Post by Rae-Star Berii on Jan 4, 2013 12:40:22 GMT -5
The servant pressed the knife closer and Rae squirmed as it pierced her clothes and skin, her teeth gritting together. “You will be the perfect pretty little sacrifice.” He snarled in her ear and as he moved closer, Rae freed her blade- slicing towards him. As the servant moved back out of its arch it caught his cheek and cut a long red laceration into his face. He snarled and came at her a second time, throwing himself in a rage. He may have been a gifted servant, but he was not pretty and he was not a clever fighter, more he was a bull of brute strength and Rae was beginning to wonder why the vampire had picked him as a servant in the first place. They tussled, dropping to the ground as he pinned her and then she pinned him, each exchanging blows, each cutting the other, leaving bruises and swells of pain.
Finally Rae pinned him to the desk, her knife slammed into his shoulder, through the flesh and bone and holding him fast. The servant screamed with pain, but lay still finally. Rae, breathing heavily, climbed off the straddled position she held over his body and bent to pick up his fallen knife.
As she turned back to him he was gone; Rae cursed herself as she felt his hand on the back of her neck, felt his grip tighten and flinched as he used her own blade, pressing the jagged blade against her throat. “Silly, little girly.” He whispered in her ear.
She stumbled as he pushed her forwards, dropping to both hands and knees and as he came towards her once more. He was ready to strike the killing blow and as he fell towards her she turned, quick, her foot striking up hard and fast with her heel first in a direct blow to his nose. Her skills, her combat arts taught her to be fast, taught her to be well-timed and exact and she heard the deafening crunch of his nose bone breaking into his skull. The servant dropped down onto of her, a dead weight and again she rolled him below her- this time, she did not hesitate when she slit his throat. Her fingers in his hair as she sawed his head free with the rough edge of her silver blade.
When it was done Rae slouched, panting hard, breathing fast. Her abdomen was bleeding as was the pin like cut under her jawline and several other cuts and scrapes. She was bruised and bloody and finally, Eli came to her side; “Fat lot of use you are.” She told him, kissing the top of his furry head as he whimpered, he smelt of urine, and a small part of her pitied the little dog, not expecting a fight from him. She kissed his cold nose and let him go back to the desk, to the table. She staggered to her feet, leaning on the desk a little to gather herself as she heard a blood-trembling laughter. Her eyes went to the door and she straightened, pulling it open to see the vampire advancing on Craig. He had not, as they had hoped, run towards the office then.
She bent, picked up the severed head of the servant and whistled to grab the vampires attention; “Catch-“ She told him, tossing the head of his dead companion at him, in a rather callus manner. She did not show weakness in that moment, but her fingers tightened around her silver blade; knuckles white. Rae was not sure she had enough left in her to take on the vampire too, though she knew the head and the smell of her blood would be enough of a destraction for Craig to get a shot off...
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Post by Craig Jamerson on Jan 5, 2013 8:58:19 GMT -5
The Vampyre took another step, arrogant grin on his face, but something had changed. His face had stopped regenerating and was now only falling away in nasty chunks. Just then a whistle erupted from his office door and both Craig and the Vampyre turned a head to look at it's source; Rae, holding an ugly head in her hand. "Catch," she mocked as she threw the decapitated member to the Vampyre. Craig's faith bolstered, he knew this was the time. His head snapped back to the Vampyre and he pulled the trigger. A loud boom rang through the lab and Craig's gun nearly slammed against his own face. Looking at the damage, he'd shot the creature in the gut and the being was still rotting away. It looked at Craig fearfully, recognizing that it's pride had served as a fatal stumbling block. The geneticist wordlessly brought his gun back to level with the clearly-pained Vampyre and fired again (this time with a better grip), striking a large whole in the chest and sending the Vampyre onto it's back where it convulsed briefly before lying utterly still.
Craig sighed out a breath he hadn't known he was holding and looked to Rae. "It's over," he half stated, half asked. He looked back to the Vampyre before his eyes loomed past him to his fallen Nibbles. Craig dropped his gun and rushed over as if he might be able to do something, though it was clearly far too late. The man dropped on his knees and picked up Nibble's severed head and right foreleg. His body would seem to be shuddering slightly to another as he shed a group of angered tears. "BAST-ARD!" he screamed at the dead Vampyre pointlessly and a few more salted drops made their way down his face to the corpse of the creation he was cradling. "Oh shit," he mumbled out quietly, "I'm so sorry, Nibbles." Craig brought the creature's forehead to his own, looking into the glazed, half-open eyes and repeated his melancholy apology, "I'm so sorry," before dropping the head on the tiled floor. The large man covered his face with his slightly-bloodied hands and began softly mourning his loyal friend again.
Post by Rae-Star Berii on Jan 6, 2013 3:54:19 GMT -5
The noise of the gun felt deafening, and after both shots were fired she slid down the doorframe and onto the ground. Rae lent her head back against the wall and closed her eyes. It was over. She agreed to his words but did not say anything aloud; it did not need to be said as her mind went over the evening, as her relief flooded in through each pour. She had done as she set out to do, there had been a few bumps along the way, but she had set out to keep him safe from the vampire, and that is what they had done. He would never forget this, nor would she, but it didn’t matter because they were both alive. Though Rae was beginning to question her own condition, the fight with the servant had taken a lot out of the eighteen year old.
Feeling herself slip into a woozy consciousness his screaming sods jolted her into the true world once more. Rae opened her eyes and turned to look at him. She had not even noticed the animal, the creature; Nibbles, or at least, what had remained of him. Slowly, she crawled across the once polished floor of the lab, which was now covered in blood and slime, and she put her arm over his shoulder as he wept. Rae sat beside him; her arm draped across his shoulder and closed her eyes again.
Eli came to their side, picking his way timidly around the blood and laying himself on Rae’s lap, his nose nuzzled against her, coming away bloody from her stomach. Where the servant’s knife had stabbed into her abdomen was bloody and Rae was bleeding heavily; the adrenaline no longer swamping her system and keeping the pain at bay. She was tired and her body was trembling with the effort of keeping herself awake. Her head slumped to one side, resting against Craig’s shoulder to the sound of Eli’s sorrowful whining. “Shh.” She told them both, quietly. “Shh, it’ll be alright.”
Post by Craig Jamerson on Jan 6, 2013 20:21:01 GMT -5
Craig felt the weight of Rae's arm on his shoulder and was comforted. He turned his tear-stained face to look at her. She was someone he was starting to build trust in, somebody that-- Craig saw the blood on her clothes and his jaw dropped slightly. She'd been hurt by the Human servant. As her head slumped to rest on his shoulder, and suggested it would be alright, Craig realized there was little point in mourning the dead when he still had the chance to postpone the death of a more valuable being... especially such a good friend. Craig closed his mouth, face taking on a focused appearance. "You need to get to a hospital now," Craig stated frankly, standing quickly. "Get up," he demanded, grabbing her arm to help her. Craig threw her weight to carry most of it across his shoulders and made his way down the stairs as considerately as he could... though mostly he was focused on haste. It was helpful that the doors were both knocked down and Craig only had to open his own vehicle's door. Making sure that Eli was in the vehicle, he slammed the passenger door, sprinted to the other side, closed his own door and zoomed off in a dangerous U-turn after he'd started the vehicle.
Racing to the hospital, he placed a comforting, concerned hand on Rae's own. "Hold on, Rae. Just hold on, you're going to be just fine." Ten minutes, twenty two broken stoplights, and four ignored police cars later, the silver Lexus screeched under the overhead of the emergency section of the Renown Regional Medical Center. As paramedics rushed out to greet them, he stepped out to speak to the flustered police behind him and Rae was whisked away as Eli howled unhappily behind a solid car window.
Post by Rae-Star Berii on Jan 10, 2013 14:39:58 GMT -5
Rae wasn’t a hundred-percent sure what was happening around her, she remembered the car journey, she remembered him running a red light and trying to protest that she was fine and she remembered Eli’s whining, but other than that all she remembered was black. It was possible that she blacked out several times; it was highly likely that she slipped in and out of consciousness throughout the journey.
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When she woke up, aware of her surroundings for a real moment, her eyes danced around the hospital room. It was a square, white and mint green room, the bed felt like it was made of pins, or wooden boards, but the pillow smelt of lavender. There was a nurse at the end of the bed, a large woman, with curly yellow hair. Rae blinked and looked up the woman, who gave a small smile and shook her head as she looked back at Rae’s chart. The woman was saying something, but Rae wasn’t really listening to the words, she saw her lips moving but Rae was too concerned with the sick feeling in her chest and the ache in her stomach.
“Where’s Craig?” She asked her voice like rubble as she spoke for the first time in some hours.
The nurse looked up, with dark eyes.
“The man who brought me in…where is he?” Rae asked again.
The nurse hesitated and clipped the board onto the end of the bed once more, her hands going to her hips. “I’m not sure- you need to rest, Rachel.” The nurse said.
There was something about the purse of her lips that suggested there was more to all of this than what was being said. Rae did not know what, and her usually keen intellect was dropped with the morphine she had been given in surgery. Rae scratched her arm, the self-harm marks on the underside of her skin providing a momentary distraction as she registered the drip needle in her arm, a soft bruise in the crook of her elbow.
“How long was I out?”
“A few hours, dear.” The nurse smiled and momentarily she added; “We’ve contracted your next of kin-“
“Is Craig still here?!” She insisted, cutting the woman off.
The nurse sighed; “I will go and look in the relative’s room.” The woman sighed and patted the girls leg, going to look.
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Post by Craig Jamerson on Jan 11, 2013 16:19:31 GMT -5
Craig had not fared well at all. The police had had many questions and though they did not harass him about speeding to get his friend to the E.R., they did want to know what had happened. What they found was a destroyed laboratory, doors busted down, a mutant freak creature cut into bits, a host of dead people, and Craig and Rae's fingerprints all over the place and numerous weapons.
The answer was clear. Craig was being detained for questioning at the Washoe County Regional Jail within the city limits of Reno. Sitting there in the locked and barred room, he couldn't help but wonder what might happen to his life over an incident like this. The counts, he'd overheard from whispers and hushed tones, were at 13. He was being blamed for the murder of all of his coworkers, people he'd stood up with before to improve the quality of life for everyone. Bright eyes, bushy tails, and a noble sense of importance and righteousness ran through the place and Craig was proud to call them colleagues. But now, as Fate seemed to have allotted, it seemed he was to be charged with the death of those poor souls and he had no idea what'd happened to Rae. Yes, the day was growing quite dark for Craig and he pondered wonderingly over Rae's fate; whether she be interpreted as an accomplice or as a victim was unclear.
There, to his left, a tall, muscular officer with a buzz-cut on his white scalp was making a bee-line towards him. Craig's eyes followed him but Craig sat still seated as the man unlocked the cell door and opened the squeaky gate. "Time for your phone call and processing," the man said flatly, looking entirely bored with the process as he gestured for Craig to come with him. Craig stood and followed him to the front desk where he was handed off to an entirely pregnant black woman that was running the prisoner database. "Name," she demanded and it began.
Post by Rae-Star Berii on Jan 12, 2013 6:50:01 GMT -5
The nurse came back with a police officer, a handsome, square jawed, ox like man, who Rae blinked at momentarily. He was familiar to her, but it wasn’t until he took of his officers hat that she realised who he was, her eyes widening somewhat. Things began to dawn on her, puzzle pieces beginning to make sense in her head. The nurse had called her next of kin… and as she blinked again, struggling to sit up in her bed, she questioned what her Uncle was doing here, and where was Craig?
“Hello Miss Berii.” He spoke as if he did not know her, a gentle smile on his lips as he placed his hat under his arm. “How are you feeling?”
“The Officer would just like to ask you some questions, Rachel.” The nurse added, with a gentle smiled. They were all smiling at her, like she was a victim, like she had seen something terrible and needed their sympathy, and Rae did not yet fully understand what that meant. “I’ll just be outside; you can push your button if you need me.”
As the air-lock door closed behind the woman, the friendly police officer act dropped to the way side. “What have you got yourself into, girl?”
Rae gave him a cold and silent stare, not willing to talk to him, so Taron spoke again; “Fine, I’ll let your friend rot in a jail cell.” And he put his hat back on his head.
“Wha-at?” Rae asked, her voice soft, a frown on her face.
“You are messing with things you don’t understand Rach.”
“What happened to Craig?” She pressed, once more straightening herself in the bed, her movements slow, her side aching.
“They arrested him and took him down town, you shouldn’t have involved him in this.”
“I- you don’t know anything about it!” She snapped
Taron sat on the edge of the bed, his hand on hers; through the glass it would be mistaken for a soothing gesture, but in the room the tension between Uncle and Niece could be cut with a knife; a knife that Rae wanted to plant between his rib cage. “Look.” Taron spoke, soothingly. “Sometimes, people just…get in the way…the human isn’t your concern now- we go back to Chicago and things go back to the way they were.”
Rae stared at him. “No-“ She shook her head, pulling her hand out of his. Her fingers came up to the drip in her arm and she yanked it free of her skin, scrabbling from the bed, Rae stumbled about looking for an escape. “No, I have to get Craig out of there- this wasn’t his fault…and Eli- where’s Eli?”
Taron watched her, let her stumble about and when she fell, still dizzy from the medication he went to her side, and helped her, carefully back onto the bed. “Why does the human mean so much to you?” He asked, a twinge of jealousy in his voice.
“He’s innocent.” She whispered; “He didn’t do anything wrong- there was a vampire-“
He hushed her, with darkened eyes. “You’re entering a world you don’t understand.”
“Don’t understand!” She snapped. “You don’t understand! You’re-“
“Shh.” He told her again, rising from the bed side and placing his hat on his head. “Fine. Fine, if the stupid human means that much to you, then I will sort this out- on the condition you move back to Chicago with me."
The silence hung in the air and Rae curled herself up in a ball, turning away from him and nodded. Feeling the world shattering around her, she closed her eyes and agreed.
Post by Craig Jamerson on Jan 12, 2013 12:17:50 GMT -5
Craig received a plastic tub with a crappy mattress, crappy blanket, some toiletries, writing utensils, paper, two towels, and two washcloths from the built prison guard. He'd just finished stripping down, showering off, and changing into a black and white striped jumpsuit that was far too large for him. "Thanks," he mumbled insincerely, knowing it pointless to mouth off to anyone or espouse his own innocence; they had to hear it every day. The guard nodded but generally disregarded the statement as he pointed back to the holding cell Craig had been in before. "Go back where you were, we'll move you with the next group," was all he said.
Craig carried his bucket of belongings towards the waiting cell, trying desperately to keep the legs of the jumpsuit from falling down around his jail-issue flats so as not to trip. Once inside, he placed the bucket down in front of the bed and pulled his mattress out of the box before throwing it onto the metal bunk and unfolding it. He promptly made his bed with the sheets and blanket he'd been given and had just finished when the built prison guard came to his door. "Phone call. Come on." Craig followed him to a phone booth with complex instructions for calling that were mostly redundant. Craig punched in the necessary numbers for the collect call and waited as it rang, hoping for an answer at the early morning hour.
He was in luck. A female answered his call and Craig explained the situation to her. By the end of the story, she sounded rather less than optimistic. "Well, the situation doesn't sound good, but regardless, you should be able to get your bail covered under the company policy..." she paused before finishing, "Assuming you're not denied bond, of course."
Craig snorted. "Thanks for the appraisal."
"Nothing I can do, I just tell you the situation as we see it, sir. Now, would you like me to contact anyone for you? As part of the services we offer, you can contact up to five people through us. We are not permitted to relay sensitive information or disclose the nature of your imprisonment, nor may we give legal counsel to those you contact. Whenever you're ready."
Craig listened to her drone the disclaimer off and nodded eagerly as she finally said she was ready. "Yes, Rachel Berii, Emergency Room at Renown Regional Medical Center in Reno, Nevada. Also, Mark Ryan, COO of Gattaca Enterprises, Reno, Nevada. That is all for now."
"Alright, sir," the voice came back. "I have Rachel Berii, ER at RRMC and Mark Ryan, COO of Gattaca Enterprises, both in Reno, Nevada. Will that be all you need today?"
"Yes, thank you." Craig said listlessly and hung up before shambling back to his cell. The Vampyre seemed to have won after all.
Post by Rae-Star Berii on Jan 12, 2013 12:38:03 GMT -5
Rae was let on the bed, dressed in the slacks and a white t-shirt. The doctor had come to check her over, and the nurse changed her dressing, replacing the drip she was on. They had given her some clothes to wear, telling her that hers were evidence and had been taken away by the police; they said they had no news from her next of kin, but that a phone call had been made for her while she had been asleep. They told her she could ring back that afternoon should she wish and left the contact number. She had washed her hair, and was brushing it out on the bed when her mobile rang; her uncles calling title flashing up. She didn’t answer, she didn’t belong to him, not yet, he had to pull through on his part of the deal first. There had been no news of Eli…despite her begging to know where her dog was.
Taron was no longer in his police uniform, instead he was dressed as a Lawyer, a briefcase, a simple grey pin suit and his hair was slicked back. He could pass easily, a master of disguise, it was one of the things he was good at, and it was what made him a clever hunter. Of course the muscle that rippled below the suit helped too. He showed his ID and business card at the gates and was allowed through to see his newest client; Mr C Jamerson, a man accused of 13 counts of murder, an abduction and several counts of vandalism. Poor bloke. Shown through security, Taron waited in a small interview room, his eyes glancing from the two hard seats to the two-way mirror and the security camera.
He took out his phone, attempting to call Rachael, of course she didn’t answer, the stupid bitch was still angry with him. Placing the phone back in his pocket, he took a seat and waited, swirling the black coffee around in the plastic cup he held. This better be worth the headache he was getting.
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Post by Craig Jamerson on Jan 12, 2013 13:35:29 GMT -5
Craig sat on the metal bunk, leaned back against the wall, idly biding his time for something to happen when suddenly the door to his cell was opened by a jail guard who held it open for a slick-looking lawyer. Craig immediately sat up and looked the lawyer over. As the guard left them to their privacy, Craig commented, "You guys sure are fast... never thought I'd have to take out this part of my company policy." Shaking his head, he looked at the lawyer questioningly and asked, "What do you have for me?"
"I'm not from the company, Craig," the man replied. His body was still, watching Craig's moves and Craig narrowed his eyes with immediate discomfort. Who was this professionally-dressed man if not his lawyer?
"Where are you from?"
The lawyer glanced about, ignoring Craig's question. "Why don't you tell me what happened this afternoon?"
Craig sighed, knowing this man would never believe him. "The truth," Craig began, "is that I was being hunted down by a Vampyre with a hatred for bioengineers. His Human servant-slave or whatever killed every one of the victims to draw the Vampyre to Gattaca as a symbol of it's readiness..... my arrival. The Vampyre came and attacked us, I managed to kill him with Rae's help but she got stabbed somehow and I rushed her to the ER." He shrugged pointlessly. "There, that's the truth."
The man before Craig laughed for a moment; "A vampire." He then sipped his coffee and straightened once more; "Look, Mr. Jamerson, there is only, really, one way out of this for you...unfortunately, that's me. But, after this is over, you will never pursue Rachel again, are we clear?"
Craig looked taken completely off guard. "What?" he expressed. "What are you talking about?"
"Should you try to get into contact with her, it will not be vampires you will have to worry about." The fake lawyer continued, as if Craig had not spoken.
"Who the hell do you think you are? You think I need your help?" Craig demanded of the other man. "What's this garbage you're talking about?"
The other man rose; "Fine, rot in a jail cell. I am asking one very simple thing from you, Mr. Jamerson, if you cannot provide it I cannot get you out of this mess- nor should you get your hopes up that anyone else can. If I walk out of that door, then your hope of freedom goes with me."
Craig glowered at the man. "Then let's make a bet, asshole. You go rot in hell and if I manage to get out of here without your help I have free reign to contact Rachel as I please. Deal?" Craig spat angrily.
The fraud smiled a twisted smile and his eyes seemed to darken his whole demeanor. "Is that your final answer?"
"Irrevocably." Craig promptly answered, returning an angered stare, no signs of backing down from the sudden, unexpected battle.
Taron sighed; "What happened to the damned dog?"
Craig blinked at the unexpected turn of the conversation. "Eli?" Craig asked, flabbergasted. "How should I know? He was in the car when they cuffed me. If they went by standard procedures, they impounded my vehicle and took the dog to the pound." Craig's mind raced. Why would this man be interested in Eli? How would he even known of him without having talked to Rachel? Craig thought carefully before finally associating the voice with one he'd heard in New York at the start of all this. Realization on his face, he looked up at the man. "You're Taron, Rachel's jackass uncle... that's why you don't want me to see her, you sick fuck." Craig's face darkened again and he growled, "Go to hell, shitbag."
Taron chuckled, stood over the man a little; "Listen, science boy- Rachel sent me to get you out of here, then she's coming back to Chicago with me, so be a dove and don't get arse raped and die- because as far as she's concerned you're out of here...I offered my help, you didn't want it, that's your problem." A pause rang through the air and the man continued, "A lawyer won't get you out of here Craig." He added, moving towards the door. "No one will believe your story."
Craig became quiet, sullen as he stared at the ground. "Remember, we had a deal." Craig lifted his head to call out to the guards. "We're finished here." Taron watched the lad for the longest of moments then added one final thing, "Tell them it was her-" He offered the boy, more genuine for a moment than he had been all conversation. "Play the victim and play it well, she'll be gone before they have time to check your story, but there will be footage from your compound that would back it up, a good lawyer could get you off...most charges." Then Taron watched the handle twist, followed the guard out of there.
As the door closed again, Craig quickly pulled a pencil from the box of belongings at his feet and wrote a number onto a piece of paper so as to not confuse it later when it would matter. Below it, he scribbled another series of numbers. Satisfied that Rae was alright, he placed the pencil and paper back in the box and leaned back for a nap.
An hour later, they moved him in with the general population.
Post by Rae-Star Berii on Jan 12, 2013 13:52:03 GMT -5
Taron had reported back, as a police officer, he had come disguised once more and he had spoken about the meeting with Craig. Rae had kept her back to him, listen to him give the details as he explained the man didn’t want his help, which the scientist seemed to have a death wish. She closed her eyes and ignored him when he tried to comfort her and didn’t turn to watch as he left once more.
She felt sick with guilt, ashamed of herself. Why did she think she could handle this? Why didn’t she stop Craig bringing her here? This was all wrong, and it twisted her stomach into knots of pain and grief for her friend. This all started with her winding him up, as a prank, a courtesy call, but she had explained to him that she had never told anyone before…she felt…connected to him and now he was in prison? Everything felt wrong.
She’d spent some several hours in hospital before she was allowed to leave; wearing soft grey slacks and trainers (Rae hadn’t worn trainers since she was a kid) she packed up the medication that she had been given to take and pulled on the purple cardigan she had been given to wear over a plain white t-shirt. She walked with a nurse, slowly, her movements careful and like a deer on ice, as she made her way down in the elevator and out onto the car park. There he was waiting for her, smiling at her as he came to meet her, to take her bag off her and help her into the jeep.
Eli sat on the bad seat, a muzzle around his mouth but he looked more than happy to see Rae, quietly barking and trying to lick her face as she sat in the front seat. “It’s alright Eli.” She whispered to him, stroking his ears and his fur, settling him once more. Rae was so relieved to see the dog, so relieved that there was something normal about this situation.
“We’ve got a bit of a drive ahead of us.” He told her, leaning over and kissing the side of her head. Rae didn’t react, just stared out of the window, her eyes dull, unseeing as she watched the world go by her. “Try to get some sleep, hey, sweet-heart?” Sleep? How could she sleep when she had screwed up so badly?
Post by Craig Jamerson on Jan 12, 2013 17:33:03 GMT -5
Craig finally situated himself on a bunk in a hot room with a group of other inmates. His red bracelet identified him as a high-profile criminal, no misdemeanor behavior, no, no. Craig was part of the big leaguers here and he'd already begun to attract some attention from other inmates who were clearly surprised at him not wearing a yellow band. Evidently, he looked nothing like a hardened criminal to them. Craig ignored the evaluating eyes and made his way to the phone on the wall. It'd finally become available and Craig made sure to be the one who filled the spot. Upon hearing an instructing voice, he followed the commands necessary until finally he could punch in the numbers he intended to call. It rang a few times before Craig began speaking. "Tayva, this is Craig, the bioengineer you met in Canada that you gave a ride to. I'm calling in on that favor. I'm currently being held in Washoe County Regional Jail in Reno, Nevada for a series of murders I did not commit. I need you to get me out. I'm in general population right now on the easternmost wing that juts from the rest of the building. I'll be waiting for you." Craig hesitated before adding, "If for some reason you can't help me, contact Mark Ryan, COO of Gattaca, my workplace and tell him that I am innocent and that the company lawyers MUST tell me immediately that you are unavailable. I hope you'll be able to assist me. Bye." Craig hung up the phone and turned to go back to his bunk amongst the curious eyes. He lay down on the bunk and interlaced his fingers above his head as he looked to the roof of the building in wait. Soon, this would be nothing more than a memory, one way or the other. Soon... he mused as he drifted into sleep.
Post by Tayva Aschaund on Jan 20, 2013 13:48:57 GMT -5
A blinking cellphone sat on a dresser in an empty room, awaiting some passer by to examine its flashing light and to listen to the message that it held. Fortunately the one who passed by to do so was its owner, Tayva. She had been spending the weekend at her parents, to catch up with her family. She made sure to stop in every few months or so, as they had been worried about her going off on her own since day one. Even with Talos at her side, there were all sorts of trouble that the pair of them could get into.
Tayva had gone up to her room, getting ready to pack up when she spotted her phone on the furniture, blinking in alert of the new message. Wondering who it could have been that was trying to get a hold of her, she flipped open the device, navigating through its menu to find the voice mail, before placing the phone to her ear to hear who it had been that had called. The number had not been paired with a name, and it possessed an unfamiliar area code.
"Tayva, this is Craig, the bioengineer you met in Canada that you gave a ride to. I'm calling in on that favor. I'm currently being held in Washoe County Regional Jail in Reno, Nevada for a series of murders I did not commit. I need you to get me out..."
Tayva paused as Craig continued to explain his situation from there on. Almost right away there were easily a dozen questions in her head, though none that the rest of his message could explain. Whatever the reason he was in big need of help, and for some unknown reason it had been her that he would rely on to get him out.
Closing the phone as the message ended, she finished packing in silence, before heading outside, where Talos was waiting. Their goodbyes had been said, and it was now time to move on to their new destination. Talos would prove to be a big help as he shifted from his measly human form into his true draconic self, and the two soon took flight across the border, toward the prison that their new companion was being kept.
Post by Craig Jamerson on Jan 21, 2013 11:26:50 GMT -5
The hall of bunk beds never really quieted down and groups of people were taken out to be processed based on their passivity while others were shuffled in on new charges. Though people had initially thrown dark looks in his direction, those who were fresher than he to the hall typically caught a glance of his wrist band and steered clear of him from there on. breakfast he seemed to have barely missed and by the time the lunch trays were brought around (probably near two o'clock), Craig was famished and ate everything on the plastic tray given to him without hesitation. It was disgusting and everything tasted watered down.
Craig waited another five hours lying on his bunk just staring up at the ceiling. With no clocks to mark the passage of time, everything felt like a very long movie. The light peeking through the small barred lengths of window began to dwindle and dinner was brought to them on light baby blue trays again. Craig waited in line for his food and, upon receiving it, returned to his bunk to eat it.
Craig found himself less enthusiastic abouthis tray than before, being more rested than when he'd first been brought in. A large serving of a brown mush passed for the main course while a weak yellow corn sat on the side. Altogether, a highly unappetizing meal. Tayva could not get him out of here soon enough.
Post by Tayva Aschaund on Jan 22, 2013 17:34:46 GMT -5
The trip was long, though not as long as if they had gone by vehicle instead. Nevertheless they arrived in Reno as quickly as they could, evening quickly sinking into night, and allowing the pair cover to descend from the sky without being caught. After that, it was only a matter of a couple questions here and there to figure out where they were supposed to go, and the direction they were to go in.
The two soon arrived at their destination, Talos shrinking as he took on the shape and size of a fly, to move by the guards undetected, and upon entering Tayva requested to talk to the man that had been imprisoned. Despite the guard's response that the visiting hours were over, a petite and almost fragile-looking Tayva was able to convince him otherwise through faked tears, pleading that Craig had been her older brother, and that she had traveled a long way to see him again.
Wiping her eyes, she and the minuscule form of Talos followed the guard into the visitor's room, where she was told to wait as the same guard went to go fetch Craig. Her eyes still looked a little reddened, but the sniffling that had gone along with the ruse soon subsided as Tayva took a seat, waiting for the man to return with her friend.
