☛ POLICE STATION


     Police Station

     PoliceStation

 

+ witness? victim?
+ this is universal. It's still a police station even if you're in different locations.

{c} huang zitao. 11 years ago
@{p} S.A Wu Yifan. Listening as how the older of the two just went on and on, Zitao only sighed and drew his head back, closing his eyes as he listened to him talk about stupid - that is, until he mentioned about his mother. With a sudden snap, Zitao's eyes were open and and an angry, pissed-off look came across his face. How DARE he talk about his mother as if he were friends with her! "You ing bastard," he hissed as he stared at him with a look that could kill. Inside of Zitao's head, he was currently killing Kris and stabbing him to death, but in reality, he was ed because he could not move to do what he wanted. Biting his lips as hard as he could, Zitao struggled to not say anything as Kris grabbed him. Zitao knew that if he exploded, he was to lose control entirely of his sense. Never once had he talked about his mother ever since her death. He thought about her, but he never heard her from other people's mouth, let alone his. And if this bastard though that he knew what Zitao went through and that he knew his mother, he was wrong. But as hard as Zitao tried to control his temper, the second he was handed to a stranger, he snapped. "You ing bastard!" He shouted to the latter as he watched him walk away. "You have no ing right to talk about my mother! Who the do you think you are!? You honestly think that you know my mother and I? You ing , you have NO idea what I have been through! And the fact that my mother is dead and you bringing her up out of nowhere and telling me that she would be disappointing is ing bull! ing-" Letting out an angry growl as Zitao was brought back to the cells, he shouted and thrashed around. "-BURN IN HELL!" With that, the tall latter with the name 'Sam' written on the badge, had thrown the young latter inside of the cell and locked it shut. " YOU!" Zitao snapped and continuously banged onto the door until what seemed like two hours later did he finally stop. He sit in the back corner of the cell and closed his eyes, struggling to calm down.
{p} S.A Kris Wu. /sh 11 years ago
@{c} huang zitao. Yifan chuckled a bit before shaking his head. "You are honestly such a fool. Whatever do as you please and if you wanna die go ahead, I don't see why you're wasting your time being here and suffering. I would have to say that your mother would be disappointed in you. She talked about you so much when you were young; she would always say that you wouldn't be like others who were on the street but look where you are now," Yes, Yifan knew Zitao's mother. They were, in a way, friends, even though she was way older than him but then again, Yifan was friends with people that were always older than him for a reason. "You're a failure." He sneered the last part before taking the picture, putting it back in the file and closing it. He knew that the boy was going to be stubborn and that he wasn't going to help at all, plus Yifan thought that it would be best that the boy should be in jail for a time being. He wasn't going to be out, sleeping in the streets like a dog and Yifan's heart was at peace; he knew the boy, at a very young age, but he was pretty sure that the boy doesn't remember him and Yifan couldn't blame him. He stood up, and walked over to him, getting him up; his hands were handcuffed just in case he tried to do something funny, plus Yifan knows how to fight pretty well. "You're going to jail. Hope you have fun," He says as they walk out of the room and into the place where the police have other people arrested and are booking people for the day. He walks over to Sam, one of the police there that will take care of the boy. "If he causes any trouble, call me and I punch him in the face so he'll remain good." He said before handing the boy and walking away, not even saying goodbye after that. It was going to be much easier since he doesn't want to get attached.
{c} huang zitao. 11 years ago
@{p} S.A Wu Yifan. The second that he had heard the door open, the Chinese latter glanced over and KNEW from the look of him and on the man's face that something was to happen. Whether it was bad or good, Zitao didn't know. But he had a gut feeling that was about to go down. And sure enough, it did after this 'Kris' finished his useless sentence. Did he honestly think that Zitao was going to listen? He had been hearing this lecture from so many people. His friends, police- he didn't care. So what if he did that was against the law and could get him killed? It wasn't like his parents didn't give a about him. But then again, that was probably because his father- who was later found dead- had walked out on him and his mom. Zitao was a definite "mother's boy". He loved his mother so much that it was insane, but when he came home one day to see the police in his house and his mother dead on the floor...he didn't know what to do anymore. His mother had been and stabbed to death and at the time of being thirteen, Zitao just wanted to kill himself because he felt that he could have done something. If he had been there...his mom would be here today. But that was when everything changed for him. Zitao ran away, fearing he was to be placed in an orphanage for other people...like him. He slept on the street, stole, and by the age of sixteen, he was dealing drugs. He didn't do all of them [which seemed crazy], but it was true. He only smoked and to Zitao, that was paradise enough. Rolling his eyes at Kris' remark, Zitao suddenly smirked and shook his head. "You honestly , grandpa. For the record, I don't have a home, so this IS my life. I don't give a what you say. Go ahead, say that I am going to die and . You don't think I don't know that? I've been on the street since I was thirteen, old-timer. I think I KNOW how my life is." As he sat in the cold, stiff chair, Zitao didn't even glance down at the picture. He knew what it was. It was a picture of him with his mother, smiling widely as he was holding his first puppy. But Zitao wondered how in the this weirdo had managed to get a picture after about six years of his mom being gone. He couldn't have been on the case at the time, could he? No. There was no way. He was old, but he wasn't THAT old. "And besides, who are YOU to tell me to run MY life? Dude, you must really be ed up in the head if you think that I am going to listen to you."
{p} S.A Kris Wu. /sh 11 years ago
@{c} huang zitao. Yifan sighed as he drunk his coffee. He had some files to finish; he had to talk to victims and families; he had to do a lot of and then cops are bringing people in every ing hour and Yifan can't finish what the hell he has to ing finish. Alice--his secretary had brought a file about a young Chinese male who was a drug dealer and a thief; he almost choked on his spit when he saw his age. "He's eighteen?!" Yifan yelled out in shock and Alice nodded and chuckled before she walked out. Yifan sighed and looked over his file carefully and read it, not wanting to miss a single detail of this boy. He hummed and nodded as he finished reading everything; he closed the file and walked of his office and went to the interrogation room. He was honestly getting so sick and tired of seeing young boys like these ruin their lives; no matter how ing hard you had a bad life, that doesn't mean that doing bad things will excuse you. He opened the door and saw the boy kicking a chair and he raised an eyebrow before rolling his eyes and walked to the other side, before sitting down in front of him. He put the file down and looked at the boy for a while and then he shook his head and sighed softly. "Huang Zitao, age eighteen, drug dealer and a thief. Congratulations for ruining your life, Kid." He said as he opened the file and took out his picture. "You see this person--yeah look at him closely. You can see how tired he is from his life and guess what? He's ing high too and you know who that is? You." He sneered the last part; he didn't want piss off the boy or anything, he was just giving the latter a wake up call. Something that the boy clearly needed. "Look, frankly I don't give a damn about your past or anything like that but I would appreciate if you didn't sell drugs or do drugs and I would actually like it if you stopped stealing. This isn't your place and this isn't your home, boy. So I suggest to clean your up and ing get a life and stop trying to destroy it. You're fairly young and you don't deserve this."
{c} huang zitao. 11 years ago
@{p} S.A Wu Yifan. This seriously could not be ing happening. After years of hard work, determination, and contacts that he had made, it was ALL ing blown away in one night because one drug-dealing rookie thought it was a good idea to bring his buddy along. His buddy didn't bother to mention that he was secretly a cop. And as soon as Zitao and the three guys were in the room, it wasn't long before the doors were kicked in and the S.W.A.T team came in, pinning all the men to the floor- especially the eighteen-year old, Zitao. The police didn't dare put the Chinese latter in the same care as the other drug dealers because they knew that even though Zitao didn't have a record for murder, there was no doubt that he would have had one on file tonight. "ing bastards," he hissed in his native tongue (Mandarin) when he was pulled inside the police station, two strong police holding him tightly as they pulled him into the back. While all of the other drug users were put into a cell or tested, Zitao was brought back into the questioning room. He knew what the room was because he had been in so many before throughout his years of moving. China, Korea, and even the United States had seen a lot of Zitao, but never once had they finally caught the latter after he began doing everything worse and hardcore. Watching as the door as opened, Zitao growled as he was forced into the chair and cuffed to the table. "Wait here," one of the men said in English, "Kris will come and see you in a second." And with that, they were out. Rolling his eyes at their comment, Zitao scoffed and slid in his chair, stretching his legs out and purposely kicking the chair across from him onto the ground. He didn't ing care about this Kris guy. Zitao was unbreakable.
{c} marcus cho. /sh [A] 11 years ago
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{pr} niel lee. /sh 11 years ago
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{c} marcus cho. /sh [A] 11 years ago
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{pr} niel lee. /sh 11 years ago
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{c} marcus cho. /sh [A] 11 years ago
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{c} marcus cho. /sh [A] 11 years ago
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{pr} niel lee. /sh 11 years ago
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{c} marcus cho. /sh [A] 11 years ago
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Kai will be leaving.
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Sorry, but Zitao is leaving...
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Hey.. Baekhyun is leaving.. It's a shame--this concept really interests me, but life has been real to me, and so I am deactivating from all my rp's.. I'm sorry, and thank you for having me. :)
musiclover808 11 years ago
Hey Daehyun's going to leave. I'm not active and everything. Thank you for letting me be here!
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Hyeri is leaving.
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