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Posted by Neena on Sept 3, 2008 13:30:57 GMT -6
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Nov 29, 2008 1:43:38 GMT -6
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(OOC: Neena's FP intro.)
”Hey Chief, she’s at it again..”
“Again?”
“Seventh time this year, I think.”
Chief Barnes groaned, and let his head fall into his hand. ”Where this time?”
“She tripped the alarm at the local Flowerama, Sir. She was waiting for us on the steps. Like always.”
“Doesn’t that woman have a normal hobby?”
The wiry looking officer shrugged his thin shoulders. “Well, this is New York, and she is a mutant. I wouldn’t say that counts as normal.”
Chief Barnes grunted, ignoring the wide grin on his patrolman’s face. ”Nothing in this town is normal anymore....” he grumbled, rubbing a hand over his balding head, and heaved to his feet. ”I’ll be there as soon as I find some asprin.”
“Yes, Sir.”
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Chief Barnes walked heavily down the row of desks. He headed toward one near the wall occupied by two people, the patrolman that had approached him earlier, and a woman with her back to him. As he approached, the woman held up a toned, ebony-skinned arm, her palm open, sporting a pair of blue and red pills.
”Hiya Harold. Brought you a present this time. Tylenol. Gelcaps, too, so they’ll act quicker.”
”I wish you wouldn’t do that, Neena. You know it creeps me out.”
”Sorry, m’friend. I keep forgetting, you’re only human.”
The patrolman hid a chuckle behind his quick vacation of his chair, allowing his superior to sit. Chief Barnes sat down with a whuff of a grunt, and inspected the woman before him. Perfect white teeth grinned at him from with a dark face, just beginning to show the laugh lines of middle age. Crow’s feet peeked from behind a pair of unseeing, milky-white eyes. A streak of gray traveled through jet-black hair along the forehead. Her outfit of black fit her body closely, not tight enough to be deemed provocative, but enough to show that she was quite fit. For a forty-plus-year-old woman, she looked pretty good.
Of course, she’d look even better if one hand wasn’t cuffed to the side of the desk. Chief Barnes sighed.
”Ms. Jenkins-“
”Now Harold, you know I hate being called ‘Ms.’ “ The woman pouted childishly. ”Makes me feel old.”
Chief Barnes, grumbled, and began again, firmer this time. ” Ms. Jenkins. These shenanigans of yours have got to stop. How do you think it looks for the Headmistress-“
”Assistant Headmistress.”
”- of one of the most prominent, and controversial schools in New York, to be caught robbing a.... a.... What was it this time again, Jerry?”
“A Flowerama, Sir.”
“A flower shop?” The older man shook his head in disbelief. ”Why in the world would you break into a flower shop??”
The blind teacher tilted her head. ”They needed to update their security. The owner has a bad attitude, ya know? Do you realize how easy it would be for someone with a grudge to break in and torch the shop? Not only would he lose his merchandise, and be out a fortune to repair or rebuild, but it would put the other businesses in danger as well. All he really needs to do is install a simple motion detector an update his fire alarm. Did you know his smoke alarms aren’t even connected?”
The Chief stared at the woman. How could she possibly make such a downright ridiculous idea sound so logical?
Neena tilted her head the other way, still smiling and unseeing eyes still staring straight at him. If he didn’t know any better, he would have sworn she was trying to look right through him.
”Neena-“
”Oh, don’t worry so much, m’friend. Everyone at the Mansion knows what I do. I may be forty-two, but if any of the kids get too big for their britches, I can still put them in their place. And really, how often can you say that a mutant robber is actually doing what she does to help the community? Maybe this will teach that loudmouth of an owner a thing or two.” She chuckled, and turned her head in the younger officer’s direction.
”So? Am I in the usual cell? Oooh! And tonight is TV dinner night, right? Do you have any more of those kiddie meals? The ones with the chicken nuggets? I love those things.....”
Chief Barnes cradled his aching head in his hands, and sighed. ”Go ahead, Jerry. You know the drill.”
Jerry grinned, and reached down to unlock the handcuffs. ”All right, Neena, let’s get you settled in for the night. Oh, by the way? When you go home tomorrow, could you let Andrea know that I’ll pick her up at five tomorrow night, instead of eight? El and I switched shifts, so I was able to get an earlier flight for us.”
”Sure, no problem. Is your whole family going to be at the reunion this weekend? Even your Uncle Andrew?”
”Definitely! His wing is healed now, but Aunt Dina won’t let him fly yet. So we’ll be meeting him at the airport in Cleveland.”
”Nice. Tell him to fly in for a visit once he’s up and flapping again, will ya?”
Chief Barnes could only shake his head and grunt as their conversation drifted away. Mutants. Surely they couldn’t all be as crazy as that old bird.
Could they?
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Sept 3, 2008 17:31:25 GMT -6
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