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Thread: Neon (1x1 WilyRily & Niksis)

Dylan was not aware of the time, truthfully she wasn't aware of much at all. The redhead had been stumbling home while curing Jack under her breath. In being so wrapped up in her own drunken stupor she hadn't noticed anyone around. Certainly not the Peacekeeper, and definitely not the man waiting in the dark alley she was approaching. Hey there! The words snaked out like a hiss between his missing two front teeth, and he even seemed to coil around her like a snake. The move wasn't necessarily threatening, which was intentional as to not cause a scene and make it appear as though the pair were familiar in case anyone happened to be watching. You are going to give me every credit you have on you. You are not going to speak, try to run, or scream. Understand? The redhead looked confused for a moment, the situation taking longer than usual to process in her brain. The only thing she could really think of was how horrible the man next to her smelled. It wasn't that of poverty, it was more like decay. It was a common smell among certain drug users, as some of the more heinous things roaming the streets seemed to rot a person from the inside out. A few moments passed, and despite the fact that the unkempt man was growing a bit impatient, he was keeping his cool the best he could. It was in that moment that it clicked, and the drunken girl recoiled a bit, shrugging her shoulders in an attempt to get the man off of her. All she could hear was Jack mocking her, telling her over and over again that she wasn't capable of taking care of herself. It was then that Dylan did something unexpected, turning on the balls of her feet she clasped the mans right hand, using his weight to balance her as she pulled away from him. Quickly she maneuvered herself behind him, kicking in the back of his left knee so that his body dropped just enough so that she could push him into the wall of the brick building that sat silently along the sidewalk. The sound of his head cracking against the hard surface echoed a little on the quiet street as his body fell into a limp ball beneath her feet. Of course the exertion had left Dylan a little off balance as well, stumbling a few feet backwards until finally falling to her ass on the pavement as well. For a moment she felt nauseous, dropping her head between her knees and taking a deep breath she attempted to make the world stop spinning. For a moment she felt bad about what she had done, hoping that she hadn't actually caused substantial damage to the forceful drug user. Son of a bitch... The words were whispered to the sidewalk beneath her, closing her eyes as the spinning grew more intense and then subsided again. You're not going to puke...you're not going to puke....
Thread: Neon (1x1 WilyRily & Niksis)

I bet you're going to puke. the voice came from behind the red head. Jonas had watched the whole thing from a distance though had chosen not to intervene. Mostly because he would have been unable to do anything, considering how swiftly Dylan had diffused the situation, but also because he really didn't want to. She had wanted to spend time with the likes of Jack and had associated herself with him and his types, so he figured it would be good for her sort to be shown just why the Peacekeeper are around. For situations just like these. Granted, he didn't get to do much, aside from hurrying over to the scene as soon as he could. All too late, of course. Jonas was not entirely without compassion though, sure she should learn her lesson. The streets are dangerous, even with Peacekeeper presence, more so these dark alleys that people like Dylan and Jack chose to use. They weren't frequently patrolled by Peacekeeper, the whole reason why they were being used in the first place. As such, he walked past where Dylan was sitting and went to check on the addict she had knocked out cold. He'll live. He's going to hate himself for a few days, but he'll live. Jonas said over to Dylan, as if he could read her mind. He waited patiently for her to having caught herself before he held out a small flask of water. Where's your date? He left with someone else, didn't he? Jonas said with a smirk on his lips. He knew Jack, or knew of people like Jack. So it would not surprise him if he had ditched her for someone with larger tits, or a more willingness to please him. She hadn't exactly run into Jack's arms that one time where they met before. So clearly, at least in his mind, it wasn't anything serious. Though having caught himself making such a rude comment, Jonas smiled again Sorry, uncalled for. Here, let me help you. he offered then, holding out a hand she could take if she needed help to stand. Regardless if she took it or not, Jonas would comment Curfews on now. I would suggest you hurry home unless you'll want to spend the night at the Institute. it hadn't been a treat, though coming from the likes of him, it would most likely be interpreted as one. No, this one time, he simply wanted to inform her of the situation she was in. A situation she had most likely put herself in, knowingly or not. And while he was not a cruel man, neither was he going to break the laws he had promised to enforce. I'll have to take this guy to the station, so I'm afraid I can't arrest you for breaking curfew. he said with a wink and then as he walked over to the unconscious man. It was the best he could offer the red head without breaking the law.
Thread: Neon (1x1 WilyRily & Niksis)

I don't need you to do me any favors ya know? I've spent the night in the drunk tank before. She had started, which caused the larger Peacekeeper to smile a bit. 'What a weird way to show ones gratitude' he thought to himself as he considered what he had just offered. She had broken one of the most strictest of laws. Bringing her in now would not be because of the alcohol. It would be because of the curfew. And that, did not sent you to the drunk tank. Breaking curfew was one of the worst offences you could do, aside from drug fabrication and murder. While most people who broke curfew was only arrested for a week or two, repeat offenders were never seen or heard from again. Of course, he did not expect Dylan to be a repeat offender, but still, such a record would not look good for you. And...for the record...I turned Jack down. Yes, it's true...he may have left with somebody else...but it was only because I turned him down. was how she ended, which only caused a chuckle to leave the Peacekeeper. You do realize that you wouldn't be going to the Drunk Tank, right? Jonas countered, she probably did but had most likely forgotten in her tipsy haze. No, if he brought her in, like she most likely wanted jugdging from her words, it would be far worse. However he had been ready to leave it there and move on. It was the alcohol speaking at this point, surely. However the second she began imitating him, thus knowingly or not insulting him, Jonas turned a serious expression as he walked over to where Dylan was standing and waving her hands. With a perhaps too tight grip at her upper arm, he spoke. This time, while before he had spoke in a soft, caring tone, he was speaking in a strong and powerful one. Clear sign of the authority that he held and the confidence he had in himself. You are under arrest for breaking Curfew. Anything you say can and will be used against you in the presence of a Judge. You will not have access to a attorney, neither will one be granted to you. Should you be found guilty of breaking Curfew knowingly and without proper authorization you will be subject to up to two weeks of isolation inside the Institute of Law. Do you understand what I have just told you? he finished. His words came easy, as if they had been drilled into him and he was a machine repeating them. Using his other arm to move both hers to her back. He had been so close to letting her go, almost ready to overlook her lawbreaking. But her own mouth, as she kept telling herself she did, got her in trouble again. Once he had cuffed her wrists behind her back, he began rummaging through her pockets and any crevasses he would find, caring little for personal space or her modesty, he was looking for her ID, any official document that would exempt her from the curfew as well as frisk her for any hidden weapons or other illegal objects.
Thread: Neon (1x1 WilyRily & Niksis)

When Jonas grabbed her arm she looked up at him in shock, it wasn't so much fear as it was discomfort. The grip was strong, enough to where she could feel her own pulse thudding beneath the skin at his grip. You are under arrest for breaking Curfew. Anything you say can and will be used against you in the presence of a Judge. You will not have access to a attorney, neither will one be granted to you. Should you be found guilty of breaking Curfew knowingly and without proper authorization you will be subject to up to two weeks of isolation inside the Institute of Law. Do you understand what I have told you? Oh you've got to be fucking kidding me.... The redhead went limp enough to where she could be maneuvered around, unfortunately knowing how this would all unravel. There was no blushing at his groping hands, which were searching for anything incriminating they could find. Of course there wasn't much on her. In her front pocket there were a few peppermint candies that she had taken from the bar along with a few wrappers of the ones she had already eaten. The only other thing on her was her ID card, tucked away in her back pocket. You could at least buy me dinner first... The redhead chuckled a little to herself, the words falling from her lips just as his hand started to slide around towards the back of her body. Dylan shifted uncomfortably, her shoulders tensing from having both her hands shoved up behind her back. As soon as Jonas took a look at her ID it was anyone's guess as to how this encounter would unfold. Of course he wouldn't know her...but he would certainly be aware of her last name. Crassus Technologies was one of the leading forces in the business world, who also happened to dip their hands in politics whenever possible. They had a way of avoiding trouble, and would often work in tandem with the government when it came to passing laws, seeing as how they were the leading supplier in armament and weaponry. Chances were if the Peacekeeper currently frisking her was wearing any type of body armor...it was Crassus. Of course being part of the family didn't specifically grant her any kind of immunity, her ID read just like any other normal citizens, but chances were her visit to the clink would work out a little differently than most.
Thread: Neon (1x1 WilyRily & Niksis)

He looked through the ID and seemed to double check it. Just to make sure he read the name right. Alright, Miss... Crassus... the Peacekeeper sighed. He knew that if he took her in, the name alone would get her out even before she stepped inside the Institute of Law. However he half expected that having the Crassus name associated with Jack and his rumored underground movement would most likely not look very good. Please confirm to me that you have heard and understood what I just told you and that you are aware of the rights given to you based on the law you have broken. It was a standardized thing, much like the rest of the Government, the Peacekeepers were fond of their procedures and processes. And he had to have the victim confirm that they had understood their rights before he could bring them in. Should she refuse to answer, Jonas would have to give her restrained wrists a gentle lift, just to put a bit more pressure on her shoulders. It was perhaps borderline assault, but it often got people speaking. Of course, if she did acknowledge her situation, he would simply continue. However knowing her last name had complicated the situation somewhat. It was not unheard of that Peacekeepers got relocated or fired if they put their noses too far up Crassus Industries. And harassing his presumed daughter would probably not go very well. But at the same time, failure to bring her in would mean he neglected his duties, yet another thing that got Peacekeepers relocated and re-educated. Now was the time that he regretted taking an interest in this young woman, she sure was cute and pleasing to the eye. But this was not worth it. Allowing another sigh to leave the larger Peacekeeper, Jonas placed a hand on her lower back where the handcuffs were and guided her on. The trip back to his vehicle would take a good ten minutes. Ten minutes where he would have to escort a retrained civilian through a territory known for not being very fond of Peacekeepers. Should have just smiled and said thank you. he said quietly as he led her on, down a few alleys and streets. Constantly on the lookout for opportunistic idealists who wanted to play at Knight in Shining Armor. The trip was grueling for the otherwise near fearless Peacekeeper. He didn't like the situation he had put himself in, however eventually the duo reached his vehicle parked in an alley. Gently, he guided her into the backseat before setting off towards the Institute. You will most likely be bailed out, knowing your last name. But I don't think your father will like the connection between his company and Jack. Jonas said as he moved to the steering wheel and set off. The trip back was short, since after the curfew everyone had gone inside there was very little traffic aside from Peacekeepers on patrole.
Thread: Neon (1x1 WilyRily & Niksis)

The second he said her last name she sighed. mainly because of the way it was said. It was the recognition of who she was that always made her want to crawl in a whole. The irony being that her family was heavily responsible for all of the things that she despised. Of course having witnessed some of her fathers business dealings from the inside...her reasons were a bit more sound and justified than most normal civilians. At first she didn't answer his question, not because she was intentionally trying to be rude at this point, but because she was lost in thought. When more pressure was applied she let out a shrill little yip, the pain reminding her where she was and what was going on almost immediately. All she could get out was a quick little yes before letting out another uncomfortable groan. Should have just smiled and said thank you. The pair was moving down the sidewalk now, Dylan doing a decent job of keeping up with Jonas' longer stride. His comment of course made her laugh, shaking her head as though it was the most ridiculous thing she had heard in weeks. Hate to disappoint you, but I'm not that kind of girl. It wasn't too much longer of a walk before they arrived at the Peacekeepers vehicle. Dylan carefully slid in, making sure not sit incorrectly and cause herself any unnecessary discomfort. The seats were a little chilly, having remained untouched most of the night. The black leather licked at the skin that was exposed through her ripped tights, causing her to take a sharp inhale when first coming into contact with seat. You will most likely be bailed out, knowing your last name. But I don't think your father will like the connection between his company and Jack. My father doesn't like a lot of things that I do. It was said idly, Dylan looking out the window and wishing that she was anywhere else in the world right now. Not that I see how my arrest has anything to do with Jack. With a frustrated sigh she leaned back in the seat, crossing her legs. At this point she looked a little more disheveled then when the pair had initially crossed paths. The long red hair which had been pulled up in a ponytail was starting to fall from it's perch. Small strands of hair had come loose framing her face. Green eyes were glossy and somewhat detached, darting from the window to the rear-view mirror, attempting to keep an eye on everything around her. You really didn't have to handcuff me you know. I may talk a lot of shit, but I wouldn't have attacked you or anything. I'm not -that- fucking stupid. Shifting a little she sat up again, finding it impossible to get comfortable with her hands behind her back. Which she knew was purposeful, the ride to jail was never supposed to a relaxed pleasure cruise. My nose itches...
Thread: Neon (1x1 WilyRily & Niksis)

Jonas looked up in the rear view mirror and chuckled a little to himself You always talk this much? it was an actual question. Most people who had been in the back of his vehicle had either been quiet as the grave or have called foul on what he had done. Of course, if you were to believe any criminal, they were innocent. Dylan Crassus on the other hand, she took the whole thing rather well. And something told Jonas that this had probably not been the first time she was escorted to the Institute and neither did he expect it to be her last. She had seemed like the sort who went in and out all the time, often caught in minor dealings and judging from the way she let her mouth go, he assumed that was probably the cause of most of her trips to the Institute. He drove for a little while longer, turning down this street and that before he spoke Look, I'm sorry about the handcuffs. Just doing my job. he tried to reason with her. He had liked her, probably still did without knowing it. She was pleasant to the eyes and had a fiery personality, he liked this. And it was this that conflicted him. Should he let her go just because she was cute? Or should he bring her in for something he was ready to let drop not long ago. It confused him and frustrated him. And the trip back would be a very long one if they kept silent, or if she kept complaining. So instead, he figured I'd do some idly chatter. Just to rid himself of the silence and make the trip shorter. What were you doing out so late anyway? he asked, though he half expected her to not answer. It wasn't like she was about to tell him she had been spending the evening with known anti-government people in a secret basement selling drugs and drinking illegal substances, right? Eventually they would find themselves outside the large, black building that served as both the police station, prison and court house. It was more efficient to have it all in the same building. Stepping out of the vehicle Jonas moved to open the door to the back seat, then gently tried to help her out, knowing that the trip had most likely been uncomfortable. He still didn't like hurting her, but had a job to do. As such, once she had exited the vehicle, Jonas helped guide her to the large building where, once inside, he would undo the cuffs with an apologetic smile. Take her to processing. Curfew. Jonas said to one of the guards inside who swiftly moved to grab the red heads arm and guided her inside while Jonas had to go inform his boss that he had arrested Jack Crassus' daughter for breaking curfew... 'And to think this started out like such a good night too....' Jonas thought to himself, mentally preparing himself for the verbal asskicking he was about to get.
Thread: Neon (1x1 WilyRily & Niksis)

Dylan took the pamphlet out of courtesy, but there was no way she would be joining the Peacekeepers. Honestly, she would probably rather set herself on fire, or even more terrifying join the family business. Still, she wouldn't express these feelings in front of Stephan, especially since his daughter was now one among the ranks. The conversation ended politely, and even though the hotdog was offered to her on the house, the redhead still left 20 credits in the tip jar. Out of all the people wandering the streets right now, Dylan was probably the one in least need of a handout. Waving goodbye she swallowed the last bit of the hotdog and continued down the road. It was still early enough to where she could kill some time wandering around town. Eventually it lead her to a small coffee shop, and after all the liquor, the thought of hot black caffeinated goodness sounded almost divine. As she walked through the door she tossed the Peacekeeper pamphlet into the garbage bin sitting outside the door on the sidewalk. There was a decent line, which was actually welcomed as it would giver her time to look over all the crazy flavors and combinations this establishment offered. Initially she had just wanted a simple cup of coffee, but now that there seemed to be a million more options she was determined to get something sweet and foamy. Come on Rookie, let me show you the ropes. Bianca was excited, and doing her best to keep it hidden, wanting more than anything to appear professional. Most would say she was attractive, if not a bit cold. Dark brown hair had been cut into a short bob, and her brown eyes were almost calculating in the way in which they moved. She was tall for a girl, and built more like an athlete than possessing the curves of a woman. It was something that had always bothered her, as she was never the kind of girl that was swept off her feet. Of course here nerves were even more on edge being around Jonas. Not only was he her superior, but he was insanely attractive. All of the girls at the precinct seemed to have some kind of attraction to him, and because of this he was the topic of many rumors. Bianca couldn't help but wonder if any of them were true. Yes Sir! The rookie Peacekeeper hopped into the passenger side of the vehicle, feeling her heart pounding in chest with anticipation as her mind raced with the possibilities of what might happen tonight. You have quite the reputation. I don't think I could have asked to be paired up any better.
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Walking home at this time of night was not the best decision. In fact, it was incredibly ill advised. London wasn't exactly the best place during the day, never mind during the night. Crime rates had soared since Wales and Scotland had become independent... People looking for real, solid jobs had moved out of the capital since the place had turned into a tourist and travel hotspot. Unemployment was high, and so was the anger. Sarah was here because she had no choice but to be here. She worked in one of the airports, an engineer for the on-board tracking system for the planes. It meant long, gruelling hours, but a consistent work schedule, and that meant it was good enough for her. But it did mean walking through one of the quietest villages on the way back to her flat. It always made her insides churn. This place, during the night... It was terrifying.