Re: Complicated Shadow [1.5/?]
anonymous
February 2 2011, 00:46:44 UTC
He backed out of sight as slowly as he could, kneeling inside the second bush in the line of hedges (camellias, his mind told him) and pulling out his mobile with hands that he didn’t realise were shaking until he pressed the ‘0’ instead of the ‘9’. He took a deep, but quiet, breath and dialed the right numbers carefully, cupping his hand over his mouth and receiver to block his voice from hitting the cold night air and the Spaniard’s ears.
“911, what’s your emergency?”
“Murder,” Arthur breathed as loud as he dared. “Lowell Park, First Avenue and 28th Street. Please, please hurry, he’s got a sword-”
“Someone will be there shortly. Are you safe?Arthur held in the dictionary’s worth of sarcastic quips he had in answer to that question and leaned forward carefully, looking through the blessedly thick and well-trimmed evergreen leaves. The killer had put his sword into the sheath strapped onto his back and was trying to heave the much larger body onto his shoulders. It was late enough and the park was secluded enough that he didn’t
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Complicated Shadow [2/?]
anonymous
February 2 2011, 00:48:24 UTC
It took most of the rest of the night for the police station to get his statement and send it on to NYPD. As one of the kinder ones explained to Arthur, Antonio Carriedo - the Spanish killer - was a hitman working for the Vargas mafia. He had been on their wanted list for a while now, even though he had already been arrested twice; lack of conclusive evidence and mysterious changes of heart in the juries kept him from being convicted. With an eyewitness in Arthur now, they hoped to put him behind bars once and for all
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Complicated Shadow [3/?]
anonymous
February 2 2011, 00:49:57 UTC
Arthur ended up falling across his bed with his shoes still on and sleeping throughout the next day and only woke when he realised someone had been hammering at his door for two minutes straight. He straightened himself up from his bed and wiped at his eyes, stumbling to his door and undoing the chain blindly to open it.
Francis stood with his fist in the air, mouth open to yell up a storm at him until he looked at Arthur. His expression quickly changed from fury to concern, and he ushered Arthur back inside, closing the door behind him, and sat him down on his couch. The entire time, Arthur stared and mumbled blearily at the floor, barely opening his eyes and yawning every fifteen seconds.
When they both sat down, Francis took Arthur’s hand in his and faced him. “What on Earth happened to you
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Complicated Shadow [4/?]
anonymous
February 2 2011, 00:54:41 UTC
That was the last time Arthur saw anyone from his old life.
After Francis calmed him down and promised not to tell anyone but his boss what happened, he left. Barely moments later, the officer stationed in the unmarked car in the parking lot knocked on his door. She told him that his paperwork had been sent to the OEO and he might as well start packing his toothbrush and a few sets of warmer clothes.
“Warmer cloths?” he asked curiously, hand idly turning the doorknob. “Why?”
The officer, a blonde woman with a long ponytail, grinned. “Because, Mr. Kirkland, you’re going down to Dixie.”
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{A/N: There isn't a lot of information about how WITSEC works beyond 'In Plain Sight', which I'm not really trusting since it's a TV show, so a lot of this will be educated guessing and shots in the dark. Don't worry, I'll get to the USUK soon.}
Re: Complicated Shadow [4/?]
anonymous
February 20 2011, 09:10:30 UTC
I love it when characters I dont expect get put into villain roles (so far I've got England, Hungary,...err I think thats it...America doesn't count! EVERYONE expects the self proclaimed hero to be placed in a villain role).
Re: Complicated Shadow [4/?]
anonymous
February 2 2011, 04:00:41 UTC
LOL. I listened to the same podcast the above-anon mentioned a few weeks back. Strange coincident indeed. :D
Well, I must say that this is the first time I saw Spain in a "villian" role.
The South is going to be so different from NY. Although I wonder what state he's actually going to wind up in? Texas or Virgina I guess would be the most obvious choice, but it would be interesting to see a not often mention state such as N. or S. Carolina or Tennessee or something. (Disclaimer: Anon was originally from S. Carolina...)
Oh Arthur, what are you getting yourself into? And if he's going into the Federal Witness Protection Services would that make Alfred a U.S Marshall?
Re: Complicated Shadow [4/?]
anonymous
February 2 2011, 04:53:47 UTC
Woah, great start! I really liked this and I love Francis' reaction. As the other anon said, you can literally feel's Arthur's tension. I can't wait for more.
Complicated Shadow [5/?]
anonymous
February 4 2011, 06:23:42 UTC
“Sweet home Alabama! Where the skies are so blue!”
“Would you stop that?!The latest US Deputy Marshal in a chain of US Deputy Marshals (and he’d forgotten the name of every one of them) grinned at him from the driver’s seat of the mid-sized Honda. “Aw, come on, Art, I’m just welcomin’ you properly,” he said with a grin, a slight Southern drawl colouring his words. “You’re gonna love it d0wn here, I promise.” He tapped along to the song on his steering wheel, and Arthur turned away with a ‘hmph’ and stared out the window at the trees and fields along the side of the interstate. “You’ve missed the hot weather, so you won’t roast in those stiff clothes a’yours.” Arthur snorted indignantly, but it was lost on the deputy, who had turned his attention back to the road
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Complicated Shadow [6/?]
anonymous
February 4 2011, 06:26:27 UTC
The interstate led them through and past Birmingham until they got off on a strip mall exit just beyond the main city. Alfred stopped for McDonald’s, buying Arthur a milkshake that he hadn’t asked for but accepted anyway. The girl at the drive-thru window waved at Al and greeted him by name when he pulled up.
“You come here often, I guess,” Arthur said with an amused smile as they waited at the red light to get back on the main road. Al shrugged.
“It’s the closest fast food place to where I grew up, and where you’re gonna live.” He poked Arthur’s shoulder on the ‘you’re’, and he swatted the hand away.
“Whatever. You’ve got a green light.” Al jerked his attention back to the road and turned right, shoving a handful of fries into his mouth in the process. “So where are we going?”
Alfred swallowed heavily and smiled. “You’re gonna love it, Artie-”
“If you call me anything besides Arthur one more time I will kill you, driving be damned.”
He snorted. “Yeah, right. Anyway, Arthur, it’s a little town just up this road a ways called
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Complicated Shadow [7/?]
anonymous
February 4 2011, 06:28:47 UTC
When Alfred had said that they might ‘come on strong’, Arthur hadn’t thought that he’d have a very foreign and very unwanted arm slung around his shoulders the second he walked in, pulled more than led past a small blonde man with a kind and currently apologetic smile at the front desk, and pushed into a chair before he could even take a breath. After the fact, and after his kidnapper - a much taller officer with long and wildly spiked blonde hair - sat down in the chair across from him, leaning on his elbows on his widespread knees, Arthur was forced to blink a few times before he realised that the new person was speaking actual words.
“-the chief should be back any minute now, he went to get coffee at the diner down the street- ow! Oh, hey, Chief’s back!” He finally stopped talking when a new person appeared, slapping him on the back of the head with an impassive expression and a cardboard tray of coffee in his other hand. He shoved the tray in the other officer’s hands before turning to Arthur
( ... )
Complicated Shadow [7.5/?]
anonymous
February 4 2011, 06:30:11 UTC
“There are a few rules you need to follow while you’re in my custody,” Al began, blue eyes serious for once. “You seem pretty smart, but even smart people make stupid mistakes.” Arthur nodded, trapped in Alfred’s gaze. “The most important rule ever is that you can’t talk to anyone from your old life. At all. I only know what I know about the Vargas’s through case files and hearsay, since their reach doesn’t quite make it down here, but they’re sure to be looking for ya. Carriedo was a big part of their operation, I’ve been told, and he’s a very old friend of both of the new bosses. They may not sniff the old you out right away, but they’ll definitely find you, and then your friends. The fewer people up in New York who know where you are, the safer you’ll be.” He reached forward and gripped Arthur’s shoulders to hold his attention. “You got it?”
Arthur stared up at him with slightly wide eyes, nodding slightly. Then Alfred grinned widely, and-
-Brown grass and a black sky, swirling silver and a white smile-He shook his head to ban
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“911, what’s your emergency?”
“Murder,” Arthur breathed as loud as he dared. “Lowell Park, First Avenue and 28th Street. Please, please hurry, he’s got a sword-”
“Someone will be there shortly. Are you safe?Arthur held in the dictionary’s worth of sarcastic quips he had in answer to that question and leaned forward carefully, looking through the blessedly thick and well-trimmed evergreen leaves. The killer had put his sword into the sheath strapped onto his back and was trying to heave the much larger body onto his shoulders. It was late enough and the park was secluded enough that he didn’t ( ... )
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Francis stood with his fist in the air, mouth open to yell up a storm at him until he looked at Arthur. His expression quickly changed from fury to concern, and he ushered Arthur back inside, closing the door behind him, and sat him down on his couch. The entire time, Arthur stared and mumbled blearily at the floor, barely opening his eyes and yawning every fifteen seconds.
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After Francis calmed him down and promised not to tell anyone but his boss what happened, he left. Barely moments later, the officer stationed in the unmarked car in the parking lot knocked on his door. She told him that his paperwork had been sent to the OEO and he might as well start packing his toothbrush and a few sets of warmer clothes.
“Warmer cloths?” he asked curiously, hand idly turning the doorknob. “Why?”
The officer, a blonde woman with a long ponytail, grinned. “Because, Mr. Kirkland, you’re going down to Dixie.”
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{A/N: There isn't a lot of information about how WITSEC works beyond 'In Plain Sight', which I'm not really trusting since it's a TV show, so a lot of this will be educated guessing and shots in the dark. Don't worry, I'll get to the USUK soon.}
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You know, prior to reading this fill, I was just listening to a podcast from How Stuff Works on witness protection. haha, strange coincident.
http://www.howstuffworks.com/podcasts/stuff-you-should-know.rss
And if you don't want to listen to the podcast:
http://people.howstuffworks.com/witness-protection.htm
Anyway, hope this get updated soon.
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Well, I must say that this is the first time I saw Spain in a "villian" role.
The South is going to be so different from NY. Although I wonder what state he's actually going to wind up in? Texas or Virgina I guess would be the most obvious choice, but it would be interesting to see a not often mention state such as N. or S. Carolina or Tennessee or something. (Disclaimer: Anon was originally from S. Carolina...)
Oh Arthur, what are you getting yourself into? And if he's going into the Federal Witness Protection Services would that make Alfred a U.S Marshall?
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Ahahaha, I don't know if I should read that as bribing/threatening, or something else entirely... ;)
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“Would you stop that?!The latest US Deputy Marshal in a chain of US Deputy Marshals (and he’d forgotten the name of every one of them) grinned at him from the driver’s seat of the mid-sized Honda. “Aw, come on, Art, I’m just welcomin’ you properly,” he said with a grin, a slight Southern drawl colouring his words. “You’re gonna love it d0wn here, I promise.” He tapped along to the song on his steering wheel, and Arthur turned away with a ‘hmph’ and stared out the window at the trees and fields along the side of the interstate. “You’ve missed the hot weather, so you won’t roast in those stiff clothes a’yours.” Arthur snorted indignantly, but it was lost on the deputy, who had turned his attention back to the road ( ... )
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“You come here often, I guess,” Arthur said with an amused smile as they waited at the red light to get back on the main road. Al shrugged.
“It’s the closest fast food place to where I grew up, and where you’re gonna live.” He poked Arthur’s shoulder on the ‘you’re’, and he swatted the hand away.
“Whatever. You’ve got a green light.” Al jerked his attention back to the road and turned right, shoving a handful of fries into his mouth in the process. “So where are we going?”
Alfred swallowed heavily and smiled. “You’re gonna love it, Artie-”
“If you call me anything besides Arthur one more time I will kill you, driving be damned.”
He snorted. “Yeah, right. Anyway, Arthur, it’s a little town just up this road a ways called ( ... )
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“-the chief should be back any minute now, he went to get coffee at the diner down the street- ow! Oh, hey, Chief’s back!” He finally stopped talking when a new person appeared, slapping him on the back of the head with an impassive expression and a cardboard tray of coffee in his other hand. He shoved the tray in the other officer’s hands before turning to Arthur ( ... )
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Arthur stared up at him with slightly wide eyes, nodding slightly. Then Alfred grinned widely, and-
-Brown grass and a black sky, swirling silver and a white smile-He shook his head to ban ( ... )
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