maskormenacelogs | The Framing of Alfie Solomons

[As the sun began to rise in the sky, a small blob of viscous blue goo slithered its way forward, seeming to blend with its surroundings even when it left the shadows, barely visible as it stretched up some steps and towards a front door.

What did the average person do when someone told them something that they didn't want to hear? They might at first be angry, then after a time come round to acceptance.
But Gemini was not one to let a good grudge slip, she was still stuck on the anger phase, and would not be moving on until she had done something about it. Alfie Solomons would pay for his defiance and Gemini would thoroughly enjoy herself in the process.

Alarm systems were meant to detect a door being illicitly opened, and were simply not designed to detect the small blob of Gemini's form as she began to ooze through the minute crack at the bottom of a particular apartment's front door. Once her substance was through the aperture she quickly and silently began to bubble up against the back of the door, spreading across it and flattening in a paper thin layer, seeming to vanish into the surface as she took on the same colour and texture of the painted door.

Sooner or later Alfie would wake and get ready to leave, and then Gemini would set her plan into motion.]

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[Like most mornings, Alfie wakes at about a quarter to seven. There's no sound of an alarm clock, but Gemini will hear the stirrings of movement in the bedroom. A few minutes later he pads into the bathroom, and once he's showered and shaved, he heads for the kitchen dressed in a bathrobe. He eats his yogurt and leftover oatmeal slowly, perusing the a day-old newspaper as he does so. Finally, at eight, he'll drop his dirty dishes in the sink and go back to the bedroom to dress. Before leaving, he'll even pause by the door to put on his hat and coat, which will likely be helpful to her.]

[Unfriendly eyes watch as Alfie moves about his apartment, the observations adding to Gemini's mental catalogue of his mannerisms, every little detail she sees going towards making her imposture more accurate. Patience isn't her strong suit, but thinking of the payoff keeps Gemini still as she watches Alfie eat and go to dress, all the time waiting for just the right moment.

There! As Alfie fiddles with his coat a block-tipped tentacle erupts from the back of the door, lancing out with just the right speed and force to knock Alfie unconscious and not smash his skull.]

[He doesn't even stand a chance. He's out like a light, flat on his back. He doesn't even have time to regret not installing security cameras - though when he wakes up, that'll be one of his first thoughts.]

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[Alfie Solomons is sitting in a holding cell, reclining on a cot with his feet up and a power nullifying bracelet around his ankle. His head is still aching a little, and his eyes are closed, but it's a ruse - he's very aware of what's going on around him, and they'll pop open the moment someone comes near the cell.

He knows what happened. That much is clear and obvious. What he hasn't figured out yet is who, or why. He has some theories, and some leads he'll want to follow up on, but nothing really concrete yet. That'll change, he thinks, the moment he gets out of here and can start talking to people.

Fucking hell, what a ridiculous day.]

[The tentacle retracts slowly, pulling back towards the mass now emerging from the door, a mass which steadily gains humanoid shape, colours and textures warping until an exact duplicate of Alfie Solomons, clothing and all looks down at the real deal on the floor.]

You're going to regret not taking my offer Mister Solomons.

[When she speaks it's with Alfie's exact pitch and tone, and after a moment she leans down, yanking his hand up to peer closely at the fingerprint patterns on his hand, her own fingers rippling into exactly the same configuration. Now that she's so close to him Gemini's more than a little tempted to kick Alfie in the side and break a few ribs. But that would add unwanted evidence of her presence, so instead she rises, making a final check of her appearance before walking out the door.

It was time for Alfie Solomons to be a bank robber.]

Maria Lopez, staff sergeant at the Maurtia Falls Police Department's Fourth Precinct clocked off for the night, leaving the station and heading home after a hard day's work. Only a few minutes later Maria returned, telling the duty officer that she'd forgotten something and asking to be buzzed back in, which the man was only too quick to do.

Moving through the station like she belonged, (and who would question it), it took Maria a little longer than normal to locate the main surveillance room, stepping in to make small talk with the officer there, distracting her while an elongating finger crept into the computer monitoring the cameras, severing the power supply to the cooling fan. It didn't take long for the system to overheat, the screens suddenly going dead, drawing a gasp of concern from Maria and her colleague.]

I'll go check on the prisoners. [Maria assured the other officer, feigning dismay at the breakdown and immediately making her way towards a very particular cell. Pulling the nightstick from her belt, 'Maria' ran it along the bars to gain the occupant's attention, smiling a thin vaguely malicious smile as she looked over at him.]

How are we Solomons, comfortable?

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[His eyes flicker open, and he stares at her, unblinking.]

Yeah, it is. Nice for a prison cell.

['Maria' leans casually against the bars, amused smirk still playing at her lips as she meets his unblinking stare.]

Get used to it, you'll be in one like this for awhile. Still that's what you get when you break the law...or piss someone off enough that they decide to put you here.

[He raises an eyebrow.]

I'm an imPort. Yeah? You lot don't imprison us. I'll be out and going about my life soon enough.

[In Victorian England thieves got the death penalty, seeing Alfie's attitude makes Gemini wish they had the same laws here.]

Ah yes of course you get a Probation Officer following you around instead. Prison sounds preferable. [She cocks her head, smile widening as she taps the bars again.]

Gonna share any of that money you stole with me Solomons?

Prison sounds preferable. Really. You must have some very nice prisons.

Maybe you should volunteer to stay in one if you like them so much. ['Maria' returns deadpan before her tone turns sharp.] You didn't answer my question Solomons. You want me to come in there and beat what you did with the money out of you? [Gemini's enjoying playing her corrupt police officer role, although she lets the mask slip a little with her next mocking words.]

Oh that's right, you don't know where it is do you?

Seems to me--

[He reclines back against the wall, watching her with half-closed eyes.]

-- that you've already made up your mind, haven't you? So why are you asking me?

I'm asking to rub it in your face.

[Her grin grows more malicious, her lips starting to twist literally as her face starts to move unnaturally, twisting, morphing, her voice sudden;y entirely different.]

Because I'm the one that put you in there.

[And, soon enough, she'll reach the point in her transformation where she's recognizable to him. God, this woman is insane. But he makes sure to stare at her, unblinking, his face blank.]

... Yeah, do I know you?

[Gemini keeps the uniform and body shape, just altering her face back to her own to show him who she is and to gloat, although a spasm of anger, swiftly repressed, passes at his reaction.]

Don't you remember our meeting in they alley? I made you a perfectly reasonable offer which you refused and now you're here. I'd call that fitting.

[He sits up and leans forward, squinting at her.]

No, nope; can't say that I recognize you.

[It's a lie, of course, but one that seems to be getting the effect that he's aiming for.]

[Gemini can recognise when she's being baited. Her response is to wind an elongating arm through the bars, and jab the nightstick into Alfie's gut.]

Very funny. Recognise me now?

[Her features shift again and this time 'Alfie' stares back at Alfie, his features, but Gemini's venomous smile.]

[He makes a quick grab for the nightstick. If he can catch it, he won't try to take it, but he'll hold on hard.]

[Gemini doesn't seem too bothered about Alfie grabbing the nightstick, the reason becoming clear a moment later as his fingers close around it. For a moment it's just a normal nightstick, but then it softens, oozing between Alfie's hand and pulling away back towards Gemini.]

I wonder how long they'll keep you on probation, long enough to make your 'business' activities doubtless. [She muses out loud, trying to prod Alfie into a reaction.]

You're not a very good police officer, are you, if you don't know that.

[He sits back again.]

It's two months, yeah, if I'm convicted.

I don't need to be for long, although I suppose I could keep this up just to watch you stew.

[Despite the smile playing at her mouth Gemini's eyes are as cold and hard as flints.]

Two months isn't so bad, although it'll be longer if you decide to start talking about me.

[His eyes go wide, but it's mocking, not genuine surprise.]

Goodness. That's fucking terrifying, that is.

[Gemini's smile drops immediately, an inhuman hiss escaping her as she moves up to the bars and passes right through them with a vaguely liquidy squelch. As she does so the shape of the policewoman begins to drop away, replaced by a monstrous creature which towers over Alfie, flexing razor sharp claws menacingly.]

Scared now?

Nah. No.

[And while it is a horrible-looking form that she's taken, he's telling the truth. It's starting to get a little harder to keep the annoyance out of his voice.]

These fucking parlor tricks, right - they just don't do it for me. Understand? Yeah. Now - are we done here?

Really? Then I'll have to do better. [She hissed in the creature's awful tones, lashing out a hand to clamp around Alfie's face, the 'skin' adhering to it tightly in an air-tight seal.]

Go on, mouth off now, oh that's right you can't. [Gemini gloated, not releasing her grip, sadistically waiting for Alfie to begin trying to struggle for air.]

[He digs his fingernails hard into her, hoping to draw blood. Instinct tells him to struggle, but he's going to push that off as long as he can - she's clearly stronger than him physically, and he doesn't want to waste his energy on an effort that isn't going to accomplish anything. If she keeps it up long enough, though, that survival instinct will take over, and he won't be able to help thrashing around.]

[There isn't any blood to draw, and even if there were Alfie's fingernails don't pierce the skin, his fingernails scratching ineffectively against her elastic flesh. It does make Gemini tighten her grip though, pressing her other hand to his chest to forcefully hold him down while driving the air out at the same time.]

[It won't be long before he passes out, or at least comes very close to it. His grip weakens, and eventually, slackens entirely, hands dropping off of hers.]

[Smothering people is something Gemini's very practised at, her grip does not falter as Alfie weakens, gauging the number of attempted breaths and the beat of his heart, holding on until the last possible moment when she suddenly lets go. The image of the policewoman now back complete with vicious smile.]

Shall we do that again? I'm keen if you are.

[He doesn't answer. His head swims, and he moans.]

Aww poor little Alfie not feeling so good?

[She pouts in a mock baby tone before slapping him hard, to get his attention.]

[That just rattles him more - his head jerks back violently with the slap, without resistance, and then lolls to the side. He's still conscious, but just barely.]

Urgh! [Gemini rolls her eyes and snorts in disgust, leaning down to speak clearly into his ear.]

Talk about me, and you can look forward to more of that and much worse, groan if you understand me.

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[There's no response.]

So fucking fragile. [Gemini murmurs to herself angrily, resisting the urge to stab Alfie somewhere painful to get him to pay attention. The police might notice that and ask questions, she can't afford to leave a mark.

Hoisting Alfie up by one hand she dumps him unceremoniously on the bed, so that if he does pass out it'll look like he's sleeping and not unconscious. While she could call a doctor herself Gemini's not feeling that charitable. Passing back through the bars she looks back at Alfie one last time, speaking loudly and clearly before heading off down the corridor, her words lingering behind her.]

Remember what I said!

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