sliceitwithwind: (Dilan)
sliceitwithwind ([personal profile] sliceitwithwind) wrote2008-11-11 05:09 pm
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Aya AU

The bar brawl was magnificent. It spread from the original bar (Dilan isn't sure which one that was) to three or four others, going in and out of them into something not quite a riot but not exactly not. Dilan got involved in the second bar on the trip, but managed to hold his own until the cops got there.

And he very politely sat down with his hands behind his head waiting for them to get around to him. Someone with that much facial metal (eyebrow, lip, nose), that hair, and that size tends to ping the combatant radar of everyone. Ever.
mitochondriaaya: (Try Me)

[personal profile] mitochondriaaya 2008-11-12 02:02 pm (UTC)(link)
Aya had been having a bad night. First the brawl that had broken out just as Madigan stepped in the door, then the riotous flood, and now she'd lost track of her contact even as backup began showing up. The man actually not taking a swing at the cops was...well, he was odd to note, and hard not to trip over.

She managed to only bounce off him slightly, the badge on a chain around her neck rather incongruous against the tee and jeans. "Sorry sir..." she managed among the called orders, then there was the bellow of "BREA! DOWN, GUN ON THE LEFT!" from the large detective coming in the door.

Obligingly, she ducked under the nearest table, letting the guys in vests handle the rest of the brawl as she caught her breath. "Mondays suck." she remarked to no one in particular. It'd take them hours to book them all...
mitochondriaaya: (Thinking)

So, a date

[personal profile] mitochondriaaya 2008-11-13 12:20 pm (UTC)(link)
There really should be a law against nine year olds, who got a ride from their dad BEFORE SCHOOL, coming into any apartment at oh-god-I've-been-in-bed-for-two-hours o'clock. Really. Too bad she was the one who'd given him and Danny the key.

Due Ben's hard work and utter commitment to getting Aya through a date, she was outside the precinct in dark slacks and a sapphire silk camisole that matched her eyes. Ben made her buy it weeks ago just for the fact of matching. He'd have been horrified to see her also in her standard black leather jacket. But, hey, she couldn't let a nine year old run her life entirely right?

It was about that time she found the written list of 'tips' stuffed in her pocket, the nine-year-olds hand writing careful and neat on the paper. This? Would be why Aya was chuckling and facepalming as she waited.
mitochondriaaya: (Blank)

Phone calls

[personal profile] mitochondriaaya 2008-11-19 05:00 am (UTC)(link)
It was polite to call. She'd said she would, and it was polite.

And maybe, just maybe he'd been a high point in a really bad week and she wanted to touch on that again. So, she turned her music down (The Pirates of Penzance today, she needed the comedy), and cradled her phone against her ear.

Yeah, it was only after dialing that she realized that she really should have thought about what she was going to say.
mitochondriaaya: (Aya)

Non-invasive testing!

[personal profile] mitochondriaaya 2008-11-22 10:43 am (UTC)(link)
The medical records actually beat Aya to the building by a few hours. After all, doctor's offices kept better hours. They went back as far as age fourteen, when she'd found this doctor to ask about her nutrition. From there it was a list of physicals and stress tests the schools had required and a veritable rain of injuries and x-rays since then.

Very clean X-rays. The previous injuries healed very well, with hardly any bone thickening to prove previous breakage.

Aya was happy to chat with the security guard a moment. Tough job that one...but soon enough she was in an elevator, coat over her shoulder as she headed towards the human trial labs. The rooms were set up for non-invasive tests. Weight, blood pressure, body temp...and the ability to monitor each through stresses like exercise and room temp change.
mitochondriaaya: (Aya)

Wednesday in the park

[personal profile] mitochondriaaya 2008-12-11 04:54 pm (UTC)(link)
It was hard as hell to find roller skates for some reason. Roller blades, sure. Skate shoes? Not a problem...but she'd almost ended up calling an antique store for skates. Almost. She'd managed to talk a sporting goods store into actually looking when she'd showed up on lunch break on Monday.

She was harder to deny in person.

The damn things had spent in a day and a half tucked in her closet with leather softener. After all, she wanted to skate, not fight the skates the whole day. It was a wonderful distraction through the week though. Getting through her duties took longer than expected, and she'd apologized when she called...

...but she managed to be at Dilan's lab only an hour late with her backpack and skates dangling.