01-13-2017, 10:22 PM
Brandon watched at the hostility, but only checked to see if Johnthan was hurt in any form. Any blood coming from his ear from possible rupture of eardrums? No. That was good to say the least, but the figure before was very shaken over. That was to be expected. He turned to look back at the Sheriff and at the Mayor, shoving the paper towards them.
"The both of you get out of here" he commanded. "Now..."
They were mostly shooken up at the way he acted, but began to walk out the door. Brandon sighed as he shifted his long hair back, tying it into a bun as he had to handle the situation before him.
"I'm not saying what they did was acceptable in any form. It's not no matter way you look at it. Dawes...that was their son. A Sheriff and a Mayor working together through marriage. Yea, that's tough, but not as tough as what you're going through too."
He listened to the story about going to New Orleans and what was waiting for them there.
"Mardi Gras is over if I recall" he stated. "But yea, that's definitely a good spot for Spring Break all the same. You were only about 50 more miles away from it. I get it though. A trip from Florida to New Orleans can be taxing or at least I'm assuming Florida."
He chuckled when he brought up they looked through the hotel room for any possible evidence, which is where they found his wallet that had his ID on it as well as his college ID.
"I won't get you to sign a confession. Those were the bloodthirsty neanderthals. However, they did get some of your information jotted down for records. Getting a signed statement from to clear that up would certainly help as it would be your actual words and not possible false accusations. What happens afterwards, I don't know. As it stands, you're stuck here and your friends remain to be seen. I can get you a phone call to your family to come and get you though. That may take a while, but you'll be safe here. At least with me around. What do you say?"
"The both of you get out of here" he commanded. "Now..."
They were mostly shooken up at the way he acted, but began to walk out the door. Brandon sighed as he shifted his long hair back, tying it into a bun as he had to handle the situation before him.
"I'm not saying what they did was acceptable in any form. It's not no matter way you look at it. Dawes...that was their son. A Sheriff and a Mayor working together through marriage. Yea, that's tough, but not as tough as what you're going through too."
He listened to the story about going to New Orleans and what was waiting for them there.
"Mardi Gras is over if I recall" he stated. "But yea, that's definitely a good spot for Spring Break all the same. You were only about 50 more miles away from it. I get it though. A trip from Florida to New Orleans can be taxing or at least I'm assuming Florida."
He chuckled when he brought up they looked through the hotel room for any possible evidence, which is where they found his wallet that had his ID on it as well as his college ID.
"I won't get you to sign a confession. Those were the bloodthirsty neanderthals. However, they did get some of your information jotted down for records. Getting a signed statement from to clear that up would certainly help as it would be your actual words and not possible false accusations. What happens afterwards, I don't know. As it stands, you're stuck here and your friends remain to be seen. I can get you a phone call to your family to come and get you though. That may take a while, but you'll be safe here. At least with me around. What do you say?"