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Post by redtopaz on Jan 5, 2009 7:56:07 GMT -5
As James' would have it, luck was. Mercedes, still suffering from what was proving to be a rather more severe concussion than she was giving it credit for, raced right past him. Her vision was getting decidedly fuzzy and she hadn't been expecting him to lie down. If James had kept running, she might have caught him, but his fortunate tumble saved him from capture.
Mercedes pursued her long lost prey until the dizziness made her stop and lean against a tree. When she next looked up, she noticed she was back on the edge of town. Blood was still freely pouring down her temple and cheek. Mercedes groaned. She hated to do it, but she should probably get to the hospital. She was beginning to feel like a regular.
Stumbling foreword, dabbing her fingers at the side of her head, Mercedes truged on toward the hospital, not bothering to look back to see if Diaspro had dared to chase her into the town limits.
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Post by Jules on Jan 5, 2009 20:02:41 GMT -5
Diaspro came crashing through the woods, looking for James, after a long while waiting to see if the annoying twit was coming back. Her arm ached more than she wanted to admit, but she was pretty sure she'd clunked the woman rather hard.
Which was actually a bad thing. What saved James' head from getting crushed in was the loud noise of Diaspro's approach. He was able to cry out before she trampled him. Pulling up short, Diaspro looked carefully at the ground until she was able to see him and yank him up, setting the trembling man on his feet.
"Come on. We have to make sure she gets to the hospital If she dies, we'll be in even more trouble."
James thought it made sense and waited for her to break the handcuffs. But she didn't even seem to notice. They trekked through the woods as quickly as possible, they could see her figure in the near distance, in danger of melting from view if she got too far in among the springing up buildings.
"WAIT UP!" Diaspro called, not thinking it would work, but it might make the woman pause long enough to give them a chance of catching up.
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Post by redtopaz on Jan 6, 2009 4:41:05 GMT -5
Ordinarily, being yelled at made Mercedes go military-grade defensive. With a concussion, all it did was make her trip. She flung out her hands, catching herself on them and then proceeded in starring in amazement at the scraped skin. She hadn't tripped in almost ten years!
Her second reaction, upon turning and seeing who it was that had called out to her, was to jump to her feet and sprint toward HQ. It was several miles away, but if she could lead them far enough into the city, she might be able to call for reinforcements.
Unfortunately, her usual grace and fluidity of movement was lacking. She stumbled as she ran, significantly slowing her progress. She wouldn't be all that hard to catch.
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Post by Jules on Jan 7, 2009 21:07:55 GMT -5
Not hard to catch for someone who wasn't Diaspro. "Run ahead James, grab her." As he moved to do so, she easily snapped the chain joining his cuffs.
And the only reason James had the courage to do so was because Diaspro had asked of him and he was in mortal fear of disappointing her. So he picked up his pace and chased after the injured cop, able to step infront of her in a matter of seconds, blocking her way since he still couldn't use his hands.
"Hey look, we'll help you get there."
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Post by redtopaz on Jan 7, 2009 22:03:48 GMT -5
Mercedes lashed out on instinct. She spun a kick straight at James' head. It was glancing, but she felt immensely glad it had landed. Then what he'd said sunk in.
"What?" She wanted to shout 'Yeah, right!' at them, but felt it was a rather immature response. "I've no reason to trust you," she settled on hissing.
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Post by Jules on Jan 7, 2009 22:22:39 GMT -5
James staggered back and yelped. "We don't want a dead cop on our hands. We need to make sure you get to the hospital. Purely selfish."
He would've moved to support her but he was worried she'd kick him again. So he maintained his distance, but was tensed, watching for signs that she was going to try and run again.
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Post by redtopaz on Jan 7, 2009 22:46:29 GMT -5
Mercedes hated calling for backup. She'd only done it twice in her career, but she was feeling like a cornered cobra. Spitting mad, but with no where left to turn.
Raising her wrist, keeping her eyes locked on James the entire time, she pressed a small red gem inlaid in a silver bracelet. A pulse, like the aftershock of a bomb, went out from the red gem. The generated wind ruffled her braid. She knew that withing minutes every LOS would be rushing their location.
"It's over," she said with a smile. She might be injured, but she could detain him and his rock-head partner long enough for the cavalry to come.
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Post by Jules on Jan 7, 2009 23:30:41 GMT -5
James stared at the woman in horror, and rushed back to Diaspro. But when the moment he started to run, he was tackled to the ground, and he could hear the angry, stony voice of his boss shouting her protests from a little ways in front of him now, but he couldn't lift his head up far enough because someone heavy was sitting on him as he was cuffed again.
He was hauled to his feet and twisted to face Mercedes and shoved roughly forward. He fell to his knees and remained silent as he was read his rights.
Diaspro was not so much pushed as lugged next to him, and nothing they could do would make her bend knee. It looked like she'd landed a few good blows on the back up as well, but they'd overpowered her quickly enough.
"What do you want done with them?" One lower-ranking officer asked, feeling smug.
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Post by Marguerite on Jan 11, 2009 19:35:53 GMT -5
Richard took "sending in the cavalry" literally and came leaping over hill, dale and anything rude enough to be in his path astride Copenhagen. He was quite in his element.
"I say sir!" he roared, leaping over someone with the bad manners to be where his horse wanted to step. "I say sir, have you no sense of common decency?" Richard drew out a gun while letting Copenhagen, completely freaked out by having jumped in front of Things Unfamiliar to Copenhagen, rear up dramatically. "If you've injured an officer, you don't keep fighting with them, but start negotiating! Now, unfortunately, you'll have to negotiate with me, and I ain't got much patience. I do, however, have several loaded pistols. Let her go!"
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Post by Jules on Jan 13, 2009 23:14:38 GMT -5
ooc; neither James or Diaspro are touching Mercedes ><
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Post by redtopaz on Jan 21, 2009 1:39:34 GMT -5
Mercedes was just about to give the low ranking officer instructions when the new field officer and his horse came bounding onto the scene.
Mercedes looked askance at the eccentric Nightmare. She wasn't the only one. The officers around her seemed quite surprised as well, but fortunately had enough training not to loose their heads.
Mercedes shook her bleeding head slowly and the stopped. It was making her dizzy.
"You're a little confused, Richard," she said, testily. The man had his heart in the right place, but sometimes...
"This is the wanted criminal, Diaspro, and her accomplice, James," She pointed to the two restrained Dreams.
"They've just been apprehended," she explained. Having said that, she turned on the officer holding Diaspro back.
"Take her and," pointing at James, "him to HQ for processing, and then, I think, you can get them set up in a nice comfy room at Rissa," she ordered. The officer nodded. Mercedes scowled. Her head was throbbing.
"Well? Go!" she snapped, her irritation spurred by a righteous headache. She turned to Richard.
"Can you get me to the hospital?" she asked, swaying faintly.
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