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| When: | 21 March 2005 |
| Who: | Bronwen, Samantha |
| What: | Bronwen goes to visit and release Samantha at a request, as well as having similar acquaintances. |
Police Department
The main building for the Austin Police Department is your average multi-story building. The first three floors are for the detectives to use as they work their cases and investigate different matters that are called in. The top two floors are for the adminstration of the APD, including the Chief's office, the shift commander's offices, and the Dispatch Call Center.
It's the multiple basement levels that's the true core of the Police Department though. The first level are for the squad cars and the entry area for Central Booking; this floor opens directly onto the street by a ramp up to it. The next level down is a mix of a common area and shift lockers for the on and off duty police officers to use when they're on break or switching shifts. The third level down is the holding cells and long term cells for any 'visitors' that the police bring in.
Samantha is still sitting, slumped in a back cell, a cigarette in her mouth. That was nice of them, to let her have her cigarettes... of course, not a lighter. The warden lit it for her... She just now sits, slumped against the wall... in what is left of her suit, as her trench, fedora and belt have been taken from her... a gray form in a gray cell, surrounded by the gray mist of smoke.
The faint sound of murmuring can be heard near the cell room's entrance. It seems as though someone's come to visit and the sound of boot heels on concrete slowly gets louder as they approach Samantha's cell.
"...They told me I could have my cigarettes." Sam's husky voice states slightly...defensively. If they take away her smokes she is NOT going to be happy. The guy she got in here to protect is free..and she's still stuck behind bars, not enough money to bail herself out and not enough care to fight anything. Except for her cigarettes. She needs her cigarettes. She takes another long drag..
"Those'll kill you eventually, you know," the mahogany-tressed woman comments as she stops in front of the back cell. "Maybe not you-you, but yourself at any rate. So how'd you end up in here any way? A little more than the bare details I got from the report though, if possible."
Samantha looks up to the woman, brows lofting casually.."Lotta thing's'll kill ya... if I live long enough for these things to be it, then consider my life long and well served." She smirks casually, taking another long drag of the tobacco and staring u through the mist of it to the woman who has arrived..."..I was following a guy I was trying to help..he got arrested by the cops for causing a public disturbance and pulling out an illegal weapon.. i was right next to him so I got arrested on mutual suspicion. I don't got money and the cops tend to hate people in my field, so here I am."
"Now, now, PIs do have their moments of usefulness," Bronwen remarks with a faint quirking of her lips. "Although the incompetent ones are rather annoying after a very short time. Are you one of the more intelligent ones on the beat?"
Samantha gives a half smile.."Well..I'm sitting in a jail, and my charge is out on the street. As much as I'd love to say I was Philip Marlowe... I ain't too damned effective sittin' here." She takes one last drag of the smoke before tossing it to the floor, letting it burn itself out on the dank and damp concrete.
Bronwen leans against the bars. "So, Samantha Clark, other than having your hands tied at the moment, do you ever get them tangled from foolish decisions?" she asks. "Oh and one other question... just how much of a charge was the one that got out on bail earlier?"
"Not offical. Just something that seemed like a good idea. Poor guy got himself tangled up in some mad stuff and wild ideas about revenge, it seems. But it wasn't an assignment, as it were." Sam shrugs again, still not moving from her slumped area against the wall on the degrading bed. "And I do my job. I was good at it. Once."
The detective pulls a key out of her jacket pocket. "Well consider yourself sprung, PI Clark," Bronwen says, then adds, "Though don't thank me directly. But you seem to be a friend of a friend, as well as a comrade."
Samantha blinks slightly, looking at the key, then looking skeptically up to the dectective, though she seems to have caught onto what the relationship between them is... She nods, pulling herself lazily up into standing.."..Do I get my hat and coat back?"
"I'll see what I can do," Bronwen replies. "This took a bit of finangling and a whispered word into my ear. Sorry it took so long... now let's see if we can get your personals released."
Samantha nods curtly, pulling her sooty old blazer around her a bit tighter and buttoning the two buttons of it's double breast, hiding most of her form that might appear to be female but is now just drown in man's clothing. She follows after the woman.. pulling out another cigarette. "Thanks, doll."
Bronwen slides a glance towards her companion. "I'm far from that, ducky. Have you checked in recently, before this little snafu?"
Samantha shakes her head quietly.."..No.. surprised I ain't been fired off the job after the fuck up of last time.." Sam states coldly, a hint of true shame in her voice... She failed.. she hates that.
"Ha. If you haven't gotten an utter dressing down or been trained around the field a good dozen times, it must not have been that bad in the grand scheme," the cop remarks as she signs off the duty officer's sheet. "That or it hasn't been found out about -- yet."
Samantha shakes her head. "No.. no.. the higher ups know." She smirks to herself, "...it wasn't really anything I coulda helped, they say. Can't save'em all. Still is.. shit." Sam shakes her head, pushing one hand back through her ragged dark hair... pulling it out of her face.
Bronwen is passed a brown paper bag with the other woman's name on it, and she in turn offers it to Samantha. "That should be everything of yours. Make sure it's all there before you leave the precinct. 'We cannot be held responsible for any lost or stolen items' etcetera, etcetera. Though that would be slightly amusing considering this is a police stationhouse."
Samantha nods immediately, looking into her wallet.. whole of 2 dollars and 20 cents there, as well as her PIs lisence and drivers card.. she plops her fedora down onto her head and shrugs back into the rather.. down trodden trench coat she wears. Cigarette she's had in her lips is finally lit.."All there."
"Good. I trust you know where Fado's is, or can find it?" Bronwen asks, leading the way out of the holding cells area. "Or the Tombstone Arms. Fado's is closer to here if you're debating distance."
Samantha nods quietly.."Yeah..I passed it a few times. Why?" She asks coolly, now just clad in shadow, the way she likes it.. not looking quite so strung out as one cannot see her face.
Bronwen turns slightly to look over her shoulder. "Because I'd strongly suggest reporting in to get updated on just what's happening in the city. And your best source of our kind is there," she responds. "I'll be there after my shift. I'd rather not have to track you down in after finding out you effectively vanished."
Samantha considers that.. skeptically for a few moments, before just nodding.."..Aye-aye, ma'am. Ain't got nothin' better to do." And with that she gives a half salute and turns upon the ball of her foot, sauntering lazily over for the door.."Thanks for the help again, doll."
"Don't thank me, ducky," Bronwen answers back before striding towards the stairs and her desk on the floor above.
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