#c.elijah01

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"Not unless somebody else had worked out how to access my network without me setting them up with the OS, and Gia would have told me." Cyan murmurs. "But it's all I have because nobody would want to hurt Gia, okay? especially not me." He's reluctant, tattooed fingers flexing weakly around the little piece of plastic, before he hands it over, swallowing weakly. "I should have never stopped paying attention to where everybody was going- if- if I just stayed up still..." he's talking to himself, now. wiping his eyes. "Just have somebody drop it off at my van when you're done." he sniffs. "Can I go home?" It's soft. Weak, all things considered. Cy's not sure if he means his house, or back to LA.

Elijah tilted his head. "Do you think she could've been talking to anyone else?" He asked now but didn't reach out to take the flash drive yet, he wanted Cyan to hand it to him. "You will get it back. All I'm going to do is go through the chat logs to see if there's anything there that will get us some solid evidence." Probably not but everything's worth a check the once.

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Does he remember anything? That much cuts through his panic, the taste of bile in his mouth. "N-No." He admits, softly. "Really, I don't- the last time I was over was a couple days before the flower festival. Gia let me in, and we talked about what she and Sissy had planned while I ran tests on the town-wide coms system, like- like we always did. Um... I got distracted, halfway through and we watched movies and then before it got too dark I went home. I never um, stayed there, I don't think her parents would have appreciated me sticking around past dark so." He swallows tightly. "If the cops hadn't unplugged her computer, I could have pulled her communication logs for you." He murmurs. "It was mostly just the two of us, she- helped me get the systems running, like I said." He pauses, hand reaching to the cord around his neck, pulling up the flash drive.

"I have this?" He manages- it's a whisper. "It's- It was her birthday present- most of it's just... art and books and movies and games she liked so she could have them to play but- before the system cleared the data I pulled our conversations- it- it won't have anything else, I can't access her data anymore with the computer off the network but I- I saved us talking." He murmurs. "If- If it'll prove I'd never hurt her you can borrow it, or pull the information but..." His hand tightens slightly. "I'd prefer to have it back..."

"I know you don't wanna talk about this any more but we need as much information as possible to get to the bottom of who could've possibly had something against the family to the point where they needed to put a piece of tape on their lock and allow the monsters to attack and kill them." Elijah told him with a sigh.

"So please, if you remember anything at all, I need to hear it."

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"....Gia, Sissy, Percy and Mateo." He clarifies. "They were nice to me, even right after I got here. And I know I was mean, at first. I was going through withdraw really bad and the food was weird and everybody looked at me like I was a freak but- they were nice to me." It had meant a lot to him, a stranger in a town that clearly didn't trust outsiders, to have people who wanted him around, when he'd been coming clean off the heroin. He swallows, the distance in brown eyes suddenly focus, as they well with tears and his head thumps down onto the table in front of him. "We were just hanging out. I was supposed to be doing diagnostics but it was just an excuse because I wanted to be around her." He admits, breath shaking as he exhales. "I do that a lot now. didn't used to... make excuses to be around her and Sissy... least I did before she-."

He's quiet for a minute, hands shaking harder before they move to tangle in his hair suddenly. "I don't want to talk about this anymore." he manages- before he sobs, the sound foreign and his hidden face wet with tears- He's shutting down, his usual coping mechanisms kicked cleanly off the rails, confronted with the reality that she's gone- that at least the cops think he would have hurt her. "I was making excuses. I knew the computers would work... I just wanted to spend more time with Gia."

"Nevermores? Can you use their names please?" Elijah asked as he took his notes. "For the record." He jabbed a thumb at the tape recorder, noting it down so they could go possibly interview these too to try put the picture together. "Okay..." Then he moved onto his question instead of lingering on the computer thing, the whole point here was to get things together.

"So, as I said, we were told you were seen entering their house two days before. Was that to discuss the computer thing?" Elijah asked. "Or was it something more?" When Cyan whined that he wouldn't hurt her, Elijah just shot Roxy a look but returned his gaze back to Cyan.

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Cyan can't exactly help the little satisfied smile pulled around his pendant despite it all- he can't help it- a vehement hate of authority means putting one of them on the back foot feels good, no matter what. "It's fine. Mr. Romero got my stuff back." He mutters. It was Duck who brought the man's gun into the station after the incident that day anyway- he'd disarmed him, defused the argument- sent Cyan home. "And then the cops arrested me. One of them chewed gum real loud the whole walk back." He stares silently into the palms of his hands again, shaking and rubbing fingertips against each other- the sensation of fingerprinting ink not foreign- but something he doesn't like, in any case. Elijah asks what Gia was to Cyan.

"She was one of my best friends." he repeats. "Her and the other Nevermores were the first and some of the only people in this town who bothered to talk to me instead of just about me." He sniffs. "We were working on the computer systems around town to get them working again- she offered to help... So we'd hang out when she didn't have work or anything. I'd go to her house and we'd test the systems and then we'd watch movies and hang out." He whimpers- talking about her in past tense hurts and this chair is uncomfortable- and he just wants to go back to bed and be miserable, let the trauma eat him alive. "I wouldn't have hurt her." He whines. "I couldn't have, she- I don't like anybody... I liked her a lot." It fits his profile- Cyan's a recluse, decidedly cold, even in his best moments. He'd been a much lighter person, out and about with the Nevermores.

"Great." Elijah wrote his notes down but glanced over as Cyan continued to speak. "Um... you don't have to tell me everything, I still have questions to get to." He just waited until Cyan was finished then frowned some. "No one is mentioning any xenophobi- look. why don't you just let me talk, yeah?" It was frustrating, not getting a word in but he was told in advance about Cyan being autistic so had to handle this differently so remembered his training.

"I'm sorry, I have no control over what was taken from the house, that was the Sheriff's order. Trust me, I tried to stop that from hap- that's not the point, let's get back on track and back to the start. What was your relationship to Miss Rodriguez?"

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"....Cyan Neon Canne..." He mutters, eyes locked on the table in front of him- tattooed fingers wringing against each other tightly. "But I guess if your folder's that big, you know who I am, huh? So. Silas Neon Akuji Chiyoda. Don't... try to pronounce that... October 28th, 1996. I'm 26 years old." His previously long dark hair sits clipped tight to the back of his head- his teeth worry desperately at the silicone rubber of the skull necklace he's always wearing, threatening to break through. "I know well enough that cops have a tendency to follow the most obvious lead, and I'm also well aware that I'm that, given Gia and I's closeness, and the fact that after a decade in isolation, someone like me makes a certain kind of person assume the worst. It'd be easy, right? If it was me?" His voice breaks, pupils in brown eyes pinhole tight. "but it wasn't. Gia was one of my best friends. I... I cared about her, a lot." That's a lot for somebody like Cyan to admit to.

"I pulled a gun. I'll admit to that freely. But your officer was trying to freely redistribute things that belong to me. I'm one of the only Japanese people in town, the things had my name on them in kanji. My livelihood was over if he decided to pass very specialized tools off to any Dick and Jane who asked for them. And one of my best friends had been murdered. I saw her body, Officer. I wasn't exactly thinking straight." He swallows tightly. "and can you blame me for being distrusting? of a town full of armed strangers? Some so willing to admit to their xenophobia that I had to change my last name to something they could pronounce? I would have checked my gun with the rangers if I ever wanted to use it."

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"You understand why we've had you brought in, right?" Elijah set the file down on the table then sat himself on the other side from Cyan. He set up the tape recorder and hit record. "Can you state your name and date of birth for the tape, please?" He glanced through the... quite chunky file they had on Cyan and sighed some at the recent incident, this did not look good for him. Elijah looked back over, he was a state but this really needed to be done. "You were seen entering the Rodriguez household two days before they were murdered then on the day of... well, you remember a very public display and a gun, not the best way to keep yourself off the suspect list is it?"