06/27/07 // OOC!Psiren, OOC!Roy, OOC!Scar
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omg_fmaWho: OOC!Psiren, OOC!Roy, OOC!Scar
When: 06/27/07
Rating: PG-13 (some language; description of a thorough beating)
Category: Side Plots
Summary: Roy-chan goes to interview Mal about the attack, and Clara is there for moral support.
OOC!Psiren: *knocks on Mal's door* ...Mal?
OOC!Scar: *wakes up with a start, shaking his head and wiping at his mouth with the back of his hand* Yeah?
OOC!Psiren: *opens the door, poking her head in and smiling* ...Hey, it's me. Um... I've got Colonel Mustang with me....
OOC!Scar: *sits up a bit straighter in bed, trying to look presentable* Come in, Clara, don't just stand there *smiles*
OOC!Roy: *hangs around outside the door and listens in to what's going on*
OOC!Psiren: *smiles a little more back, coming in and holding the door for Roy-chan*
OOC!Scar: *peers around Clara's shoulder, trying to see this Colonel everyone's been talking about* And you too, uh sir. *not sure if that's polite, figures it's not rude in any case*
OOC!Roy: *goes into the room and gives Mal a friendly smile* Hello. You must be Mal.
OOC!Scar: *holds out his free hand - the other rather occupied with being in a sling* for Mustang to shake* Nice to meet you.
OOC!Roy: *shakes Mal's hand* Nice to meet you too. I only wish it was in better circumstances ...
OOC!Psiren: *closes the door behind them, then fetches a couple of chairs, bringing them close to the bed*
OOC!Scar: *gives a rather rueful grin* Ah, well. Won't hold it against ya. *trying not to betray how nervous he is about the proceedings*
OOC!Psiren: *can tell he's nervous, gives him a reassuring smile*
OOC!Roy: *smiles at Clara as he sits down on the chair further away from Mal, thinking he might want someone he actually knows to sit nearer to him* Thanks.
OOC!Psiren: *glances at Roy-chan and sits as well*
OOC!Scar: *fidgets with the blanket, gnawing at his bottom lip, not sure if the Colonel's going to start asking questions, or if he should just start talking ... *
OOC!Roy: *can also tell that he's nervous and wants to be as reassuring as possible* So, um, how're you feeling, Mal? A bit better, I hope ...?
OOC!Scar: *latches onto the topic at once* So much. They've been really great here, I feel nearly perfect already. Of course that's probably due to loads and loads of meds, but you know. Not complaining.
OOC!Psiren: *smiles* I'm glad they've been taking such good care of you....
OOC!Roy: *smiles* I'm so pleased that you're feeling better! The hospital staff are really good here, some of the best I think ... Have they told you when you can leave yet?
OOC!Scar: In, uh, about two days. *glances at Clara oddly, thinking about his resolution to talk to her later about renting one of her rooms, once he finds a job*
OOC!Scar: *... but he knows now isn't the time; the Colonel must be an important man, and have other business to get to*
OOC!Psiren: *catches the odd look, blinking at him questioningly*
OOC!Roy: That's good, at least. Can't be much fun for you, sitting here all day.
OOC!Scar: *...just grins to cover it up, that should work; shrugs at Mustang* Not really, no. But I'm gettin' a lot of visitors, at least.
OOC!Roy: It's always nice to get visitors in hosital. *smiles slightly, fiddling with the hem of his jacket* Would you mind telling me the extent of your injuries, Mal?
OOC!Scar: *nods, heart beating a little faster out of nerves as they start getting down to the serious stuff*
OOC!Scar: Of course. Um, it was - stitches for my head, broken collarbone, a few broken ribs and toes, some other cuts that didn't need stitches...
OOC!Roy: Would you mind at all if I wrote this down?
OOC!Scar: *laughs nervously* No, I want you to remember it all. 'course you can. *resorts to sarcasm when he's uncomfortable, oh yeah*
OOC!Psiren: *watching Mal carefully, concerned, glancing at Roy-chan from time to time*
OOC!Roy: *chuckles* Thank you. I just ... always like to ask people. I wouldn't want to put someone off ... *reaches for a notebook and pen in his pocket, pulls them out and scribbles down the information*
OOC!Scar: *almost agrees and launches into a story about how his buddy nearly failed his driving test because of his rabid fear of people taking notes on him on a clipboard...*
OOC!Scar: *...but bites it back, knowing it would just be him babbling because he wants to put this off*
OOC!Roy: *shakes his head at the list, swallowing hard* This is ... terrible.
OOC!Scar: *bites the inside of his cheek and shrugs*
OOC!Psiren: *allows herself to think some rather un-Christian thoughts about the men who attacked him... will confess later*
OOC!Roy: I - I can't tell you how sorry I am that this has happened to you, Mal. It's just ... well, I would say unbelievable, but unfortunately ... *sighs deeply*
OOC!Scar: *grins perplexedly, though something in his chest has gone tight* Don't apologize, ma- uh, sir.
OOC!Roy: *smiles a tiny bit* Please, call me Roy?
OOC!Scar: *relieved at that, he's horrible at addressing people respectfully - he shows his respect through excessive familiarity* Sure thing, man.
OOC!Roy: *hates himself for asking this question, especially now, but it needs to be done* Mal, I - I really hate having to ask you to - to do this, but ... can you describe the men who attacked you and what exactly happened for me, please?
OOC!Scar: *looks at Clara for reassurance, breathing out slowly, steeling himself* Alright... *hesitates, wondering where to start*
OOC!Psiren: *gives him a small smile*
OOC!Scar: *feels heartened, looks back at Roy* Right. Um ... so I don't know what Clara's told you already, so I'll just - start at the beginning. I was gonna be playing for the party - I play guitar, by the way - and...
OOC!Roy: *smiles at him, trying to be reassuring, pen at the ready*
OOC!Scar: Um, I ran into three guys in uniform by the bike shop. They were looking at me kind of funny, but Ed told me when I first met him that my double from this dimension was some kind of ...
OOC!Scar: ...alchemist-killer, so I thought they might just be mistaking me for him. *swallows, looking down at his hands* But um. They weren't.
OOC!Psiren: *still wondering about that, plans to ask Ed... frowns very slightly, watching him*
OOC!Roy: *writing all this down faithfully, looks up at 'alchemist-killer'; mutters* Alchemist killer ...?
OOC!Scar: You'd have to ask Ed. *shrugs, still looking down* Anyway, one of them was ... pretty tall I think, the other two were about average.
OOC!Scar: One of the shorter ones was blond and kind of thinner than the others. He did most of the -um - talking.
OOC!Roy: *jots down the descriptions* OK ... could - I mean, would you mind giving me a - an example of what he was saying? It's just ... it would make it easier to make a case against him ...
OOC!Scar: I'm sorry I can't describe 'em better. S-sure. He said... *frowns, forcing himself to repeat it* Well, before they did anything he said something about...
OOC!Scar: s-savages like me not being allowed in the city ... and he asked if I hadn't um 'gotten enough' and if I was 'back for more
OOC!Scar: It - makes sense now, I had no idea what he was on about then, I didn't know there was a war.
OOC!Roy: *shakes his head, gritting his teeth* That only makes what he did even worse.
OOC!Scar: I mean. *looks up, wanting to make this clear* I noticed there weren't really any other Ishbalans around, and I couldn't find a single Temple in town, but I j-just thought it was a dimension thing.
OOC!Psiren: *swallows, clutching at her skirts, quietly angry*
OOC!Scar: A-anyway *haltingly* I was just gonna walk away, but before I could the tall one grabbed me by the hair and said they hadn't told me I could leave.
OOC!Scar: I didn't - know if they were arresting me, but I didn't want to fight with law-enforcing types, and I knew I hadn't d-done anything wrong, so I thought, OK.
OOC!Psiren: *bites the inside of her lip*
OOC!Roy: *swallows hard as he writes all this down, quietly fuming at the paper; composes himself before he looks up* Is there anything else, anything at all, that you could tell me, Mal ...?
OOC!Scar: *laughs tonelessly, smiling down at his hands* Oh, there's plenty more. *bitterly, but then he allows* If - you don't want to hear it, that's OK.
OOC!Roy: *narrows his eyes* Oh, please. Go on. I want as much information as I can get against these three.
OOC!Scar: *nods* So - uh - I started thinking something was wrong when they didn't take me to a station or anything, they just marched me into the alley...
OOC!Scar: and as... as soon as we were out of sight one of them - I didn't see which - gave me this... *points to his still-vivid black eye*
OOC!Psiren: *lips pressed together, still clutching her skirts tightly*
OOC!Roy: *watches Mal carefully, glancing at the notebook as he scribbles*
OOC!Scar: That's um ...that's when they started kicking me and yelling lots of awful things about Ishbalans - racial slurs and stuff - and I figured I d-didn't care if they were from the military, I just wanted to get out of there
OOC!Roy: *bites lip* Of course ...
OOC!Scar: But I - I'm not that strong, and I couldn't get that far before they knocked me down again. They uh - they thought it was really funny, letting me get almost halfway before tripping me...
OOC!Psiren: *finds her vision has suddenly become rather blurry, blinks rapidly to clear it*
OOC!Scar: I managed to kick one of them in the shin, and he was so pissed ... that's when he got out his baton and did this *gestures to his collarbone* and I couldn't get up much after that...
OOC!Roy: *tries to keep his writing readable, even though his hands have started shaking - whether from anger or shock and horror, he's not sure*
OOC!Scar: S-so I tried a-asking them to stop, but that didn't work. So then I thought m-maybe if I made a lot of noise someone would hear and come help, but the blond one just c-covered my mouth with his hand...
OOC!Roy: *swallows the lump in his throat* D-do you know what - what time this happened? Just - just approximately?
OOC!Scar: *pauses for a moment swallowing* Uh ... I was scared I was gonna be late for the party, and that was around lunchtime, right? So maybe - uh - twelve o'clock?
OOC!Scar: They - um - they t-took their time though
OOC!Scar: S-so I don't really know.
OOC!Scar: B-but after a while I guess they were getting sick of it...
OOC!Roy: *take a deep breath, thinking that someone definitely should have heard him and helped, but evidently no one did* Right ... so, um ... what - what did they do then?
OOC!Psiren: *feels guilty about having a party while all of this was going on... knows it's unreasonable... feels guilty anyway*
OOC!Scar: *rubs the back of his neck with his hand, looking at the wall on the opposite side of the room as though it fascinated him* The um. The tall one pulled out a knife...
OOC!Roy: *eyes widen* Oh. Oh, no ...
OOC!Scar: *shudders, and is immediate embarrassed with himself* Yeah, uh. That's when I really f-freaked out, 'cause I was sure they were gonna kill me...
OOC!Scar: And ... m-my brother would never know what happened ... and I didn't think there was anything I c-could do...
OOC!Scar: And he said - *swallows* he started cutting me while the other ones held my arms behind my b-back... t-talking about h-how...
OOC!Scar: ...h-how it was too bad I wasn't an Ishbalan girl or he'd have had a l-lot more fun 't-teaching me a lesson'... *glances at Clara, feeling utterly disgusted to be male for a brief moment*
OOC!Psiren: *hands clasped tightly together, slightly pale, looking at her lap*
OOC!Roy: *absolutely horrified* How - how dare he even --! That's just - just ...
OOC!Roy: When I get my hands on the man who did this, he is going to be so sorry that he ever even thought about doing this ...
OOC!Scar: *nods, scraping his nails along the back of his neck, trying to convince himself to just finish the story, since he's so close to being done*
OOC!Scar: A-Anyway, one of them got a call saying they needed to go investigate s-some gunfire nearby. I think - they let me go and hit me again, and my head hit the corner of this crate that was there...
OOC!Roy: Gunfire ...?
OOC!Psiren: *swallows, her mouth dry* ...The crazy man, at the park....
OOC!Scar: *shrugs* I -uh - I think. Something like that. I was too scared to really listen.
OOC!Scar: But -uh - you might want to write down that I th-think they p-probably would have killed me, but they had to go or someone would n-notice they hadn't answered the call...
OOC!Psiren: *finds it intensely surreal that the men were probably at the park while the party was still going on*
OOC!Roy: *nods* Of course I will.
OOC!Scar: *lapses into silence, wiping the tears from his face in the most casual way he can*
OOC!Psiren: *blinking back tears as well, reaches out reflexively to touch his arm*
OOC!Roy: *having a hard time not crying himself* Mal ... Mal, I promise you that I am going to find the people who did this. I don't know if Clara or Edward told you, but we've already caught one of them ...
OOC!Scar: *smiles in a somewhat watery way at Clara* Yeah ... Ed told me. Brought me back my jacket. *nods to the red jacket folded on top of his backpack* And - th-thanks. Really.
OOC!Scar: But - you caught him?
OOC!Scar: He j-just said he broke his nose.
OOC!Psiren: *returns the smile in kind, squeezing his arm lightly*
OOC!Roy: *smiles little bit* You don't need to thank me. And yes, we've caught him. Edward came to me and gave me a description. The broken nose made him pretty hard to miss when he came into work, so I had him arrested.
OOC!Scar: Roy? *makes eye-contact again, his red-eyes red-rimmed but resolute* Could you tell me what's going to happen? I mean - I don't know about the process, or...?
OOC!Roy: OK ... *takes a deep breath* Once the man we have in custody has been identified, he won't have anywhere to hide, really ...
OOC!Roy: ... especially because the shooting is his alibi at the moment, and you've just proved that the attack happened before he was called to that ...
OOC!Roy: So then we'll be able to schedule a trial. Hopefully - if he has any sense - he'll plead guilty, and tell us about his accomplices, and we'll get them too ...
OOC!Scar: *glances at Clara, face paling slightly* I told Clara before ... that is ... how public is the trial going to be?
OOC!Scar: *gives Clara the 'help me out' look*
OOC!Psiren: *squeezes his arm again, glancing from Mal to Roy* ...Is he going to have to testify?
OOC!Roy: *runs his fingers through his hair* I, um ... possibly. *bites his lip* I think we could, um, arrange for you to just speak to the judge, or something ...
OOC!Psiren: *nods* If we could do that, that would be best. *frowning slightly*
OOC!Scar: *nods fervently, his throat too tight to speak, very grateful Clara is there*
OOC!Roy: Of course. *turns to Mal* The last thing that I want to do is make you feel uncomfortable. I'm sorry.
OOC!Psiren: Thank you Roy. Let us know when you find out more about that.
OOC!Scar: *shrugs, knowing he's only doing what's necessary* I can tell. I appreciate it. Sorry to trouble you.
OOC!Scar: I - I suppose, if it comes down to it ... I could handle it. Testifying. If - there was no other choice.
OOC!Psiren: *rubs his arm lightly*
OOC!Roy: I will do everything in my power to find another way for you. I wouldn't want you to have to - to tell a whole room full of people what you just told me, not unless it was absolutely necessary ...
OOC!Scar: It's not... the room full of people, so much. It's seeing them.
OOC!Psiren: *quietly* At the very least, if you could make sure he doesn't have to see those men again...?
OOC!Scar: *grins weakly at how he and Clara both said the same thing at once*
OOC!Psiren: *twitches up the corner of her mouth at him, not feeling particularly grinny*
OOC!Roy: If everything goes well, then of course not. Not ever ... *pauses for a second, really, really hating himself with a passion for this* But if - if the man we have now doesn't - doesn't tell us who the others were ...
OOC!Roy: It would only ever be to identify them, you wouldn't even have to be in the same room.
OOC!Scar: *shoulders tense, looking away* I could do that.
OOC!Psiren: *swallows, glancing at Mal*
OOC!Roy: I'm so sorry, Mal. I know it's a lot to ask ... *feels like a horrible person, almost on the same level as the guys who beat Mal up in teh first place, for asking this of him*
OOC!Scar: *shakes his head* Don't worry about me, man. I can totally handle it. Thanks for all the help... even though you don't know me. I won't forget.
OOC!Scar: *nods, adjusting the way he's sitting so that his splited shoulders are supported better* Uh, Clara? Can I talk to you tomorrow sometime? I know you've probably got stuff to do ... but it'll be quick.
OOC!Psiren: *blinks* Of course, I was planning on visiting anyway.
OOC!Roy: *puts his notebook and pen back in his pocket and stands up, getting ready to leave* Right then, I'll, um ... let you get some more rest. If there are any new developments, I'll let you know straight away. *smiles*
OOC!Scar: Sweet. Thanks. *realizes a moment later that Roy told him not to say thanks, but doesn't care*
OOC!Roy: *smiles again* I really hope your injuries get better very soon. *heads out of the door, closing it quietly behind him*
OOC!Scar: *surprised at how tired this whole interview left him, squeezes Clara's hand lightly* He was nice, you were right.
OOC!Psiren: *smiles* He's one of the nicest people I know. I don't think I've ever seen him so serious. *squeezes back* ...You alright?
OOC!Scar: ... Yeah. Just ... tired of all this.
OOC!Psiren: *sighs* Yeah, of course you are.... *bites her lip* ...Do you want me to stay for a bit? ...I have some things I need to take care of, and I thought I'd look in on Edward and Ren, but I don't mind....
OOC!Scar: No, it's alright. I'll see you tomorrow *wonders how it is she knows the crazy I-like-killing-people amputee guy, but doesn't want to ask just now* Thank you, Clara.
OOC!Psiren: *smiles* No problem. I'll see you tomorrow, Mal. *squeezes his hand again, getting up and heading for the door*
OOC!Scar: Bye *he says softly as she leaves*
When: 06/27/07
Rating: PG-13 (some language; description of a thorough beating)
Category: Side Plots
Summary: Roy-chan goes to interview Mal about the attack, and Clara is there for moral support.
OOC!Psiren: *knocks on Mal's door* ...Mal?
OOC!Scar: *wakes up with a start, shaking his head and wiping at his mouth with the back of his hand* Yeah?
OOC!Psiren: *opens the door, poking her head in and smiling* ...Hey, it's me. Um... I've got Colonel Mustang with me....
OOC!Scar: *sits up a bit straighter in bed, trying to look presentable* Come in, Clara, don't just stand there *smiles*
OOC!Roy: *hangs around outside the door and listens in to what's going on*
OOC!Psiren: *smiles a little more back, coming in and holding the door for Roy-chan*
OOC!Scar: *peers around Clara's shoulder, trying to see this Colonel everyone's been talking about* And you too, uh sir. *not sure if that's polite, figures it's not rude in any case*
OOC!Roy: *goes into the room and gives Mal a friendly smile* Hello. You must be Mal.
OOC!Scar: *holds out his free hand - the other rather occupied with being in a sling* for Mustang to shake* Nice to meet you.
OOC!Roy: *shakes Mal's hand* Nice to meet you too. I only wish it was in better circumstances ...
OOC!Psiren: *closes the door behind them, then fetches a couple of chairs, bringing them close to the bed*
OOC!Scar: *gives a rather rueful grin* Ah, well. Won't hold it against ya. *trying not to betray how nervous he is about the proceedings*
OOC!Psiren: *can tell he's nervous, gives him a reassuring smile*
OOC!Roy: *smiles at Clara as he sits down on the chair further away from Mal, thinking he might want someone he actually knows to sit nearer to him* Thanks.
OOC!Psiren: *glances at Roy-chan and sits as well*
OOC!Scar: *fidgets with the blanket, gnawing at his bottom lip, not sure if the Colonel's going to start asking questions, or if he should just start talking ... *
OOC!Roy: *can also tell that he's nervous and wants to be as reassuring as possible* So, um, how're you feeling, Mal? A bit better, I hope ...?
OOC!Scar: *latches onto the topic at once* So much. They've been really great here, I feel nearly perfect already. Of course that's probably due to loads and loads of meds, but you know. Not complaining.
OOC!Psiren: *smiles* I'm glad they've been taking such good care of you....
OOC!Roy: *smiles* I'm so pleased that you're feeling better! The hospital staff are really good here, some of the best I think ... Have they told you when you can leave yet?
OOC!Scar: In, uh, about two days. *glances at Clara oddly, thinking about his resolution to talk to her later about renting one of her rooms, once he finds a job*
OOC!Scar: *... but he knows now isn't the time; the Colonel must be an important man, and have other business to get to*
OOC!Psiren: *catches the odd look, blinking at him questioningly*
OOC!Roy: That's good, at least. Can't be much fun for you, sitting here all day.
OOC!Scar: *...just grins to cover it up, that should work; shrugs at Mustang* Not really, no. But I'm gettin' a lot of visitors, at least.
OOC!Roy: It's always nice to get visitors in hosital. *smiles slightly, fiddling with the hem of his jacket* Would you mind telling me the extent of your injuries, Mal?
OOC!Scar: *nods, heart beating a little faster out of nerves as they start getting down to the serious stuff*
OOC!Scar: Of course. Um, it was - stitches for my head, broken collarbone, a few broken ribs and toes, some other cuts that didn't need stitches...
OOC!Roy: Would you mind at all if I wrote this down?
OOC!Scar: *laughs nervously* No, I want you to remember it all. 'course you can. *resorts to sarcasm when he's uncomfortable, oh yeah*
OOC!Psiren: *watching Mal carefully, concerned, glancing at Roy-chan from time to time*
OOC!Roy: *chuckles* Thank you. I just ... always like to ask people. I wouldn't want to put someone off ... *reaches for a notebook and pen in his pocket, pulls them out and scribbles down the information*
OOC!Scar: *almost agrees and launches into a story about how his buddy nearly failed his driving test because of his rabid fear of people taking notes on him on a clipboard...*
OOC!Scar: *...but bites it back, knowing it would just be him babbling because he wants to put this off*
OOC!Roy: *shakes his head at the list, swallowing hard* This is ... terrible.
OOC!Scar: *bites the inside of his cheek and shrugs*
OOC!Psiren: *allows herself to think some rather un-Christian thoughts about the men who attacked him... will confess later*
OOC!Roy: I - I can't tell you how sorry I am that this has happened to you, Mal. It's just ... well, I would say unbelievable, but unfortunately ... *sighs deeply*
OOC!Scar: *grins perplexedly, though something in his chest has gone tight* Don't apologize, ma- uh, sir.
OOC!Roy: *smiles a tiny bit* Please, call me Roy?
OOC!Scar: *relieved at that, he's horrible at addressing people respectfully - he shows his respect through excessive familiarity* Sure thing, man.
OOC!Roy: *hates himself for asking this question, especially now, but it needs to be done* Mal, I - I really hate having to ask you to - to do this, but ... can you describe the men who attacked you and what exactly happened for me, please?
OOC!Scar: *looks at Clara for reassurance, breathing out slowly, steeling himself* Alright... *hesitates, wondering where to start*
OOC!Psiren: *gives him a small smile*
OOC!Scar: *feels heartened, looks back at Roy* Right. Um ... so I don't know what Clara's told you already, so I'll just - start at the beginning. I was gonna be playing for the party - I play guitar, by the way - and...
OOC!Roy: *smiles at him, trying to be reassuring, pen at the ready*
OOC!Scar: Um, I ran into three guys in uniform by the bike shop. They were looking at me kind of funny, but Ed told me when I first met him that my double from this dimension was some kind of ...
OOC!Scar: ...alchemist-killer, so I thought they might just be mistaking me for him. *swallows, looking down at his hands* But um. They weren't.
OOC!Psiren: *still wondering about that, plans to ask Ed... frowns very slightly, watching him*
OOC!Roy: *writing all this down faithfully, looks up at 'alchemist-killer'; mutters* Alchemist killer ...?
OOC!Scar: You'd have to ask Ed. *shrugs, still looking down* Anyway, one of them was ... pretty tall I think, the other two were about average.
OOC!Scar: One of the shorter ones was blond and kind of thinner than the others. He did most of the -um - talking.
OOC!Roy: *jots down the descriptions* OK ... could - I mean, would you mind giving me a - an example of what he was saying? It's just ... it would make it easier to make a case against him ...
OOC!Scar: I'm sorry I can't describe 'em better. S-sure. He said... *frowns, forcing himself to repeat it* Well, before they did anything he said something about...
OOC!Scar: s-savages like me not being allowed in the city ... and he asked if I hadn't um 'gotten enough' and if I was 'back for more
OOC!Scar: It - makes sense now, I had no idea what he was on about then, I didn't know there was a war.
OOC!Roy: *shakes his head, gritting his teeth* That only makes what he did even worse.
OOC!Scar: I mean. *looks up, wanting to make this clear* I noticed there weren't really any other Ishbalans around, and I couldn't find a single Temple in town, but I j-just thought it was a dimension thing.
OOC!Psiren: *swallows, clutching at her skirts, quietly angry*
OOC!Scar: A-anyway *haltingly* I was just gonna walk away, but before I could the tall one grabbed me by the hair and said they hadn't told me I could leave.
OOC!Scar: I didn't - know if they were arresting me, but I didn't want to fight with law-enforcing types, and I knew I hadn't d-done anything wrong, so I thought, OK.
OOC!Psiren: *bites the inside of her lip*
OOC!Roy: *swallows hard as he writes all this down, quietly fuming at the paper; composes himself before he looks up* Is there anything else, anything at all, that you could tell me, Mal ...?
OOC!Scar: *laughs tonelessly, smiling down at his hands* Oh, there's plenty more. *bitterly, but then he allows* If - you don't want to hear it, that's OK.
OOC!Roy: *narrows his eyes* Oh, please. Go on. I want as much information as I can get against these three.
OOC!Scar: *nods* So - uh - I started thinking something was wrong when they didn't take me to a station or anything, they just marched me into the alley...
OOC!Scar: and as... as soon as we were out of sight one of them - I didn't see which - gave me this... *points to his still-vivid black eye*
OOC!Psiren: *lips pressed together, still clutching her skirts tightly*
OOC!Roy: *watches Mal carefully, glancing at the notebook as he scribbles*
OOC!Scar: That's um ...that's when they started kicking me and yelling lots of awful things about Ishbalans - racial slurs and stuff - and I figured I d-didn't care if they were from the military, I just wanted to get out of there
OOC!Roy: *bites lip* Of course ...
OOC!Scar: But I - I'm not that strong, and I couldn't get that far before they knocked me down again. They uh - they thought it was really funny, letting me get almost halfway before tripping me...
OOC!Psiren: *finds her vision has suddenly become rather blurry, blinks rapidly to clear it*
OOC!Scar: I managed to kick one of them in the shin, and he was so pissed ... that's when he got out his baton and did this *gestures to his collarbone* and I couldn't get up much after that...
OOC!Roy: *tries to keep his writing readable, even though his hands have started shaking - whether from anger or shock and horror, he's not sure*
OOC!Scar: S-so I tried a-asking them to stop, but that didn't work. So then I thought m-maybe if I made a lot of noise someone would hear and come help, but the blond one just c-covered my mouth with his hand...
OOC!Roy: *swallows the lump in his throat* D-do you know what - what time this happened? Just - just approximately?
OOC!Scar: *pauses for a moment swallowing* Uh ... I was scared I was gonna be late for the party, and that was around lunchtime, right? So maybe - uh - twelve o'clock?
OOC!Scar: They - um - they t-took their time though
OOC!Scar: S-so I don't really know.
OOC!Scar: B-but after a while I guess they were getting sick of it...
OOC!Roy: *take a deep breath, thinking that someone definitely should have heard him and helped, but evidently no one did* Right ... so, um ... what - what did they do then?
OOC!Psiren: *feels guilty about having a party while all of this was going on... knows it's unreasonable... feels guilty anyway*
OOC!Scar: *rubs the back of his neck with his hand, looking at the wall on the opposite side of the room as though it fascinated him* The um. The tall one pulled out a knife...
OOC!Roy: *eyes widen* Oh. Oh, no ...
OOC!Scar: *shudders, and is immediate embarrassed with himself* Yeah, uh. That's when I really f-freaked out, 'cause I was sure they were gonna kill me...
OOC!Scar: And ... m-my brother would never know what happened ... and I didn't think there was anything I c-could do...
OOC!Scar: And he said - *swallows* he started cutting me while the other ones held my arms behind my b-back... t-talking about h-how...
OOC!Scar: ...h-how it was too bad I wasn't an Ishbalan girl or he'd have had a l-lot more fun 't-teaching me a lesson'... *glances at Clara, feeling utterly disgusted to be male for a brief moment*
OOC!Psiren: *hands clasped tightly together, slightly pale, looking at her lap*
OOC!Roy: *absolutely horrified* How - how dare he even --! That's just - just ...
OOC!Roy: When I get my hands on the man who did this, he is going to be so sorry that he ever even thought about doing this ...
OOC!Scar: *nods, scraping his nails along the back of his neck, trying to convince himself to just finish the story, since he's so close to being done*
OOC!Scar: A-Anyway, one of them got a call saying they needed to go investigate s-some gunfire nearby. I think - they let me go and hit me again, and my head hit the corner of this crate that was there...
OOC!Roy: Gunfire ...?
OOC!Psiren: *swallows, her mouth dry* ...The crazy man, at the park....
OOC!Scar: *shrugs* I -uh - I think. Something like that. I was too scared to really listen.
OOC!Scar: But -uh - you might want to write down that I th-think they p-probably would have killed me, but they had to go or someone would n-notice they hadn't answered the call...
OOC!Psiren: *finds it intensely surreal that the men were probably at the park while the party was still going on*
OOC!Roy: *nods* Of course I will.
OOC!Scar: *lapses into silence, wiping the tears from his face in the most casual way he can*
OOC!Psiren: *blinking back tears as well, reaches out reflexively to touch his arm*
OOC!Roy: *having a hard time not crying himself* Mal ... Mal, I promise you that I am going to find the people who did this. I don't know if Clara or Edward told you, but we've already caught one of them ...
OOC!Scar: *smiles in a somewhat watery way at Clara* Yeah ... Ed told me. Brought me back my jacket. *nods to the red jacket folded on top of his backpack* And - th-thanks. Really.
OOC!Scar: But - you caught him?
OOC!Scar: He j-just said he broke his nose.
OOC!Psiren: *returns the smile in kind, squeezing his arm lightly*
OOC!Roy: *smiles little bit* You don't need to thank me. And yes, we've caught him. Edward came to me and gave me a description. The broken nose made him pretty hard to miss when he came into work, so I had him arrested.
OOC!Scar: Roy? *makes eye-contact again, his red-eyes red-rimmed but resolute* Could you tell me what's going to happen? I mean - I don't know about the process, or...?
OOC!Roy: OK ... *takes a deep breath* Once the man we have in custody has been identified, he won't have anywhere to hide, really ...
OOC!Roy: ... especially because the shooting is his alibi at the moment, and you've just proved that the attack happened before he was called to that ...
OOC!Roy: So then we'll be able to schedule a trial. Hopefully - if he has any sense - he'll plead guilty, and tell us about his accomplices, and we'll get them too ...
OOC!Scar: *glances at Clara, face paling slightly* I told Clara before ... that is ... how public is the trial going to be?
OOC!Scar: *gives Clara the 'help me out' look*
OOC!Psiren: *squeezes his arm again, glancing from Mal to Roy* ...Is he going to have to testify?
OOC!Roy: *runs his fingers through his hair* I, um ... possibly. *bites his lip* I think we could, um, arrange for you to just speak to the judge, or something ...
OOC!Psiren: *nods* If we could do that, that would be best. *frowning slightly*
OOC!Scar: *nods fervently, his throat too tight to speak, very grateful Clara is there*
OOC!Roy: Of course. *turns to Mal* The last thing that I want to do is make you feel uncomfortable. I'm sorry.
OOC!Psiren: Thank you Roy. Let us know when you find out more about that.
OOC!Scar: *shrugs, knowing he's only doing what's necessary* I can tell. I appreciate it. Sorry to trouble you.
OOC!Scar: I - I suppose, if it comes down to it ... I could handle it. Testifying. If - there was no other choice.
OOC!Psiren: *rubs his arm lightly*
OOC!Roy: I will do everything in my power to find another way for you. I wouldn't want you to have to - to tell a whole room full of people what you just told me, not unless it was absolutely necessary ...
OOC!Scar: It's not... the room full of people, so much. It's seeing them.
OOC!Psiren: *quietly* At the very least, if you could make sure he doesn't have to see those men again...?
OOC!Scar: *grins weakly at how he and Clara both said the same thing at once*
OOC!Psiren: *twitches up the corner of her mouth at him, not feeling particularly grinny*
OOC!Roy: If everything goes well, then of course not. Not ever ... *pauses for a second, really, really hating himself with a passion for this* But if - if the man we have now doesn't - doesn't tell us who the others were ...
OOC!Roy: It would only ever be to identify them, you wouldn't even have to be in the same room.
OOC!Scar: *shoulders tense, looking away* I could do that.
OOC!Psiren: *swallows, glancing at Mal*
OOC!Roy: I'm so sorry, Mal. I know it's a lot to ask ... *feels like a horrible person, almost on the same level as the guys who beat Mal up in teh first place, for asking this of him*
OOC!Scar: *shakes his head* Don't worry about me, man. I can totally handle it. Thanks for all the help... even though you don't know me. I won't forget.
OOC!Scar: *nods, adjusting the way he's sitting so that his splited shoulders are supported better* Uh, Clara? Can I talk to you tomorrow sometime? I know you've probably got stuff to do ... but it'll be quick.
OOC!Psiren: *blinks* Of course, I was planning on visiting anyway.
OOC!Roy: *puts his notebook and pen back in his pocket and stands up, getting ready to leave* Right then, I'll, um ... let you get some more rest. If there are any new developments, I'll let you know straight away. *smiles*
OOC!Scar: Sweet. Thanks. *realizes a moment later that Roy told him not to say thanks, but doesn't care*
OOC!Roy: *smiles again* I really hope your injuries get better very soon. *heads out of the door, closing it quietly behind him*
OOC!Scar: *surprised at how tired this whole interview left him, squeezes Clara's hand lightly* He was nice, you were right.
OOC!Psiren: *smiles* He's one of the nicest people I know. I don't think I've ever seen him so serious. *squeezes back* ...You alright?
OOC!Scar: ... Yeah. Just ... tired of all this.
OOC!Psiren: *sighs* Yeah, of course you are.... *bites her lip* ...Do you want me to stay for a bit? ...I have some things I need to take care of, and I thought I'd look in on Edward and Ren, but I don't mind....
OOC!Scar: No, it's alright. I'll see you tomorrow *wonders how it is she knows the crazy I-like-killing-people amputee guy, but doesn't want to ask just now* Thank you, Clara.
OOC!Psiren: *smiles* No problem. I'll see you tomorrow, Mal. *squeezes his hand again, getting up and heading for the door*
OOC!Scar: Bye *he says softly as she leaves*
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