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 Posted: Sun May 01, 2016 8:43 pm
Quote: Since this is before Aleksy realized he was transgender, he is referred to as 'Aleksandra' and a girl in this thread, despite using male pronouns ~ if this makes you uncomfy please don't read ~ exercise caution and take care of urself *o* Strictly speaking, it wasn't Aleksandra's fault he'd punched those assholes. Yeah, he'd been the one to motivate his fist into their faces, but it was their fault: one of them had grabbed his a**, and another had called him a frigid b***h. Then the third had called him a dyke, and that was it. Anyway, the campus security had dragged him off the one who'd dared to touch him, and now he was nursing a bloody nose in the back of a campus patrol car. Apparently most of the town's police force was off doing something not being here, which was juuuust fine with Aleksandra. "You ought to have just called one of us over," said the one who'd pulled him over. "We'd've taken care of it." Aleksandra scoffed. "Get ********," he said. "I can't wait for a real cop to get here."
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Posted: Sun May 01, 2016 9:35 pm
Jeremiah was not the person that usually handled these calls. Yet he had been called in because this was someone important, someone that needed to be handled carefully. Again he questioned why he was even here. His car was an oddity, one that was meant for the other side of the Atlantic, and as he closed the door he was sliding his annoyance carefully back away. Perhaps this was because he had turned down another attempt at setting him up with a blind date ... "Gentleman," he said as he came up on the vehicle, not peering into the back of it yet. More interested in the reasons why the call for police was even made, which put his focus on the campus police. At least for the moment. Probably some entit - No. Jeremiah would not follow that train of thought.
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Posted: Sun May 01, 2016 9:44 pm
"Detective Mercer," said one of the campus mooks, straightening like someone had shoved a cattle prod up his a**. "Uh, we didn't think they'd be sending you." "S'not anything," the other one said. He checked himself: "Well, it is something, but a girl claims someone grabbed her and called her names. She punched them out and we can't really have that on campus, so..." Aleksandra laughed. "Yeah, it's not a problem when someone's a** gets grabbed and they're cornered in a ******** stairwell, but it is a problem when she punches out the three assholes that did it!" "One's assault," started the first security guard, and Aleksandra interrupted, "And the other one's sexual assault! Get ********, douchelord."
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Posted: Sun May 01, 2016 10:09 pm
"Just who did you think they would be sending?" Jeremiah was not in the mood but at least it looked like his reputation was intact. filing against?" Jeremiah inquired "As this is seriously starting to sound like someone was defending themselves and I'm not even sure why you got the department involved." They deserved it went by unspoken but there was such a thing as excessive force. Blue-green eyes flicked to the small figure in the back of the car and then back security. "Unless you're telling me this is just for appearances." Which was even more annoying.
Also meant that the student would be coming with him regardless.
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Posted: Sun May 01, 2016 10:15 pm
"The boss wants it on the record," said one of the mooks uncomfortably. "'Cause of who she is. And there's not anything better than an afternoon in jail to scare someone straight..." Aleksandra got up, bloody nose successfully staunched. "It's for appearances," he said. One of the mooks started towards him, and Aleksandra bared his teeth: " Stay the ******** away from me."
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Posted: Mon May 02, 2016 2:28 pm
Jeremiah's lips were pressed to a thin line and he stared hard. Are you bloody ******** kidding me ..."Are you that stupid?" The detective sighed, grabbing to stop the one that was approaching Aleksandra. "You're about five seconds away from a lawsuit. Do. Not. Touch. Her." He enunciated each word, accent all the more obvious for it, and it was forcefully said. There was a clear tone of you idiot at the end of it as well. "Open up the car, I'll take her with me," to idiot one, "and give me the report," to idiot two.
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Posted: Mon May 02, 2016 4:02 pm
The campus security scattered as ordered. Aleksandra watched them, green eyes wary as one officer opened the back door of Detective Mercer's weird-a** car. He stepped back, the message clear in his stiff-shouldered slouch: he wasn't getting in any stranger's car, not without a good ******** reason. Not even if he was a lot smarter than the campus security, which Aleksandra was pretty sure he was.
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Posted: Mon May 02, 2016 6:55 pm
"Look," the report was in his hand finally and he made note of the name, "Spektor." No prefix. "While I could make some spiel about how I need you to come with me because you've crossed some line for punching out douchelords," a wry smirk, "I'm not." His voice was softer now, not the authority tone that he had used on the two campus security, who were getting glared at if they came too close at this point. "Nor is it about appearances. I am, however, offering to get you out of here and out of this trouble. It is a one time offer. It also includes your face being cleaned up and your nose looked at." Please argue with him. Please. No, not you Aleksy. The idiot campus security.
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Posted: Tue May 03, 2016 8:43 pm
"Spek- tor-ah," said Aleksandra, very slowly, as if he were speaking to someone quite stupid. Even Jeremiah's attempt at camaraderie didn't seem to sway him, arms tucked tight around his own body like a shield. One of the campus security guards, the shorter, dumpier one, tried an ingratiating "Sweetheart, please," laying a hand on his arm, and Aleksandra moved so fast it had to be instinct, slamming his elbow into the big man's gut and a fist into his face. He backed away, trembling, hands clenched so tight all the tendons of his forearms were visible. "That's another <********> report," yelled the taller officer. "And charges, you little--"
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Posted: Tue May 03, 2016 8:59 pm
"My sincerest apologies, Spek- tor-ah," he retorted because, really, he had this and - " Are you bloody ******** kidding me?" Jeremiah was moving but it was too late, Aleksandra was given a hard look where he stood shaking. It was not the attempt at camaraderie as before but a stone cold do not move look. The detective was grabbing at the other officer, the taller one, and catching his wrist in a hold. It was a firm hold, a squeeze and let go, before he was turning to the other one. He advanced on him, placing himself between both and Aleksandra. "How about you gain some common sense and realize the bullshit that you're pulling with some official's daughter?" This is why he hated campus security. They had no brains. "Take your partner, get him looked at, hope that there aren't charges pressed against you for sexual harassment, and I will take care of the charges," the amount of disdain, "and reports and hope that I don't bring either of you up on the complete and utter bullshit way that you are handling this." Perhaps repetition would get through their heads. Who the hell just touched people without permission?
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Posted: Tue May 03, 2016 9:13 pm
The pair of campus security officers got to their feet and into their car, though not without copious muttering. Probably they were intimidated by Jeremiah's seething disdain, but either way, Aleksandra was still taut as a drawn bowstring, like he might snap at any second. It all felt wrong, why did people keep touching him, what was wrong with him that this kept happening-- His hands were reddened and bruising already, and he stared after the security officer's car through tear-filled green eyes.
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Posted: Tue May 03, 2016 10:15 pm
Jeremiah maintained a certain level of distance from Aleksy but he turned around to face him once he was sure that the security was gone and not returning. "I would ask if you are alright but I know the answer." The detective would not reach out to touch but he did tilt his head towards the car. "The offer still stands. I've got a first aid kit in the car and I can give you a ride to a place of your choosing." Then he was going to have to write a report up and contact the campus and have a word about that security pair. Really. ********. Stupid. This entire thing was handled so inappropriately that he was inwardly seething.
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Posted: Tue May 03, 2016 10:34 pm
He wanted to spill his guts. He wanted to shout at somebody, to rage the way he wasn't allowed to at home, to demand understanding and patience and he did none of it. Aleksandra uncurled his hands, a step at a time, fingers moving restlessly. Whatever he needed, he couldn't articulate it through the steel vise clamped around his throat and the burning in his eyes. "Yeah," he croaked finally. "But don't--don't ******** me, just don't."
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Posted: Tue May 03, 2016 10:48 pm
Jeremiah gestured towards the opened car door. "Go head and get in," he gestured towards the car, then rolled his eyes when he realized they had opened up the back ******** wrong. Jeremiah gave Aleksandra a reasonable berth as he went to the car. He closed the door to the backseat and opened up the passenger seat (his car forever meant for the other side of the pond) for him to get in. The only thing he did was wordlessly pull out and offer a handkerchief for Aleksy to take and use. "Use that for now, I'll have to dig the first aid kit out of the trunk but I would prefer to do that off campus." Did not need anymore prying eyes.
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Posted: Wed May 04, 2016 2:43 am
Aleksandra accepted the handkerchief and slumped into Jeremiah's car. Rather than do anything useful, like scrub the dried blood off his face, he just. Pressed it over his eyes. Then he grabbed the door and slammed it, because he was a teenager and that's what they did, didn't they? If he was upset, or crying, or whatever--he expected Detective Mercer to just keep on ignoring him--he curled into the seat, tucking his backpack into his lap like a shield.
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