[center][h2][color=firebrick]DeMarcus[/color] and [color=cyan]Parker[/color] Blake[/h2][/center]
[center]Location: Police Station
Interacting With: Cops / Elijah Craigh[/center][hr]

Parker sat with her knees drawn up into the seat, rest her chin on her legs as they bumped along in the cruiser. The girl watched through the windshield as they passed through the small town that was Harlan. As they passed the town square, she saw people glance at the car, staring at her and her brother through the window of the car. Their intrusive, invasive eyes watched them, and she could practically see them taking mental notes to tell everyone else in town that DeMarcus and Parker Blake were going to the jailhouse. She could hear the remarks: [i]"I reckon! The black boy and the prostitute's daughter is goin' to jail. Is'uh 'bout time!" [/i]

She leaned her head back against the seat and stared at the ceiling. They'd gone to great length to hide their newfound "abilities" from the public, but she was sure people had some idea. Word got out in a small town like Harlan and it spread like a wildfire in the middle of summer: fast and nonstop. She glanced over at DeMarcus, who was looking through his window at the passersby. [color=cyan]"Do you think they know?"[/color] She asked, beckoning his attention.

DeMarcus looked down in thought for a moment, then back to his sister. [color=firebrick]"I don't doubt that word has spread, but there's nothin' nobody can claim to truth, because there's no evidence."[/color] He said, though he knew the likelihood of spreading rumors to be higher than not.

[color=cyan]"Oh please, you know what town we live in."[/color] Parker retorted. She knew he had said what he did to simply reassure her, but it didn't really work. Still, she appreciated his efforts to keep her confident. She sat back and leaned against his much larger body as an oversized pillow. She knew that they probably wouldn't be going home for a while, so she wished she had brought an actual pillow. The first thing she would do when they got to the station was sleep until someone came and gave her a reason not to. Maybe the NSA would show up and lock them all in Guantanamo bay and run tests to harness their superpowers to weaponize them and take over the world... but that was only one possibility. 

As the cruiser [i]cruised[/i] into the station, Deputy McFarland pulled the vehicle to a halt. The car settled, parked, and the ignition faded. McFarland's partner, a man DeMarcus couldn't name, walked around and opened the door. He stepped out, pulling his bag with him. Parker crawled across the seat and climbed out the same door, staying as close to her brother as possible. She carried her camera backpack in her right hand. The nameless deputy looked at the backpack, seeing the word, "Canon" across the fabric. 

[b]"You got you a camera in there?"[/b] He jabbed a finger at her bag.

[color=cyan]"No it's a polycarbonate, foldable AR-15 with a full-auto mod."[/color] She responded. [color=cyan]"Yes, it's a camera."[/color] She followed DeMarcus as they walked towards the police station. 

[b]"We ain't fans of cameras in the station, lil' missy."[/b] He protested. 

She did her best to mock his accent, [color=cyan]"I ain't a fan of being woken up at five in the mornin', neither."[/color] She said, and then in her normal voice, [color=cyan]"Also, it's my 1st Amendment Right: Freedom of Press and all. Sue me."[/color] She entered the station as DeMarcus held the door open for her, hearing the deputy mutter something about a punk brat.

As DeMarcus followed his sister into the station, he greeted the young woman at the front desk. [color=firebrick]"Hey there, Lorrie."[/color] He said. He didn't know her too well, but he'd went to high school with her brother; they were good people. They were pointed back to the break room, where Parker immediately sat her bags down and laid on the floor, looking like she was ready to go back to sleep. DeMarcus saw Elijah Craigh sitting against the wall. [color=firebrick]"Elijah, you got some idea of what's goin' on? I'd like some answers if you got any."[/color] He asked, looking at the man.