#rowan ✧･ﾟ— thread (ft. vanja) event

[xchiefhalliday]

✧･ﾟ— CLOSED STARTER @vanjajanko-pagonis

— THE CLOISTERS

Rowan had spoken too soon. The ‘peaceful’ protest had led to two arrests. He handled one and Flynn handled the other, swiftly taking them away from the crowd and hoping that would be the end of it. No doubt the newspapers would have a field day with this one, especially since one of the arresting officers was the Chief of Police himself. Rowan hated being the centre of attention for doing the most basic of work related things.

Rowan read the arrestee his rights, which came as natural as breathing did, whilst ensuring the handcuffs were secure around his wrists, and finished off with, “Do you understand the rights I have just read to you? With these rights in mind, do you wish to speak to me?”

People rarely did want to speak to cops when they were arrested and Rowan was certain this guy wasn’t going to be much different. There was always some witty remark or vulgar language thrown around, though. Most never went silently. He also wouldn’t be surprised if the arrestee went for the ‘I want my lawyer’ line. If Rowan had a dollar for every time he’d heard that one he’d have retired years ago.

[xchiefhalliday]

Rowan was glad he wasn't putting up a fight and the simple 'I understand' response almost took him aback. He wasn't about to get too complacent, though, as any person could become unpredictable at any moment and the last thing Rowan wanted to get was a black eye, a stab wound, or to have himself humiliated in some way, so his grip remained firm on the handcuffs.

“I really am the Chief of Police,” he said coolly. "And no, that doesn't mean you'll get any kind of special treatment. But you are my first arrest since I became Chief, so congratulations."

Rowan also didn't know whether to laugh at the remark about his moustache and simply ignore it, but he decided to humour the detainee. "It's like the hair on your head: use the right products and you'll get the results. You might want to try it sometime; mull it over whilst you're in custody."

Vanja knew the drill. Thankfully before coming today they had made sure they had no weapons or drugs on him. Since he hadn't known what security would look like. But they walked. It was bullshit. And seeing a skinny twink arresting Seb made his eyes narrow. But then Seb had given him a look. He'd stay calm. No fighting. A misdemeanor at best unless he made a problem. The older man was dressed in a three piece suit. Not a detective. A voice saying something about Chief Halliday caught Vanja's attention. Did he just get arrested by the fucking Chief of Police? They bit their tongue as they felt the metal of the cuffs tighten around their wrists. Fighting the urge to say something crude and snarky. Or just start rambling in Serbian. Instead what came out was a simple, accented, "I understand."

Do you wish to speak to me? Vanja could say a lot of things. A lot of things about Police in general. About the NYPD. About para-military fuck-bois on power trips. And a system designed to protect the corrupt, mean and inept all for what? A badge? But they didn't believe that this man would hear him. After all Vanja was just a criminal. So they slapped on their usual breezy self, coming off maybe a little flippant but not disrespectful as they turned their head slightly and asked, "You really the Chief of Police?" Vanja let out a low, impressed whistle then added because he couldn't help it, "I like your mustache. How do you keep it looking so nice?"