Lone Insignificant
Dangerous Citizen
August 1st, Friday, around fifteen minutes past six in the evening; things were not going too well in the small, cold, dusty, and cramped lockup located just below the front desk of one of Craven’s police branches. It was already past six and a young man was starting to get agitated. He was due to take in his pills some time ago and without them, he’ll come back to his dim and pathetic reality; which was not what he wanted. Curled up near the bars with his face covered with his arms, he isolated himself from the fellows with him, cursing in his head why he was even in there. He was taken in four hours ago and still, his case was not yet looked up. Who was he kidding? He shouldn’t have been in the lockup in the first place. He had done nothing wrong; nothing wrong that the police knew, at least.
The sound of the lock clicking, the jail door opening, and the man calling his name, made Ivan jump from his place and followed the man to a higher up. “Lucas Ivan Parker.” The man stated, flipping over the papers in his hands. Ivan was a bit nervous, for the first time from the several times he was taken in; though he blamed the loss of effect of his pills for that. The man continued on reading, glancing at him for a few times, and it made Ivan more agitated. He was starting to sweat bullets and he knew, the man in front of him was doing it on purpose. “Ivan,” the man finally said, “You’re free to go. We’re sorry for falsely taking you in again, for…” he glanced back on the paper, “for five times since last month.” It was true, Ivan had been falsely accused and taken in for selling cocaine, when all in truth he was not selling any, or rather, was not selling them anymore. The last time he needed to sell cocaine just to maintain his need of pills was three years ago, right when he was on the start of his addiction. The police would always check his car and would not find any trace of cocaine from all their kits and techniques, and it made Ivan feel relieved. He took hold of his wrists as he was freed from the handcuffs he was bounded to. “No problem officer. Just, make this the last one. It’s an inconvenience on both our sides.” Ivan specified with a smile on his face. “Then you might want to change your car. It gives you out as a criminal, not that, I believe you aren’t.” Ivan wanted to laugh at that last comment, but he just let it slide. He knew he was out of his pills and if he pointed it out, he’ll be back at the lockup. “Can’t do nothing about it. I love my baby.” The officer in front of him laughed at him mockingly. “You know that car looked similar to the one belonging to a wanted cocaine dealer, that’s why we’re always on your tail.” Ivan just smiled at the officer, now trying to get his wits in line. He certainly doesn’t need the police on his tail. Not now, not never. It would not only be risky for him, but for everyone in The Circle.
Stepping out of the building with his things in his hand, he looked around for where his 2004 Mazda RX-8 GT was parked. He was taken in by the police vehicle and his car was set to be tested. Spotting it by the entrance of the small impound yard, he didn't hesitate on walking to it, getting in and glancing at the dashboard, taking hold of the steering wheel, like when he first got it. “I so missed you!” He said loudly in excitement, then reaching down under his seat, taking a bottle of his pills, “but I missed you more!” He said it sweetly; opening the lid and popping a few into his system. A sigh of relief finally took hold of him, stashing his bottle under his seat once more, before powering on his phone. He started the engine and finally drove off the area. Not far away from where he came from, he pulled over on the side of the road and inspected his car for some bug and tracking device that they could have planted. Being in the streets, he had learned well enough where these were planted. It didn't take long and he found all and tossed them on the side of the road, and drove off. He just noticed his phone blinking as he halted on a stop light. Taking it, he looked over at all the messages from the people from The Circle, with nothing making sense; just that meeting by the church, that was half an hour ago. It was just this one message from an unknown number that made it all make sense. “This can’t be true, right?” He asked himself, reading the message over and over again. He was not dreaming, nor hallucinating from his pills. He just hoped he was not too late on that meeting, and worse, not the last one to come, or they’ll be suspecting something; more so when they get to know where he came from.
He was near the church and he knew nothing of what was already going on. He was also unaware who were already there. Taking his phone once again, he typed up a message to be sent to his sister, Celeste; his dearest best friend, Juliet; and his cousin, Vea.
To: Celeste, Juliet, Vea
From: Ivan
I know I’m late. I’m on my way. Be there in ten minutes.
Seeing the green light lit up, he was on his way, taking a few turns and straight streets before finally arriving at the church. He parked his car beside a very familiar Mitsubishi. Taking his pills from under his seat, and shoved it in his pants’ pocket, along with his phone and his wallet at the other side. Hitting the car lock as he started walking towards the group, he still couldn’t imagine how Jonathan was picked up. There was no way he was able to conclude of it. He was the most vigilant of them all. If someone would get picked up, it would certainly be one of them in The Circle, besides him. Finally being able to hear the voices of each one in the group, Ivan still had a hard time picking up from where they were going. He did come late and had no idea what they were all talking about. He was actually kind of hesitant to greet everyone, since he could see at a glance that most are on edge. He continued walking until he was already visible. “Sorry for being late. I was caught up with something and couldn't get off until recently.” He greeted, as he walked nearer to his sister, not minding the eyes that were staring at him. Heaving out a sigh, he took out his pills and took some before glancing at everyone and tried to converse. “So, what is everyone talking about?” He knew he could have just asked about Jonathan but the attention that everyone was giving him would always make his pills have no effect.
ooc: Sorry for taking so long...
