Hey You
Dark Side of the Moon: Pink Floyd
Hey you, standing in the road
Always doing what you're told,
Can you help me?
Hey you, out there beyond the wall,
Breaking bottles in the hall,
Can you help me?
Hey you, don't tell me there's no hope at all
Together we stand, divided we fall.
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The sounds of a PS2 game echo through the house, the screeching of tires, the whoo-whee of a siren, and the sounds of high speed, high stakes competition among two close friends.
"And the master once again wins. Someday, grasshopper, you too will become a master with students of your own. That I will of course obliterate, Just to keep you humble" With those words the young man leaps off the sofa, almost crashing headlong into the wall. "Ok, Ryan, time for lunch. Since I won, I get to pick. And I chose we go out to eat. I just happen to have heard where Summer will be today. No choice- we're headin' off for pizza. And just for you- Summer will have word of Marissa, she saw her at the hospital today. And we've got.29 minutes to get there"
The blue eyed blond on the sofa merely stared, still dazed by the gymnastics required by his friend to avoid the coffee table, the wall, the detritus of a morning spent with graphic novels and gaming strewn across the floor. "Huh, yeah, that's cool, I'm getting hungry- but my shift starts at 4."
"Ryan, Ryan. Never fear, Dad's started his new job, Mom's got a project in trouble so she's gonna be late. It's us on our own. I'd be more than happy to be your chauffeur. Oh gosh, that means I'd have to stick around the beach for your shift. Hmmm, bummer, hard job there Ry, but someone's gotta do it. So just for you, I'll force myself. And it's now 28 minutes and counting. You ready?"
"Yeah, 2 minutes" With that Ryan heads towards the pool house.
Juggling the keys, Seth has almost reached the front door when the doorbell is heard. As he reaches for the door, the visitors start knocking too. Wondering who would be so anxious for an answer, Seth opens the door expecting- flowers, singing telegram, something fun, anything but a uniformed officer and a second man with police ID standing there.
"Ryan Atwood?" The officer asks.
"Yeah, no. I mean he's here but I'm not him" Seth responds.
"And you are?" The officers are abrupt, stepping into the house, forcing Seth back.
"I mean Ryan lives here, but he's not here, here" Seth is now getting anxious "Why? Why are you here?" Seth starts thinking this may not be good. In fact this may be bad, very bad. These guys seem too official, too intense.
"We need to speak with Ryan Atwood, have you seen him today? Does he still live here?"
Seth is getting even more uneasy, this is not going well. "ID, can I see ID?" he manages to get out. He does not look calm, cool and collected, in fact he looks guilty. He feels his anxiety level rise, he gets a bad feeling about this.
Pulling his badge off his jacket pocket, the plain clothed officer shows a Juvenile Probation Department ID. As Seth is examining the ID, the probation officer starts his questions once again.
"We know he's not at work, we called there. His shift isn't until later today. We left a message with his attorney, but we need to see Ryan now. Do you know where he might be?"
Barely hearing the last set of questions, Seth looks up. "Huh, repeat that? Tell me again, why do you need to see Ryan?"
Behind him, Seth hears the click of the side door and approaching footsteps. As he turns, Ryan comes into the view of both him and the officers. At the sight of a uniform, Ryan's body tenses and his walk slows.
The officers turn from Seth, all attention on the young man now approaching. "Ryan Atwood?"
A small nod, his eyes flash from one officer to the other. Ryan blocks out Seth, concentrating on the two men. His eyes drop to the badge back on the probation officer, flicker to the uniformed officer.
"Ryan, I'm your new probation officer. Your Attorney, Sandy Cohen, had asked that your probation be transferred from Chino to Orange County. It's taken us a bit to finalize the paperwork, but we've also seen your name come across our desk in other files. We've been informed of some of your recent activities in violation of your probation. We left a message for your attorney to meet us at juvenile court this afternoon at 3 pm." Reaching into his jacket pocket, the probation officer held out paperwork - "A copy of this was delivered to your attorney's office today. You're being charged with a 777 Probation Violation. If upheld, your probation will be revoked. We're here to place you under arrest pending a hearing."
During this speech, Ryan took a small step back. At his slight movement, the uniformed officer reacted instantly, moving to stand between Ryan and the side door. One hand on Ryan's shoulder anchored him in place. Seth stared in shock, unable to assimilate the current events.
The parole officer continued, "Ryan, we have been informed that you recently traveled out of state without notifying the authorities, were involved in assault and battery and arson and were present during the commission of a felony. You also have a history of attempting to leave the custody of your attorney. We are charging you with violating your probation Do you understand?" When there was no response to his question, he repeated it, "Do you understand these charges?"
Ryan swallowed, his face a mask. With all of his thoughts of what could go wrong in his life, this had not entered the picture. Memories ran through his mind of the events cited by the probation officer. The trip to Mexico. Fights with Luke and his friends. Donny shooting Luke. Running away, yet another fight with Luke and the fire in the model home. Police reports had been written up on most of them, he should have known it would be noticed eventually. He slowly nodded, and managed to utter a barely heard "yes" to the officer's question.
The uniformed officer started giving orders, "place both your hands behind your head, relax your arms. Relax, don't fight it" Ryan's body was manipulated until he was quickly handcuffed. Patting down his pockets, the questions continued "Do you have any sharp objects? Are you carrying any drugs? You have the right to remain silent.." The officer continued with the Miranda warning, his voice thundering through Ryan's mind. Between the commands and Miranda, Ryan felt pulled five different ways. Unable to think clearly, his system was shocked to submission.
As his body was turned back towards the door, Ryan finally noticed Seth standing there, clearly upset and distressed. "Seth" Ryan muttered. Louder. "Seth, call your Dad- now"
Startled, Seth jerked his head up. "Yeah, yeah- Ryan hold on" Seth turned to the probation officer, "Can you wait a minute, I need to call my Dad. Don't take him yet. My Dad will be able to answer all of your questions, he can explain this. He's Ryan's guardian. You have to wait"
The officers ignored Seth's questions, intent on doing their job. With Ryan safely in custody, they were ready to leave. They had done their job, minimum fuss, minimum bother, no screams, no fights, no weapons and best of all, no video cameras. To wait longer would increase the risk of problems. The attorney could answer any questions Seth had, no need for them to be involved in that part.
Ryan however didn't ignore Seth. As the officers pulled him out the door, he looked back "Hey. It's cool Seth, don't worry. I'll be fine." With that, the door was closed and Ryan was gone.
Dark Side of the Moon: Pink Floyd
Hey you, standing in the road
Always doing what you're told,
Can you help me?
Hey you, out there beyond the wall,
Breaking bottles in the hall,
Can you help me?
Hey you, don't tell me there's no hope at all
Together we stand, divided we fall.
***********************************************************************
The sounds of a PS2 game echo through the house, the screeching of tires, the whoo-whee of a siren, and the sounds of high speed, high stakes competition among two close friends.
"And the master once again wins. Someday, grasshopper, you too will become a master with students of your own. That I will of course obliterate, Just to keep you humble" With those words the young man leaps off the sofa, almost crashing headlong into the wall. "Ok, Ryan, time for lunch. Since I won, I get to pick. And I chose we go out to eat. I just happen to have heard where Summer will be today. No choice- we're headin' off for pizza. And just for you- Summer will have word of Marissa, she saw her at the hospital today. And we've got.29 minutes to get there"
The blue eyed blond on the sofa merely stared, still dazed by the gymnastics required by his friend to avoid the coffee table, the wall, the detritus of a morning spent with graphic novels and gaming strewn across the floor. "Huh, yeah, that's cool, I'm getting hungry- but my shift starts at 4."
"Ryan, Ryan. Never fear, Dad's started his new job, Mom's got a project in trouble so she's gonna be late. It's us on our own. I'd be more than happy to be your chauffeur. Oh gosh, that means I'd have to stick around the beach for your shift. Hmmm, bummer, hard job there Ry, but someone's gotta do it. So just for you, I'll force myself. And it's now 28 minutes and counting. You ready?"
"Yeah, 2 minutes" With that Ryan heads towards the pool house.
Juggling the keys, Seth has almost reached the front door when the doorbell is heard. As he reaches for the door, the visitors start knocking too. Wondering who would be so anxious for an answer, Seth opens the door expecting- flowers, singing telegram, something fun, anything but a uniformed officer and a second man with police ID standing there.
"Ryan Atwood?" The officer asks.
"Yeah, no. I mean he's here but I'm not him" Seth responds.
"And you are?" The officers are abrupt, stepping into the house, forcing Seth back.
"I mean Ryan lives here, but he's not here, here" Seth is now getting anxious "Why? Why are you here?" Seth starts thinking this may not be good. In fact this may be bad, very bad. These guys seem too official, too intense.
"We need to speak with Ryan Atwood, have you seen him today? Does he still live here?"
Seth is getting even more uneasy, this is not going well. "ID, can I see ID?" he manages to get out. He does not look calm, cool and collected, in fact he looks guilty. He feels his anxiety level rise, he gets a bad feeling about this.
Pulling his badge off his jacket pocket, the plain clothed officer shows a Juvenile Probation Department ID. As Seth is examining the ID, the probation officer starts his questions once again.
"We know he's not at work, we called there. His shift isn't until later today. We left a message with his attorney, but we need to see Ryan now. Do you know where he might be?"
Barely hearing the last set of questions, Seth looks up. "Huh, repeat that? Tell me again, why do you need to see Ryan?"
Behind him, Seth hears the click of the side door and approaching footsteps. As he turns, Ryan comes into the view of both him and the officers. At the sight of a uniform, Ryan's body tenses and his walk slows.
The officers turn from Seth, all attention on the young man now approaching. "Ryan Atwood?"
A small nod, his eyes flash from one officer to the other. Ryan blocks out Seth, concentrating on the two men. His eyes drop to the badge back on the probation officer, flicker to the uniformed officer.
"Ryan, I'm your new probation officer. Your Attorney, Sandy Cohen, had asked that your probation be transferred from Chino to Orange County. It's taken us a bit to finalize the paperwork, but we've also seen your name come across our desk in other files. We've been informed of some of your recent activities in violation of your probation. We left a message for your attorney to meet us at juvenile court this afternoon at 3 pm." Reaching into his jacket pocket, the probation officer held out paperwork - "A copy of this was delivered to your attorney's office today. You're being charged with a 777 Probation Violation. If upheld, your probation will be revoked. We're here to place you under arrest pending a hearing."
During this speech, Ryan took a small step back. At his slight movement, the uniformed officer reacted instantly, moving to stand between Ryan and the side door. One hand on Ryan's shoulder anchored him in place. Seth stared in shock, unable to assimilate the current events.
The parole officer continued, "Ryan, we have been informed that you recently traveled out of state without notifying the authorities, were involved in assault and battery and arson and were present during the commission of a felony. You also have a history of attempting to leave the custody of your attorney. We are charging you with violating your probation Do you understand?" When there was no response to his question, he repeated it, "Do you understand these charges?"
Ryan swallowed, his face a mask. With all of his thoughts of what could go wrong in his life, this had not entered the picture. Memories ran through his mind of the events cited by the probation officer. The trip to Mexico. Fights with Luke and his friends. Donny shooting Luke. Running away, yet another fight with Luke and the fire in the model home. Police reports had been written up on most of them, he should have known it would be noticed eventually. He slowly nodded, and managed to utter a barely heard "yes" to the officer's question.
The uniformed officer started giving orders, "place both your hands behind your head, relax your arms. Relax, don't fight it" Ryan's body was manipulated until he was quickly handcuffed. Patting down his pockets, the questions continued "Do you have any sharp objects? Are you carrying any drugs? You have the right to remain silent.." The officer continued with the Miranda warning, his voice thundering through Ryan's mind. Between the commands and Miranda, Ryan felt pulled five different ways. Unable to think clearly, his system was shocked to submission.
As his body was turned back towards the door, Ryan finally noticed Seth standing there, clearly upset and distressed. "Seth" Ryan muttered. Louder. "Seth, call your Dad- now"
Startled, Seth jerked his head up. "Yeah, yeah- Ryan hold on" Seth turned to the probation officer, "Can you wait a minute, I need to call my Dad. Don't take him yet. My Dad will be able to answer all of your questions, he can explain this. He's Ryan's guardian. You have to wait"
The officers ignored Seth's questions, intent on doing their job. With Ryan safely in custody, they were ready to leave. They had done their job, minimum fuss, minimum bother, no screams, no fights, no weapons and best of all, no video cameras. To wait longer would increase the risk of problems. The attorney could answer any questions Seth had, no need for them to be involved in that part.
Ryan however didn't ignore Seth. As the officers pulled him out the door, he looked back "Hey. It's cool Seth, don't worry. I'll be fine." With that, the door was closed and Ryan was gone.