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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Jan 30, 2019 7:30:37 GMT -5
Yeah I know. We could always mention it in roleplay, like bring in memories of the heists or something. But yeah I don’t think we could do them)
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Jan 30, 2019 7:30:39 GMT -5
Yeah I know. We could always mention it in roleplay, like bring in memories of the heists or something. But yeah I don’t think we could do them)
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Jan 30, 2019 7:36:12 GMT -5
Yaaas. I think the Captain is still pretty new so maybe there’s only been one heist. I can do a coin flip for who won if you want)
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Jan 30, 2019 7:45:10 GMT -5
He had felt the thank you was necessary. Yes, the Captain has obviously done it to control him. But Theo honestly didn’t care. He was happy so long as he had a decent case to work on. If his mind wasn’t kept active enough with challenging cases he was known for finding himself in a slump. Often they didn’t last long, but once he had suffered a month-long slump, open cases piling up on his desk. Cracking one interesting case fixed that one.
“Ugh, fine,” Theo responded, but there wasn’t that much annoyance there. Sure, Theo could be immature sometimes and he didn’t like being controlled, but he understood the Captain, knew how he worked. If Theo worked hard, he would get better cases and more freedom and respect from the Captain. And while he led the precinct in arrest numbers, Theo still didn’t meet all of Ryan’s standards.
Maybe he shouldn’t have raised the Captain’s expectations so much
They entered the precinct, and he llooked over at the Sergeant when she expressed her concern at the blood on Ryan’s collar. This was not unusual at all; Beth was often concerned for everyone in the precinct. She was like the mother figure to the detectives.
“Don’t worry, Sarge, we’re fine. Genius supplier decided to try and do some parkour. His face made friends with a trash can.”
Val peeked round from her computer, smirking.
“Amazing,” she snorted, clearly amused.
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Jan 30, 2019 7:45:48 GMT -5
(Ooh okay so Theo won the first one, that’s cool with me. And Ryan can win the second)
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Jan 30, 2019 7:46:38 GMT -5
(That wasn’t the greatest reply ever but I just wanted to get SOMETHING up before my lessons)
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Post by 𝕊𝕙𝕒𝕕𝕠𝕨 on Jan 30, 2019 13:50:49 GMT -5
(Could you maybe repost the last reply to Ress?)
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Jan 30, 2019 14:28:23 GMT -5
Sure! One moment)
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Jan 30, 2019 14:29:05 GMT -5
Val nodded, catching the keys the other woman threw towards her. She gave a small smile in response to her teasing tone. It was going to be okay, they’re ere quite similar. Both women were stoic, and Val appreciated that. She also didn’t like small talk, and she didn’t think she’d be hearing a lot of that from Ress either.
“I’m happy to drive,” Val nodded “but I’m warning you now that I’m used to driving motorbikes so... I might be a little rusty.”
Nevertheless she led the way down to the garage, unlocking the car they would be driving in and getting in the driver’s seat. She put on her seatbelt as Ress joined her and did the same thing.
“Alright,” the woman said as she started the engine and began to pull away “so we’ve never really worked a case just the two of us, right? You seem like a decent person, I think we’ll be alright.”
As long as the woman didn’t ask Ruiz too many questions (especially personal ones) or do that weird crying thing or anything like that then it would all be okay. Valentina didn’t deal well with emotional or chatty people.
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Jan 30, 2019 15:23:28 GMT -5
(Also I may do a post with Val’s reaction to her defendant being found not guilty. That way it opens her up for the others talking to her afterwards too, cos I realised I never opened her up afrerwards. Obviously, as with the actual courtroom post, no need to respond to it until we actually come to that point)
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Jan 30, 2019 15:49:21 GMT -5
Valentina sat on a bench outside the courtroom, her head in her hands. The trial was over, had been over for a while now, and she hadn’t moved from the bench since she’d sat down. But now she leaned back with a sigh, running her hands through the dark hair she had since taken out of its bun before looking at the bruised knuckles of her hand.
She had gone into the bathrooms as soon as the trial ended, and she may or may not have punched the wall a few times. So much for controlling her anger. Not that she’d been expecting to, anyway. She was no good at that, never had been.
But still, not guilty? How the hell could they have found the defendant not guilty? The woman wiped an angry tear from her cheek, sniffing frustratedly. She would not let her face be all tear stained. She had a reputation, she had to be tough.
Yet, this was three months of work down the drain. Dangerous work. A case she had put her heart and soul into. She knew that this man was guilty, without a doubt, it just seemed that nobody else did. He was going to walk free now.
Worse than that, though, was that she couldn’t help but think that her past and her reputation had played a part in it. She had thought when she’d gotten her GED, went to college, moved on with her life, that her past would never get in her way. That she wouldn’t let it. But here she was again, with her teenage self holding her back. And with her present self only making the situation worse.
She couldn’t help but think that she hated herself, and that she hated everyone else too. She hated herself for making such terrible decisions as a kid, and for not being able to control her temper. But she also hated everyone else for writing her off, for telling her she couldn’t achieve anything or that she was dangerous or bad. What was the point of trying to be a good cop, in trying to make her life better, if the world was determined to stop her?
Was she even the good person she thought she was? Her criminal record, her record in court, the way she relied on intimidation and refused to open up to others, her hotheadedness. All of those things seemed to suggest that maybe she wasn’t.
She sighed, once again putting her head in her hands. She hadn’t expected a not guilty verdict to make her feel so lost. She was supposed to be tough, sure of herself. Resilient. She wasn’t supposed to be emotional or scared or unsure.
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Jan 31, 2019 16:13:19 GMT -5
(You can if you want, whatever you want to do. I just realised that my original post had been really closed off and wouldn’t have left room for replies later on)
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Jan 31, 2019 16:25:01 GMT -5
(Yeah. The almighty coin flip decided to give her a hard time. Though it kind of works out cos it’s nice to see that side of her since we only rarely see it in Rosa on he show)
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I can't answer why... I'm a blackstar...★
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Post by Kurai on Jan 31, 2019 17:05:04 GMT -5
Court days were not particularly enjoyable. Even now that he was rarely required to give evidence, it could still be stressful, especially a case such as this one. Ruiz had been working on it for a long time, it had pushed her to the limit and she had excelled, he was impressed with her determination and wanted this to go well. Things rarely worked out the way he wanted them to. There was a mixed reaction as the jurors gave their verdict 'Not-guilty' half of the room cheered, happy their friend or relative would walk free, the other half gave an audible gasp, a collective sigh of anger. Ryan shook his head, rising from his seat to exit the courtroom. It was a heavy blow for the precinct, a verdict like this would reflect badly. It wasn't his main concern however. That was awarded to Ruiz, for her he could imagine this would be devastating, when you risked your life for something and it was destroyed right before you... Well let's just say he knew how it felt.
The press would be crowding around outside, hungry for news, to lay the blame on the failed conviction. With their grasping questions and daft allegations. No way he wanted to face that just yet. He doubted Val would either although with the hustle of people leaving the court he couldn't spot her. He waited just outside the main doors, in the long hallway, keeping separate from the crowd, his height gave him the advantage of being able to overlook the mass of people, keeping an eye out for Val's familiar figure. It was some while later, and he had almost given up waiting for the stern detective. He had wandered to the small refreshment area and grabbed a cup of water and when he returned there was a one figure sitting on one of the benches where he had been waiting a short while before.
His long legs carried him easily along the hallway towards her, his hands stuffed in to his pockets, standing for a moment without saying anything. He let out a soft breathy sigh, not really knowing what to say. He, much like Val, was no good with emotions. "Tough break." It was simple, a rather dumb acknowledgement but he couldn't think of anything more to say. He was glad at least that the other court goers had vacated, leaving them pretty much alone.
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Jan 31, 2019 17:28:22 GMT -5
(I thought I might as well get a response up )
Val straightened up when she heard a familiar voice, looking over to see that her captain was speaking to her. She gave a bitter laught in response to his words but nodded towards the seat next to her, offering him the chance to sit if he wanted it.
“That’s an understatement,” Val responded with a sigh “this is three months of work down the drain. And this is going to look bad for me and for the precinct. The press is going to go wild with rumours of a forced confession, or else I’ll be made to look incompetent, or they’ll focus on my record. It is going to take a lot of damage control to stop this from reflecting badly on the precinct or damaging my career.”
She paused for a moment, sighing as she looked down at the clothes she wore.
“I dressed differently, I talked about who I really am in front of a jury and in front of my colleagues. I had hoped at least it would pay off. I know he’s guilty, I just know he is, and he’s walking free. I just hope he never commits another crime to prove me right.”
But she didn’t think that would happen. He would reoffend, especially filled with the confidence getting off with his crime had given him. Val couldn’t stand this. Any cop could have seen he was guilty instantly. The only problem was that the jury weren’t cops, and the lawyers certainly weren’t cops either.
She had put her everything into this case, especially since she had worked it on her own, with minimal help from anyone else. She had spend long nights poring over evidence, waited patiently on stakeouts. And that was what the courtroom didn’t get to see.
“But, hey,” she said with a defeated shrug “I guess the jury were just, as you put it, incredibly foolish.”
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I can't answer why... I'm a blackstar...★
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Post by Kurai on Jan 31, 2019 17:58:30 GMT -5
He took the seat beside her, leaning back and studying the wall opposite as she spoke. It was clear from her tone just how this was affecting her, he would have been worried if she wasn't upset. She put it in to words perfectly, 'three months of work down the drain' there was little worse than watching someone you know is guilty walk free. He could see the bruises booming over her knuckles, undoubtedly some wall had borne the force of her wrath.
"This is not going to damage your career." His voice was certain, no doubt at all that this would pass. Ruiz had been highly recommended by previous commanders and although he had yet to be asked for his own opinion by his higher ups, should the need arise his reference of her would be glowing. "The press are animals, hungry for a story, but they tire easily. They will find something new to entertain them in no time." It was true but wouldn't make the questioning any easier, or the questions being asked any less personal.
"As for the Jury I can think of a slightly harsher description, though it would probably not be professional to say it out loud." He paused for a moment. "Won't stop me thinking it though." These cases were never easy, and being Captain he had to think of the precinct as well, damage control would already be in full force, however it was not currently his top concern.
"Don't let this get on top of you. You're better than this." If their job was easy everyone would do it. Sometimes the jury got it wrong, more often than Ryan cared to think about. "All that matters is that the next time he offends." He was under no illusion that the lucky criminal would fade quietly in to the night, never to reoffend. "You're there to catch him."
He kind of wished the Sargent was here, she'd know how to handle this, she was good with emotional stuff. Not that he could imagine the dark haired woman's usual tactic of a hug would work with Val.
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Feb 1, 2019 10:27:37 GMT -5
“Thank you,” Ruiz said with a nod when the captain said it wouldn’t damage her career “but my biggest concern right now is the precinct. The only way this would damage my career would be if I wanted to move and they looked at my record, but I’m happy in the 99. But it’s different for the precinct. I think I’ll just work some low profile cases for a month or two, wait for the press to get bored. With the press so interested in me it would be a risk for me to be on a high-profile case, it could blow the case. Not to mention the danger it would put me and any partner I work with in.”
She knew that. The press knew her face and she knew there would be pictures of her in the papers and on the news. Which meant she would be taking a huge risk to work anything big. Especially if it involved undercover work. Plus it meant that she minimised the damage to the reputation of the precinct.
The Captain said she shouldn’t let this get to her and she nodded, brushing a dark lock of hair behind her ear in a movement betraying a lack of confidence she didn’t usually seem to have. It was something that always happened either when she relived the abuse she had suffered as a child or when she was feeling emotional or nervous. Her hard, confident exterior seemed to soften, though she had never shown what was underneath.
The captain was right, she couldn’t let this get to her. The captain and the precinct couldn’t afford to have Ruiz out of action or distracted. She needed to get herself back to normal, needed to get her confidence back and rebuild the walls she lived behind. She had never been one for vulnerability, whether it was someone else showing theirs or whether it was her own. Being vulnerable like this, even in front of someone she trusted like the Captain, felt difficult.
“Oh, I’ll be there,” Valentina said with a nod “I’ll be damned if he gets away again.”
She was glad it was the captain she was talking to and not the Sergeant. She was a lovely woman, but if she was there she would want to give Val a hug, something Val would not appreciate. The sentiment was nice and everything, but contact was not something she enjoyed, and she wasn’t one to enjoy sympathy either.
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Feb 3, 2019 6:23:36 GMT -5
(That’s okay, I hope it went well!)
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Feb 3, 2019 10:51:16 GMT -5
(Wow that’s so cool! Congratulations! )
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I can't answer why... I'm a blackstar...★
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Post by Kurai on Feb 4, 2019 8:10:58 GMT -5
Emotions had never been Ryan's strong point, it was one of the things he attributed to his success as an officer. Emotions could be damning, especially when you were investigating a homicide and were forced to question grieving family. He's been called a robot by more than one of his past partners when looking in on scenes that often reduced other officers to tears. It was a strength, but at times like this, it was also a weakness, when he should be offering support and found himself stuck for what to say.
"The Precinct will survive, this probably feels like the end of the world right now but it's not." He meant it, he had surprising sway with the press, having had to deal with most of the reporters at some time or another, he would put a word in perhaps if needed. She was right about one thing though, undercover work was off the table for a while. She could easily be recognised, and with her cover blown quickly become a target. He wouldn't jeopardise her safety.
"A few weeks of small cases and all of this will have been forgotten." He glanced round at her, noting the dejected look on her features. "How about for now we just go, find some dive bar and get a drink." That always made him feel a little better, and seeing as they were off the clock it wouldn't hurt.
(Sorry super short, but wanted to get something up)
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Feb 4, 2019 13:58:19 GMT -5
I’m hoping to get a reply up today)
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Feb 5, 2019 16:55:41 GMT -5
(Okay I’m gonna do a reply. Question is should I have Lexi and Theo and the rest of the squad - you could have the sarge too - meet them at the bar?)
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Feb 5, 2019 17:08:23 GMT -5
(Okay I’ll get something up soon )
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