to him. She seemed slightly giddy, confident even. Not something she usually carried herself with. Don't worry about Ms. Crassus, Jonas. You couldn't have known. she said, trying to comfort him, not that he really needed it, but he accepted it none the less. Thank you for the comfort, think I'll head home for the night. he finished before he stepped out of the room. Faye had never really caught his attention, she wasn't his type. While he'd never admit it, the feisty and fiery women were his type. He loved being challenged, another mark against him in trying to forget Dylan. Laying in bed and trying to let sleeps warm embrace take him, he couldn't get the picture of the young, red haired girl with a witty tongue and a fiery personality out of his minds eye. He was thinking about how to spend more time with her, which wasn't going to easy considering he had just arrested her. But that's where it struck him. One of her jabs, he could use that to his advantage. 'At least buy me dinner first....' she had said, and he was going to hold her up on that. He wanted, no, he needed to know more about this girl who would haunt his thoughts at night, who would keep the otherwise peaceful and respectful Peacekeeper awake.