Locked Up. They Won't Let Us Out. (Invite)

[Jayceon Williams]

Fuggin' A... The damn police bust in the bar and every involved in the fight ends up spending some time in the local jail. Jin Remmy sits up in a jail cell by himself. His eyes burning from being sprayed in the face with mace in order for the police to calm him down. Of course, there was good reason for it. Remmy wasn't going to jail without a fight. Whatcha call striking an officer? Or striking two officers? Yeah. Remmy wasn't too cool with the law ever in his life. And tonight was no different. Swinging on the law? Yeah. He'd do it. No matter what the cost may be. Call it stupidity or call it "balls." Whatever it may be. He's in jail now for smoking an illegal substance, striking an officer, fighting, and disturbing the peace. Now how he gonna get signed to the new wrestling company down here? He blamed Dustin. Remmy could have been chilling with the blonde hottie at the cafe'. But nah... DJ nagged like hell to get him to come over to the bar. And now looks where he is. Could've been laid up next to that blonde chick. Now he's laid up in jail. Fuggin' A... He looked over at the jail cell across from where his was and shook his head.

"Fuckin' bastards... This some ol' bullshit..."

[dj]

Sitting in his cell.....all by his lonesome.....Dj had already slept off the alcohol. he needed some more, but it didn't kook as if they were getting out anytime soon, considering he was being charged with paraphernalia, fightin, and disrupting a public place. There wasn't too many people he knew in Chicago...besides Rem. But Rem wasnt no help, cause he sat in the cell next to DJ.

He decided to make small talk...just to pass time by.

Yo Rem...you know....if you wouldnt of dissed that beaner, we wouldnt be here right now.....

[Jayceon Williams]

"Ain't my fault. Shiiit... If a bitch wanna get offended... Then his ass gotta be offended... Sensitive ass.... He lucky I ain't get my hands on him again..."

He shrugged his shoulders and looked down the hall the best he could from the cell. Shaking his head again, he looked back over at DJ. Being in jail brought back some memories. This wasn't his first time being caught up in the law. Don't let his smile fool ya. He's been known to do a little "dirt" in his time. He wasn't planning on spending anymore time in a place like this anytime soon. Guess that's fucked now. Oh well...

"How bad you think we got it?"

[Fernando Castro]

A finger points into the cell.

"Yes, sir. It was his..."

The destination of the point? Mr. Jin Remmy...

"The African American males... I was just clearing some of the bottles, and then, I saw them start to light it up and told them they shouldn't do it. The marijuana is illegal... but... they just hit me for no good reason. Honest..."

The pair of officers look at each other...

"The fuck?"

"I dunno... fuck it. Probably there working anyways... got mixed up in it all. You're free to go back to work, son..."

Fernando tries extremely hard not to laugh his ass off, much less crack a smile. Did he... Oh shit his ass is gonna get shot later. Maybe. Probably. Oh well... He waves bye to the gentlemen.

"You guys take care... even though you showed me extreme hate by striking me... I forgive you and hope that we all can move on..."

And Fernando is on his merry way out of the jail. Going to Mexico to find his mom and hide sounds like a damn good idea right about now... ADIOS, FUCKERS!!!!!!!!!

[dj]

You lyin sum bitch......

There wasnt nothin he could do. That fucker was gone now. They'd never see.....oh wait....Nevermind...Yeah....they wouldnt see him again.

Why you gonna let that bitch do that officer...? Huh? That lyin sum bitch gets free and we gotta stay here? Fuggin BULLSHIT......


He was beyond pissed. That Mexican had it coming. He then thought about something. His wallet. He had numbers...contacts. He COULD get outta here.

Yo copper....can I have my call now? And my wallet for that matter. I gotta get a number outta there.

Sir, we didnt get a wallet off of you. So sit back and relax. You aint goin anywhere anytime soon.

SUNOFABITCH

[Jayceon Williams]

"I know you damn cops got my shit... Lemme make my call..."

"Alright sir..."

The police proceed to come over to the cell. Open the door. Remmy steps out. Giving the cop the "evil eye" as he steps out. And makes his way toward where the phones are. The cop following close behind in order to keep an eye on him. Now who to call? He stood there for a brief moment thinking of who he should call. His one homie was missing. He knew his other homie was lying low. His partner in crime in went back home to get answers. Who to call? Who to call?

"Shit..."

He reaches forward. Takes the phone. Lifts it up to his ear. Proceeds to search his pockets with his free hand. Snatches a loose quarter from his pocket. Puts it in the pay phone. And pauses as he wonders who he will call. Fuck it... He dials a random number... Might as well use the call while he has it. Ain't got no one to call. It rings. Someone answers. And Remmy proceeds...

"Hey yo... 'Sup...? Look... It's your cousin Jimmy... Need some bail money.... I'm in Chicago and I'm locked up... What...? Whatchu mean you ain't got a cousin Jimmy...? Well fuck you then bitch... I ain't need yer damn money anyways... Fuckin' gonna leave ya family hanging like that... You on some bullshit... Nah... Fuck YOU.... Peace bitch..."

He hung up the phone. That was entertaining. A little bit. He shrugged it off. A wasted call but... Oh well... He ain't had anyone to call anyways. He goes back to his cell. Yawning as the shut the door behind him.

[dj]

Mr. James, you can have your call now. Lets go.

Well its about damn time

He said as he got up off his bed. He really had no idea who'd he'd call....He didnt know anyone. He still wondered where his wallet was though. He was sure he had it on him in the bar...Oh well. It'll turn up somewhere...hopefully.

Ya got five minutes, Ya understand?

Yeah, yeah, I got it officer. Just stand back and I'll let ya know when I'm done.

This should be fun. He pulls a quarter out of his pocket, with some loose string attached to it. I wonder if this works on pay phones... He slips the coin into the slot, only to pull it back out....





HAHA...it worked. He begins searching his memory of a certain phone number. After finally thinking it through thoroughly, he begins dialing. After the first few rings, someone answers...

Thank you for calling Pizza Hut. Is this pick up, delivery, or carry-out?

Whispering into the phone, so the cop behind him couldnt hear...

Um yeah, Delivery is fine....

Phone number and address please?

One sec man. Hey officer, whats the phone number and address here? My buddy wants to know so he doesnt get lost, and if he does he can call to get the directions.

The officer takes the phone from DJ. But before he could get it to his ear, DJ stops him..

Um..sir...I wouldnt recommend talking into that phone....

And why not huh? Just stand there and shut up.

He backs up a little bit, knowing that the cops gonna be pissed when he finds out who's on the side....

Hello?

Thank you for calling Pizza Hut, Phone Number and address plea......

*CLICK*

The officer had hung up the phone, and immediately turned his attention back to DJ. If he wasnt already in enough trouble as it was....

Back to your cell....and dont think for one moment that your getting another phone call. So move...NOW.

Whatever sir. I was only trying to get somethin to eat...damn.....

Shit never works out the way you want it to huh. Cameron seemed to be next in line for his call. DJ seen him standing at the door of his cell, waiting to get out as the cop pushed DJ back into his. Unneccesary Roughness, The Police. Another 5 minute phone call FTW! Replay first down!

[Cameron Kincaid]

He just shook his head watching these two idiots they got into the brawl with make dumb ass phone calls back to back. No wonder they wanted to beat the living tar out of em'. They fuckin' deserved it. You're in a jail cell and you call freakin' pizza hut? Talk about damn retarded.

The sound of the cell door opening could be heard as he locked eyes with the officer coming to let him out, already thinking about just who he'd call. The names began running through his mind instantly. There weren't many people he could call for something like this and hell, Fernando showed how much a damn friend he was. The names started playing through his mind back to back...

Jacob....Sakura...Hell no, she'd take out a goddamn katanna and slice my balls off...Austin...Pfftt...Dude ain't even smart enough to dial a phone much less answer one....Cross...........Strike out again. That bastard would laugh thirty minutes before even getting around to saying yes or no about the bail out part.

"Fuck!....."

The officer gives Cam a raised eyebrow look as he leads him on towards the phone. Seconds later they arrive and Cam reaches for the receiver, breathing in deeply before beginning to dial a number. He figured if he was gonna be locked up anyway, might as well use this phone call for something the others weren't smart enough to. He leaned against the wall directly next to the phone, sighing a bit as he switched hands with the phone, seeing the officer staring in his direction endlessly...

"Problem?"

"You just hurry up and make this damn call son. I could be home with the wife and I'm in here with you damn delinquents. Hurry it up."

"Pfftt. She's probably fuckin the mail man anyways pencil dick..."

"What...?"

"I asked if you had a pencil...Dick...Your name's Richard isn't it...?"

".........Well yea but..."

Cam quickly tosses up a single finger as if to silence the officer before turning his attention back to the call being picked up and his ears catching the voice on the other end, causing for a smile to come to his face immediately...

"Welcome. You've been connected with THE most sensual and erotic phone sex hot line known to man. Maverick industries and Horndog productions joint venture,"PhenomenalPhoneFucks". The highly interactive, highly addictive phone sex experience that will leave you simply craving and lusting for more of our lovely ladies from all parts of the world...Here JUST for your WILDEST sexual fantasies..."

Cam smiled brightly, leaning back against the wall even more as his eyes closed, getting ready to enjoy the phone call as much as possible. Hey he wasn't getting out so fuck it right?...Literally...

The officer raised an eyebrow seeing Cam smiling brightly, but not talking just yet. He stepped forward a bit, leaning in just a little bit, trying to see if he could hear anything from the phone. Then....

"Please select which service you would like to enjoy on this day caller. We of course have an abundance of extensive and erotic services for people with all types of fetishes abroad. Please listen to the menu selections coming in just a few short seconds, and make your choice accordingly and let go of those pesky inhibitions."

"Please Press 1 if you wish to enjoy the wettest and wildest teenage girls from around the world. Where they're free to let loose and give you both what you so desperately want. Journey deep into our "Pedophile Pleasure Zone" and see if you can..."

Nodding his head he skips that message, pressing the 4 button as he peeks around the side of the small wall that separated him and the phone. Not like he hadn't seen Jacob use this phone sex thing hundreds of times before. Thinking just because he acted like he was talking to some broad he didn't know eh?...Pfftt...The hand stuck down in his boxers Al Bundy style gave that shit away MONTHS ago. Smiling again he listens to the automated voice on the other end again...

"Wonderful! Caller you've seemed to have selected the "Deep Throat Thrills" section of our MASSIVE data base of X-rated material. If you're patient caller, in just a few seconds...."

"Hey!!! What the hell did I hear on that phone son? You callin' some fuck number or somethin'?"

"Uhhhhmm...Nah it's just..."

Turning his back to the officer he listens intently, hoping to at least get a small bit of the service he picked for the day as he hears the voice on the other end...

"....So just...Lay back, relax...And prepare for the best blow job you've EVER had...Over the phone that is of course. It'll be sure to knock your socks off and get your rocks off."

"Oh hell yea. That's what I'm talkin' about...Ya'll got Japanese bitches too...?"

The phone quickly snatched from his hand as the officer hung up the receiver before pointing back towards the cell as another officer came into the scene, a donut in his hand and a cup of coffee in the other...

"Dexter, get this SICK ass son of a BITCH back to the cell. He wants to waste his call on some pussy hotline then he can rot with the other two idiots in his freakin' cell. GET HIM OUT OF HERE!"

"Freakin' homo..."

Before he could get another word, he was almost shoved back down the corridor towards the jail cell, shaking his head because he didn't even get a chance to get his hand in his pants and let one off for christ's sake. That just ain't American. It just ain't.

[d]

.:Three guesses as to who was walking in the front door of the police department now? Yup, It was indeed Destiny Knight. Now you're now asking why she was here right? Well, she was just sitting in the bar enjoying some alcohol, then all of a sudden a bar fight broke out! To her enjoyment, the men were pretty good fighters at that. It led to some great free entertainment. But sadly, it ended. With some pretty bad results for the men involved. Fuggin pigs took em away. But now it still doesn't answer why Destiny was here... Walking up to the main counter type area Destiny cleared her throat. The cop then looked up from his computer and towards Destiny. To say the least? The cop certainly had a 'staring' problem.:.

"Now what can I do for you missy?"

.:Destiny pushed some hair out of her face before she spoke up.:.

"Did some officer's come back with a few men a few minutes ago? They were involved in a barfight."

.:The cop gave Dez an odd look but then clicked away at the computer. He then nodded his head as he found what he was looking for it seemed.:.

"Well, yea they did... why do ya ask?"

"I was wondering if they could be bailed out..."

.:Yet again the cop gave her a weird look, it seemed to be all he could do.:.

"Well, of course... but thats not the cheap, ya know that? Could easily set ya back Two Hundred just for one of 'em."

"Of course I know that... I wouldn't be here if I didn't now would I?"

.:The man then glanced back at the computer for a second, then diverting his attention back towards Destiny yet again.:.

"Well... is there a certain someone that you'd like to bail out? Or do you just want to bail out the whole group?"


"There's just one..."

.:There was a small but almost awkward silence. The cop, eyebrow raised then spoke to her again.:.

"Well? You gonna gimme his name? Or ya just gonna fuckin stand there?"

"I don't remember his name..."

"So what? You want me to just bring you back there to see which one it is since ya can't seem to remember some trouble maker's name?"

.:There was a HEAVY hint of sarcasm in his voice. But at this point? Destiny could really care less about the man and his poor, pathetic attempt at jokes. So she just stayed calm..:.

"Lead the way officer."

.:The Officer, with an almost shocked look on his face that she actually said yes... stood up from his chair and walked over to the door to his right, opening it up he walked inside with Destiny close behind. As they passed numerous cells, she just calmly walked behind him... The men in the cells giving cat calls and the like. They finally reached the cell...:.

"Well.. its one of your lucky days... seems this woman here, wants to bail one of you lowlifes out.."

[Cameron Kincaid]

Please say it's me, please say it's me...

Cam stood leaning against the bars of the cell, his arms wrapped around them partially as he glanced up towards the entrance to the corridor where the cells were located.

His mouth dropped for a few seconds, seeing the woman walking the hall behind the officer. Nice build. Cute face. Blond. Surely SHE wasn't here to bail any of the three of them out of here. His eyebrow raised, tilting his head as he spoke out...

Hey!...Which of us jackasses are you here to bail out anyway? Please don't tell me you're the white chocolate lover of one of those two imitation gangsters they brought in with me. I'd rather see you bail a pedophile out of here before that happens. But hey if you get me out I swear I can pay you back...Not with money but...Yea...

Suddenly he jumped back from the bars, just before the officers nightstick went flying up against it...

"Stand back pervert. She's not here to get you out of here. At least I hope not anyway. Hopefully all three of you thugs will have to stay in here for a Loooooooooooong time. Dumbasses."

He turned back to the young woman, a smile on his face as his attention traveled the length of her body, clearly taking a long look at her entire body before going on....

"So little lady, which one of these hoodlums are you interested in getting out of here anyway? Make it quick and maybe I can take you out on the town or somethin'. Go over to the local ribshack and get a few slabs and head back to my place? The wife won't be off until 6 in the morning so we'd have the place to ourselves the entire night. Sound good don't it missy?"

Good fuckin' grief man... Ma'am please don't. Don't die because of some hillbilly strain of HIV contracted from this asshole here. Be smarter than that.

A long sigh left his lips, seeing the look of anger on the officers face. He smiled back as if to say the hell with him and that little nightstick in his hand. He wished he could shove it halfway up his ass right now, but just shook his head and waited for the woman to speak, hoping she was smart enough to know who deserved to be out of here and who didn't.

[d]

.:She just looked at the officer. Surely he must not be serious... it took all of her energy to not vomit while he spoke. His teeth... were... disgusting. His breath? Vile. Shuddering, she turned to the oh so verbal one. He didn't look all that bad. And from what she saw in the bar, could fight well too.:.
"And what would make me want to bail your ass out of here hmm? Certainly wouldn't be for some 'good time' you claim to promise."

.:She just shook her head. She glanced towards the other two in the cell, it was a bit too dark to see who they were. She then glanced over her shoulder... fuckin cop was checkin her out... She shook her head once more, turning her head towards the outspoken perv.:.

"Please tell me why should I use my hard earned cash on some one who I don't even know?"

"Well if ya don't know him then don't fuckin bail ...."

.:Destiny held her hand up... the cop actually stopped talking... it actually surprised her that it worked.:.

"So? I'm waiting..."

[Cameron Kincaid]

Shit...Um...Well, look at me. I'm devastatingly handsome. I'm probably the most decent guy in this whole freakin' place AND I didn't even do anything really. Those other assholes started all of it to be truthful. Throwing up their gang signs and smoking weed in a public bar like a couple of crackheads. Look...I don't belong in here with these pedophiles, drug dealers and identity thieves miss. I'm a decent guy by all means. Trust me. Get me out of here and I promise I'll make it up to you and pay you back. This is all just a big mistake.

[d]

"Cute... How long'd it take ya to come up with that story?"

"Hah! Can't believe you'd think she..."

.:Destiny glanced back at the cop. He shut up... Dude had no spine. Probably why they stuck him at the desk instead of in the field. It made her smile. Turning back towards the man.:.

"Well... if you're that desperate to lie like that? Guess you really do want to get out..."

.:Destiny turned towards the cop... he had a somewhat agitated look on his face...:.

"I'll bail all three of 'em out..."

.:The cop stared at her. She didn't waver. The cop sighed then started to open the cell door:.

[dj]

He had been laying there listening, not thinking he was gonna be the one getting out. But when he heard all three, that was when he jumped up out of his bed to see who it was.

Well I'll be...your that chick from the coffee house. Oh hey, sorry about pullin my boy Remmy outta there so fast. I know hes pissed about that....but you know how it is.....

Did she? Or was he just ramblin on about nothin. Who knew, hell, not even he knew. He was just happy to be gettin out. Time to go and find that damn wallet thief, and get his damn pizza.

[Cameron Kincaid]

God bless you big breasted blond woman! Thank you, thank you! I Swear, I will pay you back EVERY red cent.


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Can't say the same for the drug dealers though. Depends on how business is here in Chicago is I guess...But hey thank you again Miss....What's the name again....?