Post by Declan Prescott on Jun 30, 2010 5:52:46 GMT -5
"You fucking retard. We don't have the evidence!"
"We don't need it, Doug. We just need her to think we do!"
"I'm not gonna bring her in for questioning, until I'm absolutely certain we can break her, Ben. Prescott won't crack. He'd die or spend his entire life in prison, before letting anything happen to her. We can't get to him, but she's a different story. She'll crumble if we back her far enough into a corner."
"But how are we gonna do that?! Any evidence we find goes missing, we haven't found a single witness... unless you want to count Savana, that is."
"Shut your yap! That piece of shit will talk, because I'll make him!"
"You can't trust him, Doug!"
"I don't have to trust him. I just need him to get me a conviction."
"You're slipping, Doug. Ever since your car got rammed - "
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"SHE HAS A NAME!!"
Maguire had taken Franks by the collar and slammed him to the wall. Traces of fear were obvious in Franks' eyes, but his tone was as calm as ever.
"Doug - "
"No," Maguire hissed, spit splattering onto Franks' face. "Prescott knows who attacked Selena! I know he does! And he'll pay for what he - "
"Listen to yourself, Doug! There's no way you can know that the accident was Prescott's doing or even that it was intentional! You have to pull back! You can't even think straight anymore!"
"FUCK YOU! HE'D BE DEAD IF I HAD MY WAY!"
Maguire swung Franks to the floor, the circular detective sweating intensely and breathing heavily.
"I thought you stood for justice, Doug. I thought that was the vow you made to her!"
"..."
It made her uncomfortable. Having all those people in their apartment. Brandon McSkinny had spent the last three days sprawled on the balcony, drowning himself in every alcoholic substance known to man. Apparently Declan could understand the pain he was going through and had been unusually supportive. Travis Roberts was asleep on the couch, despite it being two o'clock in the afternoon. That yellow sideshow circus freak was constantly hovering over him, as if he was afraid that sudden death could befall the oddball stoner at any second. And to top it all off, her bladder was moments away from rupturing, but she couldn't use the bathroom, because that fucking penguin had been scrubbing himself in the shower for the last two hours.
"You've been waiting outside the bathroom for a long time," Declan said, approaching her from behind and sliding his hands onto her stomach. She promptly moved them to her breasts, to avoid the slight pressure his hands applied to her bladder.
"I know," she said, rubbing the back of her head on his shoulder. "If that fucking penguin would HURRY THE FUCK UP AND GET OUT OF THE SHOWER!!"
"Hey," Declan responded. "Even I'm afraid to make that birdy mad. He's got one foul temper and a mouth to match. Maybe there's somewhere else you could pee..."
Cara was silent for several moments, before he eyes suddenly widened in shock. "Eww!" she squeaked. "Don't be gross!"
"Actually, I was thinking Skinny's next beer bottle. I bet he wouldn't even notice."
Cara blushed heavily and then looked at the ground, a tear of shame seeping from her eye. "You shouldn't joke about stuff like that."
"Aw, I'm sorry," he replied, taking her by the hand. "Come on, let's go for a drive. They have toilets at the arena."
"What?!" she barked, her words completely filled with surprise. "We're going all the way to the arena just so I can pee?!"
"It's like a five minute drive," he said, both of them knowing it was at least four times that. "Besides, I can't have my princess unhappy."
"I'm your queen now," she spoke, grinning and shoving her golden ring in Declan's face.
"Yeah, but princesses are prettier."
Declan and Cara walked out the apartment front door, Cara's legs uncharacteristically close together. Apparently they were going to the GIW arena, just so she could take a fucking piss! Or perhaps I had forgotten to replace the vodka in this batch of bottles with water and I really was drunk. Even for Declan, that was fucking whipped.
But it didn't really matter where they were going, because they were going alone. He'd be vulnerable to that lunatic's attack. I had pretended to be totally traumatised from losing the Man Championship, so Declan would allow me access to his apartment. Truth be told, I was fine with it. Chen was much more suited to holding that belt, than I. No shame in losing to the better competitor. But pretending to be intoxicated to the point of Sean Jensen levels of retardation was the only way I could get that serpent to drop her guard. I knew there were only two ways he'd feel sorry enough for me to let me into his home - if I had lost a loved one or a wrestling Title. And with the likes of BoolZ and Austin running around, I had no chance at the former. Hell, I didn't even know how I had obtained the latter!
I pulled myself up, still gurgling as if I was drunk off my face, and began stumbling towards the apartment door. Once I was on the other side and out of eD's view, I began sprinting down the hallway and towards the parking lot. I had to stay close!
I wasn't about to let Declan receive the same fate as Peter.
"We don't need it, Doug. We just need her to think we do!"
"I'm not gonna bring her in for questioning, until I'm absolutely certain we can break her, Ben. Prescott won't crack. He'd die or spend his entire life in prison, before letting anything happen to her. We can't get to him, but she's a different story. She'll crumble if we back her far enough into a corner."
"But how are we gonna do that?! Any evidence we find goes missing, we haven't found a single witness... unless you want to count Savana, that is."
"Shut your yap! That piece of shit will talk, because I'll make him!"
"You can't trust him, Doug!"
"I don't have to trust him. I just need him to get me a conviction."
"You're slipping, Doug. Ever since your car got rammed - "
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"SHE HAS A NAME!!"
Maguire had taken Franks by the collar and slammed him to the wall. Traces of fear were obvious in Franks' eyes, but his tone was as calm as ever.
"Doug - "
"No," Maguire hissed, spit splattering onto Franks' face. "Prescott knows who attacked Selena! I know he does! And he'll pay for what he - "
"Listen to yourself, Doug! There's no way you can know that the accident was Prescott's doing or even that it was intentional! You have to pull back! You can't even think straight anymore!"
"FUCK YOU! HE'D BE DEAD IF I HAD MY WAY!"
Maguire swung Franks to the floor, the circular detective sweating intensely and breathing heavily.
"I thought you stood for justice, Doug. I thought that was the vow you made to her!"
"..."
* * * * *
It made her uncomfortable. Having all those people in their apartment. Brandon McSkinny had spent the last three days sprawled on the balcony, drowning himself in every alcoholic substance known to man. Apparently Declan could understand the pain he was going through and had been unusually supportive. Travis Roberts was asleep on the couch, despite it being two o'clock in the afternoon. That yellow sideshow circus freak was constantly hovering over him, as if he was afraid that sudden death could befall the oddball stoner at any second. And to top it all off, her bladder was moments away from rupturing, but she couldn't use the bathroom, because that fucking penguin had been scrubbing himself in the shower for the last two hours.
"You've been waiting outside the bathroom for a long time," Declan said, approaching her from behind and sliding his hands onto her stomach. She promptly moved them to her breasts, to avoid the slight pressure his hands applied to her bladder.
"I know," she said, rubbing the back of her head on his shoulder. "If that fucking penguin would HURRY THE FUCK UP AND GET OUT OF THE SHOWER!!"
"Hey," Declan responded. "Even I'm afraid to make that birdy mad. He's got one foul temper and a mouth to match. Maybe there's somewhere else you could pee..."
Cara was silent for several moments, before he eyes suddenly widened in shock. "Eww!" she squeaked. "Don't be gross!"
"Actually, I was thinking Skinny's next beer bottle. I bet he wouldn't even notice."
Cara blushed heavily and then looked at the ground, a tear of shame seeping from her eye. "You shouldn't joke about stuff like that."
"Aw, I'm sorry," he replied, taking her by the hand. "Come on, let's go for a drive. They have toilets at the arena."
"What?!" she barked, her words completely filled with surprise. "We're going all the way to the arena just so I can pee?!"
"It's like a five minute drive," he said, both of them knowing it was at least four times that. "Besides, I can't have my princess unhappy."
"I'm your queen now," she spoke, grinning and shoving her golden ring in Declan's face.
"Yeah, but princesses are prettier."
* * * * *
Declan and Cara walked out the apartment front door, Cara's legs uncharacteristically close together. Apparently they were going to the GIW arena, just so she could take a fucking piss! Or perhaps I had forgotten to replace the vodka in this batch of bottles with water and I really was drunk. Even for Declan, that was fucking whipped.
But it didn't really matter where they were going, because they were going alone. He'd be vulnerable to that lunatic's attack. I had pretended to be totally traumatised from losing the Man Championship, so Declan would allow me access to his apartment. Truth be told, I was fine with it. Chen was much more suited to holding that belt, than I. No shame in losing to the better competitor. But pretending to be intoxicated to the point of Sean Jensen levels of retardation was the only way I could get that serpent to drop her guard. I knew there were only two ways he'd feel sorry enough for me to let me into his home - if I had lost a loved one or a wrestling Title. And with the likes of BoolZ and Austin running around, I had no chance at the former. Hell, I didn't even know how I had obtained the latter!
I pulled myself up, still gurgling as if I was drunk off my face, and began stumbling towards the apartment door. Once I was on the other side and out of eD's view, I began sprinting down the hallway and towards the parking lot. I had to stay close!
I wasn't about to let Declan receive the same fate as Peter.
