Simon
Human
LAPD Detective: Vice
I won't stir up the past, I won't look back...
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Post by Simon on Sept 4, 2007 0:24:20 GMT
Indeed, Simon would be able to hold back his jester-like tendencies. No use scaring away the new 'recruit' after all. Pranks and the like would be saved until after the newcomer was properly sized up, as it were. Simon certainly didn't want to go biting off more than he could chew, after all. But maybe, just maybe if this new guy proved worthy, he would receive an extra special kind of prank. It was an honor, really.
"Can't say I feel the same, but France had her share of nasty weather while I was there," the Frenchman piped up with a bright smile. "Summers were the worst, though. Humidity like you wouldn't believe -- almost like trying to breathe water." He made a face for emphasis. "Yech."
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Richie
Human
LAPD Detective: Anti-Crime
This is your life, is it everything you dreamed that it would be?
Posts: 55
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Post by Richie on Sept 8, 2007 19:00:55 GMT
In the past, Richie could give as good as he got when it came to pranks – in most cases, better than he got. He had been one of the primary prankers in the department, responsible for keeping people’s spirits up, an unofficial job that he took just as seriously as the one written down on paper. That had been before though, the misty grey past that he sometimes looked upon with wonder, trying to remember what it felt like to do things like that, to think like that. It seemed worlds removed from now.
Nobody had pulled any pranks on him after; nobody had known quite what to do with him after. Although he was unaware of the thoughts currently in Simon’s mind, Richie didn’t know how he would react to an honest prank.
“New York’s one of those places that’s nice to visit, you know? Nice tourist spot but not so good when you actually live there. Times Square at Christmas and New Year’s Eve is not to be missed though, that’s for sure.”
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Glenn
Human
LAPD Detective: Vice
But it's like no matter what I do, I can't convince you to just believe this is real.
Posts: 41
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Post by Glenn on Sept 10, 2007 18:09:42 GMT
Glenn had always wondered about New York; which rumours were true and which ones were just exaggerations or flat-out lies. It was definitely one of those places he was always curious about visiting though, and as Green had just said, at Christmas or New Year. “I bet Times Square is insane on New Year’s Eve,” he ventured, already suspecting he knew the answer. He could almost picture it, crammed completely, from one side of the expanse to the other, a mass of bodies cheering and excited.
Somewhere along the line, somehow, he had managed to drink half of his coffee without even really realising he had done it. Glenn simply shrugged it off, figuratively of course, and glanced to Ophelia and then Simon, before his gaze returned to the newcomer to the station.
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Ophelia
Human
LAPD Detective: Vice
Run 'round the town singing your blues, I know you ain't going anywhere.
Posts: 39
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Post by Ophelia on Sept 11, 2007 13:23:09 GMT
Ophelia met Glenn's gaze as he glance briefly in her direction. She too had drunk a large portion of her coffee and the caffeine was staring to really hit now, she was feeling a lot more sociable with one and a half, soon to be two cups of the stimulant inside her, her characteristic early morning 'funk' well and truly railroaded. Her eyes moved, as her partner's did back to the new guy, waiting for him to continue. She'd been to New York briefly herself, one of those calls form her mother telling her that once again her sister had gone AWOL and as usual Phee was the one cleaning up the mess. She'd found Bianca in some 'waitress' job in the hip region of the city, the only region that the detective had really checked because there was no way her wild child sister would be seen dead anywhere else. Simple as that.
Momentarily her focus had slipped and she blinked herself back into coherency, she hadn't missed any of the conversation thankfully and the blonde slurped her coffee with renewed vigor.
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Richie
Human
LAPD Detective: Anti-Crime
This is your life, is it everything you dreamed that it would be?
Posts: 55
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Post by Richie on Sept 21, 2007 19:09:29 GMT
“Oh it’s insane alright. But if you’re not working there, it’s the best feeling in the world to hear the crowd count down to the new year.” He gave a small shrug as he spoke, smile twisting onto his thin lips, faint amusement in his expression. Richie could clearly remember being crammed up next to a fat man with stinky armpits on one side, Lisa-Ann on his other, his wife laughing hysterically at the expression on his face at being so close to someone else’s B.O.
As the other’s in the break room eagerly drank their coffee, Richie lifted his mug to do so too, idly looking around and mentally taking notes of all the small little things. You could never be too careful when it came to the details. He glanced over at his new partner after a moment, in case there was anything he wanted to add to the conversation.
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Glenn
Human
LAPD Detective: Vice
But it's like no matter what I do, I can't convince you to just believe this is real.
Posts: 41
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Post by Glenn on Oct 16, 2007 23:25:40 GMT
Coffee was all well and good, but he was going to have the slightly bitter, caffeinated taste stuck in his mouth now that he’d finished his mug-full if he didn’t do something about it, so while the others talked, he retrieved one of the well-stocked bottles of water from the break room’s modest refrigerator, having fetched one for Phee as well, even if she hadn’t asked or even hinted she wanted one too. He held them both in one hand, his fingers wound easily over the two caps to keep them gripped.
“I actually don’t remember what we did last New Year,” he said after a few beats, glancing to Phee and Simon as if the two other Vice officers would know where he did not. “Then again, we were probably working.” Glenn shrugged to show that it didn’t really faze him, and wouldn’t do so if they had to do it again this year. It probably wouldn’t be the last time, either, if that ended up being the case.
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Ophelia
Human
LAPD Detective: Vice
Run 'round the town singing your blues, I know you ain't going anywhere.
Posts: 39
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Post by Ophelia on Oct 29, 2007 2:40:43 GMT
Ophelia noted that Glenn had picked up two bottles of water and smiled very slightly to herself, reminded once again why they were such a good team. The dregs of her own coffee had become suspiciously grainy and tasted more akin to mud than actual coffee and with a disgruntled expression she moved tot he sink to pour out whatever was left over and then to rinse the mug out. For now she flet all patched up blood to caffeine ratio-wise, so she'd wait a while before she tore herself away from her desk in order to get another mug. Maybe next time she'd drag Glenn out of the building and insist that they get something that didn't taste like ground cardboard soaked in mud., Simon and Matthew too if they wanted.
"Working." She confirmed, looking from her partner to Simon and then back again. Not that she could remember what exactly they had been working on, but she could probably take a stab in the dark and say it gravitated around to the usual seasonal vices that cropped up in the city. Porn. Prostitution. Rock and Roll. Such was the life of a VICE cop. Someone had to deal with the 'unmentionables' after all.
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Simon
Human
LAPD Detective: Vice
I won't stir up the past, I won't look back...
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Post by Simon on Dec 11, 2007 20:26:26 GMT
"Ahhh, New Year's," Simon sighed as though he was recalling a very fond memory. "I think I remember that. That was the impossibly chaotic bust out in the boonies, remember? Instead of the sound of corks popping we got gunshots." He smirked and added, "And Mattie got a faceful of AK-47."
The Frenchman could laugh about it now, of course, but at the time, it had been far from amusing. Simon could safely say that had been one of the more harrowing moments of his career. His partner and the suspected dealer had been involved in a rather impressive face-off until, BAM! When the smoke had cleared, the baddie had been shot down and Simon had been beyond relieved. A bit more stressful than the civilian New Year's, but it was something one learned to deal with.
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Roxanne
Human
Departed
There is always a clue.
Posts: 52
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Post by Roxanne on Oct 4, 2009 22:03:18 GMT
POST TIME-SKIP
It wasn't ballistics that made Roxanne's job difficult -- definitely not. Considering that it was her main focus in the crime lab, she'd be crazy to concentrate on something if she wasn't passionate about it. Of course, as much as she liked to focus on the hands-on portion of her work, there were aspects that were less than thrilling.
Mainly, paperwork.
Things had been relatively steady, and while there weren't currently any cases that required Roxanne's particular expertise, she was forced to focus on filling out forms and filing away evidence. She had lost her second wind awhile ago, and as she waited four her third pot of coffee to brew, she reminded herself that sneaking out the back way would not be productive. If she tried to put off the grunt work any more, she would only have more to do later. Yes. Getting most of it done now would be beneficial, in the long run.
She just had to keep reminding herself...
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Tony
Human
Departed
Sometimes the hardest thing and the right thing are the same
Posts: 75
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Post by Tony on Oct 5, 2009 2:36:53 GMT
It said a lot about Tony that nine nights out of ten, he could be found in the police station, pouring over some slide or doing some paperwork when everyone else from the shift had long since gone home. Work, he could understand and deal with and it was always a good excuse when there was the opportunity to be social. Not that Tony had too much of a social life, which led him right back into spending his nights at work to pass the time and thus a vicious cycle was born, one he had no desire to really break.
On the few nights he could build up his courage to actually face the outside world there was always Mike and Tasha he could call upon. And if they ever needed him or wanted him to really come out, then the CSI would do so gladly. Tony knew how lucky he was to have two such people for best friends, more so when one was also his partner at work and he never wanted to forget it. Tonight however, he honestly had to stay behind; a recently reopened, now not so cold homicide case had come complete with a mountain of blood evidence and Tony had wanted to catalogue it and make sure everything was there while the place was quiet and before the next case drew his attention away. Checking evidence against a list was boring work and it called for coffee, Tony unable to ignore it any longer. Slipping out of the lab, he made his way along the corridors and into the break room, pulling off his glasses to give them a quick clean as he did.
Holding his glasses lightly in one hand, with the other holding the cleaning cloth, Tony’s attention was fixed on the black rimmed object, so much so that he failed to notice he wasn’t the only one in the break room.
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Roxanne
Human
Departed
There is always a clue.
Posts: 52
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Post by Roxanne on Oct 6, 2009 4:17:53 GMT
She didn't notice Tony at first, either, so focused was she on the interesting texture of the cheap table at the center of the room. One calloused finger traced the scratches and stains that marred the its faux-wood surface. Granted, the fact that Roxanne had obviously left most of her brain upon the surface of her desk downstairs. Forms and figures swirled maddeningly about in her brain -- if it hadn't been for the caffeine she'd been mainlining for most of the day, she was quite certain that she'd have a terrible headache.
So it was that when Tony walked over the threshold of the break room, Roxanne hardly noticed until he was practically at her elbow. The blonde CSI gave a start and a gasp, "Tony! Oh, god -- I didn't see you there!"
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Tony
Human
Departed
Sometimes the hardest thing and the right thing are the same
Posts: 75
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Post by Tony on Oct 7, 2009 1:39:11 GMT
Thankfully, Tony’s feet knew what was going on far better than the man himself as they slowed to a near standstill, the closer they reached Roxanne. It wasn’t until she spoke that his tired mind which had still been back in the lab mentally cataloguing stains, slides and shirts, caught up with the rest of him. Instantly, his eyes focused, not needing his glasses to see Roxie in front of him. A faint blush spread across his cheeks as he realised he’d almost walked into and knocked over the woman of his dreams. It would have made an impression that was for sure… just something of a bad one. Thankfully, the red tinge was already fading, Tony feeling his face cool down a little.
He carried on cleaning the lenses of his glasses, wanting to put them back on. Truthfully, Tony didn’t need to wear them nearly as much as he did, but they were a good shield and he’d come to rely on the mental courage they gave him, that added layer between himself and the rest of the world. “Sorry Roxanne,” he replied, sheepish expression on his face as he took a step back, giving her some room. “I don’t know where my mind is tonight, I didn’t notice you either.”
Now that was a sentence he never thought he’d say – how could anyone fail to notice her?
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Roxanne
Human
Departed
There is always a clue.
Posts: 52
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Post by Roxanne on Oct 7, 2009 16:04:38 GMT
Roxanne chuckled, oblivious to the color that rose in Tony's cheeks. "Don't worry about it. Looks like you've been here just as long as I have... want some coffee?"
If it wasn't for her love of the job, she wouldn't be able to handle these days of ridiculous tedium. Necessary evil, that's what it was, because if thing weren't in order, well, that could lead to serious problems when evidence hit the courtroom. Roxanne didn't want to be responsible for a mistake that let some creep back onto the streets. She could deal with the deadly ennui if it meant keeping the people of Los Angeles safe.
Besides, so long as LAPD kept their employees comfortably stocked with plenty of java, there would be no problems.
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Tony
Human
Departed
Sometimes the hardest thing and the right thing are the same
Posts: 75
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Post by Tony on Oct 10, 2009 22:16:24 GMT
It both frustrated and reassured him, how oblivious Roxanne could be to any hints from him about how he felt and how he couldn’t help but react when in her presence. On one hand, there was some part of him that wanted her to notice, to notice and actually do something, even though Tony was fully aware of how cowardly it was to hope that she would take the first step. It should be him, he had wanted to say something for so long… on the other hand, there was just as big a part of him that was glad she didn’t notice, the mere idea that might terrifying. What if she didn’t feel the same way – he was pretty sure she didn’t feel the same way. Worst, what if Roxanne discovering his feelings somehow destroyed their friendship? Tony didn’t have a lot of friends and so he treasured the ones he did greatly; he didn’t want to lose Roxanne to awkwardness or anything like that.
“Coffee sounds great,” Tony admitted, in control of himself once more. It was hard to imagine anyone surviving the kind of work they did if they didn’t possess some kind of love or knack for it. Police work in all its forms had always seemed more like a calling to Tony than anything else; he’d seen over the years, the odd cop or CSI who was clearly only in it as a job, who saw the pay check at the end of the month and nothing else. They rarely lasted long, the sheer horror of what people did to each over overwhelming them when there was nothing to stop it, no great desire or love. “What’s got you here so late?”
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Roxanne
Human
Departed
There is always a clue.
Posts: 52
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Post by Roxanne on Oct 13, 2009 5:48:51 GMT
"Paperwork," was Roxanne's reply. The tall blonde finally removed herself from the table and moved to retrieve two coffee mugs from the cabinet. "That dull, monotonous end of casework that we all loathe, but cannot survive without."
Apparently, she got eloquent when she was loopy. Clearly the coffee was much needed and, when the glorious, ambrosial liquid had finished brewing, Roxanne poured out two mugfuls. Her beverage was augmented by heaping teaspoons of sugar, but no cream, and she prepared Tony's java to suit his tastes. Having worked with him for so long, they had shared many a pot of coffee; it would be nothing short of shameful if she didn't know how he took his brew by now.
She settled herself back at the table once Tony had his coffee mug in hand. "What about you?" she queried. "What's keeping you chained to the workplace?"
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