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Post by Livvia "Aero" Mitchell on Dec 7, 2009 21:01:10 GMT -5
She hummed against the loud chatter, playing with the ticket in her hands but soon found herself loosing the cheery song amongst the crowds. Unraveling a piece of Nicorette gum, Livvia Mitchell cursed at her dirty surroundings under her breath and popped the anti-addiction candy into her mouth.
In desolation, she glared up at the subway-route-map then looked back down to her ticket. Only 10 more minutes, she thought to herself as a few passengers boarded onto a subway car down the way. Time was becoming an irritation for Mitchell, always ongoing, never giving her--or anyone--enough time to decide, take action or to even care. If she only had enough time to catch one; she would do anything to prove to the Superiors that she had what it took. Failure, on the other hand, was something she did not want to face. This ticket, this one ticket, is what I should focus on. No more police business. I need to get out of here.
Pressing her back against the scummy wall of the Subway station, she let herself slide down to the ground. Everything was falling apart. Mitchell was a strong girl and young at that--just turned twenty last Tuesday--and knew, from six-odd years ago, that life in the police force would give her something to live for; something that her parents could never have supplied--a home. Although she found herself rarely showing up for work in the time being, her past years proved as wonderful ones. Trey Aaron, her supervisor, gave her a job at the low end of the police force, and she has since worked her way up to a well-recognized position.
But now, sitting on the dirty ground of the West Subway, her life as a policewomen could not have changed more suddenly. Runners, those damn freaks-of-nature, think they own this city; her thoughts grew rampant when the topic of the Runners came into play. She was prompted now to attempt to capture one-- In less than two days, of course. Time, again ruins everything. Now, succumbing to the failure of an impossible mission, she was left with one option: to run away.
With only a few minutes left until her "getaway" train came forth, Livvia Mitchell stood up and noticed a figure approaching her.
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Post by Taylor "Wings" Jon on Dec 7, 2009 21:12:53 GMT -5
Taylor Jon, pulling her coat tightly around her, walked through the subway station. She pulled her hair around her shoulders and continued, looking around the station. The mass of people bothered her, she didn't like crowds. So many strangers...
She maneuvered through the people, noticing the time, that the train was coming in a few minutes. She was supposed to meet her sister here, that was coming on the train.
Just as she turned around, she noticed a familiar face, she reached the face, and noticed it was a one of the fellow policewoman, Livvia Mitchell. Taylor quickly went through all the info she knew of her. A smart, fast girl, young too, only a few years younger than Taylor herself, she had gotten a fair reputation around about her fairly fast.
"Hey Mitchell," She smiled sweetly, reaching her leaning on a wall.
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Post by Livvia "Aero" Mitchell on Dec 7, 2009 22:28:17 GMT -5
Taylor Jon, a well-respected policewoman of whom Mitchell knew scarcely about, looked rather stressed wrapped in her jacket. Mitchell examined her long, brown hair and caramel skin but then quickly realized the awkward moment between the two and sieved her mind for a response:
"Hey, Jon." The static in her voice frightened Mitchell; she only hoped her companion would not catch on to her plans. The last thing she wanted was a co-worker ragging on her to the high-ups; she could imagine it now--Trey Aaron laying the evil-eye on her. But maybe Jon was someone she could trust? No use finding out now. Maybe if it were a different time and place, things could have worked out between them. Hell, they could have been friends.
"What are you doing here?"
Before Taylor Jon got a moment to respond, Mitchell saw her train approach the station. Only a quick heart beat passed in the time she nodded towards the train which was puttering to a stop. "Looks like my ride's here...I should get going..."
She brushed some dirt off her dark pants, grabbed her bag that she had left on the ground and readied herself for the trip ahead of her. That is...the trip she thought she was ready for. Her gaze met Jon's and she sighed,
"Have you ever thought about quitting your job?"
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Post by Taylor "Wings" Jon on Dec 8, 2009 8:21:22 GMT -5
The train pulled up, and Livvia looked like it was hers. She mumbled something, then, a different look settled in her eyes. She turned to Taylor and sighed.
"Have you ever though about quitting your job?" She asked Taylor. Taylor, a bit surprised about the question, smiled honestly.
"Everyday," Taylor answered. "Many times a day, actually. Once when I get up, another on the ride to work, once more right before I enter the station, and several more times after my shift has ended. And it always seems to be at the exact same times everyday, it is kind of scary." She explained, touching the small tattoo of doves she had on her wrist. She had so many reasons to quit.
Livvia looked at her, and seemed surprised. Taylor continued,
"Both my parents, were cops, same with my grandparents. Everyday growing up, I was terrified that there would be one say, that they did not come home, walk through the front door, and smile at me. I was scared for me, for my sister, because I didn't know what I would do with out them. And it still goes on today, I am scared that one day, i will not go home..." She paused, taking in a deep breath.
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Post by Livvia "Aero" Mitchell on Dec 8, 2009 20:16:40 GMT -5
Echoes from other people in the station swished by Taylor as she spoke. Livvia Mitchell listened contently, formulating questions while her companion told her story. All the pressure which earlier pressed so heavily on Livvia was beginning to lift and she felt at ease talking to Taylor Jon. I'm not the only one who thinks this way, Livvia thought, switching her gaze back and forth from the train to Taylor. Maybe I can...get through this.
Without noticing, Livvia began to fiddle with the end of her shirt, obviously too deep into her thoughts to realize the pause Taylor took for a deep breath. Her gaze was beginning to fade off when she snapped back into absoluteness and nodded with agreement to Taylor's view on her job. This time, Livvia took no time waiting to respond,
"If...you're so frightened of... never coming home, then what motivates you?" she paused and shook her head for lack of a better word. "What...keeps you going? I just, I can't stand working there now. And your sister, someone you care about...," Livvia slowly trailed off as she thought about her own misfortunes. Not only did she have no one to live for, no one who returned her kindness anyway, but her job was all she had. Livvia wondered how important being a policewoman was for Taylor. "What's your secret? I mean, how do you manage?"
[ooc: sorry it took so long to reply, I can only respond certain times of the day]
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Post by Taylor "Wings" Jon on Dec 8, 2009 20:31:26 GMT -5
Taylor licked he lips and thought more on the questions presented to her. She fiddled a bit, and reached into her purse, taking out her wallet and gave Livvia a picture, it was of a sixteen year old girl, her school picture, she looked just like Taylor, but you could see a bit more Caucasian in her than the Korean.
"Chloe is sixteen, she looks up to me, and plans to join the police force too. Right now, I can't do anything else to protect her than to make sure that she stays safe. And there are so many other people in this city, who can't do anything to protect their loved ones, they depend on us. And as much as I would love to quit, and just stay home with Chloe, I know that I have to not only protect her, but everyone else too. It is intimidating, but we are all the city has to keep it from crumbling apart. If every cop quit because they were nervous, there would be no cops left in the city. What keeps me going is that there are so many people in this city like Chloe, and I need to protect them, even if just by the littlest deed." Taylor continued, she felt like she was really connecting to Livvia. She was able to glance breifly at the ticket in Livvia's hand.
"Where were you planning on going tonight?" Taylor asked lightly.
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Post by Livvia "Aero" Mitchell on Dec 8, 2009 23:30:45 GMT -5
Livvia gazed at the picture which Taylor gave her for a long time. When the older sister talked, Livvia could tell that she had great confidence and an honest resolution in her voice. She wished to have such incentive, to have so much determination for the good of the city. It wasn’t just her sister, but when her associate addressed her concern for the greater good, Livvia Mitchell felt inspired. It was nice to know she had someone she could talk to in the long run. Taylor asked about her plans for the evening. Startled, Livvia gave back the photo of the younger sister and clutched the ticket in her hand with regret. “I was going to see a friend.” The undertone to the message in Taylor’s words about the nervous policemen stuck with Livvia. “That‘s the train…right over there,” the flustered girl stated, pointing tensely to the stalled subway train. She felt horrible lying, but realized that after hearing Taylor’s views on the job, it wasn’t the best opportunity to explain that she was contemplating an escape.
“Are you waiting for…Chloe?” Livvia took a risk asking if it was her sister. She thought it was a layman’s question; they were only speaking about her a moment before. It would fit. But Taylor could be going somewhere, not waiting. She instantly wished she could hit rewind and take away her assumption.
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Post by Dominic "Shadow" Blackwood on Dec 9, 2009 14:34:23 GMT -5
Shadow lurched forward slightly as the train came to a stop and he let go of the small hanging ring. The subways were probably one of the few places he still enjoyed in the city. They still held some of the life that had been ripped away from it, even though the place glowed with overly bright neon that stung at his eyes and it was pristine to the point that the cleaning of the facility would have bordered on obsession, it still held a seedy air about it.
He had 'fond' memories of this certain subway. When he was younger and the reconstruction of the city had only just began he and his friends had sprinted down the rail tracks in one of their first attempts at self-teaching parkor. He could remember every manouver as if the run had been yesterday, each scaffold jumped over, each pipe skidded and bounced along, and the workmen's shoulders that he managed to springboard himself off. A smirk tugged at the corners of his lips at the long gone day as he looked around at how much the place had changed. He squashed the urge to relive his teenage adventures as he had noticed the increase of security around the area. He was already sticking out like a sore thumb in his bright red track bottoms and he had just managed to get himself out of a cage, he definetly had no intention to be locked up again.
Shadow began to mill about aimlessly through the throng of people rushing towards and away from trains that were constantly pulling in and out of the station. He eventually gave up trying to give himself something to do and leaned against a wall near two people who were caught up in small talk. He let out a bored huff of breath as he looked towards a small TV set that was hooked up to the wall across from him, smirking slightly as he saw what the news report that was playing was about.
"... Dominic Blackwood, or 'Shadow' as he is often refered to, has managed to break out of the maximum security Verrill Prison. Blackwood had been held in the prison for little over nine months for violent protest against the government and local police force. He was also accussed of killing one officer but the incedent of death was still being investigated. He is said to be possibly armed, extremly dangerous, and now in leage with one of the main 'runner' groups of the city."
Shadow chuckled quietly as video footage of him slipping and sliding along the top of the prison's weather beaten walls came onto the screen. He chuckled slightly louder when his figure was seen almost slipping right off the edge and only just managing to grab onto a crack in the concrete to stop himself from falling to a very messy end. He shook his head smiling to himself. "Looks like all that time locked up made me rusty." He muttered to himself.
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Post by Taylor "Wings" Jon on Dec 9, 2009 16:55:43 GMT -5
Taylor shuffled in her spot, something strange was nearby, but she just brushed it off.
"Yeah, she was supposed to arrive yesterday, but she was busy, caught up in homework and stuff. We then made plans to meet today, she should be here, or on the next train," Taylor explained. She hadn't seen Chloe in a while, Taylor had been doing nothing but work for the last week or so. She watched the people around her, then her eyes glided to the TV screen, she remembered that night, although she never got a good look at the guys face, the name however, seemed familiar, not from that night, but somewhere farther down her past.
Taylor jumped, and pulled out her phone, checking the text that just came in. She frowned, and shoved it back into her pocket. "Little sisters, huh? Looks like she canceled on me," Taylor's frown went to a chuckle. "Says she has too much homework."
Taylor looked at Livvia, and smiled sweetly. "The train is about to leave. I am sure that unlike my sister, you intend to keep your plans. See you are the station Mitchell."
Taylor waved goodbye and left the fellow police woman standing against the wall. Taylor grabbed her purse and dug through it, pulling out a notebook, a book full of her drawings, she felt like maybe going to the mall, and drawing the courtyard.
Not that she was a good artist, but she was decent. She turned the corner, and bumped into a man, dropping her notebook, and all the loose papers that were in it.
"Oh I am sorry," She said blindly to the man, dropping to her knees and starting to pick up the papers.
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Post by Dominic "Shadow" Blackwood on Dec 9, 2009 17:51:55 GMT -5
Shadow took his gaze away from the screen when he felt something hit him. He looked down to see a woman scrambling to pick up papers. "No, it's alright. My fault for standing right at the corner." He smiled at her as he bent to help pick up the papers lying around his feet and handing them to her. He squinted his eyes slightly when he saw her, as if there was something familiar about her that he couldn't place, but shrugged it off. "Again, sorry 'bout that."
(ooc: very very short)
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Post by Livvia "Aero" Mitchell on Dec 9, 2009 18:09:14 GMT -5
Mimicking Taylor's earlier glance at the Television screen, Livvia bit her lip as her co-worker shuffled away. All this news about escapists and the trouble they cause made her insides bundle. Another wanna-be-Runner back to scaling the buildings set her nerves at end.
Livvia was about to give in to a cigarette when she heard Taylor's voice bounce off the station walls. Curious, and rather disinterested in her get-away plans as of late, she swung her bag over her shoulder and cautiously proceeded to the scene.
There she was, kneeling on the floor wearing an apologetic face. Beside her was a man with the same expression; Livvia concluded from his expression that he was sorry as well. Bravely, she stepped forward and offered her own hand in the clean up, not noticing or caring who this man was.
"Bumped into each other?" Livvia assumed, picking up the last of the few pages. "These are nice drawings."
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Post by Dominic "Shadow" Blackwood on Dec 9, 2009 18:15:28 GMT -5
Shadow looked up to see another woman beginning to help them pick up the scattered drawings. "Yeah, these are pretty good." He smiled at the two of them before straightening himself. "Well, gotta run! Maybe I'll see you gals around." He waved to them as he walked off at a fast pace, anxious to get his legs doing what they did best.
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Post by Taylor "Wings" Jon on Dec 9, 2009 18:34:28 GMT -5
As the man shuffled away, something clicked. Easily tracking him through the crowds, she grabbed Livvia's shoulder, and led her through, chasing him sneakily. With her other hand, she easily grabbed thee things out of her bag, two guns and one radio.
She hushed her voice, and tossed one gun to Livvia, "Sorry to make you miss your train, but we got a situation," She apologized to Livvia and spoke into her radio.
"This is Wings, calling backup to the West Subway, we got a identified runner, beleived to be Dominic "shadow" Blackwood. Aero and Wings in pursuit, calling in full squad backup, immediately," She rushed. Grasping the gun with bother her hands, she quietly ran in pursuit.
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Post by Trey "Hawkins" Aaron on Dec 9, 2009 18:59:04 GMT -5
Reclining in his cruiser, a pad of paper on his lap, Trey glanced up at the radio, tapping the bottom end of his pen pensively. As the Captain, it was rare that he would take up a petty chase, himself- as it were, he had the itch to let out some pent up energy.
I shouldn't be doing this, a quiet voice warned as he set down his pen, taking his time in responding. Odd; were it static, maybe, but no other officers seemed to be responding. Fiddling idly with the radio, he casually reached for the receiver.
"Wings, this is Hawkins. In which direction is the suspect headed?"
(Ick, sorry it's so short..)
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Post by Livvia "Aero" Mitchell on Dec 9, 2009 19:01:47 GMT -5
Flustered, Livvia clutched the gun tossed to her and kept a steady pace beside Taylor. Pushing through the swarm of people proved difficult in the tight passageways of the station. Being slightly taller than the average girl, Livvia was able to see above the mass of heads to find the same man from before bobbing quickly in and out of sight.
“Don’t worry about the train,” Livvia laughed, trying to relieve tension. “Changed my mind at the last minute anyway.” The two of them pushed aside a half a dozen angered civilians while the fugitive shot off a bench and glided above the people with his fast, agile movements. Livvia was beginning to wonder if he knew he was being chased.
Taylor’s radio chimed with a relaxed voice, “Wings, this is Hawkins. In which direction is the suspect headed?”
Livvia took out her own radio from her bag, surprised she even put it there, and clicked on her radio in reply, “West Subway, Section C, heading towards the East entrance.”
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