Alicia Spinnet, yo. (alspinnet) wrote in afic, @ 2011-08-13 17:00:00 |
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Entry tags: | !prompt, character: alicia spinnet, character: marcus flint, player: dea, player: deb |
Who: Alicia Spinnet, Marcus Flint and NPC Auror
When: Saturday 13 August, afternoon
Where: Holding cell
What: Al broke curfew at a bad time. (prompt = blood)
Rating: R for language and some violent
Alicia knew this was a possibility from the moment they started to look for Ang. She wasn't much of a planner but her friend had been hurt and she had to be sure to make sure to prepare for the fallout. It wasn't Angelina's fault, she made the decision not to be home before the clock rang ten. The Aurors and DMLE were in hot water and that meant they'd be looking for stupid shit to make them look somewhat competent. That's where she came in. Al had been busted for breaking curfew one too many times before. Ang wasn't doing too hot and Al would have been there every minute if she could. She'd rather spend that time ripping the fucker that hurt Ang to pieces but that wasn't an option just yet.
Al went to work, not because she needed to (she did) but because if they came for her it wasn't going to be in front of Ang. The girl was suffering enough without a side of guilt to help it along. Her owl had been instructed to give Katie a note about why she was absent should come for her and when the shop door opened she knew that note would have to be delivered. She didn't stand as he approached, merely gave him a tired look as he took the moment to sneer.
"You know why I'm here."
"I do."
"You're coming with me, doll." He came behind her workbench and she had to keep from snapping at him. It became a tougher chore than she thought it would be when his hand wrapped far too tightly around her arm. Within five minutes she was in a questioning room, hands bound as if she was going to try and put up a fight. Not that she could completely blame them, this was the first time that she hadn't.
"You know," she said easily, tapping the table with her fingernails, "I'm only here because one of the fuckers you lot let escape hurt one of my friends. Trust me, pal, I'd have rather stayed home." She could tell it was a mistake to poke at him once she said it, his tired eyes flashing dangerously at her words. She wasn't one to back down and fuck him if he was tired, her friend could have been killed.
"What did you say?"
"I said, if you lot could do your job I wouldn't have had to be out there." She expected a slap, she was strangely impressed when he went for an actual fist instead. She could hear her nose break more than feel it and it wasn't long before the blood was trickling down her face. Acting on instinct and before thought she swung her arms out, but they were bound and it was easy enough for him to restrain her.
"Fucking try it, cunt. Hit me once, I'll snap that little wand of yours and you will never do magic again," he spat at her, inches away from her near snarling face. A door opened before she could respond, and the guard pushed her back into her chair. Marcus Flint. Of course it was. One brainless ape exchanged for another.
"What do you want, Flint? Want a shot at me too?" She spat as blood got in her mouth as she spoke. It was going to hurt like a bitch tomorrow.