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[Jak Vanek]

"Come on officer, I didn't mean any harm. I'm blonde after all." She played off the looking stupid routine all the time. "I was only checking under the hood, it was such a nice car." She said softly, still mezmerized by the half taken apart ferrari Her finger tips couldn't help themselves, besides, one of her personalities was a car addict. She was a mechanic, and a high rolling one at that. She struggled slightly in the officers grasp, already bruising her. He wasn't particularly rough, but she did bruise easily. "Third offense, uhm, Miss?" She laughed lightly, three times and you'd think you'd know a girls name by now. "We have got to stop meeting like this officer." She gave a grin as he glared. "Ok ok, jeez. It's Jak, Jak Vanek." She offered up a cheesy smile.

Stay, run, stay run.. She debated to herself. She couldn't get out of his strangle hold as of yet but maybe a little persuasion was in order? Nah, he didn't seem like the guy to take offers. Besides, he was ugly with a large gut and a small face, paired with equally beaty eyes that somehow reminded her of a mouse or perhaps a small rodent of another species? Only Jak would take so much time to debate on what animal he looked most as. She seeme din thought for a good ten minutes as she tried checking her ID, one she hadn't owned nor carried. "Did anyone ever tell you you loo like a ginnypig?" She questioned innocently, and it was an innocent question. She had MPD for the love of Pete and she was living it up as of yet. "Shut it while I try to find you're ID Miss Vanek. He spat out Vanek like it was a cuss word and she gave a grin.

"You're the punk that took apart my deputy car!? He roared, large eyes and a face slowly turning red. Maybe I should have lied? She thought desperately, wondering how on earth she got the same cop three times. Rolling her eyes she still squirmed. She didn't have family around so no one would bail her out. Giving a quick jerk her petite body sprang into action and ran, she squeeled as she heard gun fire and laughed lightly, she was a maniac no? The young woman made her way past a coffee shop and almost got hit by a car on her way, until a searing pain was in her shoulder. None the less her personalities switched and it became no problem. She was high tailing it away and had lost the officer, though she still decided to run to keep a safe distance away before knockking into someone and falling right on her butt, hands still cuffed behind her back and gasping for air.

[Kellie Love]

Kellie walked, talked, looked, thought, and typed, breathed at the same time. Quite the multi-tasker to be a natural blonde right? Her four inch royal blue stilletos clicked against the pavement, the normally annoying sound being drowned out against the city noise. With one hand she carried her Sidekick, and with the other she typed and held up her messenger bag on her shoulder. Her head was tilted to one side, with her cell phone connected to her shoulder and her ear connected to her cell phone. Swishing around in a cotton micro mini the same color as her shoes, as well as a white T-shirt that read 'Baby Boobs' in that same blue shade, Kelz sighed. Her boss at the paper heard something about a band member being thrown into the Miami jail, and was having her haul ass down to the police station for the first peek.

The old perv who she answered to most days loved to pick on her; she was the youngest on the staff of the Herald that was actually a writer for the paper, and besides that she was a young, hot female, and the single, pitiful excuse for a man loved to try and take advantage of that. Her first week she made it perfectly clear that under no circumstances did she have any interest in a few 'after hour' outings with him. After which she was then told he had no real interest in taking her on as a writer. Which basically said that her father's fame and her looks got her the position. And being Kellie, she was pissed.

She would have left right then and there too, if the thought of a negotiation didn't pop up. She was determined to prove herself as a real writer, but she was not up to usuing herself to do so. So, in the end, the secret bond between the young journalist and the boss: she was to wear the most revealing things she could (which she could pull off playing the ditzy blonde act) when around him, and she was to do every little assignment that was thrown at her. Apparently, even the dumb ones like this.

She knew damn well that no real officer was going to give her the dirt on some lesser known drum player in a small-town band, especially because, if her gut was right, there was no story, and the whole thing was a waste of time. But, the agreement was, she dressed scantily and went after everyrthing thrown at her, she got the chance to prove herself. So here she was, turning the corner, shutting her phone and her Sidekick and...getting smacked right into by a handcuffed and bleeding woman. Just what she needed.