I'm not a bad guy, I swear!
5/14Black matte finish with tinted windows. However cozy, the van was unquestionably shifty. The back was dimly-lit, and while spacious in its own respect, undersized for even a fraction of the whole student body - laps were, predictably, encroached upon. The windows brought the full length of the parking zone into view, where the street was visibly - and suspiciously - desolate.
'The Warden' sat comfortably in the driver's seat, her jacket and beret folded over the full length of the passenger side. Without hesitation or the slightest discernible hint of inexperience, she reversed onto the empty road where the vehicle found its motion.
Buildings passed by in droves - the car navigated the labyrinthine paths with ease, however strange or convoluted they became, however many landmarks it came across. Traversing the full length of Kayatomi began to reveal just how bizarre the pathways truly were, as though they were built to actively stall the denizens, distracting them with all manner of hot-spots and shops to impede their travel. In the distance, the mountain loomed high above the buildings, serving as the only reliable indicator of their progress, apart from the GPS which mounted the dashboard.
4:07 PMA momentary siren wail. The van swerved onto the sidewalk, which stretched on for miles beside the field clearing without a person in sight, and a police car slowed to a crawl adjacent to it. The Warden rolled down the window.
The officer spoke, voice slurred and riddled with half-conscious delirium, yet his eyes strung painfully wide and bloodshot and lips contorted into an unsettling smile;
"It's four in the afternoon," she retorted with inscrutable nonchalance, unfazed by the sight, though the rancid scent of sweat and blood was much harder to waft away.
"Is it? I must've lost track~."
Her gaze darted to the uncombed clumps of greasy hair that stuck to his scalp, and the bludgeon-swelling around his fingertips. She narrowed her eyes.
"Do you have a reason for pulling us over?"
"'us'? There's more of youuu~? I'd love to meet them~..."
"Quite. If you wouldn't mind, I'd like to get going now."
"Why not stay a while longer~?"
Her glare stiffened. She rolled up the window. The officer lingered for several seconds longer, staring unresponsively into the sun-lit black of the glass, before eventually relenting and returning to his vehicle. With another flick of the siren, the cruiser turned and went on its way.
The Warden slipped between the seats, crouching before the group. She pulled back her frilled sleeves and brought a walkie-talkie to her collar.
"Themis to Kiriio Area Command. We've got another 'Euphoria' case. 33-year-old male, dispatch from Kayatomi Police Department. Exhibits mania, dyschronometria, delayed reaction time, visible hair loss and internal bleeding around the fingertips. Evaluate for potential drug use. Over."
In an odd change of character, Hiru wasn't asleep in the van.
In fact, the boy showed no signs of his usual narcolepsy at any time of the trip. Seatbelts tight-- holding on into the sides of the van for balance, despite the fact he was essentially sunk into his seat, with how hard he was sitting on it. Uncomfortable shifts-- eyes wide open, as his breathing was a bit heavier from before. Clear discomfort in his eyes. The memory was clear-- Hiru did not want to go into the van. He asked the Warden multiple times for them to go on foot, or anything else-- but in the end, either out of sheer pressure or perhaps submissiveness, Hiru entered the vehicle like a dog walking into a vet.
It was rather bizarre for the sleepyhead artist. Maybe a bit disheartening for others, to see someone like him this...Unsettled. Perhaps a first for everyone who knows him, too.
The sound of sirens seemed to stir more discomfort into him, as he sunk deep into his chair, holding his seatbelts tight, his knuckles going white on the process-- almost as if he was driving near the edge of an abyss.
"..." He offered no words as the cop appeared, in his clear and unsettling behavior. His sight was almost like a nightmare-- Hiru immediately looking away and hiding under his hoodie. The panda-like design of it covering his face, offering a fake smile for those around him. Small tremors in his feet-- his hands almost giving up strength, before, thankfully, the cop went away, and Hiru looked under the hoodie again.
Offering a gaze to the Warden, Hiru finally spoke.
"I-is he...Is he going to--" 'Crash into us?' No, no. He can't ask that. It wasn't what he wanted to ask, anyways. "...He's not going to crash into anything, is he? He...Looked pretty bad... sorry..." Another submissive answer-- for no apparent reason. A sight of stress, perhaps.