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[ 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.

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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.

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"Then today's my lucky day," Jace deadpanned, letting his head sag to the right side as he took in the other. "So what were you doing with that guy anyway? I know what I did and even though you don't know it, I saved your life. You shouldn't hang out with that shady type of person."

Jace realized he was lecturing him like he'd been lectured his whole life. The eyeroll was meant for himself. "Look, it's a shitty situation all around. What's your name? I missed it during homeroom. I'm Jace."

"I was planning on hooking up with him, until you swooped in and freaking stabbed him," Kieron responded with a dark look. He knew that his phone would validate his story too if the police decided to hack into it. He had been talking with the guy for a couple of days, or nights more like as he hadn't really replied until sundown. Not that Kieron was thinking much on that, heck this supernatural stuff was still new to him.

"Kieron. What's yours?" he replied in a short tone, not interested in getting a lecture about his life choices. Heck he got enough of that from his brother. That said, deep down he was happy reconnect to him even if they hadn't been that close.

"Jace. Like I said," Jace answered, slightly irritated by Kieron's tone and his lack of picking up information the first time. At his reasoning, Jace winced. "You're too good-looking a guy to be going around messing with people like that. Where'd you find him - Blacklist?" The hookup site was notoriously used by Downworlders who thought they were doing the world a favor by taking care of the scum that answered the ads on there.

"He was bad news, Kieron, seriously. He..." Jace sighed, glanced at the ceiling. "He would have hurt you, bad." But maybe Kieron was one of those mundanes who liked the vamp venom? He didn't look like a tweeker.

"Look, I'm just trying to find someone. Nothing bad with that. And no it wasn't that site. Never heard of it. It was Tinder," Kieron replied with a frown. That site sounded scummy as hell.

"I can take care of myself," he then said. "Been looking after myself for years now. Nobody else would," he added bitterly. It didn't sound half as bad as it might. He had had brothers looking after him growing up instead of his no-good parents. But still that didn't last forever.

"So what you some vigilantly gay hero then? Saving cruising guys from Bad People by murder? Doesn't make you any better. Worse I'd say."

"Well, stay away from it," Jace said, worried that vamps were getting so tech-savvy as to start infiltrating more modern sites. "Or at least be sure you demand on a lunch date, at an outside restaurant before you meet up in the middle of the night."

Jace listened, then sniffed, still unconvinced. They were already in pretty deep, so what harm would he be doing? "Look, I guess you could call me that, but what happened wasn't murder. That was a vampire. He was going to suck you dry, and not in a pleasant way. That's all he was after, though he might have been gay before being killed the first time, I don't know."

Taking a deep breath, Jace looked around them and then leaned in, as if there was a vast distance between them. "You were in danger, Kieron. I'm just sorry you didn't get away before the body dissolved. It might have been a trap set up all along, and you were the bait.

"OK, fine. Meeting up in the middle of the night probably wasn't such a good idea," Kieron said. He could at least admit as much as that. He was probably not enough out of the hook-up mindset yet, despise making a promise to himself to at least give "settling down" a good chance. Maybe it was Charlie's influence to some extent. As Jace explained what that was, Kieron's face fell and he burrowed his head in his hands for a brief second. After giving himself a right telling too, internally, he looked up.

"Vampire, really? I thought it was bad enough with demons and wendigos running around. but of course there be vampires too. Next you'll tell me there's werewolves too, won't ya?" he sighed. He wished that he didn't attract this sort of attention.

"Obviously it was a trap. It wanted me for dinner and not in a nice way," he huffed in annoyance. "Guess I own you a favor then, eh Jace."

Jace's eyebrows shot up. So this guy wasn't completely in the dark. "Vamps and weres - not just wolves - but yeah, they're all around. Hopefully one of those weres will be springing us from here sometime soon." This guy knew about wendigos but was still looking to get some ass from strangers. People never ceased to amaze Jace at the lack of desire to live they had when a dick was hard.

"No, dummy. Not a trap for you. A trap for me." Of course, Jace liked favors being owed him, and even if Kieron wasn't a warlock, he was still useful. Maybe for the exact activities, he'd been hunting for in the first place. "You were just a tasty morsel. A bonus." Jace finally stood up and wet to the metal toilet. After thirty seconds of a strong stream, he flushed and tucked himself back in, hiking the pants up a bit. Since he was standing, he headed over to Kieron's bunk and gestured to it.

"Mind if I?"

In his defense he couldn't just stop living, despise knowing these things. He tried to tell himself that it wasn't super common, that bad things wouldn't spring at him. This however might just make him more paranoid though, and he wasn't fond of that.

"And you don't think escaping jail would end ourselves in even more trouble?" he said, sounding unimpressed. He'd rather stay and face the consequences and be declared innocent than running off. He didn't need the police to be on his tail.

"Guess that makes sense too," he shrugged and watched Jace's back. It did bring up a question as for how Jace got into the knows aswell. Or if the vampire was going for him and not Kieron. As he finished, Kieron shrugged again.

"Feel free to" he said.

So maybe they were makings some ground in the trust category. "I never said we'd be escaping. BUt I have friends in high places. If they recovered a body, it'll be so much ash by now, and without a body, they'll have nothing to charge us with, and my friends will make sure our names are wiped from the case, if not the system. " Jace spoke with confidence, but he'd lost track of the time, unsure how long it had been since they'd been hauled in.

Sitting down on the cot, Jace grunted. "Yeah, not much more comfortable than mine," he said, turning his eyes to look at Kieron's profile. "So, can you tell me about the guy you were meeting?" Jace paused a second then added, "Did you send him any..incriminating photos? Dick pics that showed your face?"

"Well it sounded that way, with you going on about werewolves and break-outs. If pop culture had told me something it's that werewolves are damn strong," he responded as he fidgeted with his fingers. He could really need a cigarette by now.

"First rule of dick pics, never send one with your face in," he said. He then shrugged. "But I didn't send any. But I'd chat with him over the last few days," he then admitted.

"Sorry, but werewolves are people too, and they hold normal, every day jobs. We're lucky. The one I'm thinking of is high in the police force. We just have to hang out a little longer." Jace hoped he was just held up with paperwork.

"Glad to hear you know that," Jace answered with a smirk, but he was nodding his head too, quickly back to business. "Then we'll have to get the phone that was at the scene, hopefully. Destroy it, so the coven can't come after you, or use you again." Jace took a deep breath, scratching at the back of his neck.

"Sorry about the blue balls, though."

"Well ain't that niffy. My brother is a lawyer too and he got me out of one of these messes before. Or at least managed to soften the blow," Kieron responded with a grunt. He then glanced over at the jail door, halfly expecting a wolf in police uniform come open it. Or at least one with a lot of hair like in that one Teen Wolf movie.

"I'll take a gamble and guess this coven is like vampire group. Not sure what they'd want with me other than my blood thou. Guess I ought to start wearing a cross of silver then," he said with a sigh.

"It didn't get that far."

"Then we probably know people in common," Jace said, not relishing the idea of the worlds intersecting more than they already have. But it made it easier that Kieron wasn't totally ignorant to the supernatural world around him.

"It's not just you," Jace said softly, leaning in so words were just heard by Kieron. "Meeting you got one of their own killed. They wouldn't come after you, but after the ones you care about. Then they'd take you out. I'd like to keep that from happening."

Pulling back a few inches, Jace put on a show of laughing, shrugging his shoulders. "So you didn't expect to get your knob slobbed in the middle of the night in an alley? Were you hoping to read poetry together?" His voice had gone back to its normal volume and cadence as if his private words had never been said.

"Well there weren't any vampires involved last. Unless those documents were of supernaturals," he said.

However at what Jace said next, Kieron's face fell. Suddenly he looked very scary, just as scared as he had been that time he found Vince dead. He couldn't bare having another sibling dead. He was thinking of Mark, Charlie... little Amelia. If anything happened to any of those, he might just drink himself into oblivion like his ol' man. "But I didn't do anything! You did... you'll be able to persuade them not, right?" he said his voice suddenly very thin. He didn't even acknowledge that jib, far too worried about the well being of his remaining siblings. He curled together, not liking feeling this powerless and weak again. He thought he had left that behind when he left home.

Crap. Jace might have laid it on a little thick. He hadn't expected Kieron to fold up as quickly as he did. "I don't negotiate with vampires, but I'll make sure we get the phone. On your end, just wipe your account and never use your whole name on anything when online. You'll be fine, I'll make sure of it." Through his promises, Jace's right hand had begun to rub on Kieron's back. Small, gentle circles.

"And when my contact comes in, just tell him where your family lives, he'll put someone on watch for a few days. Really, don't let this stop you from getting off." He hoped the jab would draw Kieron back out.

"At least the fucking demon didn't hurt anybody close to me before being banished..." he mumbled. He wasn't reassure by Jace's words, having heard promises like that too many times before and always ended up screwed. "I guess I have to tell them about this... I don't know if they'll believe me though, especially not Charlie. I can't... I can't keep them safe," he then added weakly, the burden of being a younger kid in the family showing. It was his brothers whom had looked after him.

"They live all over. Charlie has a kid which is barely more than a year old. The other two lives around here... Izzy, well I don't know where she's holed up. We aren't close," he said and went through the addresses in his head. "The police can't keep them all safe. Just take me to the vampires, let them finish me off instead of having my family hurt," he then said and looked over at Jace with determination in his eyes. He was even surprised himself at his selflessness. But then again, they had buried too many children in this family. It was better that he died than them. Once again he ignored Jace's jab, not being in the mood whatsoever.

Edited 2017-10-15 00:35 (UTC)

"Oh, relax some," Jace said, irritated. Kieron was turning into a drama queen and not responding to his jokes. "I went a little heavy, my fault. There are so many vamps out there and they can't do much during the day. Since your guy was meeting you, he was breaking very specific rules, and the majority of the vampires likely shunned him already. Unless you agreed to be a bleeder for them, he was acting in his own interests, not theirs, so they'll likely not care.

"And did I say they'd be cops? We have people in our employ who are better equipped to handle the situation. If it'll make you feel better, I'll put some of my own people on your relatives and I'll stay with you. While hey live forever, seemingly, vampires have pretty short attention spans, especially if the guy you were meeting was on the outs with them. I'll learn more about that when we get out of here."

Finally, Jace took a breath, his fingers gripping the back of Kieron's neck, increasing the squeeze, then relaxing it. "Did you use your full name on your profile? Most people don't. Do you share the same last name as the rest of your family? Did you mention them anywhere? If not, then the chances are even slimmer. Think, Kieron."

"Then what the fuck was all that stuff about "killing one of their own" and coven business about if they likely hate him already? Don't fucking give me heat for reacting like a normal freaking human being when you say those damn things," he swore heavily, now getting fired up, angry and annoyed. He moved away from the tattoo clad wanker and glared back at him.

However after a moment of space, he calmed down somewhat and looked back at Jace with less fury in his eyes. His features was still hard though but his voice had softened.

"Just do whatever you can to keep them safe. And no I didn't use my full name, just Kieron. But that ain't a very common name so it probably doesn't matter. I'm not stupid. I'm just... trying something new. Something other than a quickie in an alley," he continued, feeling slightly uncomfortable admitting it out-loud. He had been thinking ever since he realized he wasn't much better than his hated big sister.

Edited 2017-10-15 00:50 (UTC)

"Sorry!" Jace said, rolling his eyes. "Sometimes I don't take mundanes as seriously as I should. You have every right to freak out. It's my bad. Don't worry, I'll do what I can."

Jace actually laughed at Kieron's response, rolling his eyes again. "Yeah, so people probably think that name's made up too. You'll be fine. And it's good to get out there, find someone better than a blow and go. I'd still like to stay with you for a few days, just to be sure. You can either say yes, or I can stalk outside your place, and the weather's getting cold."

Before Jace could continue, he heard a door open. "But tell me now. I think we're getting out of here."

"Mundanes?" he snorted, annoyed. It sounded like an insult, like if they weren't good enough or something. He then shrugged. He knew his name wasn't made up. But he also had a feeling it was a misspelled Kieran because that seemed to be the common spelling in his experience. He wouldn't be surprised if his parents were drunk, high or both when they decided on that. They could just have gone for Kian.

"Sure, you can stay around my place if you want," he said, a little dismissive. His concerns weren't with him but his siblings. He had been fine so far.

As the door opened in the distance, Kieron looked up aswell. He really hoped they were getting out of here. He didn't like jails.

Edited 2017-10-15 01:08 (UTC)

"Great, then it's decided. I'll be staying with you. Now shut up," Jace said, giving Kieron's back one more scratch before standing up, arms against cole bars, above his head. He nodded to the large African American who led the group, the badge flashing in the light.

"Sorry about this," Jace said his tone slightly beseeching. "I know my boyfriend and I shouldn't have been doing what we were doing out in public like that, but we won't do it again. And it wasn't like..." A voice cut him off.

"We don't like to have our officers time wasted like this, Jace. You and Kieron need to keep it indoors. Maybe consider whips next time." The small portal in the door opened and Jace accepted the bundle of clothes while the other continued talking. Jace brought Kieron's clothes to him.

"We have bigger problems than two people trying to be exhibitionists in the middle of the night. Are we clear on that?"

Jace was dropping his scrubs and pulling back on his jeans. "Totally understand. I'm sorry. We're both pretty embarrassed about this. We'd just like to get home."

Kieron's eyes widened slightly at being called someone's "boyfriend". He had been a boyfriend before, but not exactly a gay boyfriend. But other than that he kept it together, even managing to flash a cheeky smile as if he had any idea what Jace was pulling here. He was grateful about getting his clothes back, quickly checking the pockets for his lighter and cigs. Ofc those had been removed tho. Well as long nobody snatched them he guessed he could deal. He then followed Jace out of the cell and when he thought he was out of hearing range, he whsipered. "Whips? That's kinky," he whispered, with a slight smirk on his face. He wasn't innocent to other sort of spices in the bedroom. But still.

"Would you believe I'm a skilled whipmaster?" Jace smirked, his own voice low, hand coming up to lead Kieron by the elbow out of the immediate area like any thoughtful, caring boyfriend would. "Maybe some food before I flail you," Jace said a little louder, laughing as he held open the door for Kieron to get out of the station first.

"Who said it was you who'd do the whipping eh?" he whispered mischievously. The thought was kinda hot. But at the same time, he didn't know a thing about this guy. He could just aswell be part of the mob for all he knew. Would explain some things. Not all obviously. The whole vampire hunter schism wasn't easily explained like that. He wondered if this guy knew the witch that helped him with that demon.

Edited (Gah grammar) 2017-10-15 01:45 (UTC)

"Everyone will get his turn, right? Even the gimp we keep in the basement har har har," Jace drawled as they stepped away from the police station and passed a few cops coming in for their shifts.

"But really," Jace said, letting go of his elbow, "whip, sword, and bow. Expert. So where do you live? Want some food?"

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Whoops, I forgot Jace already introduced himself

No prob, it worked out ;)

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