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Post by Chiba Mamoru on Apr 5, 2009 2:19:47 GMT -5
Mamoru’s head was really pounding by this time and he was finding it hard to think clearly because of it, but what Lucan was saying made some sense. The guy had hit him and he had hit back, that much he was certain of. It was true that he probably would have hit the guy again if Motoki hadn’t fallen, but that hadn’t happened so he didn’t need to worry about it. “I didn’t hit him again, just the once but I might have broken his nose.”
His attention wavered just a little while Lucan began talking about the police. He didn’t really pay that much attention to what the police did as he had never had a reason to be near them. However, Mamoru vaguely did recall knowing that the Tokyo police had a habit of arresting everyone involved in a bar fight. He wasn’t really sure why he knew that, but he did.
Lucan’s next question brought his attention back to the subject at hand and he said, “They put Motoki, the guy, and myself in the same cell.”
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Post by Chiba Mamoru on Apr 5, 2009 2:48:27 GMT -5
Mamoru's spirit couldn't help but lift just a little at Lucan's compliment. It didn't really help to ease the humilation of the night, but hey at least Lucan thought he could throw a punch.
He listened to everything Lucan was telling him to do, committing it to memory so that he could actually carry out the orders. After all, Lucan knew what he was talking about. Mamoru was certain that everything he was saying would make it that much easier to rescue them from this nightmare. "Right, we'll do that ..."
Mamoru hung up the phone after Lucan did and turned back to the smirking officer to let him know that he was finished. Within minutes he was back in the cell with Motoki.
He quickly grabbed his friend and pulled him over to the farthest corner as he had been instructed to do and said, "Lucan said he'd be here in a few minutes. He says we aren't to sign or make statements, we aren't to talk to anyone but ourselves, make jokes to the officers, don't make eye contact with anyone, and don't respond to taunts until he gets here."
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Post by Furuhata Motoki on Apr 7, 2009 23:23:19 GMT -5
Motoki had been left in the cell with fight guy while Mamoru was off making his phone call to Lucan. Luckily for Motoki, fight guy stuck to the other side of the cell, grumbling to himself about how he'd show that stupid guy who punched him just how hard he could really hit as soon as he sobered up. Motoki shimmied to the far end of his bench, as though he could put some distance between himself and offender. Motoki hadn't been involved in the fight, except to try and talk sense into Mamoru, and he certainly had never seen this side of a prison cell. Actually, he thought to himself, he'd never really seen the other side either. Motoki didn't practice criminal law. All his cases were in the area of civil law regarding business contracts between large companies.
On the other side of the cell, fight guy threw up all over his bench.
Motoki decided that jail was the last place he ever wanted to be again. Note to self, he thought, avoid going out with Mamoru in the future. Even as the thought crossed his mind, he pushed it aside. This wasn't Mamoru's fault anymore than it was his, and he'd already promised his friend that he'd join him at the New Year's Eve party.
A cop passed by the cell, wrinkling his nose at the smell that came from fight guy's side of the enclosure. "Come on buddy," he called out, opening the door and beckoning to fight guy. "Let's get you cleaned up and you can take your phone call. You," he said, motioning to Motoki, "Will have to wait until your friend is back."
Motoki simply shrugged and huddled in his corner. Mamoru had friends in higher places than Motoki did, and he decided that leaving the task of getting them out and their names cleared would better fall into Mamoru's court. He looked up as Mamoru was herded back into the cell. He grunted softly when Mamoru pulled him into the corner - Motoki was surprised he could still move any further away from the other side of the room, where the odor of the vomit was now drifting unpleasantly to his nose. As Mamoru babbled on, Motoki inclined his head towards the other side of their prison cell, "At the moment, we're alone. Let's hope your friend arrives before they put vomit-man back into the cell."
Motoki felt his own stomach lurching a little. He cursed himself for that fifth beer, then extracted himself from Mamoru's grip and settled himself back down on the bench. Despite his high tolerance, as he sobered up, he could feel the alcohol sucking at his brain, giving him a slight headache that only promised to get worse as time went on. "Think these guys would spare some advil for a friend of a former highly ranked government person?" he asked, then quickly looked away hoping Mamoru wouldn't take offence to the comment. He hadn't meant to be insulting, he simply wasn't thinking at full brain power.
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Post by Chiba Mamoru on Apr 8, 2009 10:40:13 GMT -5
Mamoru glanced over toward the side their cell-mate had been on, noticing for the first time that the man wasn’t there. That had escaped his notice upon reentering the cell, a fact that irritated him just a little. He usually was observant enough to notice whether someone was in the room with him or not, but he figured it was probably due to the events of the night. He wrinkled his nose distastefully at the sight and smell of the vomit before turning his attention back to his friend. “Lucan said he’d be here in a few minutes, he’ll do what he said.”
He leaned back against the wall, content to just sit there and suffer silently through the beginnings of a hangover, while mentally berating himself over how stupid it was to get both himself and Motoki into this situation.
Mamoru glanced over at Motoki irritably at his comment. Still he couldn’t blame Motoki for being somewhat annoyed at the circumstances and so he merely shrugged before muttering, “I wouldn’t see why not, just ask them ..” That was when he heard Lucan’s voice down the hall asking something about a man and the hospital. His previous dark mood lightened a little bit more with the hope that they would soon be on their way out of here. He glanced once more at his friend, previous irritation forgotten as he added, “See what did I tell you, Lucan’s already here.”
He returned Lucan’s nod, watching curiously as he intimidated the officers. Mamoru had a high level of respect for police officers, after all they put their lives on the line attempting to protect the city from all sorts of things. However, that didn’t mean he didn't derive a certain amount of amusement in watching these particular officers become very intimidated just because they now knew who Lucan was and who he worked for.
Nishioka glanced at the ID and paled considerably. He had been expecting a defense attorney or something. Considering who one of their ‘guests’ was, he had even been prepared to have to deal with some sort of official from the palace, but a member of Her Majesty’s Secret Service? If the ID was to be believed, and there was really no reason for it not to be, this guy wasn’t just any member of the secret service, he was head of security himself!
Why the hell would they send the head of security down to take care of the situation? Wouldn’t one of his underlings work just fine, or even better a simple palace secretary or something? A secretary, or some other underling would be a lot easier to bully into doing what they wanted. This guy though, this guy could probably run circles around them without even trying.
Nishioka glanced nervously at the officer at his side, noting that he was even more openly intimidated by Lucan then he himself was, before turning back to Lucan and saying, “Just what is it that you are wanting?”
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Post by Furuhata Motoki on Apr 10, 2009 8:27:37 GMT -5
The pressure in Motoki's head was increasing the longer they sat in the cell, so when Mamoru informed him that Lucan had already arrived, Motoki was relieved. No matter how many times he drank himself stupid, he never managed to out-grow the irritating aftereffects. This particular hangover was on the minor scale, given that he'd only managed somewhere between five or six beers, but he'd also been denied his normal after drinking remedies: four advil and about 6 glasses of water.
He watched as Lucan approached the cell and took a small amount of pleasure in the way the head of security was berating the local police force. Motoki wasn't up on criminal law, but in his eyes, he and Mamoru hadn't done anything wrong and shouldn't be in jail in the first place. Neither, he thought, should Mayu, and really vomit guy was aggressive, and irritating but he hadn't done any major damage. Hopefully, Motoki thought, Lucan's influence will let the whole affair just die.
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Post by Chiba Mamoru on Apr 10, 2009 17:16:59 GMT -5
Mamoru only frowned a little bit when he heard the bit about him being in the protection of the Service. As far as he was concerned he hadn’t made that decision yet, this night was causing him to lean rather heavily into allowing Lucan to proceed with that protection ... but he hadn’t made up his mind yet. That was still his decision to make and he remembered this morning saying that he would think about it, not that he had accepted it. Still he was far too smart to react in any other manner then a simple frown, he wanted out of here. Bringing the fact that he didn’t think he was under protection to the attention of these officers would only serve in causing more difficulties. He wasn’t about to do that and so he remained silent, content to just watch the show for the moment.
Nishioka glanced at the stack of papers he was holding in dismay. He didn’t want to have to spend all morning and afternoon filling out all of this, not to mention doing the hundred other things Lucan was insisting upon. He certainly didn’t want to have to drag the station chief and definitely not the Superintendent into all of this. That was the last thing he wanted to do, if only it had been some other officer that had made the arrest ... but it wasn’t, it was him and he had to take responsibility for everything.
That was when Lucan mentioned the bit about being insistent on standing by the original arrest, a possible way out of this entire situation. A very welcome way out after Lucan continued on about having to do his own report because of several issues with the way the arrest had been handled.
Nishioka shifted nervously and said, “Well you know there wasn’t really any harm done, we could probably let all four of them go tonight and not press any charges at all ...”
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Post by Furuhata Motoki on Apr 10, 2009 22:27:21 GMT -5
Motoki stood and ambled over to the cell bars as he listened to Lucan rattle off form after form that the police were going to have to fill out because of this arrest. He was beginning to like the guy, even if Lucan was really there for Mamoru and Motoki was simply lucky to be included in the entire release scenario. Even so, Motoki had enough lawyer friends that he'd have come at the police force with a solid team behind him for this bogus arrest. The more Lucan spoke, and the more Motoki thought about the situation, the more he was convinced they should have never been arrested at all!
Just then, the officer with fight guy returned. Fight guy was cleaned up and ready to be returned to the cell. "Uh, excuse me?" the officer said, completely confused as to what was going on between his coworkers and some strange British guy. "I need to get by to put this man back into the holding cell."
Motoki grimaced and hoped that fight guy was finished vomiting. The smell from round one was still drifting around the cell, and from Motoki's experience, the odor of vomit could easily incite further episodes of barfing and Motoki wasn't sure he could handle much more of that. "Does he have to come back in here?" he muttered, loud enough for all those in attendance to hear.
Fight guy shot Motoki a nasty look, but remained silent.
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Post by Chiba Mamoru on Apr 11, 2009 14:28:35 GMT -5
Nishioka nodded and muttered, “We’ll give whatever assistance is needed to get the lot of you safely out the door and into your car.” He glanced over at one of the other officers still standing there and snapped, “and take that guy to the ER before we have even more complications to deal with ...” before scurrying off to prepare for the crowd control that had been requested.
Mamoru watched Nishioka nod in agreement to providing crowd control help before scurrying off and found himself once more wishing that he had just stayed home that evening, or at the very least stayed in Motoki’s apartment. One reporter getting a story from tonight’s events was bad enough, the thought that according to Lucan there were many more waiting outside was a new nightmare waiting to happen. He really hadn’t ever had problems with crowds of paparazzi before, it was generally Usagi that caught there attention. He was now regretting more then ever that he hadn’t just told Lucan that he could do whatever he wanted this morning when he had the chance. Perhaps if he had, none of this would have happened ... or at least it would have been a little more controlled.
He stepped through the doors and muttered, “We’re as fine as could be in the circumstances Lucan, thanks ...” He wasn’t going to complain about the headache he was suffering through, figuring he could take care of it whenever he was allowed to be back home. Complaining really wasn’t something he liked to do and anyway, it was probably deserved at this point. He was the one that had been stupid enough to drink however many beers he had consumed that night.
Mamoru nodded in silent agreement when Lucan said he would have to go over some guidlines for getting through the paparazzi outside. He was more then ready to be willing to do whatever Lucan suggested. At any rate, he certainly wasn’t going to complain after the man had come all this way in the middle of the night to rescue them from a jail cell.
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Post by Furuhata Motoki on Apr 12, 2009 20:10:00 GMT -5
Relief washed over Motoki as he stepped from the cell, then followed Mamoru and Lucan. He was counting the seconds until he was away from the hovering smell of vomit and the general stink of the holding cell. Motoki hoped this would be his first and last time to ever grace the inside of the holding cell, and given his career, he hoped he never came back to the police station either.
He hadn't thought about crowds and reporters. Occasionally, one of his cases was covered by the media, but they were business reporters for highly esteemed stations only - not a competing frenzy of pop magazines, local new stations, and tabloid paparazzi. While Mamoru was somewhat used to being the center of a feeding frenzy, Motoki was not, especially one that promised to have a negative spin. While he was certain their attention would mostly fall to Mamoru, he knew he and Lucan would be attacked for comments, pictures, and anything they could use to spice up their version of the story.
Following behind Lucan and Mamoru, Motoki remained silent. Whatever Lucan had in mind, he'd follow to the tee. His mind drifted to Reika for a moment, and his realized his wife was going to be mortified, and probably extremely angry, when she heard the news. At least, he thought to himself, he had some time before she found out. Her career choices took her to remote areas, away from most media outlets.
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Post by Chiba Mamoru on Apr 13, 2009 17:05:14 GMT -5
As Motoki followed along silently, Mamoru glanced back at him regretting that his friend was being forced through all of this. Motoki hadn’t done anything wrong other then try to help him through his misery, her certainly didn’t deserve to be dragged through a pack of raging paparazzi out for the best story they could come up with. He sincerely hoped that this wouldn’t cause problems between him and Reika. He turned back to listen to Lucan’s instructions, silently vowing that if Reika did get upset over this he would make sure to let her know that everything that had happened had been because of him.
He took the sunglasses that Lucan handed over and slipped them on before saying, “I won’t react Lucan, you have my word that I’ll do everything per your instructions. Stick close to you, don’t react, push forward, and don’t say anything. I won’t let them provoke me, I assure you that I’ve had quite enough of that for today ...”
Mamoru just really kind of wished that he had been able to learn that kind of a lesson before today had even begun. It would have been a lot more pleasant not to have to deal with any of this in the first place.
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Post by Furuhata Motoki on Apr 19, 2009 14:27:16 GMT -5
Motoki accepted the shades and slipped them onto his face. The jail wasn't well lit, and the shades only darkened Motoki's vision, but he wasn't going to complain. Lucan knew what he was doing, and Motoki wasn't about to question any orders from Serenity's Head of Security. He didn't feel the need to repeat the long list of instructions back to the man, and instead just nodded along first as Lucan spoke, then as Mamoru echoed him.
There wasn't much the press could throw at him that could possibly be worse than fight guy and the vomit of doom. "Just lead the way," he finally said when Mamoru was through. "The only thing I want is to get back home in one piece... and sleep." Or pass out. Whichever happened first.
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Post by Chiba Mamoru on Apr 21, 2009 1:32:40 GMT -5
Mamoru followed Lucan out; doing his best to ignore the camera flashes, the wave of questions, and the stench rolling off the crowd of over eager paparazzi. He had his temper under control and he was doing a great job of staying on his feet and ignoring the people shoving at him. He really had no idea where Lucan’s car was, but he faithfully followed along behind Lucan occasionally making certain that Motoki was fairing alright as well.
He didn’t respond to any of the taunts, though he couldn’t help stiffening warily at a few of them. There was one question in particular that caused him to hesitate just a little, his gaze once again darkening with the anger that was becoming so much apart of him lately..
"Won't she be ashamed of you?" another taunted. "Do you like to hit women, too, Mamoru-sama? Did you ever hit her?
Hit her? This question hit him hard considering he had tried to attack her before, tried to kill her. Of course it had been when he hadn’t been himself, had been under Beryl command at the time ... but still it had been him. This was a memory he hadn’t ever really forgiven himself for, a memory that had been resurfacing a lot lately. It had been what had caused him to become truly angry at Rei when she had been confronting him about Jadeite. Was he forever going to be haunted by this?
It took all the strength he had in him to continue his faltering steps and not respond to the taunt being hurled his way. Struggling to not lash out at the photographer like an angry and wounded animal, Mamoru continued on his way after Lucan, gratefully climbing inside the haven of peace that the car offered the moment they reached it.
Once on the inside he glared darkly at the seat in front of him, nearly trembling with the effort of keeping his temper under control as he silently waited for his comrades to join him.
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Post by Furuhata Motoki on Apr 21, 2009 21:04:50 GMT -5
Motoki followed along behind Mamoru easily ignoring the press, not so much because he was used to the treatment - rarely... never did the paparazzi find his cases to be all that interesting, but because he was just tired to care. All he could think about was finding a nice place to curl up and lay his head. He was fairly sure he was no longer drunk, but the aftereffects of too many beers in far too short a time span had managed morph the space between his skull and his brain into a rapid form of bass drum. The pounding was growing with each screaming media member who tried pressing against him, however, and the closer he got to the car the more he wanted to shut them all up.
He kept his mind focused on Lucan, and continued to trod after Mamoru. Reaching the car, he slid inside and found a nice corner spot to lean his head up against a window. "At least that's over," he muttered, more to himself although he couldn't guarantee that his voice wasn't far louder than he'd planned. He yawned, half contemplated falling asleep right there, then decide to hold out. After all, Lucan might have a few more pearls of wisdom to bestow on the former jail mates.
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Post by Chiba Mamoru on Apr 22, 2009 1:20:18 GMT -5
Mamoru pulled himself out of his thoughts and attempted to relax the moment he heard the doors safely shut and lock. He frowned distastefully as he noted the paparazzi still banging on the windows and even rocking the vehicle from side to side. These people just wouldn’t give up. He heard Motoki mutter something about it being over. He shook his head in irritation and said, “I doubt it’s really over Motoki. They are going to continue to bring up this little story until they get tired of it or find something else to hold their attentions.”
He dutifully buckled his seatbelt when Lucan mentioned them, without saying anything at all. Mamoru was tired, angry, and his head was pounding unmercifully. All he wanted to be left alone so that he could rest in peace and he was willing to do just about anything to speed up the process of getting him home. Taking the effort to buckle his seatbelt was really a small price to pay in order to get the car moving and heading toward the eventual destination of choice.
Mamoru glanced at Motoki with a sympathetic grin when Lucan told him to stay awake, though his grin turned into a grimace of pain when Lucan leaned on the horn. The noise might have caused some of the crowd to move out of the way, but it certainly didn’t do anything for his headache ... nor did the flashing lights of the camera.
Assuming that Lucan was actually directing the question of where they lived to Motoki, Mamoru didn’t feel the need to answer. Considering he was head of security, Mamoru figured that Lucan should know who all lived in the palace, especially since he had just spoken with him earlier that morning in his rooms at the palace. He dearly wished that he could tell Lucan the address to the new apartment he had gotten with Zacharie the other day, since he really didn’t want to go back to the palace. The palace was filled with memories and people he didn’t want to have to deal with tonight, but unfortunately the new apartment didn’t have any furniture or anything else in it as of yet.
Mamoru leaned his head back against the seat ready to continue contemplating his dilemma when something else Lucan had said managed to catch his attention. “Lucan, you told me this morning that if people wanted to find out where I lived all they had to do was google it. I assume they could do the same for Motoki ... so why bother trying to throw them off the trail when they’ll just find us anyway?”
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Post by Furuhata Motoki on Apr 22, 2009 21:35:48 GMT -5
"I was referring to the screaming in my ears, Mamoru. Those screechy voices are enough to give any sober dude a headache, much less one who spent half the evening enjoy a couple of beers. Are they always that obnoxious?" His eyes started to drift closed, when Lucan laid on the horn. His eyes snapped open and his head shot up. "I swear, Lucan, I'm awake!" he called out. With little hesitation, he grabbed his seatbelt and pulled it down around him. Lucan might be a crazy driver for all Motoki knew. He forced his eyes wide, putting his all his effort into keeping them from drifting closed again. His brain felt like a lead weight, and he began tapping his fingers on his knee and shaking his leg back in forth, all in a effort to keep his body in motion.
Lucan asked for his address, and Motoki answered then frowned when the man headed in the exact opposite direction. "Uh, you know it's back that way, right?" he said. He raised his arm to point, and managed to whack Mamoru right in the face. "Oh dude, I'm really sorry!" He exclaimed, trying to offer some form of comfort to his friend. Then he decided he'd be better off just sitting still, pulling his hands back to his lap and continuing with the leg shaking.
"You know, Lucan, I could really use something to drink. They weren't very nice to us while we were in that cell." Motoki told the head of security. "Just curious, but what time is it anyway?" He'd managed to lose track of time during the minutes or hours they'd been tangled in this mess.
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