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Woke Up In Jail

[ WOKE UP IN JAIL ]
Where are you? Why is your bed so hard? Why is someone peeing right by your head?
Oh right. Because you got pinched last night. Welcome to the slammer, baby.
• Post with your character name/fandom/options preferences.
• Use RNG to pick your possible scenario - or just go with what you'd like most.
• Reply to other people's tags. Use RNG or decide what your part in the whole kerfuffle is.
• Enjoy the confusion.
Reason(s) you're in jail:
1. Indecent Exposure
Nobody wanted to watch you strut around with everything hanging out, and someone called you on it. Hope they gave you a jumpsuit or you're going to be prison eye candy.
2. Drunk and disorderly conduct
"Wassat, occifer? No... I'm not dru-*hic* drunk. I'm unner the legal limit. Wooo!" No, no you're not. You're way over. Sleep it off, buddy.
3. Vandalism
Oh, you naughty thing. You got busted stealing that 'Chickens X-ing' sign. Or was it drawing boobs on the drive-thru clown? Either way, tsk tsk.
4. B&E
Apparently your friend didn't think you kicking in his window to sneak in and leave him a 'present' was as good of an idea as you thought it was. Well, no love for HIM. *hmph*
5. Grand Theft Auto
The car was BEGGING to go for a ride. It called to you with its sireny car-call. And you just had to answer. If it hadn't been for the damn spike belt...
6. Kidnapping
Trust me, there are better ways to get money to pay for your Bieber concert tickets.
7. Murder
Talk about being caught red handed. You got caught red armed. And faced. And front. You're messy.
8. Any/all of the above
Ooooh... You've been REALLY naughty, haven't you? Actually, you kind of scare me.
Relationship of the person tagging:
1. Cohort in Crime.
2. Person coming to bail you out. (or not)
3. Jailer/Warden.
Pfft who needs RNG? Bailing her lawyer out.
Arms folded over her chest as she stared into the holding cell the officer showed her to, once he stepped out she moved over to the bars and looked in at Lindsey. The look upon her face not terribly pleasant, since it wasn't everyday she was called to bail her lawyer out of the slammer.
With a sigh she places a hand against the cool metal of the bars while trying to figure out if posting bail would even matter at the moment or if she should just let him spend the night.
"They aren't telling me what you did, would you care to share so maybe I'll post bail?"
Their relationship was different to put it bluntly, he brought out a slightly different side of her though she figured the law firm he worked for was also to blame for that.
Sorry, it took me so long. You can ignore if not interested, I'm just behind on some tags.
"Because I didn't do anything!" Lindsey snarled, pacing back and forth between the bars and getting more worked up as he waved his hand in anger.
"It's that damn Angel, they put them up to this! Fuckin' Angel!"
He stopped and stared at Charisa, frustrated and angry and seething red. Literally, as Lindsey's face was flushed from how angry he was. "You have to post bail! It is the only way I can get out and they won't let me out otherwise. And once I am, forget my troubles, I am pressing charges!"
No worries. In this one we can go with them having been broken up for a while?
"Like I'm really going to buy that." Charisa's retort came back snappy of course, these days she had a hell of a hard time trusting the man before her.
A laugh came from her suddenly as she stared at him. As much as she missed the man at times she wasn't going to let herself get sucked into anything. "I don't have to do shit Lindsey, besides I don't even have the sort of money they want for your bail."
Glancing over her shoulder toward the door that lead out of the small room with the holding cell she rubbed her forehead. "How the hell do you know this was even Angels doing?"
Sure! If I can stop being slow. Broken up... which means Lindsey is one handed by now. >.>
"Just post the bail, I have the money." Problem was they wouldn't let him bail himself out. "I'd have done it a long time ago if they hadn't required a third person to be involved. I swear they're doing it just to make things difficult."
Peering at Charisa through the bars, Lindsey did laugh back with an angry, bitter noise.
"Cause it's always him." It wasn't much of an answer, but it would have to do as Lindsey began pacing again. "Who else's crazy enough to try putting up with something like this?"
:D Poor one handed Lindsey.
Charisa pulled her lips into a thin line to keep from making anymore comments about Angel, the vampire with a soul had yet to do anything to harm her so she had no reason to believe he was the blame for placing her ex in jail.
"I'll post the bail only if you say please." Her eyes follow him while he paces once again, which was actually getting on her nerves.
Placing her other hand through the bars she grabbed his arm to get him to stop. "Hey..."
You look too happy for that statement. D:
"Please post the bail." To his credit, he managed to say it straight, not even through gritted teeth. He always did get a good poker face for the purpose of facing court.
"I cannot count on someone else, to do this properly. If I let my bosses know about this, they will pull me off the case. I need this."
It's cause I made the wrong face...oh god. *Facepalm*
"Fine." She let go of the bar she had held onto the entire time and moved back toward the door, to go fill out the paperwork needed to get Lindsey out.
Stopping in the doorway she gave him a glance over her shoulder. "What happened to you?" She's of course meaning the hand, though she doesn't outright say it.
Big difference!! XD
A general question like that? Lindsey brushed it off easy enough.
"I am being held in prison for an accusation that was falsely made based on the word of a man," he used that term very loosely when referring to Angel, "who cannot be depended on. Will you please get me out of here?"
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With a groan she posted the money, having to write a check that about killed her but, she knew Lindsey would pay her back.
Once the papers were turned over she moved back to the cell and stared at him. "There, somebody should be in soon to let you out."
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"Thank you," Lindsey said, surprisingly sincere after being informed of the situation.
"Charisa... It's good to see you again." It was, and although Lindsey never intended to contact her again if not for this sticky situation he got himself in, he was glad that he did. At least he knew he could still rely on someone to get him out of jail.
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"You owe me," the words came out in a bit of an annoyed hiss as she glanced down when he spoke again.
"You're only saying that caused I bailed your ass out of jail Lindsey."
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"I will write you a check," he answered smoothly, therefore ending that brief sincerity that she didn't seem to have picked up on anyway. Too bad, it had been nice between them while it lasted.
"Maybe I was. Now, would you prefer to pick it up or should I have it sent through mail?"
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Charisa went silent afterwards suddenly wondering why the words came out the way they did, she was going to tell him to mail the damn thing and then her mouth came up with some different on the spur of the moment it seemed.
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"It will be ready for pick-up tomorrow morning," he confirmed, calmer now that he knew he was getting out. "I will leave it with Janet. She's my new secretary."
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Charisa slipped away from the cell as one of the officers made his way inside, keys out to unlock the cell and let Lindsey out.
"You're free to go Mr. McDonald."
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