corrupted youth.

the last place josie wanted to be was guarding a cell filled with intoxicated and agitated event attendees. she turned towards the young woman who carried herself differently compared to everyone else in the cell. she couldn’t give the blonde an exact time because truth be told she knew nothing else from there on out. “i’m assuming however long it takes to get you processed and in the system. we don’t normally keep large groups for that long. you might want to use your call on your employer to tell them you’re a little tied up and might be late, just saying.”

“excuse me, but are you saying this is going on my record?” she tried to ignore the noises made from other agitated festival attendants in the cell. obviously, they wouldn’t let her out. since she had one call, she might as well use it to call work. It’s not like she has anyone else to call. “Ok, that’s fine.” She tried not to give the officer any attitude. After all, she was just trying to do her job. She looked down for a second and slightly leaned against the bars. The cell was starting to feel a little stuffy. She didn’t really drink any alcohol, but her throat was starting to feel parched. She wished to know why they were holding so many festival attendants in the cells. Arrested for suspected theft. That’s another story emma can tuck under her belt. 

“Oh - alright. Shouldn’t be too hard to get you out. I hope.” Oliver offered, but he knew that the lawyers on the outside of the cells would work on releasing her too. Since she was part of the extended family. He let out a sigh when the question was spun towards him. His eyes rolled upward as he firstly grumbled out the word “babysitter”. He cleared his throat before he went into further detail, he wasn’t worried because Josie had already heard his story. “I had my gun on me, but my licenses was in the Lilah’s diaper bag that the babysitter took. So it’s all the babysitter’s fault.”

“thanks, I’m glad you believe me. I really didn’t do anything wrong. I guess they thought they could justify arresting and questioning me in an attempt to explain what happened.” The point is that she didn’t even know where the money came from or what the note said. They had taken the note from her too as “evidence.” Emma was sympathetic towards Oliver’s situation. He was arrested because he didn’t have the license to his gun on his person. “You don’t keep your Gun license in your wallet? Unless your wallet was in the diaper bag.” Emma has a thoughtful expression on her face and crossed her arms. She met the babysitter a couple of times, but it wasn’t like they had anything to discuss. “Sorry that happened to you.” She continued, “what even is the point of this? They’re wasting everyone’s time.” She turned her head slightly in exhaustion. 

“Not going to blow your cover.” There’s a tired glance cast in Rafael’s direction. Next comes the raised brows and a nod, clearly serious. Crazy isn’t quite the word for it. If anything, it’s mad— in every sense of the fucking word. Insane, angry, whatever else it fucking means. He doesn’t know.

“Living.” Barely. There’s hardly any hesitation as Lev reaches for the beer, bringing it up for a drink before resigning himself to simply hold it. No sense in putting it down when he’s likely going to finish it in under fifteen minutes. “Real fucking tired, though. It’s just fucking chaos at the house. Smart, not staying there. You should visit more often, though. Nadia’s always fucking baking something.”

x

Rafael held back from badmouthing the vasile house. It wasn’t that he hated the vasiles or their house, but that he always preferred to live alone. “I like being alone. You’d think someone like me wants to live with someone who could watch their back, but nah.” He added, “the people who want you dead are closer to you than you think. Isn’t that messed up?” He continued, “But I guess I’ll visit sometime, but there’s always some person there trying to play mind games with me.” Really, visiting the vasiles would be the closest thing to visiting his parents. Not that he knows who his parents are anyway. He asked curiously, “what sort of chaos is going on now? Anything I don’t know about?” He took another swig of his beer. “And if you don’t wanna answer, I’m fine with that too.” His voice trailed off. 

**

“I’m fine, I’m fine.” Or so to speak. Hadley looked up at the guy suggesting that they take shelter. “What do you think I’m doing down here taking a nap?” Her voice cracked as she spoke, the stress making her gravely voice go all squeaky. “Look you can go out there and get shot but I’m staying right here behind these bricks”, she motioned to the steps. “I mean, the cops have gotta come and break this up eventually right?”

“No…” his voice trailed off. “I was… trying to suggest that would be a bad idea, but I’m glad you saw through it.” He was a little nervous around her, but it seemed like she was scared as well. “I just hope the cops are able to keep the peace. I hope it doesn’t turn into some sort of riot.” He continued, “Do you mind if I stay down here with you? Just until the commotion dies down…” he took out his phone with a cracked screen. He could barely make out the words on his screen. “Shit.” Now, he had no way of contacting anyone he knew.

**

He cocked a brow as he watched others scramble around them. What the hell was this kid smoking? “I think it’s a bit more then people living.” Looking around, he let out a sigh. Last he’d seen Evelyn, she and Kayla were looking for a business to go into and use the bathroom. Please just still be in a building. “Look, did you see a little blonde with a baby in the bar? She’d probably have been looking for a bathroom.”

“If she’s hot, maybe.” He continued, “otherwise, sorry. I haven’t seen any women with babies. I was just at the bar and I doubt any sensible woman would take their baby into a bar.” He looked away for a second and let out another drag. Rafael noticed that the other male had a rather troubled look on his face. “You’re not a cop, are you?” He was only half-joking, but he was always suspicious of the people around him.

killian led them to a pair of seats near the end of the bar and ordered two whiskeys before turning his attention back to jack. “ nothing will ever compare to ireland. ’ ireland was home, it always had been and even with the traveling he’d done, he was sure that there was never a place as beautiful. “ but i know we can make a home here too. ’

X

“I guess you’re right, but this place isn’t so bad either.” For jack, Australia will always be home. “I’ve got to say... I really do miss Australia though, even while I was in Ireland.” Jack looks down at his glass of whiskey. “What do you miss the most about Ireland?” 

Location: location #9 outside Faux Follie Status: Open to location

At first, Hadley was confused. Even in disbelief as others scrambled about in hysteria. This shit was how people got hurt. People panicking, shoving others and not caring who they trembled over. It was just the fucking fireworks. Or that was what she had thought until she saw a man being held up by others, a dark crimson spreading from his side. With more pops filling the air, the blonde ducked down beside the brick steps to whatever business she was in front of. “What the actual fuck is going on!?”

the whole festival was in disarray after sounds similar to fireworks or gunshots were heard. aiden’s eyes widened, and everyone was running around. he shielded his camera, so he wouldn’t drop it. with his free hand, he attempted to pull out his phone and call his mother. he hoped she was alright. it wasn’t long before someone knocked his phone out of his hand. “hey-” then, it was tramped on, cracking the screen. he picked it up and threw it back into his pocket. he quickly walked to a nearby business before he was stopped by a woman who was freaking out. “sorry, i have no idea what’s going on. i’m as confused as you are.” he wanted to make sure she was okay. “are you alright? are you hurt?” he continued, “we should probably take shelter unless you want to try making it home.”  

Location: #8 Chicago BBQ trucks Status: Open to location

At first, many had assumed the bangs here just the fireworks that were wet to go off. Dallon wasn’t one of them, he’d experienced more then enough gunfire to know the difference between guns and stuff like cars backfiring. Out of instinct Dallon reached behind him looking for the glock that was often tucked into the waist band of his jeans but nothing. “Fuck”, he mumbled to himself. Just an hour or so ago he was thanking whatever deity there was that for some reason, he’d left his fire arm in the car. Now, he was cursing them. Looking towards the direction of the fire, Dallon’s brows pulled together as he tried to see where the shots originated from. “Did you see who started this”, he asked aloud to anyone around him.

x

hearing gunshots definitely did not faze rafael, but he was concerned he couldn’t find his weapons after leaving the bar. fuck, he should’ve known some idiot would find them and take them. the best thing, for now, was to act clueless. there was a chance that the gunshots were fired by the fool who stole his firearm. it wasn’t long before he was stopped by a stranger, who was asking him about the gunshots. “sorry, i don’t know anything. i was just leaving the bar. you should leave before some other shit goes down.” he quickly lit a cigarette and took a drag. “seems like people are living a little too hard.” 

@youngnwildx​

Lorenzo in the same cell? Oliver wasn’t surprised about that, but he was overly surprised to see the medic in the cell with them. His mind ran with different scenarios as he heard distance screams of a BARNABY in the distance. Who the fuck was Barnaby?  Oliver leaned against the wall and looked down to Emma with a pensive glance. Arms folded across his chest, so he could hide his hands. “Emma? What did you do?” Oliver whispered curiously, trying not to sound agitated with her.  

x

emma continued to stare down at the floor, still trying to process what was happening. “no, i didn’t do anything. i was just... in the wrong place at the wrong time.” she never planned on keeping the money, but she was arrested before she could turn it in. she finally looked up at oliver, who had his arms folded across his chest. her lips formed an awkward grin. “what about you?” she was not really surprised that oliver was arrested, but she was somewhat curious about how he was arrested. 

location: cell three // open to: @crimsonfaux​, @barnabyeaton​, @joeyoshea​, @youngnwildx​, @firstxbled​.

josie walked past all the cells seeing familiar faces ranging from people she arrested, people she was friends with, and even her own sister. she finally made it over to the third cell which contained a variety of people, none of them familiar to her with the exception of oliver faust who she arrested prior to coming to the station. she took a deep breath, walking over to the cell and looking inside of it, making a note of all the people there. “please don’t make this night any harder for me or yourselves. if you keep cool you’ll be out here by morning or even before then.” she said, folding her arms across her chest.

x

emma could not believe she was arrested for something she clearly did not do. however, resisting arrest would have only made things worse. how was she going to explain being late to work in the morning? she was in the wrong place at the wrong time. she should have known that a garbage bag full of money with a suspicious note was nothing but true. in a somewhat calm tone, she asked, “excuse me, what time will you let us out? i have work in the morning.” 

Open to: Everyone - Pat-downs and Arrests

Location: The Pint

Time: 10PM-ish

If it hadn’t been for the Mayor herself insisting he partake in this raid, Remy wouldn’t have bothered to even show up at the festival. He knew that Gianna was around here somewhere with the girls, the two youngsters likely stuffing their faces full of junk food and whatever else they could convince their mother into buying for them - after all, Gia was always a bit of a push over when it came to their kids. Shaking his head, Remy looked down at his watch and ticked down the minutes as he exited The Pint - just as sober as when he had gone in, unfortunately. He’d been on watch all day, wandering the streets and weaving his way in and out of bars and such whilst dressed in disguise as a civilian and knew that for tonight, he’d have to keep his head clear. A drunk detective was a recipe for disaster and not what tonight was all about. 

Finally, the time on his watch struck 10:00, and Remy immediately went on the move. He was, by no means, an unnecessarily rough guy, so he didn’t just start grabbing people left and right to search their persons. That would be assault. Instead, he took out his badge from his back pocket and flashed it at the nearest group of civilians before barking out orders and guiding the startled but thankfully compliant individuals to the side of the building, where he’d be conducting his searches. He instructed them and anyone on-coming to get into a single-file line for a mandatory pat-down. His gruff voice making it clear that there was no second options. Any runners or non-complacent would immediately be detained…and that was his one and only warning to the crowd, before he began.

Five civilians in and so far, so good. He nodded upon finishing his sixth, and patted the male on the shoulder once he was satisfied, “Good man, you’re free to go. Sorry for the trouble,” he apologized dutifully, before beckoning forward the next one in line. “You next,” he ordered, “Hands against the wall, legs apart.”

x

aiden had been busy with taking photos of the festival. he wasn’t planning on getting drunk or eating as much junk food as he could. it sounded tempting, but there were more important matters on his mind. his roommates were probably bar-hopping or doing god knows what. it wasn’t long before he heard a familiar voice. he turned to see the silhouette of his father patting people down. aiden kept a good distance from his father as he didn’t want to interrupt his work. however, he was curious what was happening. maybe it was for the best that he hid from his family. he had not bumped into his mother or his younger siblings at all.

he quickly snapped a couple more pictures before putting down his camera. it was no surprise that wherever there were large crowds of inebriated people, there was law enforcement. or was there something else that was going on? aiden quickly walked toward remy. he was debating if he should walk by like nothing was happening. maybe it wasn’t a good time to exchange pleasantries.  

his thoughts were interrupted by a drunk stranger who slung his arms around aiden’s shoulder. “shi-,” he suddenly exclaimed. “whoa man, you okay?” he wobbled for a bit trying to balance the stranger’s weight. “let’s get you settled down somewhere.” instead of walking past remy without being noticed, aiden bumped into someone. this caused the intoxicated stranger to fall due to the impact. aiden looked up. “oh, hey dad.” he awkwardly smirked.  

“You had downtime and now you’re not ready.” Spoken as swiftly and matter of factly as darts slinging through the air, landing their target perfectly. He glanced around the room once more before turning his gaze back on Rafael. “I’m good. We’re on the clock – it’ll be another week before they’re exposed like this again.” And Alexie hated to revisit targets. Better to get them the first time than make double the work. Less chance for them to be tipped off and give the Vasile’s a headache steeped in evasion and espionage.

x

rafael shrugged. “well, if you say so, but a quick refreshment isn’t going to affect our performance.” he figured they should get going. he watched as alexie shot the darts onto his board. “are you done?” he always thought alexie should loosen up sometimes, but it wasn’t surprising due to nature of their profession. as they were walking, rafael put on his leather gloves while casually talking. “so, what’s new with you, brother? seen any good movies?”

georgiana had always loved the festivals the city put on. so bright and shiny and exciting. always working to hide the dirty rotten underside. so be it. she’d bite. after all, everyone, all the business, always put their best foot forward. the least she could do was support local businesses.

the previous night, georgiana and a few friends had taken part in the pub crawl. that morning, she nursed her hangover before heading down to the flea market. basket of fries in hand, georgiana leisurely strolled along, taking in the merchandise of each booth. one in particular had caught her eye - it was overflowing with lush, green plants - when her body collided with someone else’s, sending her fries to the ground. “shit - god, i’m sorry. i wasn’t paying attention. you alright?”

jack was still fairly new to chicago so of course he jumped at the opportunity to participate in a local event. he spent most of the night walking around the festival. he wasn’t surprised to see so many drunk people just wandering around. he had done a quite of bit of drinking himself, but not enough to black out. he began wandering through a flea market, looking for anything that caught his eye.  

he felt someone bump against him. he quickly retorted, “watch where you’re going.” he quickly turned away when he realized he was yelling at some clueless girl. he muttered under his breath, “are you fucking kidding me?” he took a moment to gather his composure before turning back to her. “yeah, sure. whatever.” he could care less about the scattered fries on the ground, but he realized that he needed to a bit more charming. “so, what’s good here? i’m kinda hungry, but i don’t know what to get. and since your food got knocked over, maybe i can also get you something.” 

*

He waited for Rafael to open the door, rolling his eyes at how long it seemed to take the man to fucking open it, pulling out his pack of smokes in the meantime.

“Would you rather I kicked the door open?” Anton said, brushing past him, entering uninvited as he seated himself on Rafael’s couch, bringing the cigarette to his lips and making himself at home. He patted around for his light, cupping the flame to the end before  tossing the lighter on the coffee table before him with a clatter, not even bothering to ask if Rafael smoked in his apartment. Everyone in his line of work, at least in Russia anyway, were chain smokers. It was practically part of the job description. “Where is your ashtray?” He asked him, glancing about his apartment for something he could use.

.

“if you kicked the door down, you’d have to talk to the landlord.” rafael grabbed the ash tray from the dining table and placed it beside anton. he did not mind the smoke in his apartment because he was a smoker as well. he admitted it was a disgusting habit, but he has been smoking for as long as he can remember. it usually took the edge off and felt the best after a clean job. 

“isn’t it weird more places are trying to ban smoking, but really no one gives a fuck.” he added, “now they have those usb-looking things, and they call it vaping.” rafael crossed his arms and leaned against the wall. “what are you doing here? bored?” he raised an eyebrow.

status: open to all location: neutral territory

the man had managed to escape the office a bit earlier than usual after insisting that he had done everything that he’d had to finish for the day. it wasn’t a lie, but the real reason he wanted out was that his head was a bit of a mess and he was struggling to focus. the last thing he wanted was to make a mistake or end up writing something shitty because he was in the wrong mindset. his birthday was coming up shortly and it was always something that sent him into a sombre mood. he had headed for one of his favourite spots where he just liked to think; an empty building that had an open rooftop you could climb up to by the stairs attached to the outside of the place. legs dangling off the ledge, fergus fiddled with his carton of cigarettes before popping one out and lighting it. he had no idea how long he had been there just staring off into the distance before he heard the footsteps come up behind him. of course he wouldn’t be lucky enough to get some time alone. “yes?”

“oh, i didn’t think you would be here.” the words just slipped out of aiden’s lips. “i mean... hello.” aiden viewed fergus as a coworker since they both worked for the newspaper. “the view here is nice, isn’t it?” i usually come up here to take some photographs.” he briefly held up the dslr that was slung around his neck. “always better to stare at something else other than words from time to time. it’s easier on the eyes.” at this point, it felt like he was rambling, but he wasn’t too concerned about it. he wouldn’t be surprised if the other male preferred silence over his voice. 

“ whiskey it is then. ’ killian spoke as he pushed himself up from the pools edge. “ you can tell me about how you’ve been settling in. ’

it wasn’t long before jack followed the older male to the bar. “well, what is there to say? it’s still new to me. i know we’re here for business, but i’m curious what there is to do around here.” jack was far from having a normal life, but he was still human. “what about you? how are you settling in?”