In Some Deep Trouble (Open)

[Ben Braeden]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 500px; height: 751px; background: transparent url(http://i52.tinypic.com/nwkego.jpg)] TAGGED: Open WORD COUNT: 369 NOTES: He is innocent! Just a case of wrong place, wrong time… LYRICS: Father Of Mine by Everclear CREDIT: NICHOLE!! Father of mine Tell me where have you been How had a 12 year old boy end up being locked behind bars at a police station? Not even Ben knew how he ended up there clearly. He had just been bored out of his mind with Dean dropping him off like some little puppy that needed to be looked after while he went away again. So instead of bothering the two chicks he left him with, he had decided to take a stroll along the Las Vegas Strip to take in the sights and sounds of the City of Sin. He didn’t think he could get into very much trouble, but he was wrong. He just happened to come across an abandon property with a group of slightly older kids loitering around. He had originally decided to just continue on his way, but that was not the case as a siren or two was heard coming around the corner. Something was tossed his way, and without thinking he caught it. It turned out that the kids had just broken into a nearby business and stole some pretty expensive items. When the cops showed up, they tossed the loot away but he had absentmindedly caught it. So he was taken into the station for booking. The charges? Trespassing and robbery. Not that he did either, but that was what he was stuck with. He was a good kid, always doing as he was told, and when he decided to do something on his own he gets in the worst kind of trouble imaginable. His mom would have his hide if she even thought for once her son was a thief and a trespasser. Not to mention what Dean would do if he even found out. Ben got up from his seat and walked over to the bars. ”Hey! Can I make a phone call?! Please!” He shouted at the guard, knowing they had already called his mom and Dean. He was really hoping that Dean would be the first one to show, as he had a feeling that he could explain what happened to him and perhaps he could sort this whole mess out. He had done nothing wrong but be at the wrong place at the wrong time. You know I just close my eyes My whole world disappeared

[Norah Byron]

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It wouldn't be fair to say that the officers at the precinct had never seen anything like Norah and her entourage, because this was, after all, Vegas and pretty much any kind of insanity that the modern mind can think up happens in Vegas sooner or later. But it would be fair to say that the police were more than a little surprised when the singer showed up, signature rubyblack hair flying around her and dressed in dark blue sundress that was somehow both casual and elegant. The air of glamour she carried probably had less to do with how she was dressed and more by the yard of bare leg between the hem of the dress and the top of the designer pumps and the fact that she was being shadowed in by a bulky guy with prison tats whose whole attitude screamed 'bodyguard' and a thousand dollar an hour lawyer in a bespoke suit.

It took ten minutes and three questions from the lawyer to establish that Ben hadn't been brought in by a juvenile officer, hadn't had a child advocate present when he arrived at the station, and hadn't been fully booked. He spent about six minutes longer scaring the detectives with phrases like 'violation of the rights of a minor child' and 'the record label may bring suit' before everything miraculously cleared up and an officer retrieved Ben from the holding cell and brought him out to the waiting area where Norah and Miguel were still waiting.

"Well." Norah stood up the moment Ben was brought into the room. "That was just a ridiculously stupid thing to do." But before the words were even all the way out of her mouth she was stepping forward to hug him.

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Location: A police station in Vegas
Outfit: Another of her teeny weeny dresses that she seems so fond of.
Music: Mayhem - Lorica (via Imelda May)
Notes: Sometimes what violence can't fix, money and a scary lawyer can.

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[Ben Braeden]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 500px; height: 751px; background: transparent url(http://i52.tinypic.com/nwkego.jpg)] TAGGED: Open WORD COUNT: 302 NOTES: He so thinks he is in soooo much trouble... LYRICS: Father Of Mine by Everclear CREDIT: NICHOLE!! Father of mine Tell me where have you been An officer soon came and retrieved Ben from his cell, with a rough explanation of that he was free to go. It seemed that the officer wasn't too happy of letting the prime suspect go for a robbery of a business that the owner was dead set on pressing charges against someone. And it seemed that they were gunning him down for the crime, and he was only guilty for being at the wrong place at the wrong time. He wondered who had come to his rescue, and if it was someone who would believe him if he told his side of the story. He just hoped that it wasn't his mom or someone just as scary, like Dean. He really looked up to him, and wondered why the guy seems to want to drop him off at places and then take off. Did he not like him or was he a bad kid in his mind? He didn't know, and wondered if he should just go back with his mom... "Well. That was just a ridiculously stupid thing to do." The twelve year old looked up when the female voice seemed to chide and lightly scold him. When he saw the owner, it was one of the chicks that Dean had left him with. The other one, the nice but spacy blond, was nowhere in sight. He had briefly wondered what her thing or deal was, but was raised to know that asking that question was impolite. When the chick stepped forward and hugged him, he was under the impression that he was about to catch hell. ”I didn't do anything but take a walk...” He said defensively, and left his arms hang at his sides when she hugged him. He really didn't feel like he was not in trouble... You know I just close my eyes My whole world disappeared

[Norah Byron]

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"Yes," Norah said calmly, her hand resting lightly between Ben's shoulder blades as she steered him gently but inexorably out of the police station and across the parking lot to the waiting SUV. "You just took a walk. Without telling anybody that you were leaving. Without taking anyone with you. Through one of the worst parts of Las Vegas. Where you got yourself arrested for suspicion of burglary. Can you locate a point in that sequence where this walk of yours wasn't a ridiculously stupid decision?" She didn't sound angry. She also didn't sound mocking. Just calm, maybe a tiny bit amused but with no meanness to it.

Mickey got into the driver's seat, Norah slid into the back with Ben. "I understand the need to do a little exploring, get some time to yourself, maybe sulk a little because Dean dropped you off with strangers. But you can do all those things in the casino. Or if you want to go exploring, take somebody with you. My brothers are immature and irresponsible, they'll be a lot more fun than I am." She leaned forward and touched Mickey's shoulder, "Let's go somewhere to get something to eat?" The big man grunted and nodded, but Norah apparently took that as consent because she settle back and crossed her legs. "You're sure you're all right? I promised to return you to Dean in the same condition I received you, I'd hate to void the warranty."

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Location: On the surface streets of Vegas
Outfit: Another of her teeny weeny dresses that she seems so fond of.
Music: Mayhem - Lorica
Notes: She's motherly, but in some odd ways. Besides, she understands her brothers too well to gush.

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