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Post by Deleted on Jan 20, 2014 21:39:28 GMT -5
Sitting there wasn't never fun. It was cold, quiet, and too solitary for her liking. Even though she knew what was going to happen, she didn't like it. And even thought this hadn't been her favorite experience, or endeavor, at that, one had to admit she had balls.
So as she sat there, hands zip-tied, separately to each of the wooden chair's legs, she sighed. It had been three hours of sitting here, in the bright, vile color of the inmates. Not because she was going to be booked, but for the reason that they couldn't trust her. She had to be stripped, every item on her being accounted for, and locked away.
Her own body then needed to be safely strapped down, each part unable to touch the other. It was amazing how much one could learn when driven. Gritting her teeth, she found that even shifting her body slightly in the chair wasn't rocking it that much. Another sigh. She'd just have to wait for whomever was going to read her her rights, or whatever. She didn't quite know what happened next, because she'd been too focused on the other side of things; the criminal side. Was it really her fault she wanted to go home....for the sake of trying to remember the good times? Selina Kyle wasn't a moron, she was just, well, not quite a child and not an adult yet. She had three months until she was eighteen. If she could venture an educated guess, that is why she was here. Breaking and entering during daytime hours was not her best idea, at least in Gotham.
So as she struggled against her restraints, the gangly, precocious brunette sighed, puffing out at the hair falling into her face as she never relented on trying to get free from this cage.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 20, 2014 22:12:46 GMT -5
A handsome, and somewhat unsure looking young man walked in. He was decently tall and almost as thin as a rail. He wore his police blues and his hat upon his head. He took the hat off when he stepped into the room. He held a clipboard with some sheets of paper on it and a pen tucked behind his ear. The metal name tag above his badge said "H. BULLOCK." He had been looking down at the clipboard when he walked in. He sat in a chair opposite the young woman. The table between them was worn, tired, and dirty. He took a moment to flip through a few of the forms he had before him. "Well, Miss Kyle, is it?" He looked up to her finally. A look washed across his face for a few seconds before he could even try to speak again. She was gorgeous. It was not often he ever arrested or read rights to a woman. He snapped out of his daze and cleared his throat. "First, Miss Kyle, I am going to read you your miranda rights..." Harvey cracked a nervous smirk. He swallowed and cleared his throat again. He was nervous, she was gorgeous, talk not easy pretty girl near."“You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law. You have the right to an attorney. If you cannot afford an attorney, one will be provided for you. Do you understand the rights I have just read to you? With these rights in mind, do you wish to speak to me?” Harvey exhaled a small sigh of relief. He was just so happy he made it through that without messing it up. He knew them by heart, every officer has to know them and Harvey graduated from the academy with honors, but again, talk not easy pretty girl near.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 20, 2014 22:33:09 GMT -5
As the door creaked open, Selina looked up. She was cold, her hair was irritating her, and she was a bit preoccupied with coming up with a retort that wouldn't be a bitchy response to 'So, why were you trying to break into 1387 Willow Manor?' without smarting off.
So instead, her eyes went wide in mock horror(not that he was aware of that), her eyes growing shiny and wet as he read her her rights. Now this was new. The fact she was in scrubs and cold, was probably puzzling to him, if he was going to ask. And zip-tied to a chair. It's not like she was dangerous, now was she?
Not in the standard reference. But with the few skills she'd honed so far in her tenure at boarding school, she wasn't daft. So keeping that mind, after the proper sequence of words was read to her, Selina sighed, nodding agreement to her name.
Flexing her fingers, she was starting to shiver. If only they kept the room a teeny bit warmer in the holding room. She hadn't even been able to slip her ankles from those restraints to pull closer to reserve heat. All she could barely make out through the thick fringe of her bangs was 'Bullock.' And from what she could make out, he wasn't a detective, either. They sounded...older.
"I would, officer Harvey, but at the moment I'm a bit..chilled, and my hair is in my face," came the dulcet, clear voice. No acquiescence to her rights, no care that she may incriminate herself, because there was no one to take care of her. She was alone, and that's all she knew. Hopefully this young, spry, someday detective would know caution near a caged cat.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 20, 2014 23:05:07 GMT -5
"Oh."
He stood up from his seat and, suddenly felt even more awkward. He had a jacket on over his uniform. It had been a cold night anyway. He walked around to her and took his jacket off. He draped it over her shoulders and did his best to tuck her hair behind her ears. He wondered why they had zip tied each hand to the arms of the chair.
He walked back around and cleared his throat once again. He sat back down and looked back over to her. He didn't even think twice about giving her the jacket. Harvey's mother had always been a strong, outspoken woman, despite the fact that she had time and time again been played a fool by his piece-of-crap father. He had three little sisters, too. He was taught, by proxy, that treating women with respect was the most important thing a man had to do in this world.
He looked over his paperwork and witness statements, trying to make sense of it all for a brief moment. Finally he looked back to her again.
"So, um, would you like to tell me why you broke and entered the property on 1387 Willow Manor, Miss Kyle?"
Harvey, in spite of his nervousness, seemed to carry himself well. He was obviously still trying to get the gist of how to deal with people. Men, he could handle them fairly well. He had no problems there. He had even been known to lose his temper once or twice. Again, he respected women deeply, and cases he'd worked involving women getting beaten or brutalized he often got a bit rough with those arrests. He'd been reprimanded this year for breaking a guy's nose that had been beating his wife and daughter. Arresting a woman was a different story. Older women he did ok with, but this was the first time he had ever dealt with someone a little closer to his age.
He looked back down to his paperwork for a moment just to avoid getting mesmerized again. He could see on the paperwork she was just a few months from turning 18, so he was feeling even worse for thinking she was pretty.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 21, 2014 9:02:23 GMT -5
Leaning forward, she had been shocked he'd ...helped her. Turning her head to the side, she had to blink several times before the threatening tears abated. Turning back to the officer, she could almost feel his questions. It hadn't taken her that long to manipulate his jacket and find the abandoned pen, making short work of the first plastic tie around her wrist. "That's why the zipties. And the scrubs." She states quietly, before looking at him straight on, into those surprisingly deep, warm, chocolate hued eyes. Setting the pen down gently on the table, she motions to a piece of paper he's holding so she can write on it. "The cameras. Why are there four in here, one is off, and one is broken. I doubt with me trussed up, they're really needed. I'm a minor." She pens, while turning on a rather charming smile to him; something that no nearly 18 year old should know. "Call me Selina. I get enough of that Miss Kyle crap at school." She murmurs, before quietly snapping the second tie on her other hand.
It's not long before her arms are through his a bit too large coat, and she's more liable to talk to him, now, considering she's more than a frozen block sitting there. Her legs are still trussed to the chair; wooden, of all things, not one of those folding metal ones(someone wasn't stupid, finally!), and she lets the sleeves of his jacket fall over her hands. The pockets don't yield much else, just slips of receipts, and gum wrappers, no movie stubs. She's shocked. A good looking cop like him should have fun.
Pursing her lips, she has kept a reasonable enough silence held after his question. Which is a rather stupid question if he was up on his recent events in the past year. He must be new. But her upbringing causes her to instead smile at him, a softly sad look on her face. "Well, I can answer that, but let me help you out, first. Thank you for giving me your jacket, but that allowed me to break my binds. I'm in scrubs, because, well, if I'm able to break from those binds with a pen, there is a reason they took my street clothing, and put me in this;" her fingertips pinch at the offensive color of her attire as her nose scrunches up.
"But considering you're the first human being that has been even slightly nice to me in the past...oh, year and a half, I'll help you out a bit. My parents were the Kyles. Not quite on par with the Wayne family, or the Connors, or that hoity-toity, but they were up there. About 407 days ago, they both died in a rather tragic car accident, orphaned myself, and my sister. She took well to the orphange, me, well, I don't like those sort of digs as well. I've been here more than once, and I do believe it was Officer Rogers who dealt with me last. Before they shipped me to my aunt's school upriver. No, not one of those schools, but a rich-bitch boarding school where the girls are snobs, the teachers cater to the parents, and if you look in the right places...you can get ahead." Fussing a bit more with his jacket, she watches him keenly to gauge his face. "It's in my file. Corrine's is three hours away. No, I didn't drive. And why 1387 Willow Manor? That's where I grew up, and that damn boarding school isn't my home. Willow Manor is, and I'm homesick."
The admission is barely whispered as she capitulates, finally, to his question. And why, has this clearly rookie officer been able to get a word out of the juvinile offender? Because he was humane to her. No joking, no harshness, no mocking. And in Gotham, that is quite a rarity.
"You don't have to keep averting your eyes, Officer Bullock. I'm pretty much an adult; they've threatened that enough. I may have been sheltered at one point in my childhood, but that chapter has clearly come and gone." She adds with a wisdom in her eyes she shouldn't have. Not that she's hinting at the risque, but in her times on Gotham's streets, as well as at the boarding school, she's had more than enough of her share of humanity, and the exact opposite of what good it can do, especially when it's in the throes of excess. It's too bad she's not more 'sorry' about her little endeavor of returning home. But at least she's honest about it, and in her mind, that trumps faux apologetics anyday.
"Any other questions, Sir?"
If he dared to glance behind him, he'd see the slack-jawed faces of several of his superiors. She's clearly made a name for herself with her offense list; breaking and entering, theft, pit-pocketing, borderline grand larceny. All in the aftermath of her parent's death and separation from her sister. And nearly every time she is caught, it's been a tooth and nail fight to get her into the car, and then into a cell. Words came less easily, her eyes, and a nod of her chin the only communication she let them get from her to ID her possessions. Never had she said how she had several butterfly knives on her. Nor the several thousand in cash. Or the other items. So the dropped jaws from a clear joke of sending the new guy in are, well shit, going to get a reaction from the more hardened street cops. Other than the fact a child raised with money in Gotham isn't just slumming it, but living on the street. Perhaps it was her last name that brought her in, perhaps it was the eloquent words and the flirtatious nature that was a throw back to the dames of the past; part wry humor, part self-depreciation, with a side of full femininity- but Selina Kyle was more than familiar with the majority of the assholes on Gotham PD, and clearly, was not impressed.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 21, 2014 13:48:38 GMT -5
Harvey had looked back to her when she began to speak and there she was getting herself loose. Instead of standing and attempting to reprimand her in some way he just watched. A bit of an impressed hint a a smile began to smooth over his lips. He would have been embarrassed had he spent any kind of thought on his facial expression at the moment.
He just stayed silent, listening to her. About two sentences into her story he realized he should have been taking notes. He quickly whipped that pen out from behind his ear and began writing to catch up. He was actually quite skilled at writing information down. He had his own version of shorthand that worked for him, and only him. He would just use those and translate them when he actually filled out his official reports and paperwork. He has been noted for it by a few superiors. Harvey wanted to try and make Detective before he was 30, he was usually much more disciplined, or at least he did his best to exude it. This was really one of of maybe three times so far he had been thrown off by something during an interrogation. After a certain point, though, he just stopped taking notes. He would be able to remember all this anyway. It wasn't the happiest of stories he ever heard. It was not the first nor the last.
Once she got through the bulk of her story Harvey was trying to look for her file. He didn't have it. He did suddenly feel like a bit of an idiot for not having her arrest record. He didn't have to look behind him to be mad. He tensed his jaw, his head down a little bit, but his eyes looked darker, he looked back up when she made the comment about averting his eyes. It woke a part of him up that had laid asleep until this very moment.. He was not at all mad at her, but angry at the fact some other officers wanted to have a joke at his expense. It was like something just clicked.
Harvey looked at some paperwork and gathered the clip board and stood up. He seemed to be in a hurry now. They're the ones who're the fools.
"Miss Kyle-" he paused and looked at her, a more daring smirk began to wash across his face, his confidence could nearly be a smell in the air with how suddenly it appeared.
"Selina," he corrected, "I believe there are some discrepancies with Lt. Flass and his tactics in how he chose to arrest you."
Flass had left a mark on her cheek. That was enough. Even it had come from someone else, or something else, he didn't care. She may have been constantly incarcerated, but Harvey was not going to be made a fool by greater fools. Some of the other officers weren't clean and Harvey didn't stand by that. They were always finding ways to try to get him in trouble, but Harvey kept his nose clean. He covered his own ass and well as he bit back at everyone else trying to get a piece of him.
"As of this moment you are free to go."
Harvey turned to the door and headed out and started gathering Selina's things from a jailer. Once he had them he turned to her with all of it. He handed her the small plastic bin containing her clothing. There was also a large manilla folder containing all her items and money.
"Your things, ma'am."
Harvey looked pleased at himself. He was standing up for himself and the right thing. Yeah, she had been arrested a lot, but maybe if the system was focused more on helping people and fixing the issues, not just throwing people in jail and forgetting about them until they come back in again with another charge then maybe people like Selina would be happier souls.
"If you would like a ride, I will wait here while get you squared away again."
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Post by Deleted on Jan 22, 2014 5:25:19 GMT -5
Nodding to what he said, she took his words with a grain of salt. Considering all the words she had heard in the past few months, she really didn't trust anything that someone from the Gotham PD said. Especially to, or even at her while she was bound, and at the station. Lt. Flass had been a bit too handsy for her liking, but something in the way that Bullock said his words gave her caution. An almost quick eyeroll turned into a wide-eyed stare at him in shock. "You're kidding me." She said flatly, already working on her ankle restraints. If he somehow found a fault in what had happened, he was just going to let her...go? Blinking, she winced as the plastic restraint bit into her skin, and finally exhaled a sigh of relief when it gave, the second breaking a bit easier. After he left, she stood, stretching in the ill-fitting scrubs, pausing as he handed her both a tub of her clothing, and her errata that she had came into the station with.
"You weren't kidding me," she drawled, narrowing those emerald eyes at the much taller officer. Slipping back on her socks, and boots, she cradled her clothing as she made her way to the bathroom to change. She'd already been stripped once, and she clearly wasn't going to change in front of them. Clearly ignoring the older troops, Selina slipped easily into the bathroom, tugging on her jeans, and the sweater she had worn. Throwing her hair back into a high ponytail(because they'd thought the hair tie was dangerous of all things!), she crouched down and glanced into the manilla folder. Yes, her few things were still in there; her wallet, a small notebook, and the money. Her phone was untouched, too, thankfully. Tucking all of the things back into her messanger bag, she decided to slip on the overly large jacket. There was just something familiar and comforting about it.
Stepping from the ladies' room, Selina glanced around until she saw the officer, and quietly walked up to him. "About that ride? You know that Miss Corrine's is three hours, on a good traffic day from here? Are they going to let you do that, even?" It may look a bit odd, but she was rather well dressed. Not the standard fare of 'thief' that came throught he PD. She was poised, yet an almost feral energy thrummed through her every action. Partially due to the duplicity of her day-to-day counterparts, and happenstance of the past year, she was on edge. It was hard to figure out who to trust, even. So if this man worked his magic once to get her sprung from a probably third strike, it gave him the smallest bit of clearance in her eyes.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 22, 2014 5:44:50 GMT -5
Harvey was even more mesmerized when he got to see heron her real clothes. Though, he kept his confidence about him. He had gotten off shift while he waited for her. He did not flinch at the mention of a three hour drive.
"I have the time, and I'm off shift now."
While she'd been in the bathroom he had received a verbal lashing from Flass. He told Flass to go screw himself and his dirty dealings. He was suspended for the next few days without pay. He didn't care, he had a point to make.
"It's getting late and I have tomorrow off, I can get stuck in traffic a while. Come on."
He led her down to the garage where everyone parked. He walked her to a teal and white '59 Fairlaner . It was well taken care of. It was his mother's, she gave it to him when he turned sixteen. He was pretty good with his hands and knew enough about cars to keep it in good condition. He opened the passenger side door for her and closed it after her once she was in. He got in and started the engine up. It ran like a champ. He pulled out and soon they were on city streets.
He remained silent for a bit and after about five minutes he asked "are you hungry?"
Harvey could go for some grub and he knew just the place.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 23, 2014 11:38:20 GMT -5
The glint in his eye made her wary. While she knew she was at least worth a second glance, it still made her uneasy. Especially when considering it was a police officer, even more when it was one that just helped her avoid an arrest.
And was now, just now off work. It all was fishy to her. But even so, she stuck her hands in the pockets of his jacket, and nodded, unwilling to say any more words in front of the clearly pissed off senior officers. While this Bullock fellow hadn't said anything about her wearing his jacket, yet, she wasn't about to say anything either, the glance behind her filled with a steely malice in her eyes as she glared at the man who had arrested her. If only she'd walked past him, she may have been able to swipe his wallet. At the least, his shield. But instead she offered a cool smile to the rest as she walked out with this man, nodding as he spoke.
"I appreciate it, you know. I'm not trash, even if I do...what I do. I have my reasons." Pausing slightly as he went to her door first, she blinked, admiring the classic car before slipping in to her seat. "This is nice. Thank you," she murmured quietly, wide eyes taking in the interior, a tiny voice within her hoping she wasn't about to end up in some ditch somewhere. It was Gotham, after all.
Glancing out the window as he drove, she fell silent, watching familiar monuments and sights pass by. Once he asked her a question, she turned back to him, and nodded. "I guess so. My aunt won't mind if I'm gone for longer; I'm already in trouble by now."
And dinner with someone normal, and decent looking wouldn't be that bad. It'd be better than eating with all of the stuck-up, snotty girls she lived with at the school. The girls who squandered their wealth, and took advantage of the fact they had parents, instead blowing their 'allowances' on cigarettes, weed, and who knew what else that they didn't even care about, only wanting to be the most popular.
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Harvey finally cracked a bit of a smile as he drove. He took a turn down a busy little neighborhood not far off from the East End. Eventually he pulled to a stop in the driveway of a simple little house. He put the car into park and looked over to her.
"Ain't nobody stuck up in this house, Miss Selina. If you're homesick, then maybe this'll cheer you up a little."
Harvey got out again and opened her door for her. As far as he was concerned, the coat was hers. Once she was out he shut the door and led her over tot he front door. He got a key out and opened the door only to find it unlocked. The sound of one little girl yelling at another two of them could be heard. Then a woman's voice came through the house.
"GIRLS, I IF I HAVE TO TELL YOU TO WASH UP ONE MORE TIME AND YOU DON'T DO IT, SO HELP ME I'LL REDDEN THOSE LITTLE BUTTS.... or I'll call your brother to do it for me."
Harvey looked over to the three girls scrapping around in the living room. They were twelve, ten, and six. They looked over to Harvey as he walked in and they screamed, he'd had good timing. He looked at them sternly and they ran off to go get washed up for dinner. A moment later the woman whose voice had carried through the house came around a corner with a wooden spoon. She looked for the girls but saw Harvey instead. She smiled to him and walked up giving him a hug and kiss on his cheek. Harvey had to bend over just a little to allow her to do so.
"Hey, Ma."
"So you're the reason they screamed and ran off to go wash up. You stoppin' over for dinner?"
The woman then noticed the young woman with Harvey. She smiled warmly to her, and offered to take the coat.
"Hi there. Harvey, don't be rude."
"Ma, this is Selina. She's a little homesick and we're both hungry."
The woman gave her a big mama bear hug.
"Well, you can call me Delilah, dear."
The woman let loose of her and looked her over. She smiled to her.
"Such a beautiful thing you are. Come on, dinner's just about ready."
Harvey gave Selina a glance and a hint at t grin as they headed through the kitchen and into the dining room. His mother was finishing up the polenta. There was a put full of sausages, the appropriate vegetables and a marinara sauce. There was a mixed salad on the counter next to a pot full of risotto. Harvey looked it all over with a bit of a smile. He pulled a glass bottle of coke out of the fridge, uncapped it, and handed it to Selina and then took one for himself before he sat at the table. A moment later the three girls burst from another part of the house and crowded around Harvey and Selina. The oldest one, the twelve year old, looked more interested in Selina than Harvey.
"Who're you?"
The youngest of the three climbed up on his lap as he drank on his soda. She hugged him around his neck and kissed him on his cheek and stayed with her arms wrapped around his neck.
"Hi Harvey."
Harvey hugged her back and let her stay there as she pleased. The middle one took a spot at the table across from everyone else.
"Hey."
Harvey looked at all three of them, the youngest let up on him and seemed content to just sit on his lap. She snagged his police hat and put it on. She jumped off him and tried to take his cuffs. He put a hand over them.
"Laverne, these aren't toys."
"Aww, but I gotta handcuff Gretch and Susie together."
Harvey had to stifle his laugh. at the other two who looked less than pleased at their little sister's wishes.
"No, we only handcuff people that have been doing something they shouldn't."
"But Gretch took my pencils and Susie shoved me today."
Harvey looked over at Susan, who was sitting on her own across the table.
"Whaddya doin' knockin' your sister down? She's smaller'n you."
Harvey's accent seemed to suddenly grow thick as he interrogated his sister. Delilah was beginning to set plates down before everyone. Susan was picking at her food skeptically.
"She's been gettin' on my nerves today."
"You don't go around shoving your sister down. And you-" he looked back to Laverne, "stop tickin' your sister off. You don't want someone bigger and meaner to get mad at'cha and knock you down, do ya?"
Laverne shook her head slowly.
"No."
"See, you three need to get along and stop with the fighting and mind Ma."
"I didn't even take her pencils, I just borrowed them for a little while and she's being a brat."
"Nuh-uh! You took them out of my box and you had 'em for like an hour."
"Oh my god, Laverne, shut up."
"You shut up!"
"Both of you shut up, babies."
"Gretchen, stop acting like you our boss."
"Yeah Gretch-"
"ENOUGH!"
All three girls shut right up at Harvey's command.
"Now, sit your butts down and eat." Finally their mother sat. She looked over to Harvey and mouthed the word thank you at him without saying it audibly. She finally looked over to Selina with a smile and she scooped up a fork full of risotto.
"Welcome to the Bullock residence, Selina. I hope you can find a way to feel at home while you're here, though that will be easier when these three are asleep."
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Post by Deleted on Jan 25, 2014 15:19:11 GMT -5
Murmuring a thank you as she got out of the car, she was surprised to hear the yelling. And noise. There was rarely anything of the such at her house, save for when she was asleep, and woken by the arguments. It was a warm, yet stern voice that commanded authority, and awe. Standing there, Selina's eyes went wide at the sisters playing with each other. And then rushing out to wash up, just as quickly at the sight of their big brother. Frozen in place, she stood there with the large jacket in her arms, still as a statue.
First jail time, now this? Blinking as the tiny woman greeted her son, Selina continued to watch, before finally relinquishing the coat that really wasn't hers.
Then the next thing she knew she had been enveloped in a firm, yet gentle hug. A gesture she hadn't had in months, that seemed to thaw her slightly. "Yes Ma'am. Deliliah." This must be Mrs. Bullock. Blinking rapidly as she was released from the hug, she could feel her cheeks flush at the compliment. Usually her smart mouth and sarcastic nature didn't get her those sort of comments.
But she followed Harvey, still not quite believing she was in a cop's house, eating dinner with his family. It was all...so normal. And alien to her. Shocked out of her wide-eyed observation by the cool glass bottle, she glanced up at Harvey, a smile, and quiet thanks given to him before she followed, not quite sure of where to sit.
Glancing down at the rush of sisters, Selina took a sip of her coke first, then contemplated how to answer. 'Some troubled girl who's parents died' was probably not the best answer. Perhaps a bit of a lie would be the easiest thing to explain. "I'm Selina. A friend of Harvey's. Who're you?" She asked in return.
Finally slipping into the empty chair beside Harvey, Selina let the banter of family wash over her as she observed. Harvey's words chaffed a bit, as she had felt the bite of steel on her wrists more often than she'd like to admit. Enough that she had finally procured a key for herself that she wore around her neck, just ...in case.
"Thank you, Mrs. Bullock." She'd appreciate the meal, and the invitation into their home for as long as they'd have her, three girls arguing, or not. Picking up a fork and digging in herself, she offered a thankful, shy smile to the police officer who'd given her more than a bit of a kindness than she deserved.
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For the most part, the girls were preoccupied with eating. For their sibling barbarism they were little ladies at the table. Though, Laverne, being that she was the youngest, would occasionally play with her food. A stern look from Harvey or from their Mother would cause her to stop and eat again.
Delilah would pause between bites and sips of wine to talk to Harvey, Selina, or the girls.
She leaned back in her chair and smiled a wry smirk that her son would one day master. She looked to Selina and Harvey, but more specifically to Selina.
"So, Selina, how did you and my Theo become friends?"
Sometimes, Delilah called Harvey Theo. His middle name being Theodore, the name of her own father. Everyone had called her father Theo back in the day, so Delilah called him that every now and then. He looked so much like his grandfather that it nearly floored his mother.
Harvey looked to Selina and then back to his mother.
"Work."
"Ah, you have family that works there?"
Harvey looked back to Selina and then back to his mother again.
"Not exactly..."
Delilah put an even more sly smile and nodded.
"I see then. Well, whatever reason you have for going there is not really my business, nor is it my place to make any judgements about you for it."
Harvey tried to not lie to his mother, but at the same time he didn't want to put Selina on the spot. His mother never ceased to amaze and impress him with her grace and cool head. Delilah picked her glass of wine back up, looking to Selina again.
"When I was your age I'd been arrested quite a few times. Those policemen never intimidated me or my beliefs. I never quite cared for Harvey wanting to be a police officer, but if there were more of them like him then maybe a city like Gotham can still one day be the center of hope like it was always meant to be."
Delilah Bullock had been quite a little hell cat herself back in her day. She'd marched in Washington for equal pay and against sexism. She'd also marched for racial equality during the 60s. The efforts of she and her fellow sisters for the cause had helped Title IX along into law. She never judged anyone for getting arrested, only the best women were the ones that got arrested the most in her mind.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 28, 2014 17:49:17 GMT -5
Selina had manners, and was quick to respond, when she could. It seemed that her detective was answering for her under the scrutiny of a woman who let little past her keen nose.
Crinkling her own nose at the question, she quickly finished mincing her food, and blushed, thankful she didn't shoot a dirty look at Harvey as he answered. Instead she calmly looked at him, her eyes wide. It wasn't that she was hiding anything..it was just, she'd barely known this man. And he now was probably quite aware of the more poignant moments in her life, while she knew...this.
But was it really all that different, when he'd invited her into his home? A wrap sheet, verses a home-cooked meal? Which really was the more intimate gesture?
"Theo?" She finally whispers, gesturing to Harvey. Clearing her throat, Selina nods, feeling her response should be given to Delilah at a later date, not in front of the girls, as well. Instead, she just gazes at her lap for a moment, the words from his mother washing over her in a wave of forgiveness she's never asked for.
And responding that she has no family..is just rude table manners. She knows that, at the very least. But the next words that come from the woman's mouth shock her in to locking her gaze on the woman, her lips parting slightly, her eyes blinking rapidly to quell unshed tears. Yes, her clothing may be fine, maybe even expensive, but that is all she has. Her drive to reclaim everything that was taken from her, even if it wasn't picture perfect.
And this woman before her, three children, a warm home, amazing food...and she had been arrested? Several times? Those words hit home, and echo dully in her chest, clinking around like chimes on a hot day. Finally words can come to her lips, and she speaks "...he's one of the only ones that has honor. And doesn't just...judge you, Mrs. Bullock. You have a good man in your son." She states quietly, in a firm understanding. While she hasn't known any of them more than five hours, she's learned to trust her judgement of character, and for once, in the past year, she's felt safe.
Not threatened, not pitied, not questioned. Accepted. "My mother was a ballerina." She offers tentatively, taking a sip of her water, not quite sure of where to go with that statement, but it's something.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 28, 2014 18:57:22 GMT -5
"OH!!! DID SHE WEAR A TU-TU?! WAS SHE IN THE NUTCRACKER!"
Laverne exploded with delight at the word ballerina. The other girls looked interested, as well, but they did not have the same energy and loud voice only a six year old could muster.
"Laverne, pipe down a little, we're all sitting at the same table."
Harvey could not hide the grin he attempted to stifle. He was using his sister's enthusiasm to hide how touched he was by both his mother and Selina's words. Laverne was bouncing absent-mindedly in her chair with great interest. Delilah smiled coolly, it was an expression that seemed to be natural to her, without thought.
"Ah, how lovely! You've come to the right household. This house is one of the opera."
Harvey looked at his mother and then to Selina.
"Ma is a vocal coach, she specializes in operatic performance-"
"I did my very best to convince Harvey to go study, but police work is what he wanted to do. He's a gifted baritone, and I should know, I taught him how to use those pipes of his the right way."
"Ma..."
"Harvey Theodore Bullock, don't you try to 'Ma' me."
"Yes, ma'am."
Delilah looked quite pleased with herself. She was one of the only people in the world that could get him to shut up and take it.
"Don't let her try to put it all on me, she's the one who's the Queen of the Night."
Delilah raised a brow and put on a demure and clever little smile.
"He's right. She acts like she isn't any good, but our Ma is the best in da bizzzzz."
Susie simple nodded with an expression that only spelled 'oh hecks yeah.'
"Oh I am nothing to cry home over."
"Ma, the Queen of the Night is one of the hardest Opera roles in the world to sing. Stop being so freaking modest."
Delilah just rolled her eyes at Harvey. The woman was so resistant to praise.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 28, 2014 20:45:18 GMT -5
Did she wear a tutu? Did a bird sing in the morning? Did an operatic singer practice? The question caused her wary facade to crack, a smile lighting up her face. "She did. And I did, too. And we both danced in the nutcracker, at one point." She glanced across at the sea of astonished faces, her awe shining in her own eyes.
"I didn't know that," she murmured, gazing up at the police officer beside her. "You never told me that, you know." Not that he'd tell her in their time in the car, but still.
"I just don't see why you couldn't sing in Gotham, when you're off duty. Everyone needs a hobby, even keepers of the peace. It reduces stress." Even if she was being a total hypocrite, because, well, she didn't dance for fun, even, anymore. Taking a bite of her food while the others spoke, Selina's eyes shot to that certain tone of voice that made any child in their right mind snap to attention, no matter their age. Even if they were an adult, they were still a child to someone.
He'd just dis-respected her, and he was set straight in no time. "You sing, and teach? Maybe..if you sang...I could dance for the girls?" She hadn't been in a studio in several months...but when you grew up with a mother who practiced day in, and day out, and you grew up among torn shoes, mirrors, and fine, hardwood floors, it just didn't leave your veins.
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