Frankie Lawrence || The Rebel For as long as Frankie could remember, she's been running from the G.C.P.D and from the coppers of Gotham. Her rebellious attitude started when she was abandoned on the street in her childhood days, and has become quite the icon in the streets of Gotham. Burglary, arson, breaking the peace, the lot. The street kids looked up to her, no matter how screwed up she seemed in the head.. She brought them food, so they couldn't really complain.
So, when she heard the sirens closing in, she panicked. In the back alley, she had a guy cornered. In order to get his money, she started to threaten and intimidate him. Throwing a punch, when the man reached into his belt to get something, Frankie felt her heart stop. She saw a black object, with a trigger and a golden rimmed outline. With his own gun, she shot him in the foot leaving him crying and wailing in pain. It was all an accident, as he pulled out the gun. A girls gotta do what a girls gotta do to keep alive.
She couldn't believe, for the fifth time in the space of a month, she was being dragged into the station. Normally Gordon, or rather
'Jimbo' as she called him, would take her in. It surprised her when someone else dragged her in. There must be a really high priority case at hand.
Maybe they'd be too busy to notice if she slipped out.
Of course, once she was cuffed to the desk, she let out a groan.
"You bloody ass wipe! If you don't let me go, I swear to god you'll regret it!" Once the man gave her no response, a low sigh passed her lips, and she cast her gaze down to her worn-out sneakers. Of course, upon seeing a pair of rather sophisticated shoes in her vision, she looked up instantly.
Call Frankie weird, but she always had a small thing for the weird guys. She hated the normal hunky man with a jawline that could kill - no, part of the reason she stayed in Gotham were for their peculiar males. Her eyes traced over his facial features, and she couldn't help but smirk once she met his eyes.
"Fine lady?" Raising a quizzical amused brow, Frankie tugged at her cuffed hand slightly.
"Well, ur, hi Oswald. I'm Francesca Lawrence. Depending on my mood, I might allow you to call me Frankie." With a small smile, Frankie chewed on her bottom lip, looking at the desk.
"Damn, how much will the bail be this time..?" Mumbling to no-one in particular, she shook her head with a disappointed sigh
Jim Gordon || The Good CopJim was assigned to look after Arbor, and to get her statement. However, unlike Harvey, Jim wasn't blunt. He knew the Captain wanted a statement, but he wasn't going to rush Arbor in case of false information is said because of nerves.
"Miss Burwick, we need a statement. Anything at all, even if it is something small. We can track down who did this, but we need your co-operation. Unlike my partner, Harvey, I'm patient. You can take all the time you need. Do you need a drink, Miss Burwick?"Jim's face was calm, collection, and relaxed. How he stayed relaxed in cases like these, he didn't know - but when there was a pretty woman involved, he knew he had to make an impression. Arbor looked beautiful. Radiant. Despite the small cut on her lip with dried blood surrounding the small wound, Jim saw that under her scared and frightened aura there was a beautiful, sweet woman. He really shouldn't be thinking this, but he hadn't seen a woman this pretty in a long time. After all, a man can dream, right?
//it's okay!! as an fyi i changed Frankie's FC and I apologize for the short one for Jim\\