Radha "Rye" Lawless (rock_and_rye) wrote in theunboundic, @ 2020-07-19 21:51:00 |
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Entry tags: | ! time: july 3 - 9, henri danior, radha lawless |
The street's a liar
Who: Henri & Radha
What: Curfew? Bollocks to that.
When: Saturday, July 9, Well Past Curfew
Where: A Dark Alley
In her youth, Radha might've gone out of her way to break the ridiculous curfew and made a big, loud show of it. Just to stick it to the so-called man. She was much more mature now. For instance, she stuck to the dark side streets as she traipsed about town 'round about three in the morning. No main thoroughfares for her. And she wasn't even drunk. A couple shots of hooch a couple hours ago? That was nothin'. And, she'd been working, not just out getting shitfaced. First, getting her heal on at Antoine's after a bar fight erupted, then playing a little Rag and Bone up and down the Winnan neighborhood, scavenging discarded items. Slung over one shoulder were some old dresses and men's shirts, and tucked under one arm was a dusty, rolled up woven blanket that'd seen its share of moths. Not a great haul, but she'd gotten there late, hadn't she? Rye was only 'round about five minutes from the low-income housing provided by the church when she turned a corner and came nearly face-to-face with one of those damn Castyll cops. Well. Not face-to-face exactly, he had at least half a foot on her, but the point was, it scared the both of them. Enough that the officer, who'd stopped to take a leak on the side of a building, startled and turned quickly on instinct toward her without stopping what he was doing. It wasn't until he'd pissed on the toes of her boots that the Aurellian woman realized exactly what just happened and jumped back with a shout. "Oi! The fuck!" Rye stumbled further back from the stream, pulled a strong stinkface, and averted her face despite it being just dim enough to not see much of his junk. "Put--! Put your dick away, you bleedin' shithawk!" The cop turned back to the wall in only slightly less of a tizzy than her, but had to finish his business first, apparently. That just so happened to give the curfew-breaking healer the escape she needed. "Fuck's sake," she bitched, as she hoofed it down the way with a little more pep in her step, hoping by the time he finished he might not want to bother following her if she got far enough. "Hey, hey!" He shouted after her, and she rolled her eyes, kept going. "You're in violation of curfew!" Until he caught up to her much faster than she anticipated and grabbed her by the arm from behind, tugging hard enough to yank her around to face him. She shouted not so much in alarm as in irritation. And disgust. "You were just havin' a wank with that hand," she said, glaring incredulously between the hand on her bicep and his face. "No, I was not," said the cop, defensively, "I was having a piss." "Oh, really? I think I know a wanker when I see one," Rye said, up to the cop, while actively breaking the law. "Alright, that's it," he said, and he pushed her harshly up against the brick wall beside them, twisted an arm behind her to the tune of her protesting shout of ow! Her rug fell to the ground at her feet, along with a few pieces of clothing. "You're under arrest, I'm bringing you in; don't see any escorts, do you?" "How the shit do you -- ow! -- know I ain't a Clove, huh?!" As if it weren't exceedingly obvious, but stranger things, right? "Does your wee pecker tell you?" Suffice it to say, he pressed her harder into the wall and wasn't gentle as he yanked her other arm back. "Ow! Asshole! That a 'no', then?" Her cheek was smushed into the brick even as she back-talked. Gods, if it wouldn't get her in deeper trouble, she'd try to shock the shit outta him and make a run for it. Tess wasn't gonna let her hear the end of this. |