Post by Dark on Apr 18, 2008 23:22:26 GMT -5
Er, so--yeah. Hadyn. Getting arrested, several times. Yeah.
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The first time Hadyn was arrested he was barely fourteen, still a bit gangly and awkward and too smart for his own good. And he couldn’t stop grinning.
The officers were all understanding smiles and false sentiment; sure that the “troubled” adolescent they had caught was young enough and malleable enough to still shape into a worthwhile, law-abiding citizen. Hadyn was all nervous smiles and false remorse; already set in his wicked ways and looking quite forward towards a life of mischief and law-breaking, and finding it all too amusing that the officers had so misjudged him.
He walked free with only a warning.
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The second time Hadyn was arrested he’d just abandoned his daughter to ghosts and was feeling reckless, a little suicidal and a whole lot of insecure. He didn’t know whether to laugh or cry.
The officers looked at him differently this time, all wary, anxious eyes as they nursed their bruises and cuts from where he hadn’t come quietly. They didn’t deal with him themselves this time. Gyuri Andres—tall and lean and not-quite handsome—was young for a detective and newly transferred to the precinct. He listened to his fellow officers with mild eyes.
They stared at each other through the bars for a long time. Gyuri let him go without saying a word.
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The third time Hadyn was arrested he let himself get caught, deliberate in his misdemeanor. He nursed a split lip, the remnants of a shit-eating grin still lingering on his face as he eyed the officer standing warily outside his cell. They were afraid of him now.
It didn’t take long for Gyuri to appear; to lead him through a maze of cubicles to an office with lazily shut blinds, slender fingers curled loosely around his arm. He fucked Hadyn bent over the desk, pants tangled around his ankles and pride prickling with each strangled mewl that Gyuri dragged from his throat.
He walked out on unsteady legs with an address in his pocket and an invitation to dinner.
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The first time Hadyn was arrested he was barely fourteen, still a bit gangly and awkward and too smart for his own good. And he couldn’t stop grinning.
The officers were all understanding smiles and false sentiment; sure that the “troubled” adolescent they had caught was young enough and malleable enough to still shape into a worthwhile, law-abiding citizen. Hadyn was all nervous smiles and false remorse; already set in his wicked ways and looking quite forward towards a life of mischief and law-breaking, and finding it all too amusing that the officers had so misjudged him.
He walked free with only a warning.
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The second time Hadyn was arrested he’d just abandoned his daughter to ghosts and was feeling reckless, a little suicidal and a whole lot of insecure. He didn’t know whether to laugh or cry.
The officers looked at him differently this time, all wary, anxious eyes as they nursed their bruises and cuts from where he hadn’t come quietly. They didn’t deal with him themselves this time. Gyuri Andres—tall and lean and not-quite handsome—was young for a detective and newly transferred to the precinct. He listened to his fellow officers with mild eyes.
They stared at each other through the bars for a long time. Gyuri let him go without saying a word.
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The third time Hadyn was arrested he let himself get caught, deliberate in his misdemeanor. He nursed a split lip, the remnants of a shit-eating grin still lingering on his face as he eyed the officer standing warily outside his cell. They were afraid of him now.
It didn’t take long for Gyuri to appear; to lead him through a maze of cubicles to an office with lazily shut blinds, slender fingers curled loosely around his arm. He fucked Hadyn bent over the desk, pants tangled around his ankles and pride prickling with each strangled mewl that Gyuri dragged from his throat.
He walked out on unsteady legs with an address in his pocket and an invitation to dinner.
