@ Morning Song
(Haha, they've technically been in jail for 6 months now. That's actually long enough to be a full sentence XD
Speaking of long enough, I think this will do. Sorry it's a bit boring, I'm just really anticipating them getting out of jail haha)
Rennyn was glad she agreed, though he wouldn't admit it. Sometimes, the easy way was the best way and he just didn't really feel like struggling with her any more than he had to. He knew that this day wouldn't be the last he saw of her (he wasn't sure he wanted it to be, anyways) and he'd need a lot of patience if he was going to deal with her in the future.
The ease at which he named flowed out of her mouth told Rennyn that she most likely had given him her real name. He shrugged--while that would give a lot of power to some demons, for Rennyn it did nothing but give him a slightly stronger connection to her, making her slightly easier to locate. With a shrug, he decided to give her his real name as well, as he was not opposed to being on equal footing and there was really no reason for him to give a fake one.
Almost immediately after he had done so, an officer came in and approached his cell, making a comment that Rennyn rolled his eyes to. It appeared he would be the first, and he left the cell quietly with only a quick sideways glance at the angel as he passed. He wasn't much worried about himself, but he hoped greatly that she was at least a decent liar.
It took only a minute to navigate back to the main area, where Rennyn was led to a desk somewhere near the back and motioned to sit in the chair facing it. The officer that guided him there sat across from him and let out a deep sigh, as if expecting a long winded and annoying narrative that the other party would negate with a completely opposite account of what went on. Rennyn hated to disappoint, and was tempted to do so, but decided it best not to annoy the man who held his freedom in his hands.
"Alright kid," the officer started, and Rennyn scrunched his nose in distaste. He knew humans liked to use their age as an authority, but it bothered him that this man was assuming so.. wrong. "Wanna tell me what happened back there? You can start with your name."
Rennyn shrugged quietly at first, saying his name and then pausing, thinking of where to begin--really he just wanted to make the man wait a bit for his impatience. "My friend and I were sparring and we may have gotten a little carried away," he offered with a shy smile, putting on his innocent persona now. "Leilah is very competitive so when I kept dodging her, she got a little... frustrated."
The officer pinched the bridge of his nose. "Sparring?" he asked, clearly exasperated. He'd had to go through all this trouble for such a trivial thing? No way.
"We practice different martial arts, but rarely do we get a chance to spar against anyone outside of our fields. It was intended for fun, but I think it must have came off very seriously."
"She had a knife." Okay, well it was actually Rennyn's knife and it was more like a dagger, but he wasn't about to correct the man. He'd let Leilah do that if she wanted to.
"That was... a really poor idea I suppose. We weren't thinking clearly but honestly, we had no intentions of hurting anyone or each other," Rennyn lied easily, biting his lip and looking down at the desk for effect. It seemed to work, because the officer let out another deep sigh and started writing his statement down. After a few more harmless questions, he had Rennyn read and sign the statement and escorted him back to the cells, promising he'd most likely be out soon if Leilah's statement matched. He nodded quietly and gave another glance back to the angel.
You're up.
(Haha, they've technically been in jail for 6 months now. That's actually long enough to be a full sentence XD
Speaking of long enough, I think this will do. Sorry it's a bit boring, I'm just really anticipating them getting out of jail haha)
Rennyn was glad she agreed, though he wouldn't admit it. Sometimes, the easy way was the best way and he just didn't really feel like struggling with her any more than he had to. He knew that this day wouldn't be the last he saw of her (he wasn't sure he wanted it to be, anyways) and he'd need a lot of patience if he was going to deal with her in the future.
The ease at which he named flowed out of her mouth told Rennyn that she most likely had given him her real name. He shrugged--while that would give a lot of power to some demons, for Rennyn it did nothing but give him a slightly stronger connection to her, making her slightly easier to locate. With a shrug, he decided to give her his real name as well, as he was not opposed to being on equal footing and there was really no reason for him to give a fake one.
Almost immediately after he had done so, an officer came in and approached his cell, making a comment that Rennyn rolled his eyes to. It appeared he would be the first, and he left the cell quietly with only a quick sideways glance at the angel as he passed. He wasn't much worried about himself, but he hoped greatly that she was at least a decent liar.
It took only a minute to navigate back to the main area, where Rennyn was led to a desk somewhere near the back and motioned to sit in the chair facing it. The officer that guided him there sat across from him and let out a deep sigh, as if expecting a long winded and annoying narrative that the other party would negate with a completely opposite account of what went on. Rennyn hated to disappoint, and was tempted to do so, but decided it best not to annoy the man who held his freedom in his hands.
"Alright kid," the officer started, and Rennyn scrunched his nose in distaste. He knew humans liked to use their age as an authority, but it bothered him that this man was assuming so.. wrong. "Wanna tell me what happened back there? You can start with your name."
Rennyn shrugged quietly at first, saying his name and then pausing, thinking of where to begin--really he just wanted to make the man wait a bit for his impatience. "My friend and I were sparring and we may have gotten a little carried away," he offered with a shy smile, putting on his innocent persona now. "Leilah is very competitive so when I kept dodging her, she got a little... frustrated."
The officer pinched the bridge of his nose. "Sparring?" he asked, clearly exasperated. He'd had to go through all this trouble for such a trivial thing? No way.
"We practice different martial arts, but rarely do we get a chance to spar against anyone outside of our fields. It was intended for fun, but I think it must have came off very seriously."
"She had a knife." Okay, well it was actually Rennyn's knife and it was more like a dagger, but he wasn't about to correct the man. He'd let Leilah do that if she wanted to.
"That was... a really poor idea I suppose. We weren't thinking clearly but honestly, we had no intentions of hurting anyone or each other," Rennyn lied easily, biting his lip and looking down at the desk for effect. It seemed to work, because the officer let out another deep sigh and started writing his statement down. After a few more harmless questions, he had Rennyn read and sign the statement and escorted him back to the cells, promising he'd most likely be out soon if Leilah's statement matched. He nodded quietly and gave another glance back to the angel.
You're up.
December 15th, 2016 at 12:54am