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Post by KAZUE FUJIHARA on Sept 9, 2013 7:34:26 GMT -8
It started like any other of her days out, she guessed. She was out later than normal, sure, and she'd spent some time amusing passer-by in the street by playing some of the songs she'd heard on the radio here earlier by ear on the acoustic guitar she'd toted with her (reminding herself to politely decline any money they offered her, telling them it was purely for their sake not hers), but she didn't think that made her look suspicious. Maybe it was the wardrobe she'd rolled with today – the loose black cargo pants and similarly dark-colored loosely-fitting long sleeves topped with the also dark fedora...or maybe it was her blatantly pink-streaked hair that you could see poking out beneath it. Did America have a thing about dyed hair meaning delinquents as well? She wasn't sure. The earbuds she had on probably didn't help either. All in all she just wished she'd headed back to the hotel sooner.
But when there had been a massive crash from the direction of a nearby store, she'd immediately taken a small detour that only took about 30 seconds to a minute to step around the corner to see, unable to resist being nosy. She was met with the sight of a completely shattered storefront and only a few people, none who seemed to be in a rush to get away. Unwilling to get tied up, she'd went to back away quickly, managed to make almost to the end of the next block before she was being shouted at to stop – or well, she assumed, with 'hey you in the hat and the pink hair' – and when she turned to respond she was met with law enforcement officers. Her eyes went a bit wide for a moment, but she had pulled her earbuds out and politely asked what was wrong (in the slowest and clearest tone she could manage, to be sure).
She was asked if she witnessed what happened, she told them no. She was asked if she'd seen anyone fleeing the scene, she said no. She was asked to follow them back to it, which she'd raised an eyebrow at but had done anyway, adjusting the strap over her shoulder that attached to the guitar case slung across her back. It was that movement that had one of the officers glance at it temporarily before looking back the way he was walking, and she gripped the strap harder. They better not think of taking her baby away, or she'd give them a reason to look at it suspiciously. However the short walk back was silent and lacking confrontation, and Kazue expected they just wanted her help. Why else would they be dragging her back?
Then the next slew of question came as they stood before the ruined storefront, which had only one other officer standing guard there, keeping back anyone nosy – such as she had been. “Are you sure you didn't see anything?” “Yes.” “Why did you leave the area so fast then?” “Because I need to get home soon?” “Uh-huh. One of the witnesses said they saw you here when it happened, and one of our officers saw you taking off.” “I...but I only stopped by here for a moment.” “So what's in the case?” “What?” When the officer gestured to her guitar she clutched the strap and raised an eyebrow at them, and her nature overcame her in that moment in an attempt to guard her baby. “It is my personal workout ethic of a guitar case full of bricks. What does it look like?” 'Oh...look at their faces that was probably a bad idea...'
Decidedly, what followed was her fault. When they went to take her guitar, she made a bit of a fuss, telling them no, another terrible idea, but it was simply her territorial issue. Before she knew it she was detained and guarded next to a nearby cop car, being told to wait while they finished their questions and investigations. Now she was normally a very optimistic person, but with her guitar taken away (they seemed to be enjoying holding it from her even after confirming it was indeed what she said) and being held back from heading home, her arms were crossed and eyebrows raised so high in disbelief they were hid under her hat as she leaned against the car, waiting to be told she was free to go whenever the hell they were done. Because obviously they had to let her go they had nothing on her besides her slight tiff about her baby.
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Post by CALLUM SNOW on Sept 9, 2013 19:03:48 GMT -8
Okay, he'd made plenty of jokes in his lifetime about being so hot that it was criminal, but this one took the cake. No, really, this had to be some sort of cruel prank-- and he had to admit, this was kind of funny, but seriously, whoever planned this really needed a life. Or this was some sort of modern version of Punk'd that he hadn't heard of, and he was going to have cameras and lights jump out of nowhere and shine on him and tell him that he was on national television. Because of all the shit that he had done in his lifetime: breaking and entering, underage drinking, driving under influence, walking on grass with a 'do not step here' sign, he just had to get arrested for something he hadn't done, didn't he? That, and apparently sassing a policeman hadn't been the right idea. "Dude, you high?" had been exactly what he'd said. Because hell-o, did he look like someone who would throw a brick into a bakery window and make off with five giant chocolate cakes-- actually, who was he kidding. He totally looked like that kind of person. The fact that he'd lost the receipt from said cake store earlier in the day, and was carrying five giant cakes around with him probably didn't help. So around his wrists the handcuffs had gone, and not in a kinky way either. In fact, he'd tried hitting on one of the other policeman much earlier during the entire rigmarole, saying something about cuffs and whips and chains, and the policeman had the nerve to call him a 'fuckin' homo'. Seriously? Man, when this inevitably ended up on national television with Ashton Kutcher, he was going to have to talk to him about the staff he hired. So rude. And off he was, guided to a cop car, detained there while they 'conducted further investigations'. What, was Ashton Kutcher busy screwing some other lady now? Cal rolled his eyes, leaning against the car as he did so. He'd have thought that being on Punk'd would be more fun, and quite a bit less tedious, but nope. He didn't recall so much waiting being involved when he'd watched the show. Then again, you never knew what was going on backstage. He supposed that he'd have to strike up some conversation with his fellow prank-ee to idly pass the time away. "So, what are you in here for? Using an illegal bathhouse? Throwing a frisbee at the beach without the lifeguard's permission? Letting a dog pursue a bear or bobcat? You terrible, terrible person," he said, clicking his tongue and shaking his head. "Kids these days."
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Post by KAZUE FUJIHARA on Sept 17, 2013 15:04:19 GMT -8
Of all things she expected, someone to join her in her captured misery wasn't really it. Well, she supposed it wasn't terribly far-fetched, considering how they'd left her with such a vague 'we need to go have a look around stay up' argument, but she still hadn't expected it. She eyed the blonde boy who was now confined to the space beside her curiously, wondering if he'd done anything legitimately bad – because if so she preferred to avoid the trouble. However, considering the way he spoke and the absolutely nonsensical questions he asked her, her guess was no, no he was just the victim of more cops overeager to pin the crime on someone. She wondered what made them such overachievers...or, well, perhaps this boy had made the same mistake she did, and back-talked. Nevertheless she had no fear in responding to him, doing her best to overcome her accent when she did.
“Apparently they do not hold any appreciation for music.” was her response, dipping her head in the direction of her guitar case that was settled on the back of the car, where there was another officer within close enough eyesight that they'd see if she tried to grab it. “I would like to think my playing is good enough to not get me arrested, but some people cannot be pleased.” she added, shifting her weight to lean more against the car and tilting her head to the side to accompany her exaggerated skeptical expression as she looked towards...she supposed her newly found accomplice. She glanced at the fact he'd managed to even get his hands bound, an amused look flashing across her face as she decided that, maybe she didn't have it too bad.
Now would be an ideal time for Eric to swoop in with his good timing, she decided, and get her out of this. She'd have already called him, if the two of them weren't being watched from a few feet away. She thought she was passed the whole stage in her life where she had to deal with bad luck like this – didn't being famous automatically exempt her? 'Not when the country you're famous in is a whole ocean over' she thought, restraining a sigh. And there was the downside to her 'sweet anonymity'. “So what about you? Who did you anger?”
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Post by CALLUM SNOW on Sept 19, 2013 6:24:09 GMT -8
Appreciation for music? Playing? It made no sense to him at all. "So wait a minute, you were thrown in here for busking illegally?" he asked, but the person didn't seem like a busker to him at all. Nope, they were probably framed for something or other, the way he was. Then again, you never knew: they could end up being a member of some sort of cult of attractive androgynous people that partook in activities like trying to dazzle and confuse people with their good looks and mysterious gender. All of the questions, all of them. Cal shot them a shrug, along with a shake of his head. "No idea what's going on, man," he chuckled. "I mean, all I did was ask the cops whether they were high. No idea why and how I got arrested, what I even did, or--" " Get into the car, young men!" "W- what?" Cal exclaimed, his eyes widening and jaw dropping for a brief moment. But a policeman walked up to him, practically shoving him into the vehicle, then pushing the other person along with him as well, stashing them into the cop car like scrap metal on an assembly line. Cal shot the man a glare. "Watch it, okay?" he yelled as he stumbled backwards, head hitting the window of the car with a loud thud. He had few enough brain cells as it was. Couldn't afford to lose any more of that glorious grey matter. He turned towards the other person, sticking out his tongue and rolling his eyes in a rather comical expression. "Okay, no seriously, I have no idea what the hell I did to get here. It's kind of funny though-- everyone seems to be convinced that I'm some sort of criminal." Of all the shit he had pulled off in the past, it just had to be the crime he didn't commit that would get him into trouble. The more he thought about it the more hilarious the entire thing seemed, and Cal couldn't help but grin as he glanced out the window. He knew enough about crime scene investigations that they would find out it wasn't him: there were forensics and things to prove that the fingerprints at the crime scene wouldn't be his, and if they tried anything funny he'd throw science back at them. Science! "Maybe they decided that I was too attractive to be walking the streets and are going to throw me out of the country. No, seriously, it happened to a guy in Saudi Arabia, it can happen to me."
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Post by KAZUE FUJIHARA on Sept 24, 2013 15:55:35 GMT -8
“I may have told them I had bricks in the case. Jokingly, but apparently they do not understand that.” she amended, which was admittedly not the best idea when you were being questioned...but it was amusing. She was glad to find she wasn't the only one slapped into custody for back-sassing, however, and she raised an eyebrow at him at his own explanation, but was abruotly cut short of the conversation when the 'diligent investigators' came back to manhandle them towards the car. On reflex, she balked and struggled against the strong hold on her shoulder, jerking out of reach for two seconds to glare at the man who had grabbed her.
“What- no- I have not done anything-”
“Yeah well, we didn't find any other suspects. Funny that.”
She screwed up her expression slightly, eyes narrowed. Without thinking, she pulled out a weapon she hadn't used in a while. “Do you know who I am?” she asked, and expected a response of 'Oh my god you're Naso sign this for my daughter'. The reality of the situation hit her right before she got an almost comical look of disbelief on the cop's face before he told her flatly “No.” at which she deflated. Good job, Fujihara. 'You're across the ocean genius, and you're here in mostly secret. Good job, brain to mouth filter.' And with that into the car she went, and she crossed her arms with a huff, leaning back against the seat, grumbling a few choice profanities in Japanese under her breath before deciding to give up and face her fate.
She looked at her fellow captor, snickering a bit at his speculation as to why he was being arrested. “If that were the case it would be easier to get out of here, simply say you are a movie star. Threaten to call your people.” 'Because I know exactly how it works' she thought immediately afterwards, only a little guilty of the abuse of power herself. Honest. “I regret letting them know I can speak English. That is an even easier way to get out of it, just only speak one language and act confused and do a lot of exaggerated hand motions-” she did the motions as she spoke to boot, perfectly displaying the image of a confused tourist for a brief moment, before carefully switching back “and they will not want to deal with you.” She didn't even care that the two officers could hear as one of them started the car and began to pull away – they had started the game, so she would gleefully take part.
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Post by CALLUM SNOW on Sept 27, 2013 12:55:44 GMT -8
"To be fair, the police aren't exactly known for their wonderful sense of humour." That was probably why there were so many jokes about them. Fuck the popo, though, and this time he meant literally. Seriously, fuck them. And not in the way that Julie liked fucking the popo either. He had things to do, like eating babies and destroying mandolins. Worlds to scale and candy to share! He didn't have the time to waste in a police car, especially because he was pretty sure that he was getting out of this anyway. He hadn't done anything, and because he knew he would probably get out all right, this was as amusing as it was infuriating. Then again, he had always been a proponent of looking at things positively. Cal raised a brow as the other proposed that they pretended to be movie stars. He had completely missed their earlier exchange with the policeman in which they had asked whether the police knew who they were: if he hadn't, he would definitely not have continued the conversation the way he had.
"I could deal with that." He put on a mock hoity-toity tone, and would have lifted a hand into the air to mock wave if his wrists weren't cuffed. "Hello I'm Callum Snow, rich and famous. I see the Kardashians for dinner and bathe in a pool of Justin Bieber's tears every night. Sadly I can't do the no English thing-- dude. Duuuude." His eyes went wide as she suddenly switched languages, somehow managing to make a ton of complicated hand motions with handcuffs. The blonde had always loved how people sounded when they spoke in their native languages-- sadly, he spoke English and only English, and Internet Slang wasn't exactly the most pleasing to his ears. If he had been any better at linguistics, he'd totally have picked up French. Even if only because it sounded cool when you were trying to pick people up.
"Wicked. Cool. Like, that was Japanese, right? How'd you end up getting arrested in America of all places? I mean, you could just tell them that you didn't know the law. And that it's some sort of custom to carry a bunch of bricks around when you walk about the country." Lowering his voice so that the policeman couldn't hear, he added, "Take it from someone who's lived outside America and in it too: the majority of Americans are dumb as bricks. Pun not intended, of course." It was just then when the car screeched to a halt near a stop sign. Cal nearly fell forward in the seat, eyes narrowing with annoyance.
"Dude, you'd think that they'd at least strap us in with seat belts. Seriously, road safety laws? And the police can break them? What the fuck?"
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Post by KAZUE FUJIHARA on Oct 5, 2013 3:33:50 GMT -8
His speech pattern and extreme excess of slang threw her off, but she managed to glean out most of what he said in reaction to her language swap, and that was all that mattered. She grinned and nodded “Yes it was, the beauty of being a tourist.” She was a bit surprised he'd guessed the right language, considering twice now someone had made a comment at her about speaking 'Chinese', apparently. She'd actually had a laugh at how extremely...well, dumb, it had sounded, rather than been offended. It was a good way to pinpoint people she wanted to avoid, however – people who assumed what she was or what she was speaking were almost never pleasant, the ones who asked were typically the decent human beings. It was an awesome radar. There were always exceptions for every rules, though.
How did she end up getting arrested here that was a really good question. 'They tried to touch my baby' she mused to herself, but her actual answer was “I am going to guess...wrong place wrong time? I think that is the right phrase.” In a way, it was true...she may have just fanned the flames a bit, because she was...well, rather disturbingly possessive over her guitars. She still felt nervous knowing they had it held in the trunk, and hadn't given it back to her – there was no weapon, no...anything, really, that was in there that could be a threat, was there? She wanted it back. She knew asking now was silly at best, however. “And, all of my good escape ideas came to me after they had me guarded next to the car. Stealing the car seemed like a bad one, so I, regrettably, had to disregard that one. It would have been fun though.” she added, giving her eyebrows a bit of a wiggle to accent the 'fun'.
She made no comment to the intelligence level of the people here, as thus far she'd gotten a fairly mixed bag of nuts – she could tell some were beyond redemption, some were just legitimately ignorant to many things, while others just seemed to pick things up so fast she wasn't even sure she could keep up. 'Well, I never was the shiniest sticker in the decal.' she admitted to herself, with the exception being her music. Before she could follow that thought much further, however, her face was very suddenly smashed into the back of the seat in front of her, and she muffled a grunt of pain, before peeling herself off and wiggling her face to ensure her nose was still there. It was, thankfully. Before she could even comment, however, the blonde beat her to it, and she shot him an amused look.
“It is good to know hypocrisy is universal.” she added, and didn't miss the glare the officer in the passenger side sent back at her. She'd only grinned at him in response, just glad that she'd managed to pronounce 'hypocrisy' clear enough that they understood it – not at all concerned with the fact she was poking the sleeping bear with a stick. “So are fast assumptions, apparently.” It earned her another look, and she gave the policeman her best smile, before pushing herself back again to press her back against their own less-than-comfortable seat. Just as she opened her mouth to make another less-than-wise comment about how this was likely a sign of a discontented childhood, the car made a sharp turn, and again she was forced into a direction she hadn't expected, flopping gracelessly to the side and almost straight into her fellow captor's lap.
There was a brief second where she sat still, surprised, and wondering if they'd done that on purpose in response to her. 'Oops' she thought vaguely, attempting to move her hands in a decent enough spot along the edge of the seat so she could push herself back enough so her face wasn't almost shoved into his chest. Okay, this was decidedly more awkward than the retaliation she'd expected from them. Nevertheless, she rallied back, managing to push herself up enough to shoot the blonde a look one eyebrow raised and expression wry. “I hope our captors are willing to pay for the date that is supposed to come before this if they want the show.”
She paused, seemed to think a brief moment, before adding “It may also be a good idea to know the name of who that lap belongs to before I am hurled into it again.”
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Post by CALLUM SNOW on Oct 5, 2013 5:13:39 GMT -8
He remembered when he'd felt like a tourist in this country himself, back in the day when he'd first moved to America. He'd been thirteen, green, and terribly worried at how he was going to fit in, who he was going to hang out with and whether he had any friends. From their accent, she sounded like a legit tourist, someone who was just showing up to the country short-term and not some FOB who came here to try to make a life for themselves.
Besides, from their smile and their poise, they did seem like someone who had it made to some extent or other. There was an air of bemusement around her, some sort of calmness that only accomplishment could bring. Then again, Cal knew all too well that people who acted like they had it all together didn't necessarily have it all together, and he was a prime example. You never knew. "Well, being a tourist sure as hell didn't get you out of this sticky situation. So much for that beauty, huh," he muttered. "That's the life and times of someone living on the wild side for you." He supposed that he had to get thrown into jail at some stage. Something to tell the kids when he was old and greying. So, I got thrown into prison when they thought I was a cake thief. "As for hypocrisy and fast assumptions, let's just put it this way. Can't fix stupid. I could go on about why there's so much gun crime in this country, and policemen are trying to arrest people who haven't done jack shit--"
"Whoa, what the hell?"
It was just then when the car took a sharp turn, and the other was slammed into him like a ton of bricks being shot out from a cannon, squishing him against the side of the car like a wrecking ball. Only 1. Cal couldn't make that pop culture reference just yet because the 2013 VMAs and Miley's twerking haven't happened yet in canon and 2. they were a ton of cute, androgynous bricks, so he didn't mind so much. They'd also landed rather conveniently into his lap, which kind of sweetened the deal. Cal's eyes met theirs for a moment as they attempted to wrangle themselves off the awkward position, and he couldn't help but chuckle a little at the statement. Okay, that was pretty funny.
"Well, they've got the handcuffs down for one," he said matter-of-factly. He wondered whether he would be crossing boundaries to lean in, but did so anyway. They seemed to be up for a little game, and Cal waggled his eyebrows back at her. It was going to be difficult making the cops uncomfortable like this, so he was going to ham it up as much as possible. "My name's Cal. And let me tell you this-- if looks could kill, you'd be getting twenty-five to life."
Damn, now he really wished that he had his hands free. He did however press his cheek against the other's, provided that they didn't put up a protest. He was going to push this as much as he could, but the last thing he wanted was to make his (hot) co-captive uncomfortable.
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Post by KAZUE FUJIHARA on Oct 16, 2013 12:42:46 GMT -8
When he pushed close to her, she had a split second of wondering if he was about to turn into a legitimate creeper (she'd met enough in her life to be a teeny bit paranoid), but considering his hands were restrained, she had no problems waiting it out to see. When all he ended up doing was pressing the sides of their faces together, she hitched an eyebrow and attempted to side-eye him, to no avail. Her assessment went from 'creeper' to 'eccentric' and by eccentric she meant 'shit I would probably do'. Which was a safe assumption – it was shit she would do...granted probably not to a stranger, but she was well aware this country had very little 'polite pretense' in public like hers did..some parts of it did, sure, but even that didn't quite reach. It wasn't an aspect she hated either – she felt like she'd probably fit in better over here than back home, where she was definitely branded eccentric. Shamelessly, too. It worked well with the famous thing.
Then he grandiosely introduced himself while so intrusively in her space and she decided that yeah, he was definitely like her.
There were a few split seconds of silence as her brain managed to filter out what she'd heard in movies and understood that '25 to life' was a prison joke and oh god it was so awful and she laughed at it shamelessly. The fact it was a terrible pickup line didn't even hit her radar just because oh good god. There were a few moments of attempting to muffle the choking inhalations of laughter, failing, and giving him an expression with raised eyebrows and an amused look. “I have not heard a line that bad for...mmm, perhaps three days, five at the most. Though if we are not counting ones made by me, that is much longer.” She was beginning to tell the blonde could be taken about as seriously as her – which meant barely at all. She approved. While she tended to restrain her more...sarcastic tendencies when not around people she was familiar with, it just couldn't be helped when there was another person's energy to play off of who obviously had the same ideas as her.
Also, for that matter...Cal. Cal, of course his name had an L in it. Okay so. She'd just casually flag him down if she needed his attention, no need to say his name. She was getting tired of L names. She always got that look when she tried to say them. Sadly when she didn't know the people, making fun of herself, or making jokes in general, tended to make the situation deteriorate quicker. Or maybe it was just something to do with the caliber of the hotel and neighborhood it was in that she stayed at – they all seemed awfully uptight. Still, if there was one thing she had a self-consciousness about, it was her language issues, which she was slowly – oh so slowly - adjusting to. So. Yeah. 'Hey you' worked just as good. So, she moved from the subject of thinking about his damnable L name to giving him her own.
“Well, I go by many names.” She tried – and failed – to make a dramatic, flourishing hand gesture, though the gist of the movement was there, to accent her ridiculously exaggerated tone, and her barely-concealed smirk. “But you can call me Kazu.” She'd dropped the E off her name in favor of keeping her fun going – she'd become aware in her time thus far that Kazue apparently sounded more feminine in use even in English, but her oft-used nickname her bandmates used while in public (besides her stage name, anyway) was a bit more between the lines. It was funny, how one could tell the truth but if you used that tone of voice, they wouldn't believe you – she did use a few names. 'Many' was an exaggeration, but she did use more than one.
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Post by CALLUM SNOW on Oct 20, 2013 8:31:53 GMT -8
Cal allowed the moment between the two of them to linger as he invaded the other's personal space. Then again, they didn't quite seem to mind, judging by the wicked grin on their face: that was simply a cue for Cal to pucker up his lips and cross his eyes. It did look like he was at least in good company. He couldn't help but wonder whether they were going to turn out to actually be a criminal of some kind, or some sort of psycho killer. Oh well. In the wise words of Drake and Zac Efron's tattoo, YOLO.
(But if you only lived once, didn't that mean that you should try to value your life more? That you should maybe try to veer on the side of caution? Ehh, that wasn't going to be any fun, however. Fraternizing with serial killers and other potential criminals? All in a day's work for Callum F. Snow, adventurer and manic pixie dream boy extraordinaire!)
"So you're saying that you have pick-up lines that are comparable to the one I just flung in your direction. I'd like to see you try to top that." Was that a challenge? Definitely, but it was also a cue for them to demonstrate just how far they would go, and just how bored they might have been. Because Cal could tell you that he was very, very bored indeed. "Then again, they don't even have to be pick-up lines. Anything that would keep us from practically dying on the spot. Bonus points if you can include something to do with police cars and sirens, but I won't begrudge you if you can't do that." It took a lot to compare to his levels of silliness and bad jokes, after all.
Besides, what could he say? He was pretty fabulous. Cal noted the other's name. Kazu. Damn, he couldn't even tell if that was masculine or feminine, and he didn't want to pull a Professor Oak all of a sudden. That would have been rude. (So tell me... Are you a boy? Or are you a girl? And what starter Pokemon do you want, because I'm going to entrust all my research to the findings of a ten-year-old!) "And it's okay, I go by many names too. My friends like to call me 'moron'."
A little bit of self-deprecating humour never hurt anyone, after all. The police car pulled up at the station, and before he could say any more, two burly men had swung their doors open. "Get out," one of them boomed, and Cal nodded.
"Coming, coming." He winked at Kazu, speaking in a lower voice. "Can't rush the superstars, you know. Watch out, two hot as hell prisoners coming through."
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