[h1][center]*~*[color=BurlyWood]Alan Woodard[/color], [color=OliveDrab]Dominic Greyjoy[/color] and [color=LightCoral]Morgan Reginald[/color] ~ Present Day ~ Lake Tahoe, Earth*~*[/center][/h1]

Coming into consciousness after a few hours, all Alan could feel was pain. Everywhere. Opening up his eyes slowly, wincing immediately as the very dim lighting of the cell block felt like a freight train had pummeled into his brain, he felt the cool cement of the floor pressing into his cheek. He wasn't sure exactly [i]when[/i] he had fallen asleep, or why, but he was damn sure now that he had been drinking. The familiar feeling of each and every one of his muscles, squeezed for their water in his major dehydration for over-consumption of alcohol made the freight train in his head feel like a feather tickle. The only positive thing he could say about this entire experience was that he felt somewhat rested, despite the pain all over.

"Man, I slept like a log..." He muttered to himself quietly, using the strength of his arms to push himself up a bit.

"Fitting...Pinocchio." A voice marked with a light Scottish accent spoke up from the other side of the bars. Dominic Greyjoy, garbed as if he were still in the Fairy Tale World stood outside the jail cell, a single hand planted in his coat pocket, the other cupped his chin as he eyed the young man on the floor with a raised eyebrow; a look of disgust and amusement in his eyes. 

Remaining on his hands and knees, for the most part, Alain lifted his head up to follow the source of the voice. His dark hair blanketed over his eyes, but squinting hard enough (from the lighting above) he was able to get a good picture of what he was looking at. Brushing off his given name as some sort of jab at the songs he had been singing earlier, Alan instead focused his energy on getting himself upright. Reaching out one hand, he grabbed hold of the metal bar in front of him, only reaching with his second hand to grab another bar after he had a good grip and relying on his upper body strength to pull him up.

Laughing lightly at nothing in particular, Alan sunk into the spacing between the bars, keeping his eyes on the man with a majority of his arm though the open space with half his face wedged between the bars, he lifted his arm in a pitiful, energyless attempt to gesture at him.

"'nd I thought... 'nd I thought the pedofiles... were s'posed t'be on [i]this[/i] side of the playground..." He said, waving his arm back through the bars in a grand sweep to gesture to inside his cell.

"Bold words coming from an adult who's already bedded two teenagers. How old were they, eighteen, [i]maybe[/i]?" Dominic replied nonchalantly, though there was a certain coldness to his words. 

Drawing in his lower lip between his teeth, Alan let out an elongated, eggagerated 'pffft' with a an even slower wave of his hand, as though it were of little importance.

"More than that brah, 'nd younger too... I think... but you'd know all 'bout them youngins wouldn'tya pedi?"

"Hold your tongue!" Dominic began harshly, his eyes narrowing sharply before he continued on, in a slightly calmer tone. 

Alan promptly raised his hand to his face and stuck out his tongue. He then trapped his tongue between his thumb and forefinger and held it there, going a little cross-eyed as he tried to see what it was that he was doing, realizing that his tongue was still a little numb.

"Thirteen years...thirteen years since you were sent over here and [i]what[/i] have you accomplished, eh? The drinking, the gambling, the drugs, the whores. Real paragon of virtue, you are. What were the words: [i]Selfless, brave, and true[/i]? Nice job there." Dominic commented with a deep frown on his face. 

"Buh ith wath [i]thooooo[/i] wurth ith!" Alan attempted to reply, still holding onto his tongue while resting his head between the bars again, as though it were the only thing keeping him upright. Finally releasing his tongue, licking his lips a bit and reaching out to wipe his fingers on the man's shirt, he stood up a bit straighter, using both hands to keep him upright now on the bars that seperated them. "Come for a magic show laddie?" He then asked, tilting his head a bit and doing what he could to impersonate the man's Scottish accent. "Cuz the shops a bit closed righ' now... though you can have a bit'of'o discount since the hot mamma lass referred ya. She likes it when I sing, and I sing from the heart..."

"You want me to break your nose now, or later?" Dominic snarled, ignoring Alan's last words. "The Sorcerer and I had a little chat last night. He's not exactly happy with the fact you completely ignored your duties for the last thirteen years. Have you [i]any[/i] idea how important your job is? Or does it require basic brain function to figure out? You may [i]think[/i] you're some kind of suave magician, but in reality you're just a wood [i]puppet[/i] trying to fit in where he doesn't belong." Dominic spat, adding emphasis onto the word 'puppet' as though it were a bad taste in his mouth. 

Alan's glossed over, still slightly intoxicated eyes darkened a fraction, the man's words being the ones that finally settled into his brain on what it was that was happening here, the thought alone sobering him up a bit. He was from [i]there[/i]. From [i]his[/i] world. Pushing himself away from the bars a bit, Alan stood up as tall as he could and ran his fingers through his hair, pushing his long bangs out of his eyes, exhaling a long, deep sigh from his nose. It figured that Ilya would send someone to do what he couldn't. It wasn't the words of the man that had him somewhat unsettled, but the nature behind them. Whether he liked it or not, his past was catching up with him, he just wasn't ready to face it. Not yet.

"Rape! Rape! Hey lady you out there? This man is trying to touch me! The hell kind of security you got goin on in this place! Hey! Get off me you freak! Help! Rape!"

Shooting the man a sort of smile, Alan opened up his mouth to continue to call for the woman who had arrested him in the first place.

"What the hell are you yelling about?!" Dominic demanded with a look of complete shock on his face. "You're in a damned cell, and I'm [i]outside[/i] the cell, now use your ears instead of your mouth and [i]listen[/i]...does this little act of yours [i]amuse[/i] you? Do you find it-"

Taking a few more steps back for good measure, Alan promptly stepped backwards onto the small cot that was supposed to serve as his bed and plunged both pointer fingers into his ears and shut his eyes.

"When you get in trouble and you don't know right from wrong, give a little whistle! Give a little whistle! When you meet temptation and the urge is very strong, give a little whistle! Give a little whistle!"

Shaking his head in utter disgust, Dominic wasn't sure [i]what[/i] he could say that wouldn't result in him simply shouting at the man in a string of curses. 

"You disgust me...I don't even know [i]what[/i] the Sorcerer saw in you that made him think you'd be a good Guardian. You're good for little more than firewood. I will tell you this though..." Leaning in until he was practically inches from the bars, Dominic continued in a hushed whisper, "If you so much as look at Eliza the wrong way, I'll break every bone in your body, you understand me?" Dominic finished with a hiss, a frankly predatory look on his face, with a certain steely resolve to his words that solidified the fact that he had every intention of going through with his threat. 

Morgan woke up to the sound of shouting, with completed paperwork on the table. She groaned as she woke herself up, and she grumbled "The Hell...?!" She stood up and headed back to the cells to hear that it was the crazy drunk Pinnochio again. She walked in to see an older man standing in front of the crazy man. 

She called loudly in order to catch both of their attentions "Hey!" trying to silence the drunkard from last night. 

Dominic's expression faded from the fierce anger it had to a more neutral one as he cocked his head, looking towards the source of the interrupting voice. 

"Good morning, Officer." He greeted politely, a complete 180 from his earlier tone and look. "I apologize, am I disturbing something?" He asked, retaining a sort of formal courtesy in his mannerisms. 

Hearing a dull hum of what he knew was a female voice, Alan pulled his fingers out from his ears and opened up his eyes, relieved that [i]finally[/i] the police were doing their job. Hopping down back onto the cement floor from the cot, he outstretched an arm and pointed a finger at Dominic.

"He tried to touch me."

The man in the cell next to Alan's commented out loud from his cot, indicating that he had been listening to the whole discussion, "Your nose just grew longer, Pinocchio,"

"Hey! You want your quarter back or not?" Alan shouted back to his almost cell mate.

"Keep it, Woody! Your singing sucks!"

Morgan placed her hands on her hips, and she answered Dominic (after scanning his attire...well, she wasn't one to comment on someone's sense of fashion, no matter how strange it seemed to her) with a question of her own, "Who let you come back here? Visiting hours aren't until two hours from now," The tone of her voice implied that she was starting to think that Dominic may be there to help Alan break out of jail.

"I beg your pardon, ma'am...I must not have caught the sign. The door was unlocked, so I assumed the building was open to visitors. But, if that is [i]not[/i] the case, then I should be on my way." Dominic replied in a tone that was nothing less than amicable. 

Alan merely responded by shooting Dominic a rather smug look, raising his eyebrows a few times in a taunting fashion.

Morgan calmed down slightly when the man seemed to be cooperative. She noticed that Alan was taunting the older man. When he said that he should be on his way, she said to him "Thank you," She then said to him "Why don't you let me walk you out? I'd like to ask you some questions," 

"Hm? Yes, certainly, that'd be fine." Dominic replied with a warm smile, looking the detective in the eye as he spoke. He kept his posture casual and inviting, with little-to-no appearance of hostility or danger about him, aside from his somewhat shambled appearance. 

The detective nodded towards the direction of the doors leading out of the cells, and she suggested politely "Shall we then," Before the two of them left, the cell mate called after them, "Don't forget to ask about Woody's pedophilia!"

Morgan walked with Dominic and as she did, she asked "So...how are you acquainted with Mr. Alan Woodard, Mr...?"

Nodding simply as he began to follow the detective, Dominic managed to keep a straight face, even when she asked her question regarding his relationship to Alan. 

"Dominic Greyjoy. I'm a museum worker out of state. Mr. Woodard's father and I knew each other awhile back, before Alan was born. I didn't expect to run into him here....even [i]less[/i] expected to find him in these circumstances." Dominic replied, keeping his composure expertly. 

Morgan nodded and asked, deducting from his statement that he and Alan haven't met with each other very often, at least not often enough for Dominic to know about certain details about Alan, "I see. Pardon my curiosity, but how did you hear that Mr. Woodard Jr. was here in the first place?"

"I first came here to meet with one Eliza Brie. I'm very close friends of the family and will occasionally vacation up at the ski lodge throughout the year. Alan has spent the last few days up at the lodge performing. Parlor tricks and the like. I heard a rumor of a magician being caught and arrested not far from the lodge; gambled on the chance it might be him." Dominic answered cordially, almost surprised with himself at how quick he had been with a cover story. 

The detective raised an eyebrow at Dominic's statement that Alan has spent the last few days at the lodge performing. There was no 'I heard' or 'I thought', no indication that this was just Mr. Dominic Greyjoy's line of thinking, it was just stated as a fact. That was quite peculiar to Morgan, considering that he didn't know Alan Woodard very well, and that he wasn't sure if the arrested magician he heard about was Alan or not. 

This man was lying about something...Now Morgan wasn't quite too keen on commenting that she had met an Eliza Brie yesterday. 

She asked "Did Mr. Woodard discuss with you as to why he was incarcerated?"

"No, he did not. Though given his behavior, I've no doubt alcohol was involved [i]somehow[/i]." Dominic replied, silently hoping the exit was close. He was never one for the cloak-and-dagger routine. 

Morgan nodded "It was," Soon they reached the front door, and Morgan politely opened the front door for Dominic Greyjoy, and she said politely "Have a good day, Mr. Greyjoy," 

"Thank you, Detective...you as well." Dominic bid courteously with a short bow of his head before leaving the police station, heaving out a heavy sigh of relief once the door was closed. 

Morgan watched Dominic leave before she headed back to the cell in order to question Alan. Now that he was awake, and (possibly) sober, it was time to get coherent information from him.