poly_chromatic | 183rd Revolution: On the run.

[It had been a few weeks since being brought in for questioning and several days since what he had hoped would be the last act of stylized brutality he'd ever have to hear of for a while. Though, he had a heavy feeling in his gut that things weren't even close to coming to a head. Which was exactly why he had spent the majority of the day seeding items he could use all over the City.

Huey remained so wrapped up in his thoughts that he didn't pay much attention to the people he was walking past until he felt a heavy hand clamp down hard on his left shoulder. Instinctively he swatted the hand away and whirled around ready to punch whomever touched him only to stop as he noticed that it was two policemen, a shaggy-haired brunette and a heavy set red-head, in front of him.]

What do you want...[He asked warily as he saw the brunette pulling out a set of handcuffs.]

Are you Huey Freeman?

Yeah.

Huey Freeman, you're under arrest for the murders of Itsuki Minami, Akito Wanijima, Minerva McGonagall, Charlie McGee, Jimmie and the mutilation and attempted murder of Setsuna Mudou.

Bullshit! I didn't do anything!

[By this time a small crowd had started to form, some whispering to their neighbors while others resorted to recording everything that was transpiring for the whole network to view.]

Quiet scumbag, you were identified by Mr. Mudou! On the ground with your hands behind your head before we make you do it.

The hard way you fu-[The red-head doesn't get much out as the boy leaps forward and connects with a flying knee to the face.]

You little bastard!

[The officer doesn't fare any better than his partner due to being brought down two low kicks to his knee and right straight to the face. The gathered crowd scatters as Huey tears down the street and towards the closet stash he could get to before the rest of the police force and others could get a concrete bead on him.]

[ooc: Huey is now on the lam from the cops/angry air-trekkers/angels/wizards/druggies/vampiric boyfriends after being fingered for the perpetrator for the rash of murders. Action for anyone who wants to run into him as he's running away. For the cops, feel free to go to his apartment and confiscate everything in his armory/workshop.]

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[Raikov just happened to be shopping for groceries and going for a snack when he spots Huey rushing by, probably almost bumping into the Russian. This causes Raikov to drop his one bag and he barks at the poor boy]

Hey! Watch where you-... Oh. It's you.

[Huey turns to see who yelled at him, thinking it was a cop but becoming somewhat relaxed when he sees that it's Raikov. He doesn't say anything but the look of desperation in his eyes clearly tells that something huge is troubling the teenager.]

[It takes him a bit to notice but Raikov eventually does]

... Is something wrong?

[He's known you for quite some time so he won't hesitate to tell you the partial truth of the matter.]

...I'm in a rather large spot of trouble.

[He's Russian, after all. They're good at hiding information.]

Do tell.

Jail is probably the least of my worries at the moment.

What the hell did you do?

I did nothing! [Don't mind the snarl Raikov, it's mostly directed at the idiots that labeled as a major suspect.]

Then why are you in trouble?

...they think I'm a murderer...

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[Raikov stares a moment before laughing]

I know you're fully capable of probably doing so but... really? They're pinning you to those recent murders?

A lot of the evidence is pointing towards me.

Being framed, huh? I'd offer you a place to hide but... Yevgeny might not like that.

183rd Revolution: On the run.

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