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Tweak says, "i have a plan. attack!"

Melaka Fray (i_grab) wrote in we_coexist,
@ 2008-02-22 21:11:00

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deborah morgan, melaka fray, zz:status complete

suck it up, kid, assume battle poise (open)
Mel's big blue eyes were narrowed and very, very determined. Forget the giant leprechaun guy. Forget it. Let's, she thought, deal with the complete craziness that was the city paper.

She'd picked up a copy on her way home, backpack slung over both shoulders, a soft pretzel in her hand and intermittently in her mouth, in large gobs. She was reading it when she got back to her apartment. It said 'soldier on.'

Mel had laughed out loud. But it got even ruttin' better: It has been recommended that if you discover a friend or family member missing that you report it. The City Police would like a clear record of all those who can't be found.

Well, shit. Really. The article said that Snow White was gone, and Bigby Wolf, too. Mel was pretty sure that was Rose's Bigby. And she was damn sure that was Rose's Snow.

She threw down the backpack, shoved the rest of the pretzel in her mouth in a very unladylike chunk that she could not close her mouth around, and she went back out.

Took no time to get to the police station, and when she got there, Mel leaned on the counter assertively, little elbows resting on the surface.

"Help you?"

Melaka Fray stood up straight. The green braid in her hair fell over her shoulder. And with the same sense of loss she'd felt when she lost Loo, when she knew that Harth was..... well, what he was... she nodded.

"I need to report someone missing," she said.

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i_unmask
2008-03-03 06:04 am UTC (link)

"I work in homicide!"

When Deb snapped, and not just out of anger or irritation, she went all out. Fate smiled on Fray, however, and Deb did not tackle her to the ground and train a gun at her brain. How could Deb have lost hours? It occurred to her that she might have been drugged, that this was someone's sick idea of a prank.

Someone was obviously fucking with her.

She left her desk. It wasn't going anywhere.

Deb saw the front doors that, according to the hair dye addict, led out onto the street. She walked purposefully toward the doors and if anyone got in her way they probably would get a gun trained on their face. Or at the very least punched.

"'The fuck is going on?" Deb shouted just loud enough to get a few looks, but those that spied her were wise enough to stay out of her way.

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i_grab
2008-03-03 09:26 pm UTC (link)

Fray blinked. The screaming cop was totally not her problem. She never, ever thought she would regard her sister as mellow, but compared to this chick, Erin was really, really chill.

It was sort of a shame Deb didn't tackle her; Mel could have used a good fight just then, and beating a slayer was tough, even if you HAD bullets. The angry chick pushed past her and out the office door, and was going for the outer doors.

Mel didn't move.

Laws made her itchy. They always had, even Erin. Something about them and their jobs (maybe the fact that Mel was, in her other life, a thief) made her bristle. Her attitude problem was worse in the presence of police--unless they, like Erin and her 'calvary,' were helping her save the world.

Which was not what this lady was doing. So. Not her problem. She could wait.

Mel hopped up onto the counter and sat, hands with blue nails grasping the edges, and waited. She'd be able to hear the reaction to the outside world from here, and then if this woman wanted her help, well, she could ruttin' ask for it.

And give her a missing person's form.

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i_unmask
2008-03-06 08:12 pm UTC (link)

The moment Deb stepped out onto the street she was struck immediately by the cold. It was colder out here in the not-quite-spring weather than the worst winter in Miami. There were no palm trees, little sunshine, and much less humidity.

She didn't recognize anything.

The detective in her was smart enough to pull a copy of a newspaper that flittered down the street. It crunched into a paper ball as she clutched it. Through her shivering, Deb managed to straighten it out. A mayor named Snow White? Superman?

"What the fuck? WHAT THE FUCK."

Deb stormed back in. She was losing her mind. If she'd been transported to fairy tale land, the officer should have realized that using her phone to call her brother in Miami shouldn't have worked. But it did.

She got his answering machine.

"Dex! Pick up the fucking phone! Where the fuck are you? Something is going on here and I really fucking need you right now. My cell is on. Fucking call me as soon as you get this message."

She slammed her desk phone and released the call.

Looking back up at Fray, Deb glared.

"The fuck do you want." It wasn't so much a question as much as an excuse to shout. Deb knew what the girl wanted, but she had larger concerns than paperwork at the moment.

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$Melaka Fray: AL: \m/$

i_grab
2008-03-07 09:08 pm UTC (link)

This woman had some mouth on her. Fray grinned.

"Well," the Slayer said, pursing her lips and making them make a popping noise, smacking them together, "I want to fill out a missing person's form. I know how this works, okay? My sister's a Law. You help me do that, I'll answer all your questions, cause I know you got 'em."

Mel raised an eyebrow and crossed her little arms over her chest.

"Deal?"

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i_unmask
2008-03-09 05:46 pm UTC (link)

To call Deb reactionary when stressed would be an understatement. Fray, with her knowing grin, had just push this Law a little too far.

Deb was quick. Her hands quickly grabbing Fray's shirt and slamming her backward against the desk. It wouldn't hurt, especially not a slayer, but not a lot of people expected a cop to actually act on their anger like that.

"If you are playing with me in any way, I swear to god I will make your life a living hell in return."

Deb's actions had gotten her fellow cops' attention. Some were moving to break up the action. Assuming Fray didn't fight back, Deb would be receiving a reprimand. The moment Fray struck back, the situation would be drastically different.

Deb still had Fray by the shirt, her face glaring just past a few inches apart. Her badge dangled from a chain around her neck and even she had not noticed that Miami PD had been replaced with City PD.

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i_grab
2008-03-10 01:25 am UTC (link)

Alright. NOT ruttin' cool.

Mel was flat on her back before she could blink, glaring at this chick with the attitude problem that was--impressively--worse than her own.

She glared, but she did not fight back. Fray wasn't stupid--she knew how Laws worked. She knew how THE law worked. She was always on the receiving end of something like this. She'd been arrested in Versi more times than she could count, and followed and watched by cops even more.

"Just..." Fray said, tensing all her muscles, just in case. "... like... home."

If she hit the cop, she could kill her. She knew it. Angry plus Slayer equalled lethal. So she didn't move.

Behind the woman, and in Mel's line of vision, another cop stood, angry, yelling about what in the hell did she think she was doing, and take her damn hands off the girl right now. Mel's blue eyes looked at the badge around the woman's neck, and flicked back to her face.

"Wherever you were, that ain't here anymore," she said carefully. "Look."

Fray set her jaw, and the man who had been yelling pulled the woman off of her and then let her go. The little Slayer sat up slowly, eyes trained on the cop. She was ready to run, ready to hit if she had to.

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i_unmask
2008-03-10 07:26 pm UTC (link)

A large cop who slightly resembled Doakes pulled Deb away from the kid. The two exchanged words with the larger man pointing at the door, "Take a lunch. Just clear your head for a few hours."

Deb looked from Fray to the fellow officer. The detective was still a bomb waiting to go off. She grabbed her blazer and put it on over her blouse.

As she started leaving the larger cop looked to Fray. He might be able to help her with that report. Deb still had no idea what was happening. Deb pulled out her cell to call her brother. Again.

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	i_grab 2008-03-12 03:29 am UTC (link)
	"So." Fray sat there on the counter, still, swinging her legs. "Missing persons?" The big cop nodded. And he walked away and returned with an empty report, putting it down next to her. "Name?" "Rose Red." The cop looked up at her like she must be kidding, like maybe the earth was spinning backward, now. Fray looked back, unimpressed. "What?" (Reply to this) (Parent)

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