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Post by Typhoid on Oct 12, 2010 20:41:43 GMT -5
"No, I'm pissed," she said succinctly, standing with one hand outside the bars so he could take it if he chose. "I could get out a dozen times over and I'm just choosing not to, and these idiots don't even know it."
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Oct 12, 2010 20:45:35 GMT -5
::Pietro realized that, given that she was uninjured. Coming closer, he took her hand in his, squeezing lightly.:: "I will get you released."
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Post by Typhoid on Oct 12, 2010 20:48:07 GMT -5
"Before arraignment?" she asked, not because she was impatient, but because they were holding most of the cards, at this point. Police tended to do whatever they wanted when they could get away with it.
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Oct 12, 2010 20:53:58 GMT -5
"If I can manage. If not, I have money for bail and Uncle's attorney, ready to fight." ::Pietro wanted to get her out, not merely because she was Rossignol - although that played a role - but because none of this was morally right, or constitutional, and that angered him in an impersonal way, added to the personal way because she was his girlfriend and because this was discrimination against mutants. However, this was not his department which gave him relatively little authority besides tacit threats, which he had already made; he intended to file a grievance and an ethics complaint.::
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Post by Typhoid on Oct 12, 2010 20:59:09 GMT -5
"So I...sit here?" she asked, with an expression of distaste. She didn't like sitting still when there things to be done. They were very alike in that way.
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Oct 12, 2010 21:02:56 GMT -5
"They run arraignments all the time," ::Pietro explained. He had been briefed on that during the Academy and had done some additional research in his unlimited downtime. They ran constantly in the five Burroughs which limited the amount of time she would have to stay, as they had night arraignments and weekend arraignments unlike Westchester. That would limit the amount of time she was here, should he fail to get her out on argument alone.::
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Post by Typhoid on Oct 12, 2010 21:08:29 GMT -5
"As long as it's soon." He was aware of what her powers did to her if she didn't exercise them. "I can go a few hours, but not all of tomorrow. Not nearly so." Letting her powers go in a police station was not an option, as much as she would have liked it to be, and she doubted they made allowances for mutants.
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Oct 12, 2010 21:13:30 GMT -5
"They cannot hold you over until tomorrow." ::In Manhattan and the rest of the City that was illegal, and Pietro would make sure that this did not happen.:: "It will be soon, if I cannot make them otherwise."
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Post by Typhoid on Oct 12, 2010 21:20:09 GMT -5
"OK. I'll...wait. Until I hear form you, or the Professor." She rubbed her thumb across the back of his hand, the touch lending comfort to her because she didn't like being confined, at least in this way. The last time she ever had been...was a traumatic memory to say the least, and one she was only partially aware of, at least consciously. "Sometimes I wish I was still the person who didn't care who got hurt. At least it would be quicker getting out." It was a very mild joke, covering for her momentary sense of disquiet. She switched to Italian. "if they knew, they'd never let me out."
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Oct 12, 2010 21:28:23 GMT -5
::Pietro understood precisely what she was saying, particularly that it indicated that she would not hurt anyone and did not wish to. However, certain things had been drilled into his head during Academy, one of which was that anything said and translated in a police station could be admitted against her; the other that they were being watched. He sandwiched her hand between his for a moment and said a single word in Italian.:: "Cameras."
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Post by Typhoid on Oct 12, 2010 21:35:46 GMT -5
'I know." She wasn't quite the person she used to be, but she still remembered what she'd been taught a long time ago, and she didn't have any compunction about harming machinery. She kept speaking Italian, but quietly. There were other people in their area. "Funny, the ones nearest us just happened to have an issue with their wiring. They haven't gotten around to fixing it yet." She gave a subtle half smile, squeezed his hand as if it were a private conversation of a very different nature.
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Oct 12, 2010 21:49:22 GMT -5
::Pietro glanced briefly over his shoulder; that gave them a bit more leeway, but he also would not put her at any risk. Bringing her hand to his lips, he kissed the back gently and then continued to speak in Italian,:: "We should still be careful. Aside from getting out, do you need anything right now?"
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Post by Typhoid on Oct 12, 2010 21:56:45 GMT -5
She had been dressed for the rally, and therefore a crowd, meaning she had a jacket to cover her, and clothing that covered what the jacket didn't. She mentally refused to allow herself to be unsettled by a lack of gloves. "No, I'll be all right for now."
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Oct 12, 2010 21:59:09 GMT -5
::That was as good as could be expected until this matter was solved one way or another. Pietro nodded slightly in comprehension and squeezed her hand between his.:: "I will either escort you out of here or out of a courtroom."
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Post by Typhoid on Oct 13, 2010 19:59:12 GMT -5
She nodded her agreement, not saying anything else, but squeezing his hand. Her thanks would be saved until after she was out of here, simply because she was devoting most of her emotional energy to remaining unperturbed by the imprisonment.
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