Post by Brad White on Nov 17, 2010 10:00:09 GMT -8
(OOC: Continued from Riot I know I glance over a lot but I have a big idea planned for up ahead.)
This could quite possible be the worse day of his life. This was not good. His hands were in handcuffs, and he was in the back of a police van. A couple others were in with him, also cuffed unlike him though their cuff were attached to the floor to stop trying to leave. Brad had given up willingly while they had not and he was being treated a little bit kinder. It was the cop next to him over seeing the three of them that had decided he didn't need to be chained as well. Still he was going to be in trouble, if not with the police then his parents when they found out, and he was sure that they would.
The police van arrived at one of the local police station near the school and parked. Brad and the other to kids were let out of the van and escorted inside before being processed. Their names were taken, addresses, parents contact information, all the thing they needed. Finally being made to empty their pockets, and sign as their possession were locked of. The three of them were then lead to the cell and separated. Brad took a seat on the hard floor of the holding cell, and waited.
Time passed and eventually the door to his cell opened, and he was taken to a integration room and saw his father waiting as he entered. Brad was made to sit and then the question started. He had planned to tell the truth from the get go, but the eye of his disappointed looking father made it impossible for him to change his mind. Brad answered the question about how the riot had seemed to come from nowhere. That he tried to leave only knocking people when they tried to stop him. He then told them about the knocked out boy, who had suddenly woken and thrown him back into the fray before people started running away because the police arriving, and he decided to remain behind because he hadn't done anything he thought was wrong.
Taken back to a cell more time passed, Brad guessing that the police were trying to confirm what he had told them. Once again the door to the cell and more paperwork was done, mostly by his father. He then received a warning from one of the officers and let go. Brad was practically dragged to his father car, and told to get inside. Getting in silently, his father got into the driver's seat.
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It was now 2 days later, and Brad was wondering why his father hadn't grounded him or something. He had looked like he wanted to when he had got Brad from the station, so why hadn't he. Brad couldn't help but think that his father didn't think much of him at the moment, he wanted to redeem himself in the eye's of his dad. He had hurt people, in self-defense yes but that didn't mean it was right. What could he do that would be good and make his father realized what happened wasn't what he had wanted.
Brad thought hard, and eventually his Great Uncle crossed his mind. Charity, giving money away was something Simon Rosett did, it was good and James respected it. He could donate money to a cause, but what cause and what money. He needed money before he could give it away. That night Brad planned, routes around, places where the most money could be made busking and the best route between them. Planning that next day after getting his guitar back from the music class where it was locked up at school he would try and make the most money he could.
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The next day went as planned, he got his guitar back and kept his head down during his return to school after the riot. He didn't want any more trouble. After school he followed the routes he had planned out hitting up the best spots he could think of to make money. Moving to his next spot, outside a shopping center, Brad set up. His coin mug for money, was put next to small sign he had made during lunch. 'FOR A GOOD CAUSE PLEASE DONATE.' It said. After setting up Brad started to play. Hopefully the idea that the money was for charity even with a charity in mind would cause people to give in greater amounts.
This could quite possible be the worse day of his life. This was not good. His hands were in handcuffs, and he was in the back of a police van. A couple others were in with him, also cuffed unlike him though their cuff were attached to the floor to stop trying to leave. Brad had given up willingly while they had not and he was being treated a little bit kinder. It was the cop next to him over seeing the three of them that had decided he didn't need to be chained as well. Still he was going to be in trouble, if not with the police then his parents when they found out, and he was sure that they would.
The police van arrived at one of the local police station near the school and parked. Brad and the other to kids were let out of the van and escorted inside before being processed. Their names were taken, addresses, parents contact information, all the thing they needed. Finally being made to empty their pockets, and sign as their possession were locked of. The three of them were then lead to the cell and separated. Brad took a seat on the hard floor of the holding cell, and waited.
Time passed and eventually the door to his cell opened, and he was taken to a integration room and saw his father waiting as he entered. Brad was made to sit and then the question started. He had planned to tell the truth from the get go, but the eye of his disappointed looking father made it impossible for him to change his mind. Brad answered the question about how the riot had seemed to come from nowhere. That he tried to leave only knocking people when they tried to stop him. He then told them about the knocked out boy, who had suddenly woken and thrown him back into the fray before people started running away because the police arriving, and he decided to remain behind because he hadn't done anything he thought was wrong.
Taken back to a cell more time passed, Brad guessing that the police were trying to confirm what he had told them. Once again the door to the cell and more paperwork was done, mostly by his father. He then received a warning from one of the officers and let go. Brad was practically dragged to his father car, and told to get inside. Getting in silently, his father got into the driver's seat.
–
It was now 2 days later, and Brad was wondering why his father hadn't grounded him or something. He had looked like he wanted to when he had got Brad from the station, so why hadn't he. Brad couldn't help but think that his father didn't think much of him at the moment, he wanted to redeem himself in the eye's of his dad. He had hurt people, in self-defense yes but that didn't mean it was right. What could he do that would be good and make his father realized what happened wasn't what he had wanted.
Brad thought hard, and eventually his Great Uncle crossed his mind. Charity, giving money away was something Simon Rosett did, it was good and James respected it. He could donate money to a cause, but what cause and what money. He needed money before he could give it away. That night Brad planned, routes around, places where the most money could be made busking and the best route between them. Planning that next day after getting his guitar back from the music class where it was locked up at school he would try and make the most money he could.
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The next day went as planned, he got his guitar back and kept his head down during his return to school after the riot. He didn't want any more trouble. After school he followed the routes he had planned out hitting up the best spots he could think of to make money. Moving to his next spot, outside a shopping center, Brad set up. His coin mug for money, was put next to small sign he had made during lunch. 'FOR A GOOD CAUSE PLEASE DONATE.' It said. After setting up Brad started to play. Hopefully the idea that the money was for charity even with a charity in mind would cause people to give in greater amounts.