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font-size: 12px;">Definitely the worst part about committing crimes is how boring holding cells are when you get caught. Whichever dumbass failed to catch that last camera in the Ascension Financial Credit Union on Harewood Drive is going to have a date with some third degree burns for letting her get stuck here for the umpteenth time this month.<br/>
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<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#add3ff">“Can the whistling, Vanderroest!”</span><br/>
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Rolling her eyes, she turns to tapping <i>Experience</i> by Ludovico Einaudi on her leg instead. It’s better than bashing her head against the stone wall behind her. She’s never been a particular fan of classical music, but she’d heard the piece at an upper-class club she’d crashed recently and couldn’t get parts of it out of her head.<br/>
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She’s been stuck here for three hours now, which is a long time for her followers to keep her in here. The police must be raising quite the stink about her ever-amassing charges. She’s not worried, though, between the cops she already has in her pocket and the greedy nature of humanity. If her followers can’t buy her way out, they can always torch the place down.<br/>
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<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#add3ff">“You’re here again?”</span><br/>
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<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#659bda">“You say that like it’s a surprise,”</span> she grunts, rolling her head to meet dark bespectacled eyes. She can never remember this dork-in-a-sweater-vest’s name, no matter how many times he’s given it to her. She gets the feeling that she’s not the only one with that problem.<br/>
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<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#add3ff">“Would you like some coffee?”</span> he asks, holding out a cup. <span class="fixed-color" style="color:#add3ff">“It might be a little on the cooler side now, though.”</span> She extends a palm, blue and white embers dancing across the skin. He chuckles. <span class="fixed-color" style="color:#add3ff">“Right. So do you want it?”</span><br/>
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<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#659bda">“Sure,”</span> she sighs, taking the drink and watching as the muddy liquid begins to boil in her grasp. She sips it without flinching, tongue immediately going numb. It’s weird how this loser keeps trying to chat with her whenever she’s here, but apparently, she reminds him of a friend of his, so that’s probably why. It’s pretty pathetic, really, his rambling while she pretends to listen. There’s no way he thinks they’re actually friends, right? Maybe he’s just absurdly lonely. Perhaps if he didn’t seem like such a pushover, that’d change for him.<br/>
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Feeling kind, she tosses some of the drink on the man’s sweater, deadpanning an <span class="fixed-color" style="color:#659bda">“oops.”</span> He interrupts whatever he was rambling about, brows pinching and lips thinning in a frown. She waits for the impending rage and braces herself for a fight.<br/>
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However, he just chuckles, looking down at the brown stain beginning to drip onto the linoleum floors of the station. <span class="fixed-color" style="color:#add3ff">“Sorry, I’ll leave you alone,”</span> he says, disappearing quickly down the hallway.<br/>
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Her jaw clicks, pissed by his lack of a response. What a pathetic person.<br/>
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<div style="text-align: center"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#659bda"><i class="fa fa-fire-alt"></i> <i class="fa fa-fire-alt"></i> <i class="fa fa-fire-alt"></i> <i class="fa fa-fire-alt"></i></span>​</div><br/>
<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#add3ff">“Alright, Vanderroest, you can go,”</span> one of the guards barks minutes later, unlocking and opening up the door of the cage they’ve thrown her in.<br/>
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Smirking, she keeps her head high as she slinks through the building and out the front door. There’s a car already waiting for her, Firth in the driver’s seat. She gets in the passenger seat, reclining into the leather that embraces her much less awkwardly than a stone wall and a wooden bench. <span class="fixed-color" style="color:#659bda">“What’d we end up with?”</span><br/>
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<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#add3ff">“Guys got about two hundred grand out before they had to scram,”</span> Firth answers, her eyes locked on the road ahead of them as she pulls out.<br/>
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Not ideal, but it’s better than nothing. <span class="fixed-color" style="color:#659bda">“We’ll try again in a month. Fortunately, we’re not dying for funds at the moment. Took you an awful lot of time to get me out.”</span><br/>
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<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#add3ff">“Yeah, well. Believe it or not, arson starts becoming more serious once incidents start getting into the double digits.”</span><br/>
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<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#659bda">“You ought to talk more politely to your superior,”</span> she lectures, making Firth snort. <span class="fixed-color" style="color:#659bda">“Just take me to the bar, will you? I need a drink after listening to those self-righteous bastards.”</span><br/>
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<div style="text-align: center"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#659bda"><i class="fa fa-fire-alt"></i> <i class="fa fa-fire-alt"></i> <i class="fa fa-fire-alt"></i> <i class="fa fa-fire-alt"></i></span>​</div><br/>
It seems she’s not the only one having an unpleasant afternoon. Although, in this city, it’s doubtful most people are having a pleasant one. When she enters <i>All Hallow’s Eve</i>, though, it’s the picture of discomfort. The bartender appears to be restraining herself from strangling some smug-looking customer nursing a whiskey, and isn’t that relatable. Slipping onto one of the stools a few seats down, she’s quick to lean toward the bartender as she approaches, smirking as she asks, <span class="fixed-color" style="color:#659bda">“Say the word and I’ll torch the douche if you need.”</span><br/>
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