oscar rowan o'callaghan
" i owe my brother everything, and i know i'm a terrible person, but i refuse to admit i have a problem. " [/size]
your life is your life gotta live like it's your life.
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Post by oscar rowan o'callaghan on Feb 9, 2012 13:35:30 GMT -5
No night was a normal night for Oz, not anymore. Strange things happened, odd things he couldn't explain and just allowed to pass him by. As a dealer, you ran into the most eclectic of people, interesting people and equally boring people. Sometimes things happened and you struggled to explain them. Now would be one of those times, Oz imagined, and he was silently glad he hadn't got any gear on him right now. He didn't have a big brother next to him to hide anything. Apparently, whatever they were interested in was nothing to do with his profession as a provider of illicit substances. Or perhaps it was, Oz wasn't really grasping why he was being hauled into the police station. One minute he'd been outside the club, the next minute the police had pulled up and taken him in for questioning.
"Look, I don't even know who this Kris fella is, alright? I have no idea, ya're barkin' up the wrong tree, mate," Oz muttered. He hated police and authority at the best of times, but being shoved along, handcuffed, into one of the interrogation rooms wasn't helping his rather narrow view of them. He didn't even have a lawyer to call upon, he had to rely on the state lawyer. He was already sitting inside the room, and Oz was shaking his head.
Oz eyed the man briefly, and sat down in the chair with minimal fuss. Worried he was going to be caught out for something he'd done - whether he'd actually committed said crime or not - he gave everyone in the room a rather confused look. Was this how Blaine had felt when he'd been arrested? Only the difference was Blaine had been caught with a lot of drugs on him, and he'd known he was going down. Oz, on the other hand, remained oblivious to whatever he was being taken in for questioning for. He'd be lying if he said a little part of him wasn't worried right now; no hardboy attitude would be good enough to gloss over the fact going to prison was the last thing he wanted to be doing upon his return to Lipton.
The policeman sat down and laid out a photo infront of Oz, and he almost laughed at the sheer ridiculousness of the situation. It wasn't like on the TV shows he'd watched, but it didn't feel too far away from it either. The only difference was that it was real, utterly real. He narrowed his eyes at the picture and then looked up at the police officer. Everything seemed to have happened in a whirlwind. Questions were being asked, and Oz barely had time to register what was being said.
"I don't even know this fella, who the fuck is he?" Oz asked. The pressure of the situation was getting to him, and although he'd never exactly been courteous to the police, he hadn't sworn at them yet. They remained calm, told him to not to swear and then, slowly, things began to fall into place as they explained the man was Sophia Allen's ex-boyfriend. Deceased ex-boyfriend. Oz looked down at the picture, and then up at the police officers again.
"I ain't got nothin' to do with it, I've never met the guy. I've only ever met Sophia twice, there's nothin' going on," Oz explained, attempting to remain calm. Was Sophia here too? Were they cross interrogating her to find out how well she knew Oz? He hadn't lied though - he'd only met Sophia twice, and he'd never met her boyfriend. Was that why she'd been homeless the last time Oz had met her? Oz looked back up at the police officers. He silently vowed to find whoever had ratted him out - probably one of the guys who he'd fought off Sophia outside the club - and have a small chat. "Look, can I go?" Oz asked.
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sophia riley allen
" killing him was the only way I could set myself free. " [/center][/i]
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Post by sophia riley allen on Feb 9, 2012 18:10:42 GMT -5
Sophia pinched the bridge of her nose in annoyance "I have told what had happened several times. Why am I here?" she sat in a interrogation room, feeling awfully claustrophobic under the officers gaze. They had brought her here to ask more questions concerning Kris's death, and despite her exhausted, annoyed exterior she felt panic make her heart race. Were they on to her? Was that why they were asking the same questions for the umpteenth time? she had so many questions racing through her head, but she didn't dare speak any of them out loud in fear she'd appear suspicious. Instead she answered the questions bluntly, using the same answers she had given before. Sophia respected law enforcement and knew they were just doing their jobs, but she always felt skittish around them, and definitely wasn't going to be buddy buddy with any one of them anytime soon.
The police officer asked if she knew Oscar O'Callaghan, and she frowned. "Yes, ive met him twice, and even then I don't know him well" she wanted to add a testy why, but bit her tongue. Instead she wondered how on Earth they managed to bring Oz into this, and cursed to herself. Sophia tried to not mention her ex's death, found it a rather uncomfortable subject, and even though she didn't know Oz to well she couldn't help but wish he hadn't been brought into this. She rubbed her temples to ease an headache and answered more questions.
Finally, after a few tension filled moments that seems like hours, she was told she could leave. Sophia resisted the urge to sigh in relief, and turned down one of the police officers offer to drive her home. She would so much rather walk, and turned to enter a corridor. Sophia felt like an intruder in the station, and didn't think she'd breath until she was off the lot. She was jingling the house keys in her jacket pocket and looked up to see Oz, on the other side of the corridor. She was half hoping to avoid talking about this indecent, but walking away now would be cowardly and Sophia really just wanted to get things out of the way. She took a few steps towards him "Come here often?" she asked, her tone tired and bland.
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oscar rowan o'callaghan
" i owe my brother everything, and i know i'm a terrible person, but i refuse to admit i have a problem. " [/size]
your life is your life gotta live like it's your life.
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Post by oscar rowan o'callaghan on Feb 9, 2012 18:54:33 GMT -5
Oz couldn't deny his heart was beating hard; it wouldn't take much effort to pull up the files from his brother and find that Blaine had been in prison. If they searched for his father, they'd find he too had been in a prison in Ireland. It was a pattern, and they'd only suspect Oz to continue that pattern. If they didn't convict him of something to do with this Kris fella, they'd probably try and pull him in for something else. Looking across the table at the officers, and then back down at the photo on the table, Oz began to question whether he'd been involved or not. He might have even sold drugs to Kris and never even remembered it. He was sure he'd never seen the guy before though, and the death hadn't been drug related.
He was relieved when he was told he could go, and he looked at the lawyer who'd been sitting in and rose an eyebrow. Wordlessly he left the room; none of the officers offered him a ride home like they'd done for Sophia. Oz didn't really blame them, though, and he would have turned it down regardless. He pushed the door open and stepped into the corridor, hearing the hustle and bustle of the station. A door not far away opened not long after he'd stepped out, and he turned to leave. However, he looked around quickly, surprised to see who it was.
Oz hadn't been feeling much of himself recently, returning to Lipton may have been a bit of a mistake, he noted. There was nothing left here for him; no child to look after. He had his brother, but found he was nothing but a burden. He'd been a lot happier out travelling the country, where he didn't feel like he was stepping on his big brother's feet and could live with relative ease - making a tidy profit selling what he got hold of when he could. Oz had never found himself desperate, although there had been times when he could have done with some extra cash.
He smiled weakly when Sophia asked him if he came here often; there was irony in her words, though she didn't know it. "No, first time. Here anyway," Oz said. "Much better decor than the last place," he added. "Y'know, I could really do with ya explainin' what the fuck's going on. They pulled me in and asked about your boyfriend, like they were tryin' ta accuse me," Oz said. He could really go for a cigarette right now - and several pints. Today had been a strange day, and now he was on the police's radar, he had to work extra hard to avoid any kind of contact that could get him brought in again. For someone with a profession that was dealing illicit substances, that was pretty hard when you might be being watched. Perhaps getting out of Lipton again would be a good idea.
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sophia riley allen
" killing him was the only way I could set myself free. " [/center][/i]
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Post by sophia riley allen on Feb 12, 2012 12:27:36 GMT -5
Sophia couldn't get to comfortable with the thought that she would never be found out, even if so far the police station found no reason to accuse of her of the death of her ex. And why would they think she'd do such a thing? No one knew of the abuse (not counting her brothers), and a lot of residents knew her to be kind, and never thought much of the rebelliousness she withheld before she started dating Kris. She almost forgot about that part of her life, when she had actually allowed herself to party and drink and have fun. She found herself missing it, and had left all that behind when she went out with Kris. Now that she was finally leaving, her heart started to go back to its normal rhythm, though she half expected someone to pull her back into the interrogation rooms for more probing questions. She wasn't always so paranoid, but being right in the heart of the place that was all about locking up people who have done thing like her- and more- unnerved her. Despite this need to get the hell out of there, however, another part of her wanted to turn around and admit to what she had done. She had thought of her options so often, though she usually stayed quite. She was scared; there as really no other way to put it. She felt somewhat more comfortable standing with Oz, she figured it had something to do with the fact he was the only one in the lot not wearing a badge and a carrying a gun. That she knew of, anyways. It was the same eerily safe feeling she had the first few times she had come here and had Brandon or her father awaiting her. It was silly, but she went along with it, since it was the only thing calming her nerves. She gave a small smile at the decor statement. Sophia rubbed the back of her neck- a nervous habit- and started "Im sorry about whatever happened back there" she made a dismissive hand gesture to the interrogation rooms, then added "I honestly have no idea why they would call you in. My, um, ex passed away almost..shit, half a year ago. It was an accident, so I have no idea why'd they'd still be asking about it." she avoided eye contact when she started talking about Kris, and resented the lie that was keeping her away from a cell.
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