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Post by Emily Madigan on Nov 29, 2012 1:10:17 GMT -5
"What kind of old woman has prosthetic limbs that contain hidden weapons?" Emily retorted back as the old woman then took out a lightweight gun as Emily reacted for her own sidearm before the gun didn't work as Emily nearly scoffed as she pointed her gun at the old woman, "put the gun down and hands on your head," she said as a few other police officers drew their gun on her as well.
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Post by Gladys Lovegood & Kirk Douglas on Nov 29, 2012 1:16:11 GMT -5
"God damn it. How many times this month am i going to get in trouble with the fuzz?"
Gladys drops the gun and puts her hands on her head.
She winks at a nearby male officer, "I hope you're going to be the one to frisk me."
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Post by Emily Madigan on Nov 29, 2012 1:19:26 GMT -5
Emily rolled her eyes as she kicked the gun away and brought Gladys standing as she began frisking the old woman.
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Post by Gladys Lovegood & Kirk Douglas on Nov 29, 2012 1:21:34 GMT -5
"Hands off, birdie. I don't swing that way. And if i did i could do a whole lot better than you."
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Post by Emily Madigan on Nov 29, 2012 1:28:13 GMT -5
Emily ignored that statement as she finished frisking her for any other weapons as she took all of her belongings for evidence before cuffing her and escorting her to a nearby cruiser, "Enjoy lockup," she said sarcastically before closing the door.
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Post by Gladys Lovegood & Kirk Douglas on Nov 29, 2012 1:36:03 GMT -5
"Yeah. We'll see about that dearie. I've never been to the hoosegow and i don't plan on going now."
The bitch had her memory. She defiantly needed to get that back, but first she had to figure out how to make a daring escape and......
"Huh?" exclaims Gladys, "This isn't Neverland. Where am i?!"
She then starts violently thrusting her body against the car door.
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Post by Emily Madigan on Nov 29, 2012 1:37:45 GMT -5
"The hell?" Emily asked as the old woman began banging on the car door, "Jeez that woman's crazy," she muttered to herself as she continued to deal with the explosion. The cruiser was still there since the officer was still helping out, and it was unlikely that the old woman was going to escape anyways.
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Post by Gladys Lovegood & Kirk Douglas on Nov 29, 2012 1:40:55 GMT -5
"TINK?! TINKER BELL?! WHERE ARE YOU?! IT'S ME, PETER! PETER PAN!"
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Post by Emily Madigan on Nov 29, 2012 1:44:27 GMT -5
"Think she's gone completely off the rails," one of the officers commented.
"You think?" Emily asked as she had to get this woman to a psych ward...fast, "Alright take her to a hospital ASAP, don't forget to take details," she said as the officer nodded and began to take Gladys to the nearest hospital with a psych ward on stand by as Emily shook her head.
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Post by Gladys Lovegood & Kirk Douglas on Nov 29, 2012 1:53:39 GMT -5
"LET ME OUT OF HERE, PIRATE! DO YOU KNOW WHO I AM?! I'M PETER FUCKING PAN!"
The cop driving the cruiser just had to stop and gawk at her after hearing that. Unfortunately for him, he wasn't paying attention when his car crashed right into an ambulance heading to the scene of the explosion. The collision knocks out the officer, but Gladys is fine with only a few bumps and bruises.
She, somehow, manages to crawl past the airbag and the unconscious cop to go right out the cruiser's passenger door. She then dashes out into the night, still handcuffed and raving on about some British girl named Wendy.
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Post by Emily Madigan on Dec 8, 2012 22:13:07 GMT -5
Emily soon got the call that the suspect escaped as she sighed, "Can we have one arrest where something doesn't go wrong?" she asked herself as she got onto her bike and began to look for Gladys.
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Post by Gladys Lovegood & Kirk Douglas on Dec 9, 2012 1:20:58 GMT -5
Gladys, still as fruity as a loop, was at that moment attempting to fly - deep in a nearby forest.
"All you need is a little faith, trust, and pixie dust!"
She hops off the ground, arms wide, and falls to the ground.
"Tink! Where are you Tink?! I can't fly home!"
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