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maskormenacelogs2017-09-18 08:05 pm
siriusly) wrote in maskormenacelogs2017-09-18 08:05 pm
a jailbird, tweeting [OPEN]
WHO: Manabu, open
WHERE: Maurtia Falls police station
WHEN: Sept 13-19
WHAT: There is lots of time to kill in jail (see what happens when u take the time to kill and wind up in jail???)
WARNINGS: ? non?
[late into the night of the attack, Manabu and those Archdemon members caught and collected were routed back to the station. this process...Manabu expected to be learning this process from the other side of the desk. a few of the on-duty officers made note to mention, some recognizing him as the Nonah student. great first impression...
printed, photographed, and interviewed, there was nothing left but to sit and wait. with the Archdemon members filling up the holding cells, still fired up and angry for what had happened, Manabu was moved into an unused interrogation room for the early days waiting for time in front of a judge, and once everyone had been filtered through for their initial charges, Manabu got moved to the cell. hardly an upgrade...he kind of preferred the steel chairs and table to the bench and bars.
no bail. in this atmosphere? not only would a man with powers (even stupid ones, for some reason) was a flight risk. Manabu didn't bother to argue; it seems easier to stay compliant.
he had done the right thing, he knows. but all this time alone in the quiet, given nothing to do...it makes the mind run around circles and figure-eights. he's never liked brooding silence, inactivity...he's a man who thrives on movement, working for a goal. all this sitting and spinning? it's just maddening.
there's little hope spots in there, though: every couple hours, he was given his communicator back to receive calls. no tapping around on the Network, but at least he could check for messages, see if anyone was trying to reach out.
even better, visitors were allowed for brief amounts of time. chaperoned, of course, but the chance to talk to someone was terribly needed to stave off the anxiety and impatience creeping on into him. ]
WHERE: Maurtia Falls police station
WHEN: Sept 13-19
WHAT: There is lots of time to kill in jail (see what happens when u take the time to kill and wind up in jail???)
WARNINGS: ? non?
[late into the night of the attack, Manabu and those Archdemon members caught and collected were routed back to the station. this process...Manabu expected to be learning this process from the other side of the desk. a few of the on-duty officers made note to mention, some recognizing him as the Nonah student. great first impression...
printed, photographed, and interviewed, there was nothing left but to sit and wait. with the Archdemon members filling up the holding cells, still fired up and angry for what had happened, Manabu was moved into an unused interrogation room for the early days waiting for time in front of a judge, and once everyone had been filtered through for their initial charges, Manabu got moved to the cell. hardly an upgrade...he kind of preferred the steel chairs and table to the bench and bars.
no bail. in this atmosphere? not only would a man with powers (even stupid ones, for some reason) was a flight risk. Manabu didn't bother to argue; it seems easier to stay compliant.
he had done the right thing, he knows. but all this time alone in the quiet, given nothing to do...it makes the mind run around circles and figure-eights. he's never liked brooding silence, inactivity...he's a man who thrives on movement, working for a goal. all this sitting and spinning? it's just maddening.
there's little hope spots in there, though: every couple hours, he was given his communicator back to receive calls. no tapping around on the Network, but at least he could check for messages, see if anyone was trying to reach out.
even better, visitors were allowed for brief amounts of time. chaperoned, of course, but the chance to talk to someone was terribly needed to stave off the anxiety and impatience creeping on into him. ]
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Jacob doesn't care. He's thinking about Manabu right now. He's still wearing his armour, just in case anything goes down during the visit, and still sports fresh bruises from the fight as he sits down across from his pal.]
Manabu. Hey. You doing all right?
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it takes a beat and a blink to snap out of it, brightening when he sees who it is.]
Jacob! [he's relieved, but then he's suddenly not:] Ouh, they're not dragging you back in for more questioning, are they? I thought you already explained what happened!
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Don't worry, I'm off the hook. I'm just here to visit you. Are you all right?
[He had a lot of crooks trying to kill him in there. And he's under arreste for killing someone.]
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he nods once, though he's not much of a poker face: he's bored out of his mind and unhappy to be left with nothing to do.] Mm. I'm in here to keep from any trouble stirring up. Revenge brawls and all that. So... [huff. sigh, leaning back in his chair; it's not any comfier.] I just have to wait.
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[Jacob says it with confidence, but inwardly he doesn't quite have that much faith in the Maurtia Falls justice system. That's not what Manabu needs to hear right now, though.]
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[hesitating, fidgeting a little in his seat.]
Still. This puts a bunch of stuff on the line. I mean...can a police unit really allow a convict to join? That is--if that's what happens. I...I mean, I know it's well and understandable when it's in the line of duty, doing your job, that's expected...
[he grimaces.] I don't know the ins and outs of how things work here to be sure...
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I don't know how it works either. But I know you're not going to be a convict. All four of us will say you didn't do anything wrong.
[He pauses for impact, then:]
You saved my life, Manabu. Thanks.
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Aa, it's alright. It's my job! Or... [squinting a little.] Might be my job, aha. [he shakes his head, sobering out of self-consciousness.] But all the same...I'm relieved I made it in time. That was really dicey for a while.
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No kidding. They really up a hell of a trap for us, didn't they? If it wasn't for the other heroes... and the police...
[He pauses, snorts.]
Think this might be the first time I've been grateful for the MFPD. It was nice not having them shooting at us, at least.
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[he pauses for a moment, thinking. and then he just starts...talking his thoughts aloud:] Maybe...once whatever punishment's been decided...I might still have a chance to work in this field.
Maybe I can do it here in this city.
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Maybe.
[Jacob frowns, thoughtfully.]
If you ask me, I'd rather see you in Nonah. Maurtia Falls can be like a swamp. It's easy to get sucked down. No matter how hard you struggle, you don't go anywhere- just get more dirty.
[And Manabu's dirty enough after the events of the ambush. Jacob wants to see him grow as an officer, but hopes he doesn't have to lose the gleaming heart that makes him who he is. He doesn't want to see the boy tarnished and battered.]
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(he's a guy who's never truly seen rock bottom; how can he know how bad things truly are?)
so instead of seeing Jacob's point, he tilts his head, looking a touch confused.]
But...What about all the people already here, who need help? I think if I have any chance of helping things get better, I ought to take it. And since here's where it needs it the most...
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People need help everywhere, all the time. Sometimes there's something you can do, sometimes there isn't.
[He looks back down, meets Manabu's eyes.]
Archangel taught me the hard way that good intentions and a solid punch aren't always enough. Not in this town. Maybe you'd be able to do more as a cop... or maybe your hands will end up tied. Or worse.
[It's easy for Jacob to picture. Manabu the MFPD officer, being asked to look the other way on something, being told there's something in it for him if he does. Manabu doing the right thing, immediately blowing the whistle. Manabu being made a patsy, dragged through the mud in public, made a target. Like Archangel ultimately was.]
I don't want to see you get stuck in that kind of situation.
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...
Hmh.
[but Manabu could get away with some of that because there was someone to pick up his slack, or catch him when he messed up or froze. and even though Jacob's a reliable friend, he's not doing the same work. he wouldn't be around to have his back on the job.
Manabu frowns, looking down at the ground while he thinks on this, folding his hands.]
You think...I'd be wasting my time here?
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[Jacob thinks of some of the old heroes he once studied while investigating the Hornets. Some of them had focused on the Maurtia Falls underworld. They had done some good, helped some people... but the core truths of crime and corruption had remained like a stain that won't wash out.]
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Manabu slumps in his seat, his head dipping for a moment before looking back up.]
Here's where I usually stand up and say something like...'I won't know until I try,' or...'That's just quitter's talk,' haha. [his smile's grim.]
But that's naive, isn't it.
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You did try. We all did. And tonight, people tried to kill us for it, two years later.
It might not be naive. But actions always have consequences. Sometimes you can't predict what they'll be until they're already biting you in the ass.
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he huffs a little, trying to shake out of the little fog of dismay trying to settle in despite the encouragement.]
Mm. That's true. [sitting up straight again.] I'll do better to keep that in mind. I mean--if all this hard work is going to mean anything, then...I better be smart about where I land, if I can, huh...
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[Pat pat, then taking the hand away and leaning back.]
Like you did tonight. It's going to be hard to live with, but you did the right thing. I'm still walking around because of it.
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[ting, ting. Manabu cuts off, for a second confused before he realizes -- oh, that's the guard outside the door.
right.
his shoulders go down slightly, despite the smile he pushes on.] A...aa, I guess...time's up for now.
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[Jacob sighs, then stands up to leave. But not before reaching over the table again to grip Manabu's bound hand.]
Hang in there, man. You'll be out of here in no time.