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Post by Limen on Jul 25, 2016 22:10:33 GMT -7
Limen had lost a bet. “Bet you I could take on six police cars,” she had said. “...Is that a bet I hear?” Sanduleak had replied, and so the wager was set and off she’d gone to prove her title of Ultimate Police Avoider. Aggravating the six police vehicles that had spurred on this conversation was simple. Keeping to her end of the bet against twelve officers who were both angry from a failed drug bust and heavily armed from a failed drug bust, as it turned out, was not. Normally, When posed with the statement ‘freeze or we’ll shoot’, Limen took option #3 of ‘good luck catching me’. It was a little hard to say that with confidence after you accidentally fall into the ocean (because a police car ran you off the edge of the docks into the water), shock yourself as the result of electricity plus unexpected waterlogging, and lose all your gear while attempting to keep yourself above the water. So yeah, the last two hours could’ve gone better. They could’ve gone a lot worse - thank goodness the police were feeling a little less bloodthirsty tonight - but she did have a fancy new electrical burn on her back. And none of her stuff. Also, she got herself arrested. Thus far, she’d just been biding her time, waiting for the pain in her back to die down a bit and for the right opportunity to present itself. A gun a little too loose in its holder. A passing officer just slightly too distracted. A bobby pin and a necessitated bathroom break by the guy standing watch would do. Ah, it sucked when she lost her stuff. Because of the water, she hadn’t even had a chance to stuff a brass knuckle into her pants. She hoped fate would drop her a line sometime soon. It was owing her big time after that crash there; officers should not be that good at driving and railing should not be that flimsy. Maybe once it started to get late, people got tired… Maybe Sanduleak would show up. Maybe a super fight would happen outside and break the ceiling. Who knew. Honestly, she’d take anything. Awenydd
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Post by Awenydd on Jul 25, 2016 22:38:48 GMT -7
Sometimes, a rock star's mouth made magic happen. Notes would soar or tear through the night as she pleased, embedding themselves in a person's mind and lingering. Sometimes, it got the best of her. Tonight was one of those nights.
It really wasn't her fault. Okay, yes it was, but that was besides the point. When you run into an all-girl gang wearing spandex in horrifying shades that make glam rock look good, you know you're doomed. The leader was this little slip of a thing, not even coming to Awen's shoulders and sporting a shock of pink hair that almost matched said pants.
She'd said something about bleeding eyes that would make emos jealous, but her exact words didn't stick with Awenydd for long as the blonde discovered that there were just some things you don't say when you're outnumbered – especially when the leader has a stun baton.
You'd think a girl would learn.
So, bolting through the streets of downtown like a slip of a shadow, she'd done alright – right up until she'd gotten into the market place where people sold their goods...near the docks. There was no time to do anything but make a sharp turn, still taking a shock to the system before unleashing her own fury at the group. Which had, unfortunately, lead to property damage and a proper fist fight that she'd done fairly well at. Sure, she ached and had some interesting bruises on her skin, but watching the leader fall back off the pier with the stun baton in hand had been rather satisfying. At least she'd lived.
The property damage and disorderly conduct were normal enough, but apparently the cops took a strong dislike to that, and wound up taking her in along with quite a gang member or two. Awenydd even got to have a car all to herself, wondering if she should contact her publicist or not. It would get her out of there quicker, but the aggravation of getting chewed out after left her planning on a different means of freedom when she wasn't the center of attention.
It felt like hours had passed before she was lead to a cell, the stone walls bleak and reeking. She wrinkled her nose, but otherwise said nothing, shifting her body and stretching to work out the kinks and feel just how badly everything burned. She'd been through worse, and she'd put others through worse, but it was best if no one asked her to like it.
“Idiots should know better than to think wearing that stuff does anything for them that isn't sad,” she muttered, other phrases like, “lazy” and “mom pants” also could be heard before the blonde sighed and shoved some of her hair free of her face. Overnights weren't so bad.
Then she caught sight of the brunette nearby, blinking in surprise as recognition took effect. She'd seen her before, fighting the dragon. But, more recently, she had seen the body floating downstream while on the run.
“The mermaid's come ashore,” she mused aloud.
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Post by Limen on Jul 26, 2016 17:29:58 GMT -7
It was really quiet. Limen didn’t usually mind the silence, but when there was nothing to do but look at the ceiling and enough to get done that she couldn’t afford to zone out and miss a moment’s opportunity should one present itself, the lack of noise was ear bleeding. She’d already tried to chat with the officer that came in every so often, to the effect of a couple of ignoring grunts and glares. She'd also attempted to strike up conversation with the other guy who got arrested tonight. Four times. She’d tried everything: talking about him, attempting to insult him, bringing up recent happenings, bringing up the first random thing that popped into her head; all she’d gotten out of him was he was Pandaemonium as well, and this was month two of drug selling for some extra money and arrest number one. And so she’d taken to laying on the bed, hands behind her head as a pillow, whistling a variety of tunes in the hopes it’d help pass the time or annoy someone into talking to her.
It was a blessing of several kinds when another person was lead in. A moment of mutual recognition followed - wasn’t she Pandaemonium too? She had to be, if Limen recognized her. She dug into her memory to where she’d run into the woman before. The dragon attack, perhaps? That had been a chaotic mess and thus had resulted in very little increase to her facial recognition, but she felt like she’d seen her there maybe. She hoped she had, because that would lead to a logical and near-best-case conclusion: she was a super. A wide grin spread over Limen’s face. She could work with this.
The fact that the woman was talking to her in a conversational manner meant Limen already liked her quite a lot. “I would be an awful mermaid.” She chuckled. She jumped from laying down to a crouch, and trotted over to the bars. Her eyes were on the woman, but her attention was on the officer who had come in with her. “I would be the one no one wanted to talk to, because anyone who came near me would get electrocuted. So,” she leaned against the bars, “what brings you here to this fine establishment on this fine night? I thought me and Kevin over there had booked the place out.”
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Post by Awenydd on Jul 27, 2016 17:35:39 GMT -7
Awenydd's attitude was one who wasn't unfamiliar with the inside of a cell. She figured she could probably wheedle her way out of it if she really wanted to, but there was no point for something this small. Heck, anyone could do it. But any thoughts beyond that were dashed away by the response of the girl in the other cell, momentarily stealing her interest.
“Awww, poor Kevin. Hope I wasn't ruining date night or anything.” She laughs, an amused and teasing sound with no mockery as she looks over at the designated man in question, then back to the drenched girl. It was easier for Awenydd to recall those who fought if they had been nearby, or at least not covered in acidic blood. The motorcycle entrance had certainly done a number, too; it meant she already liked this one and her style.
“Not much. A little sass, a little play.” A little mayhem. “Some of the local ladies apparently don't like having their choice of fashion criticized.” She chuckled and cringed at the memory. “Some of them take it personally. Very personally.” Her gaze flicks over the smaller woman.
“So, Ms. Not-A-Mermaid biker, you seem quite cozy. Any other plans tonight?” She stood close to the bars, one hand resting on her hip, cocked out to one side. "It sounds like you could put on quite a shocking show if you've got that kind of charm."
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Post by Limen on Jul 29, 2016 17:14:52 GMT -7
“A little hard to ruin it any more. Poor Kevin here got stood up.” Limen motioned with her thumb towards the teenager huddled sadly in the corner. He muttered something unintelligible to himself. Her other hand, resting limply, flicked forward, as though in a shrug. Her fingers only had a moment as the officer passed on his way out to find purchase. A small object rolled from her palm into her sleeve and her hand was again innocently empty. “Seems mine’s just shown up, though.” Her face remained a flat grin, her eyes on the woman.
Her ears were on the oblivious officer and the others in the hall beyond. She was counting sets of footfalls, directions, and distance. “This city, they’ll arrest you over walking down the street, I’ll tell you what.” Limen shrugged and shook her head. How many were nearby? Five, six? Five - she caught the sound of the main door opening to the roar of cars outside before closing. In this part of the building, anyway. More were upstairs, but with any luck, she could count those out of, as the woman had put it, her shocking show.
It was stalling until the officers were out of eye and earshot. Once she was content, she reached into her jacket sleeve as though to scratch an itch, and found the object she’d managed to nick. A multi tool, small enough to fit in the palm of her hand. Not the worst thing she could’ve grabbed. With it, she could probably pick the lock, or, if it had a knife… her thumb ran across the top of a blade. It did indeed have a knife.
Limen flicked the tool up in front of her chest, letting the pocket blade of it snap up. She shot a wink at the woman. “As cozy as it is here, I do have some other plans tonight. Getting coffee, howling at the moon, meeting up with the guy who’s bet got me landed here; all very important. What'd you say the three of us get this show rolling?”
Her voice lowered to a whisper and her grin grew to a wide smirk. “If you make a scene, draw in a friendly police officer or two, I’ll see if I can’t cut us some keys. Or a gun - that’d work too.”
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Post by Awenydd on Jul 29, 2016 18:34:13 GMT -7
“Awww, poor Kevin. What's a boy to do?” Awenydd clicked her tongue as she shook her head, then waved a hand at him. “Don't worry, you'll find better people. They're all over the place here.” Her gaze returned to Limen as the girl continued to speak, explaining how it was a boring night and the cops were bored, stupid fools. She gave an empathetic nod, eyes going to the sound of a car door being shut and an engine coming to life. One of the officers, perhaps? Probably. She hadn't been the only one taken in, but the others hadn't exactly driven in cars.
“Oh?” She chuckled, leaning against the bar with one hand and one hip. “I think I'll take you up on that. Sounds better than a quiet night here. Hospitality's not the greatest.” Sounds like they knew that, though. Sighing, Awenydd pushed herself up off of the bars and turned towards the door at the mention of a distraction. She had a few ideas in mind, but which one would be best? If only---ah yes, perfect.
Rather than rely on her abilities, the blonde was gifted with a glorious opportunity as a couple of the gang members who had been chasing after her were also brought in. Good thing she had a cell to herself, because this could have gotten awkward to the point of being painful. Instead, her expression lit up as she leaned forward and called out to the other women with a lazy wave.
“Aww, look, the sixties called. Aren't you getting a little old for this, grandma?” She smirked as one of them tensed, the mild insult adding not to injury so much as suspicion. “What, can't do anything without your weapons now? Or are you and the good officer there going to have a little one on one?” She eyed the officer, looking him up and down a little. Not bad. Still trim despite being middle-aged, with flecks of silver peaking through his dark hair. Some would definitely go for it.
Instead, the woman went for her, snarly as she flung herself at the bars, but Awenydd was already stepping back while the officer demanded the unruly women get under control, wrestling her into some semblance of control while Awenydd kept talking.
“Wouldn't trust a rubber here, though. Might have something from another inmate.” She embraced both of them yelling at her, one spitting vile threats while the other told her to knock it off. The commotion was drawing the attention of the other officers, by the sound of things.
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Post by Limen on Jul 29, 2016 23:22:24 GMT -7
Limen had picked the right person to create a scene. Keeping the knife close in her palm and hidden by her hoodie, she trotted over to get a better look at the fight. Man, she was seeing how this was the girl who had gotten her friendly super friend arrested - she was putting up quite the struggle. Probably didn’t help that she had cohorts to keep face in front of.
But it was of quite a lot of help for Limen. She got as close to the officer as she could, in the corner of the cell, next to one of said cohorts who was watching and cheering with excitement in the corner of hers.She gave the girl the look of a child asking another not to spill their secret, and then set to her work. Limen’s fingers were light normally; she’d picked a watch off a guy looking directly at her before. This officer was not looking at her and was quite busy trying to get the woman under control. Plus, his belt was thick and pocketed, and soon, lighter than it had been.
Ammo, ammo, pepper spray, and, with a slice of the knife to the cord that was supposed to keep this from happening, key ring. All of these vanished into the pockets of her hoodie. She did not have time to get the officer’s gun before a second, summoned by the uproar, threw open the door and came to aid. She hadn’t gotten the gun, but she had taken all of his ammo.
And the woman officer who entered (brown hair up in a bun, looked like she was running more on coffee than sleep) also had a gun. Limen looked to make eye contact with her super friend. Once she did this, they were going to have to act fast, and she had to be ready.
An opportunity arrived, the new officer got a little too close, and Limen took it. She popped open the woman’s holster and, in a single motion and before either officer had time to react, pulled out the gun, loaded it with one of the cartridges she’d nicked (a safety measure there, the criminal takes the gun, only to be laughed at because it was empty; well who was laughing now?), and fired. The sound of a bullet striking metal rang out through the room. The door to her super friend’s cell now had a fresh dent in the keyhole - and indeed, all it would take was a light tap and the password “opensesame” to make swing wide.
Limen’s grin had grown from wide to near mad, and the officer’s shouts in surprise only fueled the fire. She probably could wave the gun at the two officers and get them to surrender, but that was how she got five more angry police officials called down here. Now that the gun had been shot, they didn’t have long. The straightforward way was probably going to be simpler. Limen tossed her super friend the can of pepper spray in case she needed a weapon and ran to her own door, pulling out the keyring. When the woman officer made to stop her, she delivered a hard kick to her chest. She just needed a couple of moments to find the right key and- Limen felt the tumblers of the lock turn. Step one complete.
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Post by Awenydd on Jul 30, 2016 18:13:16 GMT -7
With the spotlight on her little flux in drama, Awenydd steps back from the bars, just out of reach of the other woman as the officers gets a grasp of control over the riled up woman, but not the contents of his belt pouches. The blonde catches the look Limen gives her, understanding on her face as her gaze goes back to the others. She was certainly having fun, but the fun had a purose, and the world waited beyond these little cells.
Then came the gunshot, startling all in the area but Limen, who wore a fantastic grin that was more than just a little made around the edges. Awenydd felt her own smile returning, sensing the reckless energy from the girl and the stroke of luck that probably kept her one step ahead of the rest. It had to – she'd plugged the lock clean through with one bullet.
'Nice shot!' The girl was an excellent shot, but Awenydd saves the thought for later. Now that the second guard had entered the room and the resulting fray, it was time ot take advantage of the startled expressions. She wasn't sure how the gun had come into play, but she wasn't going to complain, either.
Instead, she opened the door to her cell. And by opened, Awenydd slammed the door into the back of her opponent's head, taking advantage of the startled silence to get rid of one of the annoyances of the night. The guard she readily used a small burst of pepper spray, her fist colliding with his face as he recoiled from the burning mist. No point in going soft right out the door. Which also collided with him, hard enough to drop him like a rock. Chalk one up to assaulting an officer.
A wicked grin lit her face as she broke free, checking to see if her partner in crime would need assistance. She doubted it, not with the way Limen handled herself.
Now, to use the exit the building provided, or make their own?
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Post by Limen on Jul 30, 2016 22:34:04 GMT -7
It was when the standing officer (the one not on the floor catching up on sleep) reached for her can of pepperspray that the second shot rang out. The officer yelled in pain, a bullet wound made directly through the top of her dominant hand. Stopping attacks before they happen; the number one way to not get attacked. Limen lowered the gun and swung the cell door open with her foot. She considered finishing knocking out the policewoman clutching her hand, but if they were going to get out, all of them, she couldn’t afford to dally. She had the keys, after all, and her super friend clearly had means of dealing with officers.
Instead, she ran to the cell door of her first acquaintance of the evening and turned the key in the lock. Poor Kevin looked like he was seeing the horsemen of the apocalypse when she rushed in and grabbed his arm, yanking him to his feet and dragging him out with her. Too bad the only horseman of the apocalypse she knew wasn’t here tonight.
She put her other hand, still clutching the gun, on Kevin’s shoulder to guide him quickly as she ran past the officers to the final unfreed occupants of the room. Her super friend didn’t seem to be on the greatest terms with these ladies, judging by what had caused the distraction that had lead to all this, but everyone could be temporary allies in the face of freedom. Her ears were to the hallways while she waited for the girls to hurry out. Footsteps were coming their way - several sets. They’d heard the gunshots, no doubt, and would have their own at the ready.
“You guys had better stay behind us.” Limen said as she scanned her surroundings. The doorway out, the direction the door opened to, best nearby cover… of the last, there was little that could quickly be found. She was just going to have to hit them before they hit her, or hope her super friend had something up her sleeve.
Limen took the second clip in hand and squatted down at an angle to the door, one in which she could see a short way into the hallway but could make a dive for a more defensive position against the wall if need be. As soon as they arrived, or her super friend came up with something because she was liking the prospect of that considerably more than trying to take on four to seven armed police officers, she would be ready.
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Post by Awenydd on Jul 31, 2016 16:19:33 GMT -7
Finally, they could get out of---what. Awenydd blinks and turns back on her heel at the sight of the smaller super using the keys to ignite a jail break of a scale larger than the bard had intended. Okay, so Kevin looked lonely, but that didn't mean they had to go breaking everyone out along with them. What was she, a guard now? Sighing, she rolled her eyes and turned her attention to those that would soon be coming for them. Admittedly, the other young woman was excellent with her aim, and that did earn an approving look, but Awenydd now had to place nice with the ladies she'd not only fought, but taunted with some lewd shots at the guard. Not that she'd never done worse or let it stop her before.
Thankfully, there weren't that many with them tonight. It must have been a slow night, or the surge of people would be coming in late. She'd rather not use her powers if she didn't have to - the less to draw out her identity, the better - but if push came to shove, she would. Right now, they needed to not get shot by the guards outside.
Eh, screw it.
"So, we can all go out the front door, or I can make us a new one." She murmured to Limen. At least the folks being let out knew a good chance when they got one, though who knew how long that would last.
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Post by Limen on Aug 4, 2016 2:15:12 GMT -7
Thank goodness for Super Friend. It was at least five officers headed their way, loudly both in the clinking of their gear and the yelling into their radios. They did not sound like they were having the best of evenings. Chat and tea was probably out of the question.
So, as much as she liked that front door (it had been recently painted and whoever’d done it clearly knew what they were doing), fulfilling its life purpose was preferably not in the books tonight. Not if Super Friend could show off her architecture skills and make door #2.
“New one. New one would be great.” Limen said quickly. Her stance was loose, but her grin betrayed her fear. Five had turned to six and it would only take one quick shot to land her or anyone else in this room in the hospital.
They still had a couple of moments before the police burst through that door all crime-stopper-like. She would be ready to shoot as soon as she saw a hand or gun to hit, but what would be significantly better is if a hand or a gun was all they got to see of them before they were free to the streets.
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Post by Awenydd on Aug 6, 2016 17:20:01 GMT -7
All it took was one look from her newfound friend and the sound of footsteps to give Awenydd her answer. She chuckled and nodded, stepping around the group of fellow prisoners with a fluid motion of sway of her hips. She'd want room for this one, and they would too. The downside was that she'd have to find a way to get Ophelia back, but she'd gone without her beloved guitar before and they always bounced back and wound up together again. This would be no different.
"You might want to stand back," she added without looking back at the group, trusting them to be smart enough to do so. There wasn't enough time for that. She looked at the wall at the opposite end of the room and focused on it, taking in a deep breath and letting out a small series of rough, even aggressive musical notes as she focused on breaking the wall down to make a new exit. The walls around them shook, as did the floor, but she was close enough to the place she wanted to break did so without taking down the rest of the building. She could feel the ache in her bones from the song's strength, but she figured the cops would also be knocked off their feet in the next room and that they would have a few more seconds to break free.
She darted out ahead, turning once the place was clear to motion her new friend and followers along if they weren't already, eyes bright with satisfaction.
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Post by Limen on Aug 7, 2016 0:16:35 GMT -7
“Run!” Limen shouted. In the same motion she fired at the doorway (in an attempt to cause some police hesitation), she grabbed the still-stunned Kevin by the wrist and dragged him out of the station’s new store front window. She was practically hauling him over his shoulder as she sprinted to catch up with Ultimate Wall Smasher. They needed to get out and away from here before the police could fire a lucky bullet into a leg or back.
“Buy me some time and I can get us a car.” She said.
Limen was going to consider the Wall Smasher-deemed unlikeable girls on their own now; it was up to them to get out and away. Also they were pseudo-decoys to whom she wished the best of luck. Kevin, however, was officially her problem now and so he was coming along with her. Head low, Kevin in tow, she sprinted for the police cars.
Shot number three went through driver-side window of police car number one. Limen let go of Kevin only so as to jump at the car and slam her raised elbow into the window’s new hole. The glass shattered inward. Reaching in, she popped the lock, and with it the door.
“Get in, hurry.” She grunted to Kevin. Her eyes were on the steering wheel’s panel and the multitool was in her hand. With an adrenaline-fueled grin, she flicked up the knife. Time to see how fast she could do this.
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Post by Awenydd on Aug 7, 2016 13:22:16 GMT -7
Awenydd nodded at the little sparrow's request, all that she needed to keep up what she was doing and add some spice to the day. She couldn't care less about the gang members making it safely home, even sending them a little song to hurry them along their way. Except for the slowest one, that was. She fell back into a small crater in the ground that was made to weaken the foundation and surrounding area of the building. The rest would make for easier pickings once the cops realized that the new exit wasn't going to be around for much longer.
A new song happened, slower than before, though the bard still sang with a rapid clip and intent in her voice. She needed this to be confusing for their opponents as well as a hindrance, which was certainly the case as the wall began to rebuild itself halfway - the lower half, that was. With the immediate targets out of range of gunshot, they would either have to go around the long way or try to crawl under. She was singing on the fly, destroying the lower portion of teh building and knocking officers back or down if they tried to kneel or find some other means of firing with the lower opening.
She could hear glass shattering in the background, and hoped that her new friend was going to be done sooner rather than later. She could sing all day, but step three needed to happen quickly.
"Tell you what, boys and girls. You give me back Ophelia, and I'll give you a clean shot. Just one, though, for whoever brings it." There was a pause, and a gunshot. The tire on the car two over from Limen popped and wheezed as the air escaped. Aweyndd let out a disappointed sigh and shook her head.
"Now you have to bring her. And that was some shit aim, just so you know." Back to singing, then.
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Post by Limen on Aug 9, 2016 15:27:18 GMT -7
Limen whistled nervously when she heard the tire of two cars down pop. The police were probably going to remember the front door here before too long, and Limen now knew for a fact that they were entirely willing to sacrifice their rides to stop the escape. Damn Mario and Yoshi scenario. She’d better hurry.
Her head under the steering wheel, her hands deep in the wires within the pried open compartment, she called to the other in the car. “Hey Kevin, sorry to do this to you, but pop the lock and get in back. Better than Bach’s saving our butts so she’s got shotgun rights. And leave the door open.”
The last of her work was done and the car sputtered and spat to life. Limen didn’t waste time marveling at the majesty of their would-be ride; she jumped into the seat, double checked to make sure Kevin had succeeded in following simple directions (he had), and slammed on the gas. She figured she didn’t need to let her super friend know she was coming.
The car spun on its wheels and shot off as soon as it reached its traction quota. It sped up, gaining speed - and then came to a jarring halt as Limen slammed on the brakes so as to coast, as Limen would put it, screech, as the very jostled Kevin would likely put it, to the bard’s side. The shotgun door was open and before her. Limen motioned her in with her head. She would wait only as long as when her second foot was off the ground to stomp again on the gas, wielding the swerving police car out into the street. Supers, she had found, were pretty good at hanging on to very quickly moving cars. It was like one of those bonus skills that came at level 1. She didn’t need to be too careful, and thus she would not.
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