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infomodder) wrote2016-04-14 08:35 pm
infomodder) wrote2016-04-14 08:35 pm
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IC contact [Mask or Menace]
"Gone fishing."
[ so don't leave messages to ruin the after fishing glow !!!
your one stop shop for not leaving him alone ]
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That's the thing. You shouldn't have to change my mind. If you're innocent, the facts will do any necessary defending for you. Of course, as you seem reluctant to relinquish those facts beyond mere blanket statements...
[Yuri shrugged his shoulders, and when Will leaned toward him, practically spitting with anger, smiled in response.]
In coming here, I had hoped you would cooperate with me. After all, I was under the impression that you cared about Jayden...but perhaps I was wrong?
[He turned then, drink in hand, and started for the door.]
I've said what I needed to. I'll be in touch. And since we appear to be dispensing advice...you might wish to visit that church yourself. With a temper like yours, Will...one would think you had demons that needed to be purged.
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Taking risks, even if that resulted in built up grime underneath his fingernails he'd never get out no matter how many times he washed his hands? One could say that's part of why he excelled, excelled and went down in a blazing ball of bloody murder. Hopefully that's not how this ends (no more ears in his stomach, please and thanks), but it was time to ignore rolling up his sleeves and shove his hands right in the shit, wasn't it. Time to make sure that walking out the door is the least appealing option, and what better way than with "hey I'm an accused murderer look at me out and loose does it make your judge pants burns":]
When the Porter picked me up, I was wearing an orange jumpsuit. One of those jumpsuits. I'd covered it as much as I could with what I could take off the orderlies transporting me. Do you know how difficult it is to zip up a jacket after you broke your own thumb and had to use it in a physical fight? [Purged? This entire shop needed to be burned, from owner to MASTER BAITER bumper stickers. What a nightmare.] First thing Freddie Lounds does when she gets here? Say I've gone away and been acquitted of murdering four young women. Suppose that sounds more monstrous than adding the middle-aged male neurosurgeon found nearly decapitated at the jaw.
[Did someone say temper? Maybe that sounds like a temper tantrum (and he's even told it in a way that spins it exactly like that, because Frederick Chilton being his caretaker was about as desirable as eating bars of used soap at a local gym), but the way he says it is incredibly calm. If Yuri can put that to the situation, well.
He's a little dangerous, damn right. A little dangerous and a little beyond well done with Freddie Lounds. He has had it to the gills with her, his voice says. Gills that can no longer separate what he needs to breathe, lets in sludge and slime in its place. But it's calmer than anything else, an accepted sort of rage that is on a constant simmer. Easier to talk about, one hand resting on the counter and the other taking that stupid hat off his head and tossing it to the side.]
You want me to cooperate? Don't come in here already having thrown me into a cage. That's what I go home to, if I ever go home. The last way you will find me anywhere near cooperative is by trapping me and trapping me with her.
[Isn't that sort of a general rule of life? Don't throw someone in a cage and poke them, they might get snappy? Might lash out? Might relinquish a lot of blankets and throw some shade in the process; why would Will lie about something as relatively minor as taking part in ~drugging~ a teenager if he's willing to share this?
(Because he's innocent of this, duh.)
((Sort of.))
(((Physically...?)))]
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Cage?
[He paused in the middle of the shop, turned, and faced the other man as that hat was thrown. Did you accomplish with that what you'd hoped to, Will?]
If I was throwing you into a cage, Will, I wouldn't be here in the first place. [He wouldn't have come to you first at all.] I would have let the authorities come in my stead, although I doubt your particular brand of defense would impress them any more than it has me. Speaking of which...am I to believe that a man capable of breaking his own thumb to get out of a bad situation wouldn't be capable of working with someone of Ms. Lounds' detestable reputation?
[He shook his head. This was too much.]
In any case, I've given you a choice. There is no need for me to lump you in with that woman if you tell me what I want to know and I can confirm you were where you say you were, when you said you were there. It's that simple.
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The design worked well enough, yes. He's pleased with it. He's pleased with Yuri's words, even, though that doesn't show. The question is legitimately one he expected, what draws his other hand down to the counter, fingers casual against it instead of tense. This is more workable. It's muddled and filthy, yes, but that's easy work to someone who alternates between the brutalized dead and the malfunctioning, grease-covered boat motors.
His bottom lip gets worried between his teeth a second. There is one road left untraveled he can pull out, can throw Jayden under the bus and slap Yuri in the face with what he must know every second of every day. But that's low, too low at the moment, and Will ends up knocking on the counter, disgruntled, thoughtful, puzzled. Trying to work something out.
He is not going near the mention of choice with a thousand foot pole. That is a can of worms and all of them are primed and ready to tear flesh and muscle and dent bone. No no, it's better to ignore that part.]
I was in House Six here, but. Did you think to have him urinate when he told you? To follow through with collecting scientific evidence, facts, that there was actually a drug involved?
[Or were you too angry?
Will got away without having to do a stool sample, go team not taking a single shit day. For how bizarre the question may sound, he asks it sincerely. If Yuri is going to come at him talking about how he could cage him and Will's going to dance around the Russians Drawn Into Questioning thing, what else is Will to do but start interpreting the evidence?
Or, more accurately, interpreting what evidence there actually is or is not.
"Would you think to have someone you care for give a urine sample?" Yuri could, of course, ask him. But as he's just stated: Will Graham is capable of breaking his own thumb to get out of a bad situation and comfortable working with someone who has a reputation as detestable as Freddie Lounds.
He might think about that, yes.]
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Dammit. Dammit!
Was this really going to get swept under the rug so easily?]
I will be honest and say that, at the time, it hadn't occurred to me to ask him to do something like that, though I hardly see how it would have helped. [He still should have at least thought about it, of course. It was truly rankling that he hadn't, that Will Graham had.] Too much time passed between the time of the incident and the time Jayden came to me and told me about it. More than a week, in fact. It isn't very likely any toxicology report would have found anything.
[Which is also annoying. Why had Jayden waited so long to come to him with the information? Was he deliberately trying to sabotage himself?]
House six...and of its residents, who can confirm that? Or will you have me ask them all?
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Will's not completely different.
He tilts his head, one eyebrow lifting as he digests the word honest. Yuri's been honest (or tried to be, at least) this entire time, and Will is continually shifting in place and trying to get him to wade through a different current. The current now being one of stark realization that he has failed, in some way, to protect someone he cares about and has to say it out loud is one that Will's very, very familiar with.
The "I fucked up and I can't say otherwise" current is one he wades into, dreaming and awake.
It's less of a look at your oops and haha I caught you than it could be, were it anyone else. While he is capable of playing the same games as the rest of the Baltimore crew on his own rabid frothing level, he also has that pesky empathy that proves difficult to turn off once it's kicked in.]
Anyone in that house could confirm it. We spent the night. [The elbow nearest Gunther nudges out, indicating the we involved. But Will is willing to throw a bone, riding on the prayer that Freddie used either just what he said or something essentially the same. A generic, less potent sort would be preferable. It was the third, today is the fifteenth. Twelve days. Would Yuri go straight to Jayden and take a hair? Cut his nails? It's possible that might still be there, if she dumped an entire box into whatever drink. But it's just as likely that nothing of note will turn up. He does sports, doesn't he? Surely he's taken a pill or two for pain related to practice?] I will be honest and say that, having worked with toxicology reports on my own, after a week, it would have likely passed from urine. However. [One set of fingers splay out—hear me out, this is helpful. I'm not bragging, I'm sharing. Let me share.] If you are sincere in your belief that he has, actually, been drugged, you still have options within this current time frame. [Haha. Current.] A strand of hair or some nail clippings would hold the evidence of drugs far longer than urine or an oral sample.
[And then he shrugs, just enough to show that he's not overly bothered by what comes out of his mouth next.]
Of course, any test of Jayden would turn up marijuana. If you want to go through with this and you are worried about that result coming back and making trouble for him, there are options for getting a toxicologist to ignore it and focus on anything else they might find. [And one of them is standing right in front of Yuri, isn't that darling.] So there is that.
[There is that indeed, coupled with the thin grim line that Will's lips tend to stay in, looking from Yuri to his tea down to the counter and "walking" his fingers over to that enormous book of mathematical suffering.
This sort of talk, drugs and results and tests, is commonplace to him. The accusations? He's not a fan in any way shape or form. But when it gets away from him and goes to a more general route, a route that involves him in the sense that involves his knowledge that plenty others have access to?
Well, damn, it does seem like just another day on his end.]
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And it would spell trouble, Yuri realized. Jayden was a teenager, and a reckless one at that. He might have taken care not to let on around Yuri that he took part in recreational drug use, but that didn't mean the judge was at all surprised to hear it was probably so.
For crying out loud...
It was beginning to feel rather like his back was against the wall now.]
I'll be sure to ask them.
[For a few moments, that was all Yuri said. Even as he took himself back to the counter, leaned his frame against it and stared down at the tea in his hands, he was quiet and contemplative.
He had options? Surely Will didn't mean himself. What kind of fool did he take Yuri for, exactly? The last thing the judge was prepared to do was bring sensitive sample matter to someone he suspected had had a hand in the need for such a thing to be analyzed in the first place. But who else did he know with the ability to provide the insights Will could?
No, more importantly, why was he even listening to suggestions from someone he had already decided couldn't be trusted? Particularly when those suggestions had legal consequences.]
Honestly... [There was that word again.] I'm not certain Jayden would forgive me if I took this that far without his knowing. [And it would inevitably get back to the teen, of that Yuri was certain.] There is also the question of legality. Without his consent, any holding of bodily fluids for the purpose of testing, or any testing itself, could be seen as a form of breaking the law.
[He set his cup down and pressed his fingers to the bridge of his nose. A headache was coming on...the sort that caring about others always tended to give birth to. What a nuisance.]
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So the idea of Yuri going to confirm his whereabouts? Was one that Will seemed perfectly accepting of, didn't have him on edge. Didn't need to. Relaxed, flipping through that book and pulling the pencil out from where it was, even. Perhaps he'd been offended, aggressive, but when he was being accused by someone who made it evident he already had come to a conclusion and Will was guilty, was that so difficult to understand? Now that the storm had passed, he was calm. Certain, almost.
Either innocent or someone who had this shit on lock. At least, for the moment.
He doesn't look up until that cup hits the counter, eyes focused on Yuri's hand as opposed to anything else. He hears him, yes, but he doesn't need to stare at his mouth to make that much obvious, and mouths are close to eyes and eye contact is something he does a good job of avoiding. Yuri's distracted him from his book, that's all he should need to know Will is tuned in. Very tuned in. To his hands.
He follows the movement of the one to Yuri's nose and he puts that together easily enough. Will knows headaches like he knows fishing, by this point. Headaches that stem from all sorts of them and how to fight to them.
There's a pause before moves just enough to pull open a drawer underneath the counter, shuffling the contents around. It sounds like the normal, pencils and pens and paper and...something that rattles? Rattles in a tiny bottle. Something like—
—a bottle of extra strength ibuprofen, put on the counter right by Yuri's cup of tea without Will saying a word. Not a single word or sigh or looking up like he has any shame or finds this funny, just puts it out there and goes back to his bookkeeping.
He's a helper.]
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The answer was probably yes. Yuri sighed.]
Ah...thank you. [Lowering his hand, the judge slid the bottle back toward Will.] But no thank you.
[Harmless as the ibuprofen might have been, the irony of taking any offered by Will at this particular time might have just killed Yuri on the spot. He wasn't about to make things that convenient for the other man.]
Do you have children, Will?
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It's nice that Yuri has manners, less nice when they're followed by that question. But Will's giving off a pretty good air of ready to get back to his bookkeeping, and the question comes right as he lifted up several pages, intent on looking through them for the one he needed.
He has a more tangible reason to be distracted this time around and he is taking full advantage of it. When Yuri asks, he scratches his neck with a pencil like a true heathen.]
No. [Said so casually it might as well have been a "nope" as Will separate two pages stuck together, wondering if he'll have to go the distance and his lick his thumb for full gross effect.] Have some numbers to run, though.
[Which is nicer than saying "get the hell out," at least.]
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[That explained a little.
Of course, Yuri had no children of his own, either. He'd told Jayden there were reasons for that when the teenager had asked, had said that his lifestyle hadn't been suitable for raising a family, but the truth was...he wasn't suitable. But that didn't mean he didn't know what it took to be a responsible parental figure. It didn't mean he didn't know what lines were appropriate to walk or cross.
That was, however, a discussion best left to another time. Will wanted to return to his books (or was using it as an excuse), and Yuri wanted to return to his apartment.]
I'll leave you to it, then.
[Without so much as another word, Yuri turned from the counter and, taking his tea with him, left the shop. All that was left now was to prepare for how he was going to confront Freddie Lounds.]