don't cut out my paper heart...

Kaylee Moore. 31 years old, deputy to Seattle Police Department. Loves to do paper work. Does origami on her freetime. Prefer tea to coffee. Sagittarius. Cooking is a hobby. And, less important, is a conduit. {RP Blog for InFamous: Second Son OC. Please, read the about section for more information!}

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"Like a Stone" by Audioslave

[birdoforigami]

Headcanon #01 - The time she was arrested

Grandma Portia Sanders: Was it worth my 300 bucks to bail you out?

18-years-old Kaylee: Every cent, nana, every cent.

Grandma Portia Sanders: You don't say? So the lad knew how to dance, I take it?

18-years-old Kaylee: You have no idea!

Grandma Portia Sanders: Good, pumpkin, because you owe me 300 bucks of watering my daisies.

18-years-old Kaylee: It was worth it. Every penny. Also, leather seats, I may have a new standard, nana.

Grandma Portia Sanders: Don't tell your mother.

18-years-old Kaylee: Tell her what, nana?

Grandma Portia Sanders: This is why you're my pumpkin.

[goddessofbloodandfire-deactivat]

Sadda took the cup and nodded a thanks before sipping the Luke warm water. She listen to the cop talk about the conduits and smiled. "Yeah I heard about that. Next to the Akomish Tribe..." She thought about her home. Her father would probably kill her if he knew what she was up too. "Usually the police would call them 'bio-terrorist'. Conduits call them conduits."

[birdoforigami]

That was the result of laying low for so long, sometimes she would forget to hold her shields. Dammit, the girl was too smart for her own good - and to bold on top of that, truly reckless. And it got one to recognize another.

"Well, you see, I'm not your usual cop. I can also be decent human being and not label a person as a terrorist just because she can, I dunno, shit rainbows and puke sunshines. Don't believe in everything you hear out there about us, the police, we're just trying to do our jobs." She went silent for a second or two, before speaking again, on a low voice. "Besides... only a conduit would be stupid enough to say something like that sitting on a police station..."

                         "Take that as you will..."

 She was so tired of pretending.

[goddessofbloodandfire-deactivat]

She thought for a little bit. "Just water please...Has anyone called in for me yet?"

[birdoforigami]

"No, kid, I'm sorry, but it seems until now no one got here. Yet." She said, and the sympathy in her voice was genuine. 

Gripping a plastic cup and filling it with water, Kaylee handled it to the girl with a sigh. Kaylee wasn't an hypocrite, she also knew how was to be young and reckless (she did still remember the day her grandma Portia, god take care of her soul, bailed her after that sweet time she spent on Brad's backseat - until an officer caught them), but she was somewhat tired of meeting lost kids under her watch.

"Don't worry, miss, I'm sure that they'll be here soon enough - to give you an earful you deserve, mind me. Is just that it's mayhem out there, you know. They say some conduits escaped near Salmon Bay..."

[embersandaerosol]

"Why, yes. It’s clear that you think I’m both pretty and artsy. Thank you, officer.”

"But I really must go. My people need me. And by people I mean more of the world’s canvases primed for my ingenuity."

[birdoforigami]

"Hold down there, Clark Kent!"

"So yeah, you're a cute artsy boy, but don't flatter yourself too much and think about for how much time a pretty ass like you would be safe on a cell full of burly guys. Yeah. So why don't we stop this just on vandalism and without add some 'disobedience' into it, hm? It's too early in the morning I didn't even take my tea, to carry you to a station."

And now she was sure, they looked too much like each other to be a mere coincidence. She was gambling, betting to high, she knew it, but after so much time in the Police, she also knew one thing or two about bluffing.

"Or, I dunno, but... I could just call your brother, you know? The Sheriff. He sure would be delighted to appreciate your work of art, right?"

[goddessofbloodandfire-deactivat]

Sadda waited patiently as the Sheriff filled out some paper work. She was in the cell waiting for a family member to pick her up from the poilce department. She was in on suspected vandalism."Cuse me. Do you mind if I could get something to drink?"

[birdoforigami]

She was just a kid, aparently caught doing some vandalism or something like that (and it made Kaylee think about the little birdies on a wire some punk graffitied on her wall) and the girl also seemed a little lost, she could relate to it. Afterall, they were all people in the end of day, her job as a deputy wasn't to maintain some poor kid dehydrated.

"Of course you can! Do you want some water... coffee? I also think there's still some Dr. Pepper in the vending machine."

[loliplier]

Delsin Rowe

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Reggie Rowe

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[birdoforigami]

A (paper) Bird in a Cage | K & D

It was mayhem out of her cell, a hell full of ashes and... neon. She wasn't understanding much of it, only that those D.U.P. motherfuckers were having their asses kicked to the moon and it was good.

As for her, instead of just sitting on that dumpster they've threw her earlier, she was calling paper to come to her, stretching her arm out of the bars and calling for flyers, newspapers, anything she could use. She was still weak, but she could pull a... was that a Hustler magazine? Whatever, it would be enough.

Rearranging papers and letters and doing a great collage work out of it, she wrote something, folded it into a little plane and threw it right into the vortex of ashes and sparkles: a tall, lanky boy wearing a beanie.

"Hello sunshine,

                     I know you have better things to do, but                      can you please take me out of here before?                      Preferably before more explosions and before                      something fall onto my head?

                                                                Thank you                                                                  Birdie."

And when her little paper plane hit the boy in the head, she let out a loud whistle, trying to catch his attention. 

[birdoforigami]

Easier to Run | K & R

Deputy Kaylee Moore was 31 years old, had never missed a single day of work before her leave of absence, always recycled her garbage, was a good and quiet neighbor and right now was definitely running for her life in the crowded of Seattle, shouting to get people out of her way, for their own safety.

Of course they had to catch her, of course it was when she wasn't even using her powers on purpose, of course it would be a damn hidden camera and then the hell was all over her in less than five minutes (and she would laugh later than they were faster than the ambulance service). Well, at least they were louder, she could hear them before they took her street and, leaving everything behind, she started to run.

Kaylee just ran, she didn't knew what to do and they weren't giving up on her chase, so she just run. What could paper do against concrete? And even in the chance that she could choke those bastards with a storm of papers, even then she still was a cop and murder wasn't her thing.

So she ran... right into a tall man who was too busy talking into his damn phone to pay attention to anything around him. She couldn't avert it, as soon as she noticed what was going to happen, she tried to stop, to take another direction, anything, but she was running with her full powers, being boosted by it, and she couldn't neither avert crashing into him nor the way they fell into the pavement, a confusion of limbs and feet.

"Oh shit! Oh God! Oh fuck!" 

[birdoforigami]

afraidofstorms

Wait... what? A fugitive convict? Great. Just what she needed right now. One that didn't even care to change his pretty flashy jumpsuit. Great.

"Hands on the air, handsome! And no sudden movement. I don't want to hurt your pretty face but I will if I need to."

[embersandaerosol]

"Clean? What? Cleaning is for filth. That… ” He turned to examine his good work, shaking the aerosol canister of eco-friendly paint, the metal pea within clicking rapidly.

"That is a masterpiece. Really livens up the place, don’t you think?” 

[birdoforigami]

"Kid, I don't care if you painted the new Mona Lisa on my wall, you got it? I. Don't. Care."

"You're gonna restore it to its previous state of plain and dull or I'm gonna arrest your pretty artsy ass, are we clear?"

[akomishcopman]

"More like the Space Needle, actually. I’m not on duty or anything, just taking a few days off with my brother." He shrugged, thumbs on his belt loops, sounding as casual as possible – even if the family trip to Seattle was far from that.

"Awful timing, I know. Kind of a long story. But, uh–– hey. Looks like you got my name, ma’am, and I still haven’t got yours.”

[birdoforigami]

"Deputy Kaylee Moore at your service, Sheriff. Even if I'm on a leave of absence right now..."

"Then I'm sorry you couldn't even buy a postcard before D.U.P posse interdicted even the gift shop there... and someone also put a pretty interesting banner on the top of the tower that I think you can see from the Moon. At least you didn't catch the dull and boring Seattle, I guess?"

[embersandaerosol]

  "Me!" He mimicked.

She had the same look Reggie had. The look that accused him of something. But what could it be, he didn’t know. 

"You want something?" 

[birdoforigami]

"You bet your ass I want! You see that wall?" She pointed right behind him, raising her eyebrows, there was a fresh graffiti, some blue birds perched on a wire "I don't care how, but you gonna clean it or God help me! You did it, you clean it!"

[akomishcopman]

"Yeah, you look at that–– guy tries to make his way to either S.W.A.T. or Hawaii Five-0, then takes a wrong turn somewhere, huh? Just my luck…"

                    “… Uh, forget I said that. It’s alright, thanks. I’m just fine.”

[birdoforigami]

"Well, at least isn't The Walking Dead? Or, worse, Days of Our Lives?"

"But what are you doing here, Sheriff?" She looked at his badge. "Coming all the way from... Salmon Bay? Searching for bad real life rom-coms and investigative shows? Or you just came for Pearl Jam?"