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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Jan 14, 2010 23:32:46 GMT -5
::Although Pietro had not battled the Morlocks, he was familiar with who they were, what they had done to Rossignol, and he would be damned before he let one of them near her without a fight. His free hand went to belt, quite glad that he had his full uniform, and he pulled the handcuffs off.:: "Turn your back to me, hands behind your back."
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Post by skids on Jan 15, 2010 8:06:11 GMT -5
Ah, man, Skids groaned internally. This was exactly the situation she was hoping to avoid. Now she really would be on the run from the cops. Perfect; just freaking perfect. Still, she didn't want to go to prison. Regardless of whether or not the cure was permanent, she wasn't going to be put in a cage. She wasn't a savage animal; she just wanted help. Damn this pig for thinking she was going to hurt someone.
Still, like a deer who has just realized the hunter was near, she bolted to the side, skidding away in a blur. She didn't go over the fence; she wasn't giving up. She would just hide out in the woods she could see behind the mansion until they gave up. She was as fast as the wind; they couldn't catch her. She'd just hide out until Typhoid made her presence known. So, she skated toward the trees.
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Jan 16, 2010 9:44:32 GMT -5
::Pietro never laughed; that was a simple fact of his personality. But as the young woman slid away, obviously trying to escape, he felt the same exasperated emotions that would lead another person to chuckle mirthlessly, or shake his head to himself. People always ran, and then they learned that it was impossible to outrun Pietro Maximoff. As she headed towards the forest, so too did he, as he intended to cut her off fairly early to make his point, before apprehending her. He kept his thoughts inwardly focused, as he had no desire to wake Uncle at this hour of the night.::
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Post by skids on Jan 16, 2010 12:15:11 GMT -5
Skids let out a startled yelp when the guy cut her off. No one had ever been able to catch Skids before, let alone outrun her completely. But this guy hadn't even flinched; he'd just...appeared. One moment, she was twenty feet away and gaining distance, and the next, he was stopped in front of her, looking impatient.
Caught off guard, having thought this guy was just a human cop, Skids stammered, "Y-you're a-a mutant!" It would have been in relief, if she hadn't remembered he was trying to arrest her. That confused her. Why would another mutant want to hurt her? She'd done nothing wrong, at least not to him directly. Though, honestly, she didn't count stealing snatches of food to survive as necessarily bad. Taking a step back, she asked, confused, "If you're a mutant, why won't you help me? I'm just trying to find Typhoid. Please." Her voice was high, frightened. Being a mutant, she had no doubt this man could help her. Even if he didn't know Typhoid personally, which she doubted since he was being so evasive about her, then he could at least tell her where to go to find safe shelter; he was, after all, a cop.
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Jan 16, 2010 23:27:14 GMT -5
::Yes, he was a mutant; Pietro was unused to anyone having a single doubt about that aspect of his life. If it were not his resemblance to Magneto, it was a glimpse of his power, or the unnatural color of his hair for his age. Were he another man, he might laugh at the absurdity of her making such a declaration, of her having to *come* to the realization rather than noticing it immediately. However, she was a Morlock, one who had snuck onto the property who was looking for Rossignol, and although it had been months, the incident remained fresh in his mind. As his promise did; he would allow no harm to come to her.
The Morlock before him began prattling on about how he was somehow obligated as a mutant to help her, as though she couldn't understand how mutants, like all people, could have separate interests. Stepping closer to her, he said,:: "You broke into *my* home looking for someone; you are in no position to demand anything, and fleeing arrest is a crime. I can detain you, or I can arrest you, and you don't want to be arrested. If I detain you, we talk."
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Post by skids on Jan 16, 2010 23:53:21 GMT -5
Skids had been shifting restlessly from side to side, but at his words, she stilled. Brows furrowed, she asked, "Well, can't we talk without you detaining me?" She eyed the handcuffs in his grasp warily.
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Jan 17, 2010 21:51:52 GMT -5
"I have no reason to trust you," ::Pietro told her bluntly. He waited for her to hold out her hands, as he would rather not grab her.::
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Post by skids on Jan 17, 2010 23:31:30 GMT -5
"You can catch me," she pointed out, as though there were no need for any other form of trust. And, to Skids, there wasn't; she wasn't a liar by nature, which meant, if you could catch her, you could trust her. Of course, the pig didn't know that, but Skids generally saw the best in people, and, in her naivety, figured everyone else did as well. "I don't like restraints," she added, shying away from the cuffs.
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Jan 17, 2010 23:53:44 GMT -5
::Perhaps against his better judgment, Pietro replaced the handcuffs on his belt; she was a speedster of some sort, and he, too, disliked being physically restrained. That was not to say he would give her free run of the area, and he reached out to grab her wrist.:: "Come."
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Post by skids on Jan 18, 2010 0:01:40 GMT -5
The cop put away the cuffs, which she appreciated, but he made a grab for her wrist; almost instinctively, Skids' friction shield went up. The man's grasp slipped right off. "I'll come with you," she promised. "No need to hold my hand." She stepped forward to demonstrate her compliance.
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Jan 18, 2010 0:04:04 GMT -5
::Pietro frowned slightly at the shield; that would be quite problematic, and as usual, he immediately was given reason to regret decency and leniency demonstrated towards another who had not earned such treatment from him. As he began walking toward the mansion, he warned her,:: "Try anything, and I bring you downtown."
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Post by skids on Jan 18, 2010 0:06:32 GMT -5
Skids nodded in understanding. "Okay," she agreed, following him.
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Jan 18, 2010 0:09:46 GMT -5
::Pietro was silent, as he tended to be, whilst leading her toward the mansion; he had his procedure, his plan, and would take her through the kitchen as it would make the least noise, and then down to the basement to a detention cell. He could properly question her there, without arousing the attention of any of the students.::
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Post by skids on Jan 18, 2010 0:20:40 GMT -5
Skids followed, shifting slightly in agitation. The white-haired cop was quiet, which was odd; she'd expected him to question her on the way to wherever it was he was leading her. But, since she didn't want to push her luck any more than she had already, she decided to remain silent as well.
He led her through a large, contemporary kitchen, and, at the sight of the enormous, industrial-sized refrigerator, Skids felt her mouth begin to water and her stomach rumble. She was tempted to slip away quickly, but decided against it. The cop had been lenient, but she sensed he was at the end of his rope, though she had no idea what she'd done to put him there. So, she kept up.
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Post by Typhoid on Jan 18, 2010 21:59:50 GMT -5
Typhoid was home from the university, and had been up half the night from insomnia, not an unusual consequence for her. She tended to take more afternoon classes because of it, but on the weekends it meant long nights in front of the TV, generally with a hot drink, or in the summer, a cold one. Pietro would join her at times, unless he had something else to occupy him, and more then once when she'd finally managed to fall asleep she'd woken tucked into her own bed thanks to him.
At this point, in the wee hours of the morning, she was losing hope of sleeping, and so came down to the kitchen for hot chocolate. She'd just hit the door when she almost ran into Pietro, walking with a dirty, disheveled looking girl in tow. She'd felt their presence here, but had expected him to be finding something to eat, and the other heartbeat to be another student. This was definitely not that. "Pietro?"
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