Crime and Passion [ a roleplay with Renny&Robin ]

[Robin]

Unstable, she's unstable. Not fit for duty. Sabrina could hear them whispering. Or thought she could, naturally there was no one there. There never was. She wasn't crazy, just still shaken up over Ross. At least, that was what the young blonde kept trying to tell herself. It had been a week since she had gotten back to Boston, to her family, to Bryan. And everything was totally normal. She had a suspected rapist to go talk to. Perhaps that baseline of normal, the one she had been raised in, had been bringing her closer to insanity from the very beginning, Sabrina wasn't sure. But it sure seemed like a possibility. As she walked the hall of the main branch of the Boston PD, the young woman attempted to calm herself. It's okay, you're fine. You're name is Sabrina Rose King. You're in Boston Massachusetts. It's eleven fifteen pm, and the feeling will pass. This became her constant mantra, thanks to her therapist. Repeating this a few times over, she reached the interrogation room and peered through the suspect on the other side of the two way glass. Taking a deep breath, and brushing back some lose golden locks from her face, Sabrina opened the heavy door and stepped through, her voice cool and calm, no emotion showing as she spoke " hello Mr. Bolton. I, am Detective King of the Boston Police Department. Do you know why you are here tonight?" She asked, looking directly and unflinchingly into Brenden's eyes. It was easier that looking into those of a serial killer.

[Robin]

I'm kind of already loving this XD

[Renny]

[ it's so interesting! especially starting out with two people who aren't love interests. ]

"Blonde. What a pity." Brenden thought. His eyes were cool, but sharp. He didn't say anything, nor did he move just yet. He wasn't sure. No one had said. He assumed it was because of his father, Reece Bolton. Oh, the poor, poor police department. They had no idea how much hell would be rained down on them as soon as his father got here. But for right now, Brenden gave a small, cold smirk to Sabrina. He wasn't an unattractive man, but he wasn't anything stunning. Square jaw, high cheek bones, and long dark lashes. To the right kind of girl, he might actually be beautiful. But in the lighting, he looked harsh and unforgiving. "You can call me Brenden. Mr. Bolton is my father." He said, his voice was a rolling purr. A hint of an accent, one passed down through the ages, but it gave his voice a rather warm quality. "And no, your people said nothing to me except I was being asked a few questions." He leaned back, looking relaxed and content. "Although, I assume it is quite the crime you are accusing me of. I assumed a break room rather than an interrogation room." Brenden said, lacing his fingers together over his stomach. Through his entire speech, he never looked away from Sabrina, but his eyes seemed to see right through her. They were so pale, they should have been shallow, and yet, they were so deep it seemed as if he saw into her soul. The raven shifters were always perceptive, at least that is what people thought.

[Robin]

OMG yes

And replying

[Robin]

Sabrina was totally aware that he was sizing her up, she had been used to this before everything but since then...it felt like they all knew. Every druggie or sicko that she talked too knew. They knew she was losing it, couldn't even keep track of herself. It was terrifying. Sabrina kept reminding herself to breathe, but didn't speak out loud again, just stood on the other side of the table from Brenden and watched him, just doing her job because everything was fine. Just like always. There was something animalistic about the young Bolton she couldn't shake. Avian, the pale gaze and features, the piercing eyes. As though they might stab you in the soul. For a very brief flash, Brenden faded around the edges, and what looked like feathers edged his outline. Sabrina blinked and she was gone. When they finished she'd have to take some more pills. She hated seeing this stuff. It was like Hobbes or someone in the shadows was playing with the edges of her reality, tugging and twisting and pulling to see how far they could go before her mind broke, and she snapped. Giving Brenden a polite, frozen smile Sabrina replied quietly, but there was an intensity, a power to her tone. She wasn't afraid of him, maybe it was because she was just a little bit mad herself. " I'll stick with Mr. Bolton, but thank you. Now tell me, Mr. Bolton, what is your familiarity with the name Marisa Shore?" She asked, sitting down to face him. But there was something held in her stormy eyes that said just because they sat in the same place, didn't make them equals. 

[Renny]

Brenden paused, thinking. He could hear the intensity in her voice. The name, honestly, didn't ring a bell. He looked away from her, a thoughtful expression his face. She insisted on calling him Mr. Bolton. He smiled a little about the thought. He was no Mr. Bolton. She'd see who Mr. Bolton was eventually. He looked back to her. She seemed to be aware of his assessment of her. He didn't like blondes. And he didn't like cops. Two strikes against her. He tilted his head to the side, and he looked so birdlike doing so. Perhaps, because he was. “Hmm, no. Doesn’t ring a bell.” He replied, glancing back to Sabrina. “And is there some reason I should know her?” He asked, filing her name back in his mind. He didn’t look away from her, brows coming together slightly in the perfect look of confusion and slight interest.

[Robin]

Sabrina watched his expression carefully, looking for any minutia of change. Naturally there was nothing. He made it look so damn easy to look like nothing at all. Sabrina would've envied that if he wasn't a suspected rapist slash murderer. He smiled at her continuance of calling him mr. Bolton, it appeared he thought she was in for something he would consider funny. " I'm sorry, let me try a different name you might've known her by." Sabrina replied smoothly " Cherry, from the Velvet Lounge. I believe your cousin owns the place." She explained, looking him unwaveringly in the eyes. It was so much easier to try and figure out what these criminals were thinking than to understand the leaps she was making within her own head. " This is Marisa Shore." She added, sliding a picture across the desk, a young women dancing at a club dressed in well....not, much of what you could actually call clothing.  She was a gorgeous looking brunette, sultry but there was something delicate about her."What is your familiarity now, Mr. Bolton?" Sabrina requested cooly, raising a thin blonde eyebrow at the man across the table.

[Renny]

Brenden listened, interested in whoever this woman was. He paused, thinking. Velvet Lounge. Cherry. He leaned forward, the front legs of his metal chair clicking as he unfolded from his reclined state. His fingers curled around his silver and black raven necklace, brushing against the wings. It was a habit he'd never shaken. Every Bolton child wore it. Hmm. Rickey did own the Velvet Lounge. Not that he frequented the place often. He raised his brows at the picture. "I might have seen her, but a lot of women look like this one." He tapped the picture. "Honestly, I can't say if I know her, or not." He shrugged. He was growing impatient. The lines weren't adding up, and his involvement was making him impatient. "Now, Detective King, I still don't understand why I'm here. Please enlighten me." He looked bored. He didn't care about sluts and whores, just the money they brought in. The Bolton crime family basically ran prostitution in Boston, and Rickey owned one of the smaller places. It wasn't some place Brenden frequented. If he wanted a whore, he'd get a high class one. But like hell he would tell Detective King that.

[Robin]

Sabrina let him sit with it for a moment. Typically if there was even a shadow of guilt it played across someone's face when they first out together who it was she was talking about. There was no such shadow on Brenden Bolton's face. He didn't do it. Or he was some form a psychopath. That was one of the many terms Sabrina had come into contact with since it had all happened. Whatever brand of crazy she wanted to act like she didn't have, Sabrina could at least take comfort in knowing it wasn't that. If it wasn't insane alone to take comfort in not being psychotic. There was a movement on Brenden's part, but nothing suspicious. Nothing reliably suspicious at least. " That's a bit unfortunate Mr. Bolton." Sabrina mused, looking at him, a mixture of interest and curiosity now playing on her features, because that was what she wanted him to see. If it had been how she was feeling it was likely a mixture of panic and anger would be front and center now. That had been her constant hidden state as of late. " I will. This is Marisa Shore." Sabrina began, putting a finger on the picture laid out before him. " and this is her body, discovered this morning." She finished, producing another photo. The girl was suspended on scaffolding in an alleyway, her back had been cut open and the bones were spread apart like wings. The rest of the naked body had been tarred and feather with black plumage. Not unlike that of a raven. "Does that begin to provide some from of explanation, Mr. Bolton?' She asked, no pitch change in her tone. Completely solid and removed. 

Should we introduce Landon and the father?

[Renny]

The cold look on Brenden's face vanished. His eyes flicked down the picture, and he paled, more so than he already was. His fingers released the necklace of the metal bird around his neck. His mouth dropped open a moment, and he swallowed. Everyone knew that Bolton Steel company was represented by a black raven with silver outlining. It was both ironic, due to the football team rivalry, and true of both of the Family. The Bolton's were Raven shifters, but no one knew that except the other shifters in the community. "Oh." Was all he said, unable to take his eyes away. His first thought was Ayres. But perhaps it was a mortal. A cruel mortal. "And why would I have anything to do with this." He looked up at Detective King. His expression was a mix of shock and horror, eyes wide and brilliant.

And then the door was thrown open with such force that the table in the center rattled. "Detective, I'm so sorry, he wouldn't stop," a police officer tried to explain before he shrank away from the power of Reece Bolton. Reece was intimidating. His stature was tall and broad, yet still maintaining a slender and agile look. The room looked small with him in it. His hair was dark and clipped short, lightened by age around his temples. Frown lines set at his mouth and his intense eyes were directed right at Sabrina. "What is the meaning of this." His voice was full of anger. He wore a sleek black suit with a silver tie, but it was mostly covered by the long jacket made of deep black leather, the top decorated with beautiful, dark gray speckled fur. He stepped to stand next to his son. "And why is he here? And why has he not been offered a lawyer if you are accusing him of something?" He placed his hands on the table, leaning into the Detective's face, his eyes flaring and dominating power rolled off of him that even his son shrank back. "And if he isn't being accused of anything, then we will leave." Reece glanced down at the table, at the photos, but did not even flinch as he looked back up at Sabrina. He'd seen worse, sadly.

But another figure slipped into the room to stand next to Brenden. Landon Cross. Son of the Mad Dog, who was very good friends with Reece Bolton, and hence the best friend of the raven shifter, Brenden. However, Landon was not a raven shifter, but rather, a wolf. He had that kind of air to him. Messy chocolate hair, luminous blue eyes, and an overall handsome look to him. Brenden glanced at his friend, swallowing and Landon gave him a small nod. Landon had only seen Reece Bolton this mad once. And Landon never wanted to see it again.

[Robin]

Sabrina had to admit, some tiny part of her deep inside was happy to see the small bit of horror now crossing Brenden's face. As much as this work had changed her, Sabrina still got immense satisfaction bringing these people face to face with their actions. Forcing them to see the terrible things they had created. To make them feel uncomfortable or perhaps remorseful. If they could feel at all which wasn't always the case. Brenden couldn't keep his eyes off of it, the same sick fascination one might have watching a train crash. " I'm not completely sure. But we're here to find out Mr. Bolton." Sabrina replied, pulling the pictures away from him, onto her side of the table. For the very first time he looked shaken. That meant she was finally, maybe, getting somewhere. Sabrina was about to say more, ask more when all of a sudden into the room burst a jarring bit of light, movement, and noise.

Sabrina frowned hearing the officer and looked up just in time to see the older Mr. Bolton consuming the room with his size. Sabrina couldn't pretend this didn't shake her. But she refused to let it scare her, or show it did. He was quite the sight. The crime family boss. Sabrina knew exactly who he was and was admittedly surprised he hadn't shown up earlier. His booming voice came straight at her, strangling her. Pure anger, now that she could deal with. " Sir. This is a closed questioning. But as a courtesy, one you've failed to show me, I'll try my best to explain." Sabrina returned smoothly. A fire playing in her stormy eyes, it was almost a touched amused. She wasn't afraid yet. Sabrina was definitely crazy. " Your son is here to be interviewed regarding a recent investigation. He had been speaking of his own free will, we are talking. He has not request counsel and it is not obliged that I provide him an attorney. He can be held for 48 hours, by the Boston Police Department. That is all I can tell you, as a courtesy." She spoke cooly, looking Reece right in the eyes, waiting for the next stream of anger to pummel her.  

Out of the corner of her eye, Sabrina noticed one last figure slink in, she turned to see a young man beside Reece. He didn't look like a Bolton, didn't carrying himself the same way. But there was still a power, a dignity that for a moment Sabrina found herself inexplicably fascinated by. He looked unnerved by Mr. Bolton's actions, which was interesting as he'd presumably accompanied the man here. " excuse me" Sabrina spoke up,directing her words at Landon. Her tone was a bit softer, but still commanding " sir, you cannot be in here. Technically neither can Mr.  Bolton, but courtesy and all....please if you could wait outside." She instructed, nodding to the other side of the two way glass. She had no clue what was to come from this point on, with this particular young man.

an ayers should be framing him.

[Robin]

If I poof I fell asleep but I'll try to reply at least once more

[Renny]

Reece curled up his lip with a deadly smirk. He straightened, looked to his son, and the same mirror-blue eyes met his father's. Brenden looked back to Sabrina, having recovered from the photos. Such a silly mortal. "Actually," Brenden said. "Father, it is quite alright." He said, glancing to Landon. His friend looked a little surprised. "I haven't done anything, why do I need a lawyer." Brenden said, and Landon blinked, and shrugged. Landon Cross had been in law school for a year, or so, not that he was much help, nor was he an actual lawyer, but he could've been put to use. But he figured Brenden would say nothing now. Reece Bolton could then hire better lawyers, and Brenden had recovered from the shock.

Landon looked at Reece, meeting the man's beautiful blue eyes. Anger still raged in them, and he turned stiffly back to the girl. Landon noticed her soft tone, and how she seemed to be polite with him. He gave her a polite smile in return. She was pretty. Soft curly blonde hair, eyes like a storm, and she didn't flinch away from Reece. However, she hadn't seen the crime boss once flay a man who had betrayed him, so, Landon didn't hold it against her. Reece looked at Sabrina, his lips curling into a cruel smile. "He won't be held a moment more, and if he is," He smiled and chuckled, not even finishing the threat. He straightened, his eyes lingering on her face. "Come on Landon, let's let the little lady do her frivolous chat." His voice was mocking, yet his eyes still glowed with an anger and hatred. He glanced to Brenden.

The other raven shifter glanced at his friend. Landon was still staring at the Detective. She had handled herself well. So many law enforcement officers literally melted in the presents of Reece Bolton. He was so intimidating, so fierce. His rage flew off the handle, and he expelled power. Landon's own father didn't exude as much blatant power as Reece, however he still did hold a dignity and pride. Landon wasn't as intimidating, but he had more of his father's disposition, despite his father being nicknamed the 'Mad Dog.' The Cross family led the rings of weaponry, illegal sale and purchase of them. Yet, his father had carefully crafted the perfect cover-up. A law firm, ironically. So, Landon was well versed in law, and he'd almost become one, when he decided to go into the family business. He and Brenden had been friends for years, and Reece like a second-father to him. He glanced at Brenden and Mr. Bolton. "Have fun." He quipped, glancing back at the Detective as he followed Reece out of the room, but his blue eyes never left the Detective, and he even lingered to stare at her before closing the door behind him.

[ okie dokie. ]

[Robin]

I'm not sure now, should I say that her boss pushes her to arrest him because they find new evidence right then? She does and then Landon comes back to sekar with her and they do the deal stuff? Idk

Also what time tomorrow are you getting on because I'm about to pass out and idk if I'll finish a reply

[Renny]

hmm. Yes. I like that.
and Sabrina tells Landon that they have enough to get Brenden in prison
despite Bolton lawyers
so Landon kills two birds with one stone, and gets her to help take down the Ayres family
and get Brenden's name cleared.

Idk, probably late, but I'll be on at some point.
my brother and his girlfriend are coming on so I'll be poofy tomorrow.