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Post by CHANCE IMARI on Aug 12, 2010 19:05:57 GMT -5
A sigh. Why were they making him patrol this area? They knew it was dangerous. But they also knew Chance had his luck with things. He was the most skilled on the force, doing everything in his power to protect the ones he cared for. Yes. He needed to take care of Alice. It was his job, no, his duty as her lover. He sighed. Yet they always sent him to the most dangerous of places. Why couldn't he patrol the park or something. That would be a lovely job. Patrolling the park, watching the kids play and hoping someday for a family of his own. He wondered if he would be a good parent.
He finished his patrol of the area and began heading back. He didn't look like much of a cop, wearing just a normal vest over a green shirt and some jeans, dogtags and his gun holstered hidden beneath his clothes. He walked back to his car, just a simple one. Not his personal car, but still one that rather fit into the shady neighbor hood. That's when he heard it. The footsteps behind him. He turned. No one. He shook his head and kept walking, waiting for that shadow to appear behind him. A pick pocket. Ha.
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Post by AXEL UNADE on Aug 12, 2010 19:16:46 GMT -5
A small shadow did move behind Chance, but it wasn't the so called 'pick-pocket' that he was expecting. Slowly a small cat moved out of the alley behind him. He must have been paranoid or something. It was to be expected from being around in this neighborhood. The meowed and wandered off back into the alley way probably looking for a mouse or something to chase around. (can you say cat and mouse? ^,^)
A ways down the street a figure clad in black staggered and wobbled on feet. He had long spiky red hair and green eyes, not that anyone could tell with the poor lighting on this street. He had probably been out drinking and was making his way home. He was dressed way to nice to just be a bum. As he got nearer to the other man he let out a deep breath and fell over onto the sidewalk.
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Post by CHANCE IMARI on Aug 12, 2010 19:19:46 GMT -5
Chance blinked a few times, looking over the drunkard on the road. "Ya know... I could have you arrested for being intoxicated in public." He muttered. He really hated drunks. Soft green eyes looked down at the man. He was just a bit taller than Chance, and maybe just a bit stronger. But Chance wasn't impaired by alcohol and had had years of training as a cop. "You live around here? I could escort you home... Mister....?" He asked. He would probably need to know this information later when he wrote up his report.
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Post by AXEL UNADE on Aug 12, 2010 19:26:03 GMT -5
Only a mess of garbled mumbling game from the man's mouth. He was obviously wayyy to drunk to get anywhere by himself. He wiggled around a little and let out a sigh. He started to mumble and the only thing coherent that could be heard was, "Axel"
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Post by CHANCE IMARI on Aug 12, 2010 19:32:08 GMT -5
"Axel huh? Interesting name. Don't guess you were born here." Chance sighed and offered the man a hand. He really really hated drunks. "Come on. Let's gecha home buddy." He looked around. It was getting rather dark rather quickly, and he needed to get home to Alice. This person was just making his day worse with his very existance. But hey. Ya gotta do what ya gotta do.
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Post by AXEL UNADE on Aug 12, 2010 19:36:33 GMT -5
The man on the ground smirked as the other male reached down. He let out a small laugh as he reached up quickly and grabbed the man's hand. As he did this was getting to his feet and pulled something off of his hip. It was a long and deadly looking knife. He twisted and pulled the man's arm around his back completely catching him off guard. He was still smirking as he brought the blade up to the man's throat. "Take out all of your cash and throw it on the ground against the wall.." Axel said in a silky smooth voice.
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Post by CHANCE IMARI on Aug 12, 2010 19:39:32 GMT -5
A small smirk on Chance's face as he slowly lifted his hands, brushing over his hips and grabbing his gun, pinning it to the other man's head as he proceeded to disarm him. "Heh nice try buddy. I'm a cop. You're under arrest." That wicked grin and fighting lust never left his emerald colored eyes as he kept the gun pointed directly at the man's temple.
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Post by AXEL UNADE on Aug 12, 2010 19:45:31 GMT -5
"You know.. for being a cop you aren't to smart. You shouldn't point a gun at someone when you are to close to them." He said as his hand quickly shot up and hit the gun out of the cop's hand. It sailed though the air and landed in a trash can near the mouth of the alley behind Axel. He laughed and quickly jumped back and reached down to his boot pulling out another dagger. "Just give me the money... i don't want to have to hurt you.." He said his voice a little rougher.
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Post by CHANCE IMARI on Aug 12, 2010 19:54:33 GMT -5
Chance felt himself laughing. "Why would I carry money in a place like this?" He asked. "What do you want me to do? Get on my hands and knees and beg for you not to kill me?" He laughed again. This criminal wasn't anything new. He stepped back a little. Dagger or not, he was going down. He spun down and kicked out, kicking out the back of Axel's knees, proceeding to grab his closet combat knife from his vest, and launching himself at the other male while he was off balance. He pinned the man's arms down, taking the dagger, sitting on his waist. "You sir, are under arrest." He clipped the cuffs onto the other red head and smirked triumphantly. "Now let's go. I've wasted enough time with you and I got a hot date tonight."
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Post by AXEL UNADE on Aug 12, 2010 20:06:11 GMT -5
"Ah... fuck! Get the hell offa me!" He yelled as he struggled beneath the other red head. For just a moment he thought about how kinky this was. Then in the next instant he was thinking about Akira. What would happen if he didn't get back tonight. He didn't think that the boy could sleep without his presence in the room after having him there for so long. "Please really get off me. I have to be somewhere."
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Post by CHANCE IMARI on Aug 12, 2010 20:11:17 GMT -5
"Should have thought about that before attacking a cop. I gotta be somewhere too ya know." He pulled the other man up and tugged on his arm, pulling him over towards the trash can, retrieved his gun and holstered it again, then proceeded towards his car. "It's funny. You'd be where ya wanted if ya hadn't attacked me." He opened the back door to the tiny little car. "Now getcher ass in there." He wasn't in a good mood anymore. He'd be late getting home to Alice, and she had been sick lately. He sighed and drove off, making sure everything was locked and secured. He wondered why they didn't give him an actual squad car, then realized he was doing 65 in a 30. Oh that was why. His reckless driving after a bust.
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Post by AXEL UNADE on Aug 12, 2010 20:25:37 GMT -5
Axel struggled in the back seat with the hand cuffs. Why had he picked today to forget his pick. He almost growled. Slowly he took in a deep breath and calmed himself. He looked around the car. It had all the same features as a regular cop car except that the glass between the driver and the passengers was a lot thinner. It looked almost as if it was put together in a hurry. Axel smirked and waited until they had just gotten passed a stop light. He looked up and they were going about 60. It was a little risky but he had to. He couldn't let Akira down. He took in a deep breath and kicked forward as hard as he could. The small clips holding the glass in place broke and slammed it into the back of the cops head. Axel wasn't wearing a set belt so he flew forward when the car slammed into something. Probably another car. He was dazed and could feel something hot moving down his forehead, but he ignored it and kicked out the side window. Its was obvious that he had done this before by how easily he crawled out and started running leaving a trail of blood behind him. He made it across the street and into an abandoned building. Blood trickled into his eye and he wobbled a bit, but he didn't stop running deeper and deeper into the building.
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Post by CHANCE IMARI on Aug 12, 2010 20:41:06 GMT -5
Chance felt the glass hit his head and slammed on his breaks as hard as he could, spiraling into a parked car. He felt woozy, the glass causing more damage than it should have. He felt the blood on the back of his head but couldn't really do anything about it. He tried to shake it off, looking around. Damn. that bastard had gotten out. How had he gotten the other window open? Well Whatever....
He looked at the blood in the backseat, on the sidewalk. Did he dare to follow that trail when it was starting to get dark outside? In an area like this? He sighed. What choice did he have. He opened his door slowly and stumbled out, his vision blurred from the impact. He shook it off a little, and began his pursuit after the red-haired male. It wasn't hard, he just had to follow the blood, leaving his own behind as it dripped down the back of his neck. But then again, he had never lost a suspect.
He followed the trail into a dark building, then almost lost sight of it. He growled a little but kept moving. He started to feel a bit better and moved quicker, hoping to maybe catch the bad guy before his soon to be fiance began to worry about him.
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Post by AXEL UNADE on Aug 12, 2010 20:47:17 GMT -5
Axel staggered though the building half blind from his own blood. He cursed and turned a corner. The cop was probably following him. He grunted and threw his body weight into a door forcing it open. It was, of course, empty. He kicked the door closed and looked around from something he could use to unlock the cuffs. A moment later he found a pen in the corner of the room. He slid down the wall and grabbed it breaking off the clip easily. With some trouble he moved the metal clip into the cuffs and popped off the clasp. He sighed and undid the other one. Suddenly his eyes shot up toward the door. He heard foot steeps. He didn't know if he could fight the cop off in the condition he was in but he was sure as hell going to try.
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Post by CHANCE IMARI on Aug 12, 2010 20:55:29 GMT -5
Chance had his gun drawn as he made his way through the building. He thought he heard a door slam and slowly made his way towards it. He stood outside it. "Come on out of there, or I'm gonna bust it down and shoot your sorry ass." He growled. He was tired of the games. Tired of the cat and mouse chase. "3.....2...."
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