The Explaining [Daniel]

[Judex Peccáto]

Well. This was a big of a bummer. In fact, it was a bit of many things, many words running around Judex's head little little fluffy bunny rabbits with teeth, but 'bummer' was probably the most polite. That and the easiest to say in English. Although, 'unfair' was quite close behind it on the 'word to best some up this situation' list, because, honestly? He hadn't actually done anything. Sort of. By human standards. By ignorant humans who enjoyed handcuffing him in an interview room standards. There, that was better.

With that sorted in his mind, the blonde man turned his attention back to his handcuffed wrists lying on the interview room table in front of them. This wasn't the first time he'd been arrested, of course. Living the lives he had, it was sort of hard not to. This was, however, the first time he'd been arrested for picking on a little girl. Not that that had been a little girl, not really, but noo, he'd got a wallop around the head for mentioning that, in the police car.

He didn't have time for this. That thing was still out there, wandering around, and he doubted anyone else was dealing with it, and he had to tell the souled vamp guy who's name he couldn't remember. That or decide to run away and do that whole saving-the-world thing next lifetime. Staying here was just making him consider both options far, far too much.

He sighed, leaning back in his chair, one leg crossed over the other beneath the table, and bouncing in time to his tapping fingers. And then tipped his head back, wondering whether the wall behind him and changed in the last however long he'd been in here. Nope. It still looked like a wall. Only upside down this time. Jerking his head back hurt though, but he sort of had to do it, and quickly, when the door opened.

"Finally! I'm gettin' pins and needles here!"

[Daniel Cooper]

Really? He had experienced many bizarre cases recently, but having a grown man bully an innocent little girl in a coffee shop? That was low, if he said so himself. And in his time, he had seen many low-lifes, but there just came a point when enough was enough...And that line had obviously been crossed in this instance. People like this man in question were the reason Miami had such a heavy crime rate in comparison with other cities not only in the United States, bout around the globe. It was proven, through statistics, that Miami suffered one of the highest casualty rates of any city around the globe. He did enjoy reading things like that, as he liked to know what to expect, and not have any surprises. But even after knowing this, Miami was still abundant in them.

From what he had read of the written report made by the officer who arrested this man so far, he had learned that...Well, this man didn't exactly have an identity. No identification of any kind; no drivers liscence, passport, anything. It was as if the man just flew down from the sky, or something. But knowing this, proved his assumptions that this man was deranged, and could be rather dangerous if provoked. If he could bully innocent girls, what else would he be capable of? The girl was minding her own business in the coffee shop known as 'Caffeine Buzz,' when the man in question entered the building and began yelling at people, before finally yelling at the young girl. He could only imagine how traumatized this girl must have been, and learned some of that when he spoke to her after the man was taken into custody. This girl was evidently upset, and had every reason to be. He would make sure this man got what he deserved, and wasn't able to cause any trouble to anyone else within Miami, or elsewhere.

Walking into the interview room, Daniel stared blankly at the man sitting down in the chair, not looking too phased by his being here. "You know, I was just wondering what would make you look so comfortable there in that chair. But then I realized, its really nothing new to you, is it? Its obvious something has led you to be this way. Child abuse? Seems logical, as you seem to enjoy taking out your frustrations on innocent little girls." He made emphasis on the innocent part, as he had heard about how this man tried to emphasize that this young girl wasn't innocent. He stared at the man for another moment, before placing the files on the table in the middle of them, and taking a seat. He opened up the files and read them for a moment, before closing them and looking up at the man, sternly. "Why don't you just make it easy on us, and tell us who you are. We will find out, just I'd prefer to use our resources elsewhere. And I'm confident you'd want to do the right thing, as there is so much we could lock you up over. This for starters, and of course your hidden aliases. For some reason, correct me if I'm wrong, I just don't see you as the type to forget your identification at home."

[Judex Peccáto]

"A cushion would make me comfortable, if you're offering. This chair's giving me a numb bum, and that's leading to the pins and needles."

[/b] Sort of. Perhaps. Did numb bums lead to pins and needles? Judex didn't know...and that was faintly thrilling, to come across something he didn't know for once. It happened so rarely these days.

He tilted his head, watching the other man as he sat down. Urgh. Policemen. Judex had never been in a life where he'd been one of them, come to think of it, which was a hell of a good thing. Catching criminals and locking them up? Might be a way to prove you're 'good', but hell it sounded boring. Being bad was much more fun...damaging, but hey, fun. And anyway, it was impossible for him to be bad bad. Angel's just...couldn't do it. Being shoved repeatedly into a human body didn't change that aspect of his existance. Which, really, was a fact that would help his case so much in this little understanding.

If it had been a fact that he culd say and not be sent to a nuthouse for, anyway. Which it wasn't.

"Child abuse? Yes. Lots of it, 's why it happened. Can I go now we've figured that out?" he asked hopefully. "I'll remember not to take any more frustrations out on little girls." Not demons though, this guy hadn't mentioned that. Which was rather nice of him. He blinked, hen leant forward, elbows resting on the table, head tilted, and looking rather disbelieving. "You don't know who I am. Are you serious? What type of coppers are you if you can't figure that out?"

He'd had his phone on him, hadn't he? Oh...wait, no, that had been crushed by all the people jumping on him to get him away from the little girl/demon. Never mind. "But of course I left it at home. I don't need identification. I know who I am. It ain't something you forget, is it?"[/size][/blockquote]

[Daniel Cooper]

He had ignored the man's comments about 'cushions,' instead preferring to examine the documents before him, rather than deal with the worthless words of the man. There was nothing for them to talk about, other than the situation at hand. The case was his top and only priority at the moment, and his main question centered around the agenda of this man, and who he really was. Nothing else mattered extensively at the moment, other than uncovering the evidence of the case, and quickly slapping this man with a grealty deserved punishment and deterring him from committing similar acts in the future. If he was capable of harming a little girl, he really couldn't comprehend what else this man was, or could be capable of.

"Maybe you should have thought of being comfortable before you began harming little girls?" He placed a stern look on the man, before once again examining the documents in front of him. After he explained everything to the man, he sighed softly when another comment was added, in his direction. He stared blankly at the man at the suggestion of letting him go. Did this man think he was going to be that 'easy?' Clearly, he did. "I don't think you understand the consequences of your actions deeply enough..." He paused for a moment, as if trying to figure out where to start. "Not only are you here for abuse of this young girl, but because of your unknown and rocky history. Not to mention your lack of identification. I don't know where you came from, but clearly they were a lot more lenient than you have experienced here." What person in their right mind would think that they could just casually go home, and act like nothing had ever happened? He would make sure what happened, doesn't happen again. He wouldn't trust this man outside of this room as far as he could throw him. And Daniel was a good thrower, too.

He didn't look too pleased at the man's next comment. "Another thing. I'll be asking the questions, not you. Got it? Good. If you didn't make it so difficult to pass up your identity to us, or make it your agenda to hide your identity in documentations, we wouldn't be sitting here having this problem. You did a good job of hiding yourself, but it won't last too long. In this town, things only remain hidden so long. I count on it." He would find the truth eventually, no matter what he had to go through, or no matter what resources he had to plunder and extract. Even if he needed to spend needless hours doing research on databases, or other sources of information.

This man's ignorance really wasn't pleasing Daniel, and in turn, wasn't going to be getting him anywhere. Especially that 'get out of jail free card' he was so eagerly expecting or hoping for. "Oh, you left it at home. How convenient. Do you always leave your identification at home when you go out for a coffee? You drive, I presume? Did you just decide to take a risk and be neglient in driving a car without your liscence...If you even have one at all? I'd like to search your home. Well, I actually already have a permit to do so. Why don't you just make it easy on us and yourself and give us your address or I can guarentee it will be the last time you will ever forget your identification at home."

[Judex Peccáto]

Oh, this was just irritating. There was no reason for him to be here! Of course, Judex knew that humans were idiotic and blind, yes, but this blind? Why the hell would he go out and attack a human girl? He was human! Hurting humans when he was human was just...well, stupid. "Hey! I didn't hurt any little girl, you stupid idiot." He shook his head, lip curling in a slightly disgusted look. That hadn't been a girl. No, that had been fire and brimstone and pain and hell, it had not been good! "And no. Don't be thick. Punishment's the same anywhere, ain't it? No different where I was to where I am. No conumdrum there."

He paused, and cocked his head to the side. Identification? Um...yeah, there was that. He laughed slightly. "Ah, well, see....indentification wise...that's a funny story. As is the whole living place thing. Don't actually hve either....so there you go, pointless asking. Wish I could help, really. But I can't." Perhaps he should throw in a bit about being violated of his human rights. That might have happened - especially after the whole whacking him around the head thing. "I still think you should let me go. I feel as if I'm being mistreated, y'know."

Honestly though? There was no point explaining anything to this dumbass. So he might as well just dance around the answers, humming as he went. It wouldn't harm anyone. Well, except maybe himself, but getting locked up? It wasn't exactly knew here...and the mental institutions were much more ethically run in this century.