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Post by lari on Aug 10, 2010 23:21:49 GMT -5
Lynda looked up at her sister, then down at her half-eaten cupcake. She was about to ask 'what the hell was that for?' but the look in her sister's eyes, and the repeated cussing, told her everything. Maybe it was a telepathic twin thing, or maybe it was just Lynda good at deductive reasoning. "Oh, fuck," she said before putting her head in her hands. The logic in her mind was slowly slipping.
A jock near them, who had finished his cupcake and also the one he stole for a nerd near by. The football player stood up on his desk and started to dance in a fairly dirty manner. Lynda had the urge to join him, but shook the idea out of her head. She was amazed that the desk held the husky boy's weight, however, and focused on that. Calculating the weight limit of the desk helped cleared her head. But when a slutty girl came to join him, even though she had only eaten half the cupcake and wasn't nearly as doped up as him, stood up to dance with him, the desk caved in. They fell on the floor and started to furiously make out. Lynda had to turn her gaze to something else so she wouldn't be sick. The nerd, who hadn't got a chance to eat his treat before it was stolen, seemed to figure out what was going on and ran to press the red button by the door. The Administrator along with some SROs were there in less than a minute.
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Post by purple on Aug 10, 2010 23:39:45 GMT -5
Jaynee watched the jock and the slut dancing and then making out and couldn't keep herself from laughing. If she had a clear head, she might be disgusted or annoyed even, but at the moment it was the funniest thing in the world. What was definately not the funniest thing in the world, however, was the sight of a tall, nerdy-looking boy pressing the red "panic button" next to the door. Jaynee smacked her palm into her forehead as she continued her stream of "shits." The arrival of the admins and SRO's was the only thing that stopped her. She scooted closer to her sister and tried to look just as dazed as everyone else in the room so as not to raise suspicion. It wasn't hard to do.
"What's going on here?" the asistan principal said, watching the couple making out, but clearly addressing the teacher.
"The kids . . . the kids're . . . they're . . . caterpillar," the man slurred. Frankly Jaynee was surprised he got out that much.
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Post by lari on Aug 10, 2010 23:53:08 GMT -5
Lynda's loud and harsh manly laugher bombed through the room. "HAHA! Caterpillar! HAHA! You get it?" Lynda's chuckling turned into a fit of girly giggles as she rested her head on Jaynee's shoulders. She didn't get it. Caterpillar. It was the most illogical thing to say. It made now since. Why was it so funny? "Jaynee, I love you," Lynda said, her body still shaking from the giggles. She looked on the floor where a quarter of a cupcake lay on the ground; the quarter she never got to finish. She blinked, trying to refocus on the world around her, but all she could see was psychedelic colors and butterflies and rainbows and unicorns. Why was the pencil talking to me? No, pencil, I don't want to play beer pong.
"Those two, the twins! They were the ones that gave us the cupcakes. They made the whole class high!" the nerd was screaming, but Lynda was arguing with the pencil in her head. She blinked again as a SRO grabbed her.
"What's goin' on?" she mumbled as they pulled out handcuffs. Were they going to jail?
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Post by purple on Aug 11, 2010 0:08:16 GMT -5
"No, Mommy, I don't wanna go to the dentist," Jaynee said as the SRO's came towards them. She could hear the nerdy guy screaming something, but her addled brain couldn't make it out. "Fuckwads," she muttered as she had her hands handcuffed behind her back, borrowing an expression of her sisters. Today was just one big deja vu it seemed. The last time she'd been arrested she'd been hanging out with Rina and the gang when the cops raided the place they were in. On that occassion Jaynee had been the only one who wasn't high, but she'd been arrest for supsicion. Once they tested her and discovered that she was sober and had nothing to do with the drugs, she was released. She had a sinking suspicion that this would not be the case today.
The blonde girl flinched away from an American flag that was trying to grab her as they were led out of the room. She seemed to be drifting in and out of a state of incoherance. One minute she could think semi-logically and the next everything was a blur. It was weird, but then this whole situation was weird.
When her head had finally cleared a few hours later, she had vague memories of a ride in a police car and arrival at a station. She also had the feeling that she'd been talking the whole time, but what she'd actually said remained out of her grasp. Jaynee rubbed her eyes as she looked around the drab room with the bars replacing one wall that was their jail cell. She was glad to see that they'd put her and Lynda in the same cell. She didn't think she could've survived this without her sister.
"Damn, we fucked up this time," she said as she stared dismally at the toilet, just sitting out in the open. "Heh, guess that means we're best friends. You know that thing. 'A friend will bail you out of jail; a best friend will be sitting next to you going: damn we messed up this time.'"
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Post by lari on Aug 11, 2010 0:25:14 GMT -5
When Lynda was forced out of the cop car and into the cell, she had forced her mind to focus and slowly recover. She stared at the ceiling, counting the popcorn things on the ceiling, as she listened to the clock tick. She would glance over at her sister as she said things that she would never want to repeat to a living human unless it was to blackmail her sister. Every time she glanced over, she would lose her count and start over again. When her sister woke up, Lynda would say she was mostly in her logical state again, and smiled at what Jaynee said.
"Well, best friend, for the last 3 hours and 48 minutes, you've talked in your sleep. It was quite entertaining." Lynda stood up and started to pace. Minutes went by, and with every tick of the clock, Lynda felt her sanity fade a bit. "I'm going to go insane. I'm going to rot in DJJ for the rest of my life and go insane. It'll go on my permanent record and I'll never get into college and I'll be marked off as a druggie like those friends of yours and I'll have to work at McDonald's." She fell onto the floor and curled up into fetal position.
"Jaynee? I have something to tell you," Lynda whispered, on the verge of tears of insanity. "When we were 7, I-I... I killed your hamster. Not only am I a druggie, but I'm a murder!"
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Post by purple on Aug 11, 2010 20:13:41 GMT -5
Jaynee only smiled at her sister's comment about being entertaining in her sleep-talking mode. The high were often rather entertaining. She'd learned that from Rina and her gang. When Lynda made her 'confession' she had to bite her lip to keep from laughing aloud.
"I have something to tell you too," she said, "I've known that for years." Jaynee took a deep breath and began stroking her sister's hair, trying to calm her down. "It's okay, sweetie. You're not a druggie. Rina's a druggie. You ate a third of a cupcake laced with pot. Not a big deal," she continued, "And once we explain where the cupcakes came from, they'll let us out of here." I hope. The last she added silently in her mind. She knew that it would be difficult to make the cops believe that a teacher had made the cupcakes and not the weird twins, one of which had connections to several regular drug users.
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Post by lari on Aug 11, 2010 20:35:36 GMT -5
"Yeah, but-" Lynda started to protest, trying not to cry, but they were interrupted by a cop. She sent him her icy glare that could scare off many high schoolers. He was unfazed. "You are each needed in the interrogating room. You first." His finger pointed at her sister.
"Just because your five minutes older and an inch taller..." Lynda whispered with irritation, not bothering to finish the sentence. She laid down on the ground and glanced at her sister. "Hurry up and leave. I gotta use the toilet, and would rather you not be here when that happens."
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Post by purple on Aug 11, 2010 21:13:17 GMT -5
Jaynee looked up at the cop with her best blank face, the one she reserved for authority figures. She stood up and walked over to the door of he cell, watching with a fake expression of boredome as the cop unlocked the door and opened it. Though she did her best to conceal it, her mind was working frantically. She even had the thought to run, but that one was quickly stamped down. It would never work, and then she'd be charged with 'resisting arrest' or something on top of whatever she'd get for the cupcakes. Plus, she'd look guilty. Well, guiltier.
"So where's my lawyer?" she asked the man as he led her down the hallway to a room with one wall covered in mirrors. Jaynee looked at the mirrors and stuck her tongue out, knowing there were cops watching on the other side of it. Her first thought had been to flip them off, but that wouldn't have helped her really. The tongue thing was really just to let them know that she knew they were there.
"We're hoping we won't need lawyers to resolve this," the officer told her.
Jaynee laughed. "I'm not stupid. I know that I shouldn't say anything without a lawyer present," she said, "Cuz if I do you'll find some way to use it against me."
"Just have a seat. Someone will be in to talk to you in a minute," he said before disappearing out the door. The blonde girl sat in the chair and put her feet up on the tabletop, trying to show these bozos that they wouldn't make her uncomfortable by shoving her in a creepily empty room with her reflection staring back at her where one wall should be. She stared off into space and tried to formulate a plan for what she would say when whoever came in. She knew she should keep her mouth shut, but despite what she'd just said, she knew she would talk. She didn't want to have to drag lawyers into this. Then it would seem more like an actual case, like there would be an actual trail, and that meant that they might actually go to jail. She was still thinking when a man walked in.
"Hello, my name is Detective Marshall, and I'm going to be asking you a few questions," he said. He was tall, probably over six feet, and had thick dark hair that was just long enough to show gentle waves.
"I'm Jaynee, but I guess you knew that, unless you thought I was my sister, Lynda," she replied, "That happens a lot, as you can tell by her shirt."
"Well, Jaynee, I assume you know why you're here?" he asked.
"Cupcakes," she answered simply.
"Do you know what was in those cupcakes?" he asked, slowly, as if talking to a small child.
"I'd guess some flour, eggs, sugar," she told him, unable to resist the urge to be a smartass.
"I meant besides the basic ingredients," Detective Marshall said.
"I know what you meant, Detective."
"Please just answer my question."
"My guess would be pot. I don't know for sure, cuz no one's told me what the tests found. I assume you guys did tests or brought in the dogs or something. But anyway, I'd guess pot." She didn't mention how she knew it was pot, hoping not to get Rina in any more trouble or make herself seem any more suspicious. She could have just said she didnt' know and left it at that, but that would be lying. She did know. She just hadn't put it there.
"And how did you come to that conclusion?"
Jaynee sighed. So she'd have to tell anyway. Either that or lie, which would not be a good idea. There were lots of people you could lie to and not get in trouble for it, teachers, friends, random kids you barely knew, but not cops. "See last year I went to my friend's birthday party and someone made brownies and we all ate them only they weren't normal brownies, if you know what I mean, but I didn't know that at the time, so I ate a few and later I found out they had pot in them. I remember feeling the same way when I ate the cupcake as I did that night."
"So you've had marijuana before?"
"But just that once, and it was a complete accident. Okay, so not a complete accident, but an accident on my part."
"So now we get to the all-important question, did you make the cupcakes given to the class today?"
"No."
"Did your sister make them?"
"No!"
"Did a friend make them?"
"No!"
"Did a friend of a friend make them?"
"What the hell kind of question is that?! Next you'll be relating it to Kevin Bacon!"
"Please just answer the question."
"No. Or at least I don't think so. I don't know who made them exactly. I just know that neither Lynda or I did."
"So where did they come from?"
Jaynee sighed again. Here came the moment of truth. She'd tell him the story and either he'd believe her or call it bullshit and throw her back in jail. "The freezer. We took them from the teachers' freezer in the cafeteria last night."
"Why were you in the teachers' freezer?"
"We snuck into the cafeteria looking for a midnight snack and were curious about the teachers' fridge. When we found the cupcakes we figured they'd be perfect to take to our language party and no one would miss them."
"So you stole them?"
"Yeah, but I'm pretty sure that stealing cupcakes isn't a jail sentence, so don't act like that's a big deal."
"You took a box of cupcakes without having any idea as to whose they were and what was in them?"
"It was the fucking teachers' freezer for crying out loud! Why would we suspect that a teacher would bake pot into their cupcakes?!"
"Didn't you worry about getting in trouble?"
"No, though maybe we should have considering where we are now."
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Post by lari on Aug 11, 2010 21:50:13 GMT -5
"Maybe," Detective Marshall said, staring Jaynee down. It was completely silent as he looked into her eyes and tried to find the truth. In his opinion, her story was just too unbelievable for him to accept. "I don't believe you," he whispered to the girl in a cold voice before looking at the door where two officers stood. "Officer Morgan, take Jaynee back to her cell. Use the back way. Officer O'Reily, bring me Lynda. And make sure the girls don't cross each other. We don't want them to speak toward one another so Lynda can follow along with Jaynee's wild story here."
Lynda, too afraid to say anything to her cop escort as she was taken to the room in question, walked with fake confidence beside Officer O'Reily. When she was in the room, Detective Marshall stood and pointed to the chair. "Hello, my name is Detective Marshall, and I'm going to be asking you a few questions," he said, repeating the same words that he had said to Jaynee.
"I'd introduce myself, but I bet you already know my name. And if you didn't, you could just use deductive reasoning from the shirt. And if you couldn't do that, then I'd have to say you were the worst detective in the history of the world, but that's only one teenager's opinion." Lynda gave him her sassy smile and it only grew better when she saw his eye twitch.
"What were in the cupcakes you and your sister made?" he asked.
"Two things: We didn't make them and I don't know. If you were thinking you could trick me, then your wrong, mister."
"Then who made them?" he asked, leaning closer as if to intimidate her. It didn't work.
"How the hell am I supposed to know that?"
"It's a simple question, Ms. Moore. Do not answer my questions with questions any more."
"Your not my mother, you son of a bitch."
"Ms. Moore, if you don't want charges of harassment, then I advise you to answer my question."
"What was the question, again, sir?" she said innocently, but he could detect the sneer.
"Don't stall. It makes you look guilty. Who made the cupcakes?"
"I'm not stalling, I'm being a smart-ass. And I'm not sure."
"If your not sure, then how did you find yourself in possession of them?"
"It was midnight, my sister was hungry. We snook into the cafeteria. There was a refrigerator for teachers only, so naturally I had to open it. We found the cupcakes and took them for our language class party." He paused and glared at her, trying to make her break.
"Do you know what was in those cupcakes, Ms. Moore?"
"Not really. I'm not a baker, so I don't know what you use to make cupcakes."
"These cupcakes were different then normal ones. Do you want to tell me what the special ingredient was that made them different?"
"Pot, I'm assume."
"And why do you think so?"
"Because I'm not an idiot. I know what pot does to you. I'm a scientist, and I know the effects marijuana can have on people. I've read about it. I've watched television. And I go to a school full of high schoolers. I can use deductive reasoning, too, Detective."
Detective Marshall stared at the girl, but got the same results as he got with Jaynee. "Well, your story is very much alike your sister, but I'm still not certain. I'll contact the teachers, and see if I can get anything out of them. Officer O'Reily, escort Lynda out."
Lynda followed the man back to her cell a different way, which means there was two ways. She memorized the path, like she had with the other, and all the turns and landmarks. Just in case she needed to escape in the near future. She was practically thrown into her cell with her sister. "Honey, I'm home!"
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Post by purple on Aug 12, 2010 21:07:13 GMT -5
"Have a good day?" Jaynee asked, but she didn't wait for an answer before saying, "He didn't believe me, so I'm assuming it was the same with you."
She began pacing about the cell wondering what on earth they could possibly do to make their story believable. It was a stretch, she well knew that, but it was the truth. The truth. That was it! Jaynee clapped her hands together and stopped pacing, turning to face her sister.
"Dr. Lupus!" she yelled. A cop passing by gave her a strange look, wondering what the commotion was about. "He's like a lie detector, right?"
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Post by lari on Aug 12, 2010 21:16:12 GMT -5
Lynda pondered on the name, trying to remember where she had heard it. "OH YEAH! That dude! I'm pretty sure he is." She looked around then leaned in to her sister and whispered, "Are these people human or not? I didn't get a good look at any of their arms." Lynda felt like scolding herself; that was one of the things she was supposed to do when she meets knew people. And thinking of powers, her and Jaynee could turn the walls into a nice "Welcome Home" mat and be on their way any time they wished. That would be plan B.
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Post by purple on Aug 12, 2010 21:25:45 GMT -5
"I don't know, but it doesn't matter. Humans may not like us, but even they have to respect our powers, at least in this situation," she replied. Jaynee walked over to the bars of the cell, glad that the cop who'd given her the look hadn't walked off. "Yo, cop, I need to make my one phonecall," she said.
"Who do you want to call?" he asked.
"A teacher at my school, Dr. Lupus. He can prove we're not lying," she said.
"How's he going to do that?" the man asked now. Jaynee rolled her eyes and tapped the mark on her arm, holding it out for him to see.
"See this? This is an insignia. This one means me and my sister could turn these bars into pillows if we wanted to. His means he can tell when people are lying. Always," she explained. The cop still looked confused. "Oh just call the damn school already. Get them to send Dr. Lupus down. Don't forget that. It's Lupus. L-U-P-U-S." The man walked off to make the call.
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Post by Livvia on Aug 12, 2010 22:27:52 GMT -5
"I'm sorry, can you repeat that?" Dr. Lupus pinched the bridge of his nose, his cell phone pressed to his ear. "You're detaining two of our students? Under what charges? ...Uh huh... Ok..." With a sigh, he leaned back in his chair and ran a hand down his face. This could not be good. Not at all. "I understand. I'll be down as soon as I can. No, no, I know the laws. I'm sorry, I can't answer that, now. I'll be down as soon as possible. Good bye." With that, he hung up the phone and stood. Time for a trip to the police station. Always a joy.
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About thirty minutes later, he was being escorted to an interrogation room, his sleeves rolled up to reveal his insignia. The police, all apparently unmarked, had required him to prove what the girls had claimed about his ability. He'd done so without flaw, used to such scrutiny. Now, it was time for the gruff man to see the girls. They placed him with his back to the one way mirror, his insignia visible to the men behind it. No doubt, they'd be watching for the smallest flicker.
"Bring in the girls," He told the officer roughly. "Both of them. Now. And neither of them better be harmed in the slightest."
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Post by lari on Aug 12, 2010 22:40:25 GMT -5
Lynda was on the verge of yet another mental break down. She leaned against one of the dirty, grey walls and breathed deeply. "If someone doesn't come in the next five minutes, this wall is going to be a rug and-" Lynda stopped talking to her sister, or herself, at the sound of footsteps echoing down the corridor.
Officer O'Reily came to their cell and Lynda was beginning to enjoy the site of him. Every time he showed up, it meant they got to leave this crude cell. "Finally," she said to the man, standing up and stretching. They were almost out of here. "So, is Dr. Lupus here now?" Officer O'Reily didn't say anything, but instead motioned for the girls to follow him down the hall.
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Post by purple on Aug 12, 2010 22:46:24 GMT -5
Jaynee followed her sister out of the cell and stuck close as they were taken down the hall to the same interrogation room they'd been in before. This time, however, instead of Detective Marshall, they got Dr. Lupus, who was right now looking like an angel. Jaynee was so relieved to see him she could have cried, but she didn't. She kept her composure as she and her sister took a seat across the table from the teacher. The hippie girl remained silent, waiting for him to begint he questioning. They were so close to freedom it seemed like a spell that might be broken with the slightest bit of smart assery.
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