Sometimes... Life just Sucks.

The poor, stupid souls would face a hard time explaining this to the police. You should always trust the police; they want whats best for you. Lucy chuckled under Alice's breath at the old fallacy young children were fed. Lucy walked over to the mirror in the bathroom and jumped through mirror to return to the hotel room she occupied just hours earlier.

Wendy put her hands up as the officers moved in towards the group of three. The situation looked dire. And from what they could deduce of the situation the evidence seemed damning. When bullets flew towards officers, they rarely stopped and asked questions without taking people into custody first. "It wasn't her..." Wendy spoke out in defense of Alice. She tried thinking of how to explain the situation, but what happened stood so far outside the norm that any explanation would fall on deaf ears. "She was trying to save me." It seemed well to start with the motives and then work towards the actions that brought this entire situation towards the calamity they now faced.

(Jejune, you or me?)

(You can go ahead if you want. ^^)

Sachin nodded. "Exactly." he told the cops. "You must have seen the shapeshifter." He held out his wrists, and the cops looked almost surprised. Sachin chuckled. "Just arrest us, hold us for a while, we'll tell you what happened, and then we can get on with our merry lives." A few years ago, this wouldn't have worked, but LAPD had a massive shake-up in it's cops, replacing the corrupt ones with good ones a few years back. Sachin was confident that they would be allowed to go back home and stuff when they were heard out.

He also handed over his pistol. "Alright," he told the reporter and the girl. "Let's talk to these guys at the jail."

Alice cursed, why did she always get into these situations!? She froze as the police burst in, backing away. She could already guess what was gonna happen... Her mom was going to kill her! She nodded frantically at Wendy's words, putting her hand up to show the lack of fire arms in her hand. Alice watched as Sachin spoke to the police, seemingly reaching an agreement as he handed them his pistol. She nodded at his words, albeit reluctantly. "I'm screwed." she muttered shaking her head as she moved towards Sachin. She really hoped that "Justice" would prevail.

Wendy placed her hands up, deciding to remain quiet in the face of the blue and black invasion. Questions and answers would fall silent within the warehouse. Any attempt at reasoning would need to take place at the police station. From what she gathered by the little Chinese girl, she would need to prove the existence of the doppleganger in order to work in this city again.

A thought crossed her mind. The situation confronted her with no trouble out side of her job. Regardless of the outcome the young man who joined the situation would vouch her story of the kidnapping. That along with the faux news report would show someone kidnapped her. It shed no innocence on Alice, unfortunately, without the proof of the doppleganger, but she would leave this situation with nothing more than a good story to tell from a great angle.

The stench of cigarette smoke rose from a bathroom in a the local precinct. Lucy dropped the lit bud into the trashcan and locked the door. She felt a little disappointed no one occupied the bathroom at her time of arrival, but sometimes things do not go just as planned. Anyways, a fire should cause some commotion in a police station regardless of the size. Time to make an expedient exit, she thought to herself.

Sachin, Wendy and Alice drove back to the police station with the cops. They were all put in separate cells, so the cops could talk to them.

One cop, mustached and with blue eyes, sat down on a chair. Sachin sat on one of the two bunks in the cell. The cop sighed. "So, tell us your story."

Sachin explained everything, as he saw it. He explained how he had seen the shapeshifter threaten to kill the girl and the reporter, and how she looked exactly the same as the reporter, and how he had called the police, and entered the building trying to stop them. He also explained that Alice was innocent of nearly shooting the police, since she was with him and the reporter when the shooting had happened, and so the shapeshifter must have been guilty. The cop nodded, and wrote down some notes. "I see. Let's see if this story matches with your friends in the other cells say." he said, walking over to Alice's cell to hear her story.

He sat down there. "Tell me what happened."

Alice bounced her leg nervously... this was not a good situation. She looked around the small cell as her mind came up with many horrifying outcomes of this situation. Finally, it was her turn to tell her story. She watched as the cop entered the cell, sitting down and telling her to explain what happened. She started from the beginning, the explosion, seeing Lucy jump into the mirror, everything. After about ten minutes, she was done. She leaned back with a sigh, watching the policeman for a reaction.. she had bared her soul, now let's see what will come of it. She clenched her fists, getting in trouble with the police... she was dead... her mom was going to kill her!

The cop nodded. "OK. Let's check this story with your friends, hmm?" he said. On a positive side, his voice sounded rather neutral, so he didn't seem like he disbelieved her. Sadly, he didn't seem like he believed her either. Another cop came in, and led her out of the cell.

"Remember, you get one phone call." the first cop called to her as she was led down the hallway. He then walked to Wendy's cell, sat down in front of the bars in a chair. "What's your story?" he asked the reporter.

"The story is what you've been told. I don't remember all that much because of the attack on me, but what that girl is telling you is true." She crossed her right leg over her left and leaned her chin onto the palm of her hand. "I would like to know what the young man and I are being charged for." Her tone remained strained and belligerent to the situation presented to her. "Or, why we are being held for that matter. I will attest to the fact that the girl is telling the truth, and saved me from whatever that creature was, but the young man and I have no suspicions against us." It really did not matter.

If the police want to hold you for questioning in a case involving a shooting they will do it. If the police want to hold you without pressing charges for anything they will do it. All she could do to protect herself was try to strike up a reason for their release. Forensics seemed accursed to this predicament; the police would search the warehouse, but whether or not they would find a weapon bearing finger prints seemed distant. She failed to register any distinct memories of the woman's mirror jumping ability, but could attest to the shape changing.

The only way to prove her innocence would be to find physical evidence of Lucy's disappearance into the mirror. The only way seemed likely rested with the forensics team checking for footprints to see where they stop abruptly. But even with that evidence, acquittal for Alice looked like a door slowly falling shut by the minute. Poor kid.

(You know, I can't seem to make a decent post and I don't want to slow you guys down. One of you two can rp as the police for now.)

(Urgh, I hate roleplaying other people's NPC's, makes me feel like I'm godmodding... and I hate godmodding. :/)

(Then it'll be a long wait, since I cannot make a decent post right now.)

All the fun needed to come to some absolution. The police would probably let the little brat go if the testimony matched up. That little brat needed to learn a thing or two about coming in between Lucy and her prey. Lucy prepared herself for the final act of her performance in Los Angeles. In the time that elapsed in between the disappearance and the booking, Lucy set up a stage in an old carnival. Lucy ran her fingers along a wall made of mirrors. After giving a sinister smile she concluded that she needed to get back to work.

Lucy took back to the habit of mirror jumping that made her feel so complete. Lucy appeared in the mirror of a middle aged police officer. He washed his face and looked up to see Lucy making the same motions he performed. "What the Hell?" He exclaimed, inly to see Lucy's mouth make the same gesture. "Is this a joke?" The officer looked around the restroom. When he came back Lucy gave the same facial expression he wore. The officer leaned in to examine the mirror more closely. Once his face came closer Lucy reached out and grabbed his head. She thrust his head into the mirror, gashing his head open. She shifted into his form and spun out of the mirror wrapping her legs around his neck and twisting his neck until he passed out.

Lucy dragged the incapacitated officer into a bathroom stall and taped him to a toilet. "Time for fun." Lucy clacked the soles of the cop shoes as she walked towards the exit. Lucy stopped to examine her appearance in the broken mirror. "Looking good in a uniform."

Lucy stepped out of the bathroom and walked towards the holding cells. She walked past the Indian fellow and Hispanic woman, and came to stare down Alice. "I need this cell door open. This girl needs to be transported for court." Lucy waited to hear the cell door open so she could take custody of this little brat whom kept her from killing.

(Yay, a post was made! )

Alice bounced her legs nervously as she waited for the verdict... was she going to be let go... or was she going to court. And then... the verdict. She looked up at the sound of footsteps, seeing a middleage police officer seemingly trying to stare her down. She put on a brave face, though the fear still showed in her eyes. At his words though, she felt tears prickle at her eyes. She blinked them away quickly, trying not to appear too vurnerable... besides... she was sure the evidence would be on her side.... kinda. If she wasn't so panicky right now, she'd probably realize that something was off.... unfortunately... no. And so she stared at the cop, nervousness in the very fiber of her being currently.