Travis Marks (travis_marks) wrote in omega_reality, @ 2012-08-18 15:14:00 |
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RP: Travis arrives
Who: Travis and others. Tags to be added as needed
Where: VT, LA
When: August 18, 2012
Summary: Travis arrives and lands in jail
He finally had a day off. It should be good, except that Travis had no plans and was bored. He called Wes, but he was doing something at the house.
One step forward, two steps back.
He wished they'd either fight or fuck, but this was Wes and he was the King of Overthinking, which was fine until it affected Travis. Like today. Because he was bored and Wes was nowhere to be found. Travis took his bike and started to drive around. He might as well use the time to see some of his foster families. He meant to stop by Margie's first, except there was a flash (and great, they put ticket cameras here. They'd be vandalized in no time). After that nothing made sense. Margie's house wasn't there. Literally. There was a motel that seemed to house drug dealers instead of the nice area he knew was supposed to be there.
Travis reached for his phone, but it wasn't working. Confused, he began tracing his way back, wondering if he had turned the wrong way, but he knew LA too well. Still, what other explanation could there be?
He was trying to make sense of the situation when he got stopped. A guy. Someone he didn't know. Travis turned on the charm, handed the documents, showing his shield, totally by chance of course, but instead of the desired effect, he found a gun pointed in his face and two cops yelling, and he knew the routine. He didn't fight it, didn't argue, but went to the ground and let them take him to the precinct, where he sat in the holding pen, after having been unable to find anyone to bail him out. Considering that it was the weekend, he'd be stuck here until Monday morning.
God, life sucked.