From: haladwen	Date: 11/28/2007 16:31:09

*is busily supervising security procedures at the train station when you arrive*

*is also trying to ignore her aching feet, thinking instead about the fat check she'll get for putting in all this overtime* *ahh. feels better already.*

*chipperly* Yeah, Mike, I'll vouch for that guy. I get my coffee at his every morning. ...No, pal, the searches are totally random. Swear to Eru. Hey, Mike. Do we discriminate against whiny people?

*notices you for the first time* Oh, you have got to be shitting me.

	From: tyelcormo	Date: 11/28/2007 21:42:05

*takes stock of the situation*

Eight...ten to one? So not ideal odds, exactly.

*calmly smiles* You look like you haven't had a break in days, marchwarden. Buy a sandwich. Look the other way.

	From: haladwen	Date: 11/28/2007 21:57:02

*draws her pistol almost absent-mindedly and levels it at you* Bit of a problem there. Coupla problems, actually. First there's the trains, see. We're running a little slow here, as you can prolly imagine. So here you'll be, standing around waiting for your train, and waiting, and waiting, and sooner or later I'd have to look your direction. Odds are.

*scratches her chin as though deeply pondering something* Then there's the bit where you shot a whole bunch of my mates and held a building full of sick people hostage last time you were in town. So I think you're gonna turn around, put your hands up against that wall there, and spread 'em.

Name's Haleth, by the way.

	From: tyelcormo	Date: 11/28/2007 22:04:50

*rolling his eyes* I remember your name. Any friend of Moryo's...how does the rest go? *makes a dismissive gesture* "...is likely to die an embarrassing death in a crackhouse by age thirty?" *very slowly unzips his jacket*

*conversationally* I could take you with one hand tied behind my back. You do know this?

	From: haladwen	Date: 11/28/2007 22:11:08

*pops her gum* Guess you could say getting shot put me off Fëanorians a bit.

*tenses when you move and cocks the hammer of her gun* None of that now. *sticks two fingers in her mouth and gives a shrill whistle* Care to try me and the rest of the boys? Could be a real party.

	From: tyelcormo	Date: 11/28/2007 22:18:27

*watches several pairs of eyes (belonging to armed bodies) focus on you at your signal*

*appears to actually calculate the likely outcomes of this scenario before finally sighing and turning to face the wall*

Do try not to enjoy this overmuch, hmm?

	From: haladwen	Date: 11/28/2007 22:27:38

*shaking her head* Some people never change, huh?

*pats you down, confiscating gun (Highly Illegal model (1), plus magazine (1) chock full of cop-killers) and knife (Big, Fuckoff model (1))*

I gotta tell ya, though. There's dumbshit things to do, and then there's so dumb it makes dumbshit look like fuckin' rocket science. This would be the second variety, I think. How'd you even make it into town in the first place? I won't bother asking why, but I will take both hands behind your back now, thanks.

	From: tyelcormo	Date: 11/28/2007 22:36:42

Some people never change, huh?

*laughs* You've no idea how pleased I am to hear that.

*is cuffed* *sarcastically* I don't know, Haleth. Only yesterday I was a different man, seeing the world through different eyes. I suppose I lost myself in my born-again exuberance and even Menegroth couldn't bear to keep a good boy down. *sniffles for melodramatic effect* Nirvana is a beautiful thing.

	From: haladwen	Date: 11/28/2007 22:44:05

*snorts* Touching. Let's you and me go for a little walk. *motions to one of the other marchwardens* Oh, and my pal Mike here will be joining us this evening, so no funny business, yeah?

*pokes you in the back with her gun to get you moving*

	From: tyelcormo	Date: 11/28/2007 22:55:33

"No funny business"? Seriously? *sneers* You're just a caricature come to life, aren't you, Officer?

*reluctantly starts walking but gives no outward sign he feels as anxious as he does* *would sort of give just about anything to skip back a few hours and wake up looking all gross again, though* *gross and dirty. and fat. and old. and—well, on the other hand, execution probably isn't so bad. cheers to that?*

*impatiently* Must we walk the whole way? It's so...

	From: haladwen	Date: 11/28/2007 22:59:24

*brightly* Healthy?

	From: tyelcormo	Date: 11/28/2007 23:03:24

Vulgar.

	From: haladwen	Date: 11/28/2007 23:10:45

*thinks you don't sound half so committed to that notion as you seem to think you do*

*laughs* Of course; you're right. The limo will be along shortly, Your Majesty. *pokes you again* Come on. You won't get much exercise in solitary, after all. Unless you've got a better idea?

*feels a surge of pity for you despite everything, because hey, you're Caranthir's brother, after all, and even if Caranthir's a good-for-nothing twat these days, he's still Caranthir and erudammitshe'ssuchasofttouch*

	From: tyelcormo	Date: 11/28/2007 23:16:10

*stops walking and turns to face you* *thoughtfully* What would you say to bribery? *glances downward* No. You can't possibly accept many bribes if you're still wearing shoes like that.

Perhaps Mike...? *gets a closer look at him* *shakes his head sadly* Oh, that's a pity. Tragic, really.

	From: haladwen	Date: 11/28/2007 23:19:30

*scratches her head* I think one of the rules of attempted bribery might say something about not flat-out ragging on the people you're trying to bribe. Don't they teach you guys these things in thug school?

	From: tyelcormo	Date: 11/28/2007 23:35:07

Never graduated. Couldn't make weight and I exceeded the maximum I.Q. Father was understandably disappointed.

*decides to try for an insanity plea* *(has, after all, heard? read? somewhere that security at the MHC is something of a joke)*

*nonchalantly* You may as well just take me straight to Elwë, then. I'm not one for waiting, really. On sentencing or anything else.

	From: haladwen	Date: 11/29/2007 07:46:31

*is far too good-hearted to have taken all of Thingol's constant remarks about ritualistic Fëanorian slaughter as anything but examples of his odd sense of humor*

*nods after a moment* It is a lot closer. And he'd probably see you and all. And my feet are fucking killing me.

*changes direction*

	From: tyelcormo	Date: 11/29/2007 07:58:03

...

Haleth. I was joking.

	From: haladwen	Date: 11/29/2007 08:05:42

*shrugs* 's okay. You wanna cut through the red tape. I can dig that.

He's got his temporary offices just down this way.

	From: tyelcormo	Date: 11/29/2007 08:13:32

*glances at Mike and sees he's about to burst a vein trying to keep a straight face*

*starts to protest again and promptly takes an elbow to the ribs for the trouble*

*wonders if Thingol's secretary will mind taking dictation for a new version of his last will and testament*

	From: haladwen	Date: 11/29/2007 08:18:54

*continues down the street to a rather nondescript building and leads you inside*

*makes her way to Thingol's outer office*

*points to one of the chairs in the waiting area* *firmly* Sit. *steps over to the desk to talk to Mardil*

	From: tyelcormo	Date: 11/29/2007 08:25:52

*glares at your colleague in his seat across the room and comforts himself by making plans for Mike's grisly death*

*rather loudly* I would like to read a magazine, please.

	From: haladwen	Date: 11/29/2007 08:33:04

*finishes discussing the specifics of the impromptu meeting and comes over to sit down next to you*

*fishes through a pile of outdated magazines and finds an issue of GQ* *drops it in your lap* Tell me when you want me to turn the page.

*settles in with an old newspaper* Ooh, nobody did the jumble. Mablung hates these things.

	From: tyelcormo	Date: 11/29/2007 08:36:24

*sighs* Page. Alternatively, you could just take off these bloody handcuffs. Page.

	From: haladwen	Date: 11/29/2007 08:43:05

*flips the pages and raises an eyebrow* Mm-hm. Get right on that.

S-I-L-A-M-I-R-L. Shit. It's right on the tip of my tongue. *taps the arm of her chair*

	From: tyelcormo	Date: 11/29/2007 08:47:55

Page. I would like a cup of tea, please. Page. Page.

S-I-L-A-M-I-R-L

*stares* How is it you manage to get dressed in the morning?

	From: haladwen	Date: 11/29/2007 08:52:51

This look like the Star to you, pal? *turns another page and scowls* You're not even reading this.

*laughs* I'm fucking with you. You look nervous. *sincerely out of touch with reality* Don't be nervous. You didn't actually kill anybody.

	From: tyelcormo	Date: 11/29/2007 09:00:30

*tightly* It's ninety percent ads. Page. If I'm going to my death, I would like a cup of tea first, please. And tell them to do something about the muzak. Normal Daeron is boring enough as it is. Page.

*focuses on Mardil as he steps over to a coat rack, pulls on a rain slicker, and cinches the hood before opening the door to Thingol's inner office and gesturing to them*

Did you see that? Why is he doing that?!

	From: haladwen	Date: 11/29/2007 09:07:26

*gets you to your feet*

*watches as all the other people waiting seem to suddenly recall prior engagements and scurry outside*

*blinks* Oh lord. You really are gonna die, huh?

	From: tyelcormo	Date: 11/29/2007 09:17:09

Would you like me to wait while somebody closes up a piano somewhere? It'd really add to the general mood.

*feels his mouth go completely dry* You're not really going to send me in there handcuffed and unarmed, are you? ...Haleth?

	From: haladwen	Date: 11/29/2007 09:21:31

*didn't want to see anyone die today, for crying out loud* *just wanted you to rot in jail awhile* *also, she really likes the shirt she's wearing*

*pushes you forward and indicates for Mike to stay outside* *hisses* Just...keep your mouth shut unless you have something nice to say, for the love of Eru. And then say it really, really... *weakly* ...nicely?

	From: sindacollo	Date: 11/29/2007 09:24:11

*is deeply engrossed in an epic stapling project when you're shown in*

*listlessly* What is it this time? I'm busy. *staples*

	From: haladwen	Date: 11/29/2007 09:27:23

*enthusiastically* Good morning, sir! *(yeah, that's pretty much all she's got)* I...uh...so.

*hopefully* Look what I found?

	From: tyelcormo	Date: 11/29/2007 09:31:14

*kicks you*

*lifts his chin and addresses Thingol coolly (but civilly enough because OME HE'S TOO YOUNG TO DIE)*

Elw- *clears his throat* Elu.

	From: sindacollo	Date: 11/29/2007 09:32:08

*glances up at the two of you for about half a second*

*staples*

*sighs*

*absently* What is it, marchwarden? *stapledy stapledy stapledy*

	From: haladwen	Date: 11/29/2007 09:37:25

*had more or less counted on you taking over from here*

*ad-libs* Right. Uh. *is conflicted!* So I...found this here fugitive sonofFëanorrememberthem? hanging about town and we...erm, that is I thought it might be best to...avoid a media circus yeah, that sounds pretty good and...I mean he's got about a million counts of...

*trails off and frowns* Sir? Are you feeling okay?

	From: tyelcormo	Date: 11/29/2007 09:41:30

*would so facepalm right now if he wasn't HANDCUFFED AND DEFENSELESS*

*wonders how realistic it would be to try and steal/shoot your gun from this angle*

	From: sindacollo	Date: 11/29/2007 09:43:26

a Melian counts of

*snaps his head up* *sharply* What did you say?

	From: haladwen	Date: 11/29/2007 09:51:45

*has no clue what to make of the fact that you're not frothing at the mouth or throwing things*

*confusedly* I said, "What d'you want me to do with the wanted criminal, sir?"

	From: sindacollo	Date: 11/29/2007 09:56:12

*slumps visibly* Oh.

*returns to the stapling* *sighs* I don't know, Haleth. What do you think I should do with him? *staplestaplestaple*

What's this look like to you? A bird? *holds up his sheet of paper and eyes it fondly* Looks pretty bird-like to me. Confidentially speaking.

	From: haladwen	Date: 11/29/2007 10:01:20

*oh. so it's one of those days.* Definitely, sir.

What do I think...? *looks up at Celegorm uncertainly*

	From: tyelcormo	Date: 11/29/2007 10:02:43

*icon!*

	From: haladwen	Date: 11/29/2007 10:07:31

*glares daggers*

Hideous orange jumpsuit. Absolutely.
His mom's such a nice lady. Be a shame for her to cry over this one's corpse.
...

Exile? Sometimes I hate myself.

	From: sindacollo	Date: 11/29/2007 10:10:18

Fine. 'Bye now!

	From: tyelcormo	Date: 11/29/2007 10:14:26

*perfectly seriously* I will not forget your kindness, Lord Elwë. Not for two weeks, at least. Chump. *beams!*

*to Haleth, through his teeth* Get my phone. It's in my front right pocket.

	From: haladwen	Date: 11/29/2007 10:16:03

What? Why?!

	From: tyelcormo	Date: 11/29/2007 10:18:06

Pictures or it didn't happen.

	From: haladwen	Date: 11/29/2007 10:22:00

*shoves you out the door*

*unlocks your handcuffs* Take a hike before he figures out what I've he's just done, yeah? *is starting to feel a bit ill* And tell me you're at least a little sorry? Lie if you have to.

	From: tyelcormo	Date: 11/29/2007 10:29:23

*rubs his wrists and smiles* I'm at least a little sorry. I told you, Haleth. I'm a slightly changed man. And you're such a saint that I will happily buy you a pint of the revolting domestic beer of your choice, provided you don't try to choose the venue. I do still have standards.

You should have taken a picture, though. By the time it got down to my great-great-great-nephews and -nieces, I'd be a Jedi.

	From: haladwen	Date: 11/29/2007 10:32:28

*eyeroll* I've got standards, too. Don't much fancy being poisoned for doin' you a favor, either.

*eyes you speculatively* You'd make a decent Jedi, though. Good reflexes, don't care about shit.

	From: tyelcormo	Date: 11/29/2007 10:39:09

*amusedly* I guess you think you've got me all figured out. You should see me handle that knife.

Speaking of which...? *holds out his hand*

	From: haladwen	Date: 11/29/2007 10:40:45

Get real. Consider the weapons payment for eruforsaken services rendered.

	From: tyelcormo	Date: 11/29/2007 10:42:24

Another time, then. I'm not that sorry.

*leaves*