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| Corporal Work of Mercy #6: Visit the Imprisoned; [tag: Wind Dancer] | |
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| Topic Started: Jan 15 2009, 08:50 AM (308 Views) | |
| Bernard Krakowski | Jan 15 2009, 08:50 AM Post #1 |
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Time of day: 9:30 PM Place in the time-line The day after Sofia's rampage. This was exciting for Bernard. It was the first real act of X-men duty that Bernard had done. He had trained a bit with Scott and Emma, and he had made sure the students stayed in their bedrooms in the incursion event that happened a few days ago. But he didn't participate in the fight. He didn't rescue Jet and Warren. So again, it was very exciting when Scott called Bernard into his office and got him onto the next flight from JFK to Denver. (Bernard would have floated himself over, save the school some money but prevailing winds prevented that.) News reports had trickled back to the mansion about the little girl who started a windstorm in the middle of a grocery store. According to Cerebro, the girl was the daughter of the owner of that store. The case was odd, and Bernie didn't know much, but he knew that Sofia Mantega would be better off in a school than a county jail. Of course, Bernard knew better than just to go into Denver County Jail and demand that they turn over the girl to a man who's never met her. He had to find this Walter Barret fellow, and convince him that the school was the best thing for his daughter. For those who've never seen it, an angry priest can be the most frightening and compelling force on the planet. He showed up at Denver County Jail with a notarized paper, (Sean Cassidy knew someone in the Denver City Hall, an old law school buddy) that showed Barret was dropping the charges, and he was allowing her to go to the school. He was being compensated for damages by the insurance companies, along with a little extra from some of the Xavier institute's patrons, like Worthington Industries, the Frost Corporation and the Vistagraph family. A pittance for them, but a big enough sum to keep a nouveau riche man like Barret happy. After explaining the situation to the deputy at the desk, he was led back to Mantega's cell. He looked slightly out of place in his fine suit and a tie. He was sporting a vest underneath that he was told by Ms. Pryde complimented his eyes. "Hola, Sofia," He softly, "You've been having a day, haven't you?" |
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| Wind Dancer | Jan 17 2009, 09:11 PM Post #2 |
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This was officially the worse possible way for anyone to spend their seventeenth birthday, or any birthday for that matter, but she figured she probably deserved it. Less than a day earlier Sofia Mantega had let loose a hurricane, using her mutant abilities, in one of the stores in her father's chain of supermarkets. Her...rampage had been caused by a number of different factors, most of which involved her father and his lack of seeming to care about her or have any time for her. It had started with him not spending any time with her over the Christmas holidays, and then two days later it had been her birthday and he had completely forgotten. This two factors mixed with the fact that no one at her high school seemed to want anything to do with her either had finally caused her to snap. So she was now stuck in the Denver County Jail. Her father had come to see her earlier, but when she had told him why she had done what she did he had been upset. She apologized and explained that she hadn't hurt anyone, but he refused to bail her out right away. As much as she felt that she deserved to be in the place that she was, it didn't mean Sofia particularly liked where she was and wished that she hadn't done what she did. She was tired, cranky and felt like she needed a good long shower, as well as a change of clothes. She was still wearing the clothes she had on before her rampage, a pair of charcoal, “skinny” jeans, a yellow tank top and a black-and-white, star covered hoodie. Her long, wavy, dark hair had somehow fallen out of it's pony tail and now hung loosely around her shoulders. She had tried to get some sleep earlier, but only managed to get a painful cramp in her back. After a long time of pacing to try and keep her mind of her present situation, Sofia heard the sound of footsteps coming towards her cell. She looked up, hoping that it was her father and he had decided to bail her out after all, but instead her dark, hazel gaze found an older, rather dignified looking man in a suit coming towards her. She didn't recognize the man, but still had hope that she might get out of here after all. She stopped pacing and wandered over closer to the cell bars when he stopped in front of it and spoke to her. “You're telling me,” she managed to agree, she was glad to see what seemed to be a friendly face but she still hesitated, “And who might you be...?” She asked, her voice guarded and still a little hesitant, she spoke with an accent that was similar to Spanish, but not quite the same, her's was Venezuelan. She hoped she didn't sound angry or anything, if she did it was only because she was tired and had a very...trying day, for lack of a better word. |
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| Bernard Krakowski | Jan 18 2009, 03:01 AM Post #3 |
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Part of the problem with jails was that there were never any seats for conversation. Maybe it was from the years of hearing confessions, but Bernard was used to sitting when having an important conversation. Sofia's little cot didn't seem that comfortable to sit for her, and there weren't any seats outside the cell that he could use. Now, he had to awkwardly stand there, resting against his cane. He was really beginning to think that the doctor had screwed up his knee worse than what it was before the surgery. "My name is Bernard Krakowski," It took a fair bit of willpower not to say Father Bernard Krakowski, but he was finally at the point where he was as likely to say it as not. "I'm here, representing the Xavier's School for Gifted Children. We're...uniquely equipped to help people like you." Bernard actually wasn't sure if they had any other students in situations like Sofia's. As far as he knew of, no one at the school had any criminal backgrounds, with the exception of that Salinas boy, and possibly Messrs. Logan and Starsmore. But, Mr. Grey-Summers told Bernard to come here, and he was not in a position to question Mr. Grey-Summers' judgement. "We're a school for--" Bernard paused and glanced around to make sure no one else was listening, "--mutants, Miss Mantega. Our executive directors have decided you'd be much better off in a community where you can learn about your ability than being stuck in a jail. We've already discussed things with your father. He's willing to drop the charges." Bernard tried smiling at her, but dealing with her father was not a pleasant affair. Walter Barret was not a pleasant man, that much, Bernard was sure of. He felt sorry for the girl for having to share her genes with him. |
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| Wind Dancer | Jan 19 2009, 12:34 AM Post #4 |
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It seemed to her that at least part of the point of jails was to make people uncomfortable in more than one way, but that also probably had something to do with the rehabilitation process. Sofia already knew from experience that the cot that rested at one of the corners of her cell was uncomfortable. She had tried to sleep on it earlier, but was quite unsuccessful, both because of it's lack of comfort, and because she didn't really like the idea of sleeping in a jail for some reason. So, right at the moment she was more than content to stand for this conversation. The man before her seemed like he was sincere, so she figured she would listen to what he had to say, and besides if she had any chance to get out of here she was going to take it. Apparently he was here representing a school of some sort, actually she had a feeling that she might have heard something about the school he was talking about on the news before. She didn't know for sure what sort of gifts he meant when he said “Gifted Children”, but she thought she might have an idea, though she thought it might be a good idea to ask what exactly he meant. “People like me..?” She asked, she was about to add if he meant mutants or people that had been sent to jail, but was a little hesitant considering where she stood. It turned out that she didn't have to ask what sort of people the school was for, because the man who had introduced himself as Bernard Krakowski soon told her. Sofia's dark eyes blinked a moment when he told her that her father had actually been willing to drop charges, “My father was actually willing to drop charges?” She asked, her voice sounding a little surprised. Her seemed to take note of the fact that he had some trouble smiling when mentioning her father, that was something she wasn't that surprised about, her father really wasn't a pleasant or a particularly easy man to deal with. Sofia took a few moments to consider his words and finally said, “I guess if it means I can get out of here and if my father is going to drop charges...” she paused a moment, wondering if it was a good idea to agree to go with him so easily and quickly, “...I could go check out this school you're talking about.” She hoped she wasn't being too trusting, but honestly she would rather be just about anywhere but here. |
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| Bernard Krakowski | Jan 19 2009, 09:40 PM Post #5 |
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This was the first time that Bernard had ever made first contact with a prospective student, and he wasn't sure exactly what to expect. A little girl that was in jail, he had half-expected to be sullen, surly little brat. He had worked as chaplain in a state prison, and he knew enough criminals to be wary. The fact that Sofia hadn't flipped him off yet was a good sign. He could only offer a small nod of the head when she asked about her father. It was not polite to denigrate a person's father in front of them, even if the father was a enormous prick who needed a good smack to keep his ego from suffocating everyone else in the room. For chrissakes, Bernard didn't know a person could be that annoying in that short of a period of time. God have mercy on Walter Barret. "It'll only be a small wait. Our lawyer is talking to the Denver District Attorney's office, along with your father's lawyer. There's just some paperwork that will need to be faxed, but don't worry, they've been talking a while now. It shouldn't take too long," Bernard glanced at his watch. "The school is situated in New York, about an hour and half north of Manhattan, so I'm hoping that you don't have a problem traveling by plane," Bernard explained. It was late for Bernard, but probably not the young girl. "Now, we can either try to catch the red-eye flight back to JFK, or get a hotel room and fly out in the morning. Oh, you're probably wanting a decent meal..." Bernard drifted off, as the deputy came along, with a pair of over-sized keys. He unceremoniously unlocked her cage, and waited for her to get out. |
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| Wind Dancer | Jan 21 2009, 10:14 PM Post #6 |
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Sofia's father may have been a rich man, but that didn't mean that she was a bratty little rich girl and besides it wasn't like she had been living with her father for very long, probably only about a year if even that. This was honestly the first time that she had ever done anything that had ultimately led to her arrest and being taken to jail. She felt really bad about what she had done the moment she had seen the destruction she caused to her father's store. She was a bit too nice to flip off someone she had just met, especially when she had no reason to. She was just glad that she had the chance to get out of here earlier than expected, and probably wasn't about to be shipped back to Venezuela, where she didn't have much left. She nodded in response to his comment about there being a small wait, “I'm really just glad that I'll be able to get out of here soon...” She admitted, her voice somewhat soft. “I hope it doesn't take too long.” She added, and managed to smile a little. Sofia laughed softly, “I took a plane from Venezuela to here about a year ago, I think I can handle a short flight like that.” She replied in surprisingly good humor, considering she was still in a jail cell. “It doesn't really matter to me, whichever is easiest I guess,” she added with a nod, “A decent meal would be wonderful...” she paused and glanced down at herself for a moment, “So would a shower actually...” She resisted a sudden urge to shout out a victory whoop, when the cage door was finally unlocked and she was able to get out, Mi dios, Sofia you really need a good night's sleep... She thought, as she walked out of her cell. |
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