The cells. Where nasty people are kept. Big bars seperate the area into smaller 'rooms' which divide up the prisoners. Sometimes a person is placed in a private cell with walls and a door.

::The squad car pulls up, Luke is extracted, and brought inside. Once they do a bunch of police stuff, he's led to, and placed inside, a cell. Alone. All byy himmmsellllllf. The officer looks at him through the bars.::

"We'll be searching your vehicle and place now, you better hope there's nothing there, Morgenstern."

(Great. Just great. I have spells, one of my scrying crystals and maps in there, my weapons, both the stolen and legitimately bought ones. What the hell's going to happen, now?)

::He looks at the bars, tempted to sing Jailhouse Rock out of boredom.::

"I hope you have a good lawyer. We've been waiting for something to get on you ever since we heard the rumours about your last "trip" to Bucklands."

::The officer leaves. Have fun doing some time, Lukey!::

(I need to get the hell out of here! I mean, we have to prevent all of these other people from becoming vampires, or at least reduce the conversion process. I only did it to get things done quicker. Christ. It's not like I couldn't afford it or the entire building for that matter...)

::Luke twiddles his fingers, trying to come up with a way to get out of jail.::

(Well, now. As if things couldn't get any worse. I'm stuck in jail, with an injured leg and I still don't have my powers back yet so I can't exactly escape with a snap of my fingers. What about a simple rhyme?)

::Luke chants quietly, a spell to get him out of jail.::

"Take me from his disgusting cell,
Change the bars into a gel.
Enchant the guards with its lovely scent,
Of jasmine, roses, tulips and mint.
Let them forget this reprimand,
and give me their minds for me to command."

[Personal gain much? A large splattering of flower scented gel appears over your head. As it drips down and coats you a prison guard is attracted by the spell and decides he wants you. Expect some very special treatment]

(Fucking hell. I'm not going to get out of this place at all at this rate.)

::He wipes the gel from his body, sighing heavily.::

(My hair. Smells. Like. Flowers. Ick. I suppose I'll have to hire a lawyer to get out. Oh, Lord. Is that officer checking me out? I suppose I'll use that to try and get out.)

::He calls out to a police officer.::

"All right, don't I get a phone call and a lawyer?"

(Why couldn't I get arrested after I got my powers back?)

::Patience walks in and spots the officer who is talking to Luke.::

"Excuse me officer...I just wanted to know when my friend's body can be released...I'd like to have him buried in a fe..."

::Her voice trails off as she spots who is in the cell.::

(Talk about your vindication...)

::She grins and crosses her arms smugly.::

"So...whatcha in for..."

::Luke deadpans his response to Patience.::

"Theft. The irony. Just when I need to do something that's not self-involved and you know, because I really have no reason to steal things to begin with."

::Something clicks with Patience.::

(Shit...he was on the "dream team" to help Carys...I guess this means it didn't go so well.)

"Um...officer...I know this guy...and he is alot of things...but a thief isn't one of them."

(Look at me...telling that bold faced lie.)

"May I please talk to him alone?"

::She licks her lips, smiles, and then flips her hair.::

(God what a waste...if not for the fact I'm doing this for that jerk, then for the simple realization that that cop looks like he pefers guys...)

::Luke sighs, looking at the guard. He smiles, exhibiting his flawless teeth and blinks his blue eyes. He signals to Patience to get the keys from the police officer.::

"Now, now. Could you please come on in? I mean that in a literal and metaphorical way, of course. Yeah. I'll let you give me the pounding that I've needed for a while. Show me who's boss. Be my daddy."

(I can't believe that I'm hitting on a guy, though I'd do just about anything to get the hell out of this place and get this shit done.)

"Please. Give it to me, daddy."

::He gestures to the police officer with a "come hither" motion with his finger.::

::Patience stifles a laugh as she watches Luke interact with the officer. Once she is sure he is completly distracted and there is no other officers around she flips over a folding chair, folds it down, and bashes him on the head hard enough to knock him out.::

"Sorry in advance for the migrain when you wake up."

::She bends down and snatches up his keys with a jingle. She runs over to Luke's cell and begins to try all the keys...finaly reaching success with the last one. She pulls open the door and begins to mater-of-factly address Luke.::

"If we get caught I'm saying you kidnapped me...daddy."

::She clicks her tongue with satisfaction and grins.::

"You coming or shall I lock you back in?"

::Luke sighs, getting out of the cell. He is about to walk straight out of the police station and turns around to Patience.::

"Thank you."

::He makes his way to his penthouse to get rid of any incriminating evidence or other stuff like, oh, witchcraft materials.::

::Patience blinks.::

"Wow...that must of been really hard for him."

::She looks around, the relization of what she had just done hitting her, and she hauls ass to the reserved table at P3.::

::A bunch of officers bring in Carys. All of her possessions are taken from her, fingerprints inked, photographs taken, handcuffs off and she is placed into solitary confinement until she can have a court case. A small cell with blue walls, a bench, a pillow, and a tiny grill at the door where people can see in.::

(Fuck this. I need to get out.)

::Carys pushes herself off the bed and over to the door; pressing herself against it. She stares out of the grill and then puts her mouth to it, speaking loudly.::

"No fucking phonecall?"

::A fat police man approaches Carys' cell with a phone.::

"Wanna use this?"

::Karen the bat appears behind the Officer and shifts back, then bangs his head against the bar, quickly pushing his unconscious body to the side and catching the phone afterwards::

"I didn't know you were into the fat cop S&M scene."

::Carys stares at Karen.::

(Who...)

"Unlock the fucking door then."

"Say please you fucking cow."

::Karen pockets the phone and crosses her arms, stepping backwards to survey Carys critically. She shakes her head disapprovingly at Carys' split ends and checks to see if their old telepathic link was still working::

(Remember me, sweetie?)

::Carys stares harder at Karen.::

(Remember you? Who the fuck are you? How can you hear...Clone?)

::Karen sighs and waves a hand over her face, quickly reverting to her Carys form and then back to her new and improved body::

"Yes, dear, the prodigal clone has returned. Why are you in here? If the offence is serious enough I might have to leave you behind bars..."

::Carys pushes her perfectly good and not-needing-to-be-improved body away from the door and studies Karen.::

(I raped and beat the crap out of some girl.)

"Get the keys."

::Karen snorts appreciatively and rips the door off its hinges::

"You big lezzer. Was she hot?"

::She stares at the door and wrinkles her nose, then drops it onto the fat cop's stomach::

"Right then."

::Carys steps out of the cell and looks down at the policeman thoughtfully.::

(Where've you been anyway?)

(Around. I got myself some new powers and stuff. Nothing as eventful as what you've been up to apparently)

::Karen begins walking out of the cell block and heads towards the front desk, which she sits on and crosses her legs daintily::

"They do say blondes have more fun."

"Yeah."

::Carys follows Karen up to the front desk and leans on it, still looking at the policeman. After a few seconds she rouses herself and looks up at Karen.::

"Are you coming with me?"

"Well I didn't fly in and commit multiple offences for nothing. Lead on, you certainly know this place better than me."

::Karen slides off the desk and stands next to Carys, watching her expectantly::

::Carys runs a hand through her hair as she thinks and then leads Karen to CW Apartments.::

::The van containing Josie pulls up and she is manhandled into the station and thrown in a cell.::

"Sit tight, princess."

::Josie is left for a while in the small cell, allllll alone.::

::Josie lies in her cell all by herself. She's quite aware that she could smoke out of there anytime she wanted, especially now that she's been left alone, but she wants to humour the officers for a while. She hears Valerie's voice all the way out and wonders what the hell she's doing there.::

::In the depths of the station, Joyce walks along a corridor with Lois, unlocking Josie's cell door. They enter and the door is bolted behind them. They take seats on the bench opposite the one Josie is sitting on and stare at her.::

"Hello, Josie. I'm Detective Joyce and this is my partner Detective Lois. We're from the FBI. We'd like to ask you a few questions."

"That's wonderful Detective Joyce, but I am, however, still waiting for my phone call."

::Josie sits up, looking quite innocent and loveable as always.::

"We picked up one of the tapes from the CCTV cameras at Golden Gate Park, Miss Burymore. Perhaps you'd like to take a look."

::Lois leaves the room and returns with a tiny television with a slot for videos. She puts a tape into the machine and turns it on, pressing play. The black and white tape shows the entrance of the gate. It quite clearly shows Josie appearing with Valerie, then the warlock. Valerie walks off and Josie kills the demon. The tape ends there. Lois watches Josie's face throughout watching this.::

::Josie smiles throughout.::

"I'm good! He's so would've killed me. He had no manners that one."

"So you're going to stop playing dumb with us now, okay? And there are copies of this tape, so don't get any ideas on using your 'powers' on it, okay?"

::Lois puts the tape down and glances at Joyce.::

"Okay, Miss Burymore... what 'powers' do you have?"

"You saw it there. I'm a total ninja!"

::Josie makes some ninja movements with her hands.::

"Ooyah!"

"This one where you appeared out of nowhere. What do you call it?"

"Here I come fools."

::Josie nods.::

::Joyce exchanges a look with Lois and writes some notes down.::