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[RP] Galactic Underground|Night|Raining

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WhistfulSoul:
Soul

Soul was suddenly covered in the light of justice. "Craaaap." He donned a frantic face and pulled his hood back, and jogged towards the officer. He tried to emulate panic, making his voice crack on purpose and even trying to grasp the officers arm for support. "Sir, please, I didn't mean to get anyone in trouble, I didn't even know this was happening!" He gasped for air, wetting his throat. "I used to be a Battler but when the whole thing was banned I gave up, I swear, but I kept the bracelet for the memories!" He pulled up his sleeve to show it. No use in hiding it anymore, the light was on him as soon as he had shifted it in the first place.

He stepped away from the officer and partially composed himself, still letting his voice crack now and then. "I was hanging out with a friend who said we could meet up with a few of his guys and he drove us here! I didn't know what was going on, he led me in here, said he knew I liked Battling and brought me here for fun, and then he left me in the crowd!"

He drooped his head in shame, actual shame. His story sounded so stupid, at least to himself. He could lie to his parents, but to someone he didn't know? "Please, don't arrest me sir. Call my parents, tell them I was caught sneaking around and have them handle me. Give me community service for a lifetime, I'll even have my father donate to the force! Anything, please! I didn't do anything wrong, I didn't want to be here!" He wrung his hands, hard, trying to feel something other than fear and the real panic that was settling into his mind.

Tickles:
Dagen

Misty found Dagen and motioned him to follow. He didn't hesitate to, being sure to stay hidden among the crowd. She led him towards a more hidden part of the room. He whispered "Why is Ash going towards the back? Shouldn't we try to get out of this place?" He kept a sharp eye out, in case any cop tried anything funny towards Misty.

Salvador

Sal sat down on the ground, meditating. He figured he was going to be here a while, so why not get in tune with his astral while he waits. He drowned out the noise around him and found himself looking through the eyes of Big Daddy, fighting off a group of splicers in rapture. One of the splicers was trying to shoot at him, but he was able to stop them with an electrobolt and drive a drill through their brain. Sal took note of that, stun them and run them seemed to very effective in that world, so it might come in handy in future fights.

The-Blades-slave:
Ash
Ash could hear the angry shouts of the people as he dashed by them, he could hear the cops yelling for him to stop and turn himself over, he could hear their heavy footsteps as they pursued him and shoved and pushed past the crowd; but most of all, he could hear his Dad in his head, telling him how the police were only trying to help, like his father had so many times when he was little. the only difference was, no matter how much it pained him, he didn't listen. His Dad would understand, he had to get his friends out of here. It was his fault they were here. His fault Dagen knew about it, his fault Efialtes showed up... His fault Misty was here.

So he kept running, each second bringing him closer and closer to the door, to Red. And then, he fell. One of the officers had broken away from the group, and had gotten close enough to grab his arm, bringing Ash and himself down in the process. The raven haired teenager attempted to scramble up to his feet and out of the man's reach, but soon the rest of the officers dispatched to catch him where there, an d he was lifted up and slammed against the wall, hands shoved roughly behind his back. "You have the right to remain silent, anything you say can and will be held against you in the court of law..." The officer that had pressed him against the wall began reading him his rights as he slapped a pair of handcuffs around his wrist, but Ash wasn't listening, he had gone limp, because seconds ago he had seen something.  He had seen Red, dressed in his jacket and cap, in the corner of the room. And Red had smiled.

Misty
The place seemed to descend into silence as the police grabbed Ash, or maybe it was her imagination. She'd watched with a heavy heart as they'd grabbed Ash and brought him to the ground, then slammed him against the wall roughly and cuffed him. he had looked so lifeless, so broken as he gazed into space. It made her heartache. She wanted to march over there and scream at the cop to let him go, to not touch him again, but she couldn't. They'd catch her too.  She began to chant it over and over again in her head, not to run over there, but soon her feet were moving towards Ash, leaving Dagen behind. She couldn't help it. She couldn't bring herself to leave Ash to face all this alone, even if it got her into trouble.

So she marched over, ignoring the look Ash was giving her that clearly said "RUN NOW". She wouldn't leave him.

(Gimme a break, tired and this was the best I could do.)

Tickles:
GM POST
Stan Masters

"Stand down officers. I'll take it from here." Around the room, every cop stood at attention, even the ones who cuffed Ash. Stan Masters walked calmly into the room. He looked confident, yet battle weary, the years having caught up to him greatly. His once black hair was now full white, and he even packed on a few pounds. He traded his glasses for contacts, which seemed to be the only improvement. He walked over to Ash, and released him. He then turned to the crowd. "All of you, get to your homes. Forget what happened here, and don't pull out those synch bands again. Next time, I won't be able to come and save you. One of the officers tried to retort, but Stan stopped him. Trust me, none of these fighters are any real threat. That left a while ago. Everyone, to your homes, now. He turned back to Ash. Except you. I need to speak with you. I'm sure you know why. Everyone started to leave. Stan was still nearby Ash, making sure he didn't try to run.

Dagen

Dagen grabbed onto Misty, knowing full well what would happen. "Not the time Misty. Seriously think. How can you help if you're arrested too?" Suddenly, the doors flew open, and an old man walked in. Dagen could sense he was high authority. And we're screwed.... But then, the man said some orders to the cops, let Ash go, and told everyone to go home. He stayed over by Ash, having said something over to him. Problem solved, I think.

Salvador

Salvador got up, and simply walked out. He headed straight to home, not caring what is on the way.

Luke and Kat

They both left for home. Confused as to what just happened.

The-Blades-slave:
Ash and Misty
Ash was quiet after Stan released him from the handcuffs, eyes glazed over. He'd messed up and gotten caught, he'd failed. Misty, Efialtes, Nexalas, Dagen... They'd counted on him, and he'd failed.  If the old man hadn't been there, they'd all be in jail right now. Guess he could chalk that up as another thing he owed to his Dad's connections. And he sank deeper into depression, tuning out from the world, forgetting where he was.

"ASHTON HAKIMA!" Misty stormed past the police gathered around Ash, and then past Stan himself, drawing her hand back and slapping Ash across the face, hard. "What in the hell were you thinking? You don't run from police!" The redhead boomed, causing several police around her to wince, and one to smile fondly at some odd memory. Her breathing was labored, and her hand fell to her side, clenching into a fist. her face was red from anger, and all of it was directed at the man rubbing his cheek in front of her.

"What was that for, Myst?" Ash demanded, rubbing fiercely at the large red hand imprint on his cheek and glaring down at her. He was trying to help her get away! "If you woulda just listened to me, you woulda gotten away from the cops!" At the mention of escaping, the cop who had handcuffed him tensed, ready to pursue him, but did not go any farther.

"Ash, listen to yourself!" Misty snapped, resisting the urge to hit him again. "You used to respect these people! Ash, Stan was talking to you and you didn't even respond. Y'know, your Uncle Stan, your Dad's best friend?" The redhead paused from her rant to look at Stan and smile, muttering a thanks for saving them.

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