Charlie Burghard (charlieburghard) wrote in tiberiusswann, @ 2010-10-13 12:08:00 |
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Entry tags: | cassie, charlie, emmy, fox |
Tuesday: August/19/08
Who: Charlie, Cassie, Fox, Emmy
When: late Tuesday, probably into Wednesday morning
Where: starting at the police station
What: Charlie is PISSED!
Note: up to you guys if they'll say anything... but expect Charlie's wrath if they do
Charlie was fucking furious. After talking to Hope and then calling Adam to get things put into motion, he sped off toward the police station. It made him even more angry that he was forced to drive a school van that had the words "detention center" in bold lettering on the side, and there were metal grates on the windows, as well as a big one separating the driver from the passengers. Charlie felt like a fucking prison guard. He was dressed like one too. The security staff had uniforms, but Charlie didn't require them to be worn. He wanted his staff to be comfortable. But for the next few days, most of the faculty would be wearing these navy blue, polyester nightmares. Charlie scratched at his neck from time to time, because the damn thing itched so bad.
Pulling up to the police station, Charlie put the van in park and climbed out. He clearly had a chip on his shoulder as he walked inside and stated his business to a woman behind the desk. She asked him to have a seat, but Charlie refused and paced instead. He was going to rip those three a new one.
A pile of paperwork arrived before the troublesome trio did, and Charlie was glad he knew his shit, because he was able to fill out the forms without hesitation while a woman watched him carefully. "Can I have my detainees now?" he said impatiently, not bothering to try and charm this low ranking member of the Danvers police department. She was curt with him and took the paperwork for inspection. It was nearly thirty minutes later that two officers escorted Cassie, Fox and Emmy into the lobby. They were handcuffed. Charlie shot quick glares at Fox and Emmy, but the real anger in his eyes was directed at Cassie. The expression was clear: you are so fucking grounded.
"Take the cuffs off them," Charlie instructed, and the officers did as he asked. He'd filed the proper forms and was expected to pick up these kids, so they were handed over to his custody without complaint. When the kids were free of their restraints, Charlie walked to the door, and if the brats knew what was good for them, they'd follow without making a peep.
Charlie loaded them into the van and then climbed into the driver's seat. He didn't say anything at first, because Charlie was still fuming. But when they were less than a mile down the road, Charlie pulled over onto the shoulder, stopping the van, turning it off, and spinning around in his seat. "You're lucky I don't beat the fucking life out of all of you right now. The school could be shut down because of your idiocy. People could lose their jobs, their homes... maybe even be arrested themselves, because you're all total fuck ups." He held his hand up at the first sign of protest. "NO... no excuses. Not one. Don't fucking waste your breath or my time trying to explain yourselves. You fucked up, and now we're all screwed."