Another day, another person to watch out for. The description was vague, the evidence was vague, the whole thing was vague. They didn't have any evidence that the woman they were accusing had actually hurt someone. It was entirely possible they were running their mouths and utterly mistaken. SUPER had told her to watch out for the accused woman, all the same. It was entirely possible she was a dangerous mutant who didn't leave evidence when she hurt people with her power. That's far more dangerous than cancer-causing radioactive blasts, in the long run. (Maybe).

They hadn't said anything about where to look for her, other than the last area she had been sighted/described at. A nearby coffee shop. Amelia utilized her gut. People travel. Subways travel fast. Maybe she would try and hit the subway. Good a guess as any. As it turned out, her guess was right.

That was her, right? She did a double take as she approached the street side subway entrance. The descriptions were similar, and the woman was running like someone with a guilty conscience.

Amelia was in her police uniform, minus hat. Her dark hair was pulled back in a high ponytail.

"Hey, what's the hurry?" She stepped towards the woman, careful not to move too quickly or give off any dangerous body language. There was no clue if the woman was guilty, a mutant, or mad. Best this didn't turn violent. Idly, Amelia wished she were wearing civilian clothes rather than a very blue pair of police pants.

An ultimatum had taken place prior to her running out of the subway. Her acquaintance had disappeared without a trace. It was probable that it was for the best. She wouldn’t want him to find difficulty with the law due to her own complication. As she exited the subway, she tried to seem casual and subtle as by-passers moved around her being, only to be halted and interrogated whilst hurrying away from the scene.

At first, Larraine tried pretending that she hadn’t heard the woman. However, after a moment, she responded to her. “I’m celebrating my friend’s birthday today,” she explained. “I was meant to be there sooner, unfortunately, the train wasn’t on time. That isn’t atypical for the usual train time schedule. I really must be going, though, I don’t want to worry her.” This was the initial executed excuse that came to her mind. Her facial features executed her words impressively-well, showing empathy for the fact that she had missed her friend’s birthday party - or perhaps for another reason. Abrasive laughter broke her rattled-up behavior and in a way, Larraine looked to be sincere. At least with her expression, not so much with her words.

She then decided to interrogate the officer herself whilst trying to present herself as unknowing with a calm demeanor. “Is there any particular reason you’re asking?” She vocalized a minimum level of stress, despite it definitely filtering throughout her words. Her eyes glared beyond the officer, towards the crowd and supposedly towards a potential escape-route. She however wouldn’t act out on the possibility of being arrested. She simply went with the flow of the situation.

The woman tried to act like she hadn't heard. She just kept on walking. Then, after Amelia gave her the patented Cop Look and took a step after her, she acquiesced. Kind of. She told a lie.

The lie was a decent one. If she hadn't been in the business of living lies and reading other people, she might not have noticed at all. The delivery was good. Just the right amount of concern and awkward nervous energy. It was just the content that made Amelia suspicious. When people lie, they tend to lay it on thick. They try too hard to make the excuse into a story. If she'd been a really good liar, she might have just said "Sorry officer! I'm late to a birthday party." No further questions asked. Moving on. But she'd made it too complicated and brought train time schedules into the picture. Schedules one can easily check. Or, if you're familiar with the line schedule for the specific train, schedules you can know damn well are running on-time. Amelia's face was impassive, but she said nothing. People tend to sabotage themselves when they're bad liars. Ticking time bombs. And there it was.

Tick tock.

The woman asked why she was asking. Like she had a guilty conscience or something. Even having said she was in a hurry. Hmmmmm...

"Oh, it's nothing." Amelia said casually and confidently. She was trying to make this sound completely nonchalant, up until a point. "You were just running and it made me curious. It's dangerous to run out of a subway like that. You might run into someone, or run into the street without looking. I just wanted to make sure you were alright. Weren't being chased, and of course-"

Here was where that point got reached. Amelia smiled weakly. "There's this silly Description out of a person who looks a bit like you. It's really silly. Vague. Apparently this person might have hurt someone? Like they're a mutant or something?" She shrugged one shoulder, and acted like it was al just such a silly proposition that this couldn't possibly be that person. Amelia watched the woman's reaction very carefully when she asked her question. "This woman they described who got into some trouble at a coffee shop. That wasn't you by any chance, was it?"

It wouldn't be an oddity for an individual to describe her as a frequent liar. When you're homeless, you're commonly treated similar to that of a prop that someone can avoid. In that sense, to stand out you must lie in certain situations, especially about your circumstances. Even if they're minor lies.

When Amelia originally dismissed it, the younger woman prepared herself to move in an instance if the woman began to properly analyse her. She had a suspicion beforehand that they were discussing her charges. As long as Larraine conformed to the idea that she was another person within her head, it was a possibility that she wouldn't have to endure a lengthy sentence or punishments.

Her expression resembled a bare minimum as she restated her argument. "I have a birthday party to attend. Why else would you think I'm running out of the subway?" She spoke with poise, however, her voice seemed suspiciously rocky. This definitely wasn't a particularly well-acted performance for the female but considering the stress she was under, her words seemed truthful in a sense.

Her cover could have been broken by her emotional nuance. However, the facade she attempted to cover her tracks with managed to assist her cover. "I cannot remember the last time I had coffee. I cannot say that I have been to a coffee shop as of late. Hurting another person isn't on my bucket list either." She shifts her stance into that of a more confident demeanor. Her words seemed oddly authentic but the woman respectfully made a few slip-ups and that would be noticeable to someone who had prior experience beforehand.

Suddenly, a bump from a by-passer caused the poor, poor fragile boned teenager to plummet onto the ground. That wouldn't keep her down for another moment, however! She was simply so faultless with regaining her composure to continue the conversation with the officer. After all, she was the politest person she knew, her alter-ego. Whereas her alter-ego's intelligence lacked, she simply complemented it with her optimism and overall gentle nature. Her compulsion to strain herself into believing this made her seem in character, however, her responses from here-on-out may lack in context to whom she is trying to portray. Although, it would appear as if the woman had experience with portraying herself as another person.

If only she had some sort of mind reading power. It would come in handy for calling bluffs. Someone bluffs? Read their mind! Tell them what kind of underwear they're wearing. That'll throw em! She didn't have that kind of clothing sense. A mental connection to someone's briefs also seemed like a terrible idea.No matter what sort of tactical information could be gleaned, you were still nosing around where you didn't belong. People thought clothing manipulation strange enough without adding that mental imagery to the bundle. If the woman had slipped up, she'd done a good job covering it afterwards. No amount of inexplicably-known personal details would likely change that.

"Uh huh." Amelia said quietly. No coffee. No hurting people on bucket list. Crossed off, then? She had hoped the woman would fall over herself reacting to the assertion. Nope. She'd just fallen over.

Amelia stopped to offer the woman a helping hand up. "Are you okay?" She asked. Her gloved hands are would prevent skin-to-skin contact, the only reason she'd offered a helping hand. Mutants can do so much with so little, one always needs to be cautious.

After a moment, Amelia noted softly. "I'm sorry if I was mistaken. You know how these things can be. Cops are only given vague descriptions and have to ask around and be vigilant." She paused, then continued. "If you were in trouble, though. I'd hope you could trust me to help... protect and serve, and all that? There's always more than one side to a story..."

If violence HAD happened, there was a reason. It wasn't so simple as 'she hit us because she hurt us!!! Whaaaaa!' Amelia knew that much by gut instinct. Regardless of what the woman said, Amelia suspected her. This was simply another tactic.

“Not really,” a realistic response caused for her demeanor to seem more authentic. She then reached for Amelia’s hand, allowing for her to assist her from numbing, unpleasant floor of the street corner. As the younger woman was brought upwards, they made eye-contact briefly, and that caught the imitation she was portraying off-guard.

Subsequently, due to Amelia’s cunning-nature, Larraine’s initial reaction was to spill all of the information at once. However, she stood her ground without notifying Amelia of her current disposition. Her demeanor then shifted as her expression grew to become more serious.

“Congratulations, I’m the person you’re after.” Her praise was vague and short-lived as the woman admitted defeat. “That man continuously taunted us and a moment ago, a few of his goons tried injuring me and another mutant on the train. All because I wanted him to stop harassing me.” The comment was a matter of fact and thus, her alter-ego was now non-existent. The capabilities that the younger woman possessed, however, weren’t non-existent.

“They’re most likely still down there,” an extenuation of communication was crafted with frustration and despair. Her current composure was alarming, as her life-less coloured skin managed to become even more so plain-appearing. The veins visibly spreading across her face offered an additional further description of Larraine, as the female was detached from something that all individuals should have access to; health.

An inadequate progression occurred as her head spun, causing her to catch herself on a rail beside their current position. She sighs, staring to the officer with an indisposed appearance. “Can you arrest me now?” Oddly, an eagerness was present within her voice as she questioned the woman as she awaited for their response.

Amelia Mellitus

The truth spilled out like water through a broken dam. Heavy, and sudden... and not really pleasant, once it was let loose. Damn, Amelia thought. She hadn’t been expecting it all so suddenly.

This was the woman she’d been looking for. The one SUPER was interested in. Her prior act had been an act, actually. Amelia had suspected as much. Confirmation didn’t make her feel better, however. They’d all been there. Unwanted attention. Harassment. Something every woman has to deal with at least once in their life. It didn’t change what she was tasked with doing. Assess, and tag for surveillance if there is a threat. The trick was doing so without breaking character, herself. Amelia’s brows furrowed thoughtfully.

Sick was one word to describe how the woman looked, after her confession. Another was unrepentant. She didn’t care if she had injured anyone. She was literally asking for her arrest.

“Very well...” Officer Mellitus said, in a professionally detached voice. Her hand dropped to find the cuffs on her belt. “I would like to take you in for questioning. You haven’t been formally charged with a crime yet, because I don’t know if the men are pressing charges. Please put your hands behind your back.”

((ooc do you still want Amelia to try and arrest and tag Larraine for SUPER to track? We can play this many ways.))

Vexation, sorrow, guilt. All of these feelings opted for her to allow the woman to arrest her, turning around with her hands pressed together. The fact that Larraine could be found guilty of misconduct due to harassment from others furthered resentment, despite her silence as the scene unfolded. "If anything, I could press charges against them. They seem to hold a great amount of hatred for mutants." Compton commented, disregarding the passing individuals staring in her direction. This predicament was a literal nightmare, although it was straightforward for both parties during the action. 

"Other than being on house arrest, I have never been arrested before. If there's anything else that you need to know, I'm an honest person." The colourless teenager confesses as her cuffs were properly adjusted according to Amelia's action. Her statement seemed compulsory for her to remark as she followed Amelia's instructions. "What now? Do you bring me to the station? I'm not familiar with this entire being arrested situation." She simplistically questions, fearful of how the situation could continue onward, especially considering her current living arrangement. 


Amelia Mellitus  -  (OOC: I'm willing for Larraine to be arrested and tracked by SUPER.)

Mutant hatred was something Amelia didn’t like, yet got. Any member of SUPER had, at least, the understanding that some mutants were dangerous and needed checks to their power. Her professionalism didn’t let Amelia comment on the situation, however. Though she did grunt in a sort of ‘I get you. Maybe I even agree’ way.

“Your cooperation is appreciated. We can handle the questioning later.” She said mildly.

>>”... do you bring me to the station? I’m not familiar...”

As they spoke, Amelia worked on fastening the cuffs. In one hand, she palmed a small device. The chip injector. It was in the shape of a gun. Under the veil of tightening the cuffs a hair too much, Amelia pressed the chip gun against the back of the woman’s arm, in a place where veins wouldn’t be an issue. There was a slight pressure against the woman’s wrist, and a momentary pinch like a bug bite against the back of her arm. Amelia times them so they happened at the same instant.

“Sorry!” She said. “I’ll loosen them a bit.” The chip gun slid into a pocket. Seeing as she was behind the woman’s back, there wasn’t a way anyone could have seen what she had done. Amelia loosened the cuffs slightly.

“To answer your question, you have the right to remain silent. Anything—“ She briefly rattled off the rest of the Miranda rights. The woman hadn’t been charged with a crime, yet, but they were needed in any custodial interrogation. Since the woman was coming along willingly, it was mere formality. As she finished, Amelia added “We will do the questioning down at the station. Let’s sort this all out.”

Gently, she turned them and started directing the woman towards the direction of her squad car.

((OOC I think that probably wraps it. Feel free to do a final wrap up post from your side. SUPER can now track your girl!))