Jailbird (Mook)

[BassPosaune]

"That'll be thrity dollars flat, luv. Hope it clears your skin up alright, should do. Bring it back if you have any problems."
"Thank you so much!"
Lily watched the man wander off with the ointment. He had come to her some weeks before asking for help with a skin condition particular to his species. She obliged and whipped up an ointment for him in exchange for payment. He met her at her stall on the pier, and was very grateful. The condition only effected certain areas--certain sensitive areas-- and was rather uncomfortable. It was curable, but the medication he required was too much money for him to afford from a pharmacy. So he, like many other paranormals, came to Lily for help. She made a note in her log book of the sale, and placed the money in her pouch for safekeeping.

"Pardon me."

Lily looked up from her notes and was shocked to see a policeman standing in front of her. "Yes? Can I help you?"

"Do you have a permit?"

Lily nodded, and produced a document from her purse. The police officer pursed his lips and shook his head, "Do you have the other permit?"

Lily frowned and cocked her head, "The other permit?"

"Yes. You need a paranomal sales permit as well. New law."

The witch looked furious, "What? You can't be bloody serious! That is so racist, I have a permit to sell my wares here like any other person. You have the documents right there in your hand! Now I need to spend another hundred dollars to say I'm a paranormal too?"

"Two-hundred--"

"TWO HUNDRED?" Lily was livid. "That is fucking criminal."

"Alright ma'am if you do not calm down I'm going to have to take you in..."

"No, YOU calm down! You cannot possibly charge me two-hundred fucking dollars for a piece of paper that says the same thing as the other permit I ALREADY HAVE but with PARANORMAL on it! You racist pig--!"

Lily found herself locked away in a containment unit shortly after. She had no idea why she snapped at the police man like that. It was very unlike her. She was just under a lot of pressure and was feeling rather put down by the world because she was a paranormal. She had not grown up with such divides as a child, but after moving to Hobart and meeting Xara and the gang and hearing their stories, well she realized how bad it could get. This was just another straw in the barn. She sat moodily on the bench and sighed heavily. They were trying to steal money from paranormals, making it impossible for them to make money privately, from things they made themselves. She was still furious, but was starting to calm down and realize how stupid she was being for mouthing off that cop. God, she hung her head and massaged her neck, it was a good thing she didn't try to hit him or she'd be looking at a lengthy jail time. Now she was just waiting to see if they would release her with a warning or require bail money. She couldn't ask Xara or those others for it. She couldn't! But they would be worried if they did not know where she was, and Xara would insist on bailing her out, Lily knew it. She sighed looked out around her in her cell. She stared at the door, waiting for someone to come and tell her her fate.

[Mooka]

Today, like everyday, had been busy. This one was worse than usual however.

It seemed like the black plague had swept through the office, with ten people out sick and three on vacation. With so many people short, everyone had to pull double shifts and perform duties they usually did not perform. The superintendent made a special plan so no division was left with less attention, meaning Nathanial and the others had their hands full. Forensics was on paperwork, normal officers had their usual duties, and secretaries helped take phone calls and kept track of incoming prisoners and so forth. He himself had been transferred from overseeing the more pressing cases to dealing with the smaller ones at the downstairs jail. It felt lie he had been demoted, placed in the same position he had been prior to his promotion. Though his boss continued to say it was just for the next few days, he couldn’t help but feel hurt. Sadly, there was nothing he could do but suck it up and work.

“You stabbed someone why exactly?”

“Because –eek- “ Obviously the man was highly intoxicated, and had the case of the hiccups. “I was threatened! He was going to take my money so I nicked him right in the side!” He helped his case by displaying a reenactment of the scene. “I was just minding my own –ek- business sitting on a bench in the park, and eh comes over and harasses me. Asking me if I had some money and if I didn’t –hick- I’d pay with my life! So I fished a knife out of mah pocket and nicked him!”

Nate nodded, pursing his lips together to allow the man to finish before speaking once again. “Alright, well you have a solid story there Mr.Wells was it? Anyways, we are going to have to have you stay here for a night till you get all sobered up then we’ll get you a court date how about that?”

He gurgled and shook his head. “No I’m sober! Perfectly fine Mr.Cop man...fine...dandy!”

”Right you are. Up you pop.” He muttered, as he and another officer lifting the cuffed man out of his seat and out of the room, pushing him into a cell with a few other drunken companions. Legally, they couldn’t hold anything he had said against him, but notes had been made for the court to call upon if needed. Only time would be able to help these men feel better and receive a court date before being let go if they deemed necessary.

Now it was on to the next one. God, he was getting to old for this and he knew it had something o do with the fact his hair was greying, just knew it!

Nathanial walked to the front desk and picked up a clip board, reading over the file for a few moments before walking down the hall and into the cell. He was still looking over the papers while he opened the door and stepped inside, looking up as it snapped shut. “Hello Ms. Forrester, apologies for the wait, we are short handed and busier than usual.” He smiled at the young woman before walking further into the room, leaning up against the wall opposite of her.

“Says here you were working without a paranormal permit…” He couldn’t help but look up and look her over, trying to see anything that hinted she was paranormal, but could see nothing, giving a quiet sigh of relief. Nate knew his judgment was sometimes affected if the paranormal looked too drastically different from a human. God he hated the way his brain worked, but habit had been grounded in to him at a young age that time couldn’t detroy. “Then berated an officer, which is the only reason you are here might I add. We don’t normally take people in for missing citations. Which you will need to pay before you leave so we have no troubles. Now, could you please tell me exactly what happened so we can get this all sorted out and have you on your way.”

[BassPosaune]

"One, two, three, four, Witch is knocking at the door; five, six, seven, eight, burn her screaming at the stake-- go back to hell you demonic bitch!"

Lily rolled her eyes at the jeering man in one of the cells of the police station. "Juvenile little prick." she muttered to herself. While her guard was not looking Lily turned around to face the other man and made a very rude gesture to him, so rude the other man did not even know how to respond and simply gaped at her with a dumb expression on his face. Many people would be horrified with Lily for doing it, but-- and she smirked grimly as she followed her guard to the interrogation room-- he had just mocked her and threatened her with being burned at the stake. It was not funny; burning was a horrific way to die, and the scumbag didn't deserve her self control if he was going to run about making racial slurs of that magnitude. Besides, he was in bars and she was not. A slap on the wrist was most likely all she was going to get because, despite popular belief, witches were not inherently evil.

She was led into the interrogation room and left to sweat it out. Lily had never been in custody before and she was beginning to get a little discomforted by it all. She did not want to have a record, not at all, but she was tired of bending over backwards to play by the human government's ever changing and hypocritical laws.

Lily sat in nervous silence, waiting for whoever it was to come in and drill her. A man walked in eventually, after Lily had a lot of time to think about and plan out what she was going to say to whoever walked in. She decided she would try playing it cool and cautious, and held her own hands to keep them from betraying her nervousness with their shaking. She could not, however, hide the look of shocked realization that the officer sitting before her had an English accent. She wondered if she could guess where his accent was from, but could not quite place her finger on it. It was then she decided she would also speak in her accent, an almost forgotten accent that she had spent years hiding. Perhaps it would help put some common ground between them; she had seen the way he looked at her when he mentioned she was a paranormal. Maybe it would help her chances if she played to his English roots.

When prompted to tell her side of the story, Lily obliged, but thought out her words very carefully.

"I was selling my crafts in the usual place-- for which I already have a permit-- when a police officer approached me and demanded to see it. So I brought it out for him and showed it to him. I wasn't doing anything illegal; if you were wondering I am not selling potions or spells or dark magic. I sell natural herbs and medicines. Things I make from plants and other materials that help ease arthritis, or acne, for example. I help people who cannot afford the medicine, or who are allergic to everything their doctors give them. I would have paid for the new license if only I had known about it! Even then there has to be a way to appeal, or at least something that I can purchase that is less expensive. This license is going to put me out of business. I don't have that much money to spend on proving I am a paranormal."

[Mooka]

Nate had never been overly found of the interrogation room. The blank walls and bleak atmosphere were supposed to pull answers from criminals and make their stay hell never seemed to make much sense to him. If you wanted to make people talk, being kind to bring out their inner guilt was a much better technique. The good cop bad cop was also something he favored, preferably when he was the good cop of course. Yelling at people was tiresome, and he certainly wasn’t the same young whippersnapper he was when he was younger. Just getting through the day was enough for him now, adventure and drama no longer seemed important.

He looked up from his notes a she began to spoke, paying her as much attention as he could while trying to ignore her accent It wasn’t everyday you met someone from your home country so far from home. It was also a nice taste of non Australian accent, which foreigners often dismissed as being Australian. Sometimes it was hard being an outsider, which was why he couldn’t quite fuel his hatred for paranormals. Most were outsiders in their communities, their homes, and it was obvious to see how wrong humans treated them. Sadly there was nothing much he could do about the conditions. He was law enforcement, not the government. He had to do as he was told or risk his career. Oh there had been times when he’d nearly lost it, once when he had.

It was a ridiculous situation. A paranormal young woman had been raped; by a human he might add, and the poor thing was hysteric, not wishing to be alone in a room with a male officer after her ordeal. Apparently this event had just added to her list of tragedies, and she was found in the hospital dead from overdosing on her medicine. Nate had been young then, and when they had finally caught the offender he couldn’t help himself. Being left alone with the man for interrogation hadn’t been a good idea, and he managed to beat the rapist to an unconscious state before being pulled off him and locked away for a night. The man was sent to prison, missing a few teeth, while he himself had to go to anger management classes, but was luckily never charged.

After that he had tried to distance himself from those he worked with, just remembering what his father had told him time after time.

He knew this woman had a good heart though, he could just tell.

“No, no, I believe you.” She hadn’t been arrested for selling anything illegal, and she ha no record before so it was quite easy to believe her story. “Its not so much about the license though miss, it’s honestly just the way you acted out about it all.” He folded his hands on the table in front of him, biting his lower lip while trying to think. “I’m not going to have you thrown into jail for this altercation, though you will have to go to a mandatory number of support counseling meetings. Pay a fine…” He mumbled, glancing up at her with a slightly exasperated expression, wondering how’d she take it. “And of course if you wish to continue your selling you have to pay up, laws are laws. Unfair as they are. Though you might be able to go down to the government headquarters downtown and fight your case, or seek some financial aid to help you pay.”

“Also, sorry my prying, but where are you from? Wait, let me guess. Let’s see Yorkshire? No, that’s not right.” He paused and fiddled with his pen, turning it around his finger a few times. “Oh! Cornwall right? It’s been awhile since I ‘ad to use my accent honing skill. Mates used to say I was the best at that.” He chuckled, mood beginning to lift after the stressful day. Small thing like this were nice and relaxing, and few and far between.