Laurie Moore and Peter Lee / Comic Books (_comic_books_) wrote in forgotten_gods, @ 2010-12-02 15:07:00 |
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Current mood: | aggravated |
Current music: | Trapt - Headstrong |
Entry tags: | comic books |
Rorschach rising...
Who: Comic Books - Laurie (_comic_books_), Open to any in law enforcement
What: Train ride gone wrong
When: Thursday afternoon
Where: A police station
Warnings: Talk of violence, language, good god gone bad
It was supposed to be just another typical trip home from school to the shop. It should have been boring, easy, and most of all mundane. So the fact that she was now smirking like a seasoned criminal for the booking officer seemed a little far from her mind at the moment.
She could feel bruises forming, taste the idiot's blood as she licked her lips, unrepentant in her glee. Sure, the flasher probably didn't deserve to get stabbed but someone had to protect that sweet little old grandma. In a way, Laurie felt justified; the guy was trash, and had served a purpose in reminding her of why pushing Percival away was for the best. The blood crusting on her face and hair also helped.
The cop asked her something, bringing Laurie out of her reverie and back to the present. "So, walk us through the assault."
"Fuck, again?" Rolling her eyes, she fidgeted in the chair, briefly looking for all the world like the eleven year old she was masquerading as before a chilling giggle filled the room. This was ridiculous, she had already told them. "Fine, we'll go over it again."
Sighing, she began to twirl a piece of hair around her fingers, talking in a low voice. "I had just left school, School of the Future, and hopped the train to head home. I was minding my own business reading the latest issue of The Walking Dead, when the old lady sitting near me started fucking screaming like she was about to be raped. I could hear her over my headphones." She paused and took a sip of water before spitting it out. "Tastes like warm piss. Coffee, black." She waited until someone went scurrying off to get her drink before continuing.
"There was a man sitting next to her with his junk hanging out. Ignoring her screaming. So I said something, said he best put his dick away or I'd do it for him. He called me sweetie, I took out my knife. Sure you can guess what happened next." Laurie had the grace to look slightly rueful, shifting in her seat as she let her legs swing back and forth. "He got up and waved his tunk in my face. So I bit it."
The cop stared at her, going pale when she snapped her teeth at him and laughed happily. "Little girl, you do realize what you did was a crime. You assaulted that man. He's in the hospital." He held her gaze, waiting for her to break. He would be disappointed.
"I got the guy to back off. Turned myself in. You want more?"
The rest of the interview proceeded in much the same method, the cop eventually booking the girl and bringing her to a holding cell. She had used her one phone call to tell her brother that she'd be fine and not to panic, and then just smiled. He'd never admit it, but he found the grin on her face as she settled in to be almost inhumanely unsettling.