harper jones is on the run (jonesycakes) wrote in light_of_may, @ 2012-09-01 21:05:00 |
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Entry tags: | 2009-09-16, harper, mason |
excuse me mister, you've got things all wrong
WHO | Harper & Mason
WHERE | Police Department
WHEN | Late at night
Today was making out to be the worst day that Harper had ever had. Now that the berries had full left her system, she could think clearly and she thought that she was going to kick some serious ass if she could get out of this stupid cell. Her thoughts might have been clearer than they were when she woke up, but her head was pounding with the hangover from hell. Not only that, but she couldn't stand being in the freezing block. She kept shouting out at passing officers, pleading for her phone call, for the air conditioning to be turned down, for a goddamned sandwich that didn't suck. When her demands were ignored, she started beating against the bars and the walls. They had decided to keep her locked up until she was sober enough to answer their questions with some form of competence. Her temper kept flaring to the point that everything around her caught fire. The thin, itchy mattress was the first to go. Then it was her clothes, so she had to bitch until they brought her a jumpsuit. Harper just loved that. The thin polyester scratched her arms and back. They had to bring her several uniforms, finally threatening to let her sit there naked. "Hey!" She called out, kicking at the ashes in her cell. "Isn't it about time I get dinner or something? A phone call? Fuck." She banged her head against the bars, regretting it immediately. The metal was so cold against her skin. Draping her arms out through the bars, Harper glanced at her chipped nail polish. "So you guys like being ass hats, or is that just part of the job description?" She asked an officer passing by. She hadn't seen him all day, so she figured he was just coming in for his shift. "Cause I really don't think you're being paid enough." And if she had her way, he'd agree by the end of the night. |