Richie
Human
LAPD Detective: Anti-Crime
This is your life, is it everything you dreamed that it would be?
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Post by Richie on Apr 10, 2007 23:36:02 GMT
Richie shook his head in apparent disgust, shooting Quinn a dark glare. “Heathen...” he muttered dramatically. “They paired me up with a heathen... we're going to fix this at a later date, you and I, understand?” The tone may have been light and joking, but Richie meant every word, even if he had to kidnap the other man and tie him to a chair. Again, it wasn't obsession but the simple fact if he wanted to understand even half of what Richie said, then he would need to know and understand the movies. Richie was more than willing to do the reversal if needed.
“So, what is like round here?” Richie asked, abruptly changing the subject. “Do we have any active cases, what's the last case you did? What is it like round here?” He figured it wouldn't be completely different from his stint in the Gang-Impact team, but the name was different, which meant the aims were different and while the Captain had given him a quick run-down, hearing it from Quinn was important.
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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 Apr 17, 2007 18:32:17 GMT
Richie listened intently to Quinn as he spoke, all traces of the Star Wars fan gone and in his place was work driven, focused Richard Green. He wanted to do well here, to fit in to some degree – enough so that people would accept him and leave him be, but not so much so that people started poking their noses into his life. Richie wanted to be able to do his job well, because his badge and the honour and responsibility that came with it were all he had left.
“When do you think we're get assigned back into the field then?” he asked. “I mean is the Captain someone who's likely to send us out soon or is he one of those who makes the new guy 'settle in' by keeping them at the desk for the first week or so?” Richie had had his share of bad ass captains who were not afraid to remind everyone who was boss and he hoped he hadn't ended up with yet another one.
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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 Apr 23, 2007 1:07:53 GMT
That news was reassuring to Richie, glad that he hadn’t drawn the short straw in terms of Captains. Now all he had to worry about was his partner. It was far too early to be making any kind of judgment on Quinn, but from what he could see the man seemed okay even if sadly lacking in certain all important areas of knowledge. It was a good thing really that Richie was on hand to complete his education.
“Excellent. I’m looking forward to getting to know my new city…” That reminded him, he still needed to find a place to live full time. A faint grimace passed over Richie’s face at that thought, the cop having no clue when he would be able to find the time to go home hunting. Or how he would make sure he ended up in a decent part of the city – Richie hardly wanted to live somewhere where there was a shooting every other day.
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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 Apr 24, 2007 13:39:43 GMT
“Right now, the only thing I want to find in the city is a number of cheap and good take out joints. Oh and somewhere to live. I guess that’s pretty important. I mean don’t get me wrong, the Silver Sands is a fine place to stay for a couple of days but its sorta hard to just live out of boxes. Really need my own place.” Richie shrugged lightly as if finding a place to live was the least of his worries. For a moment or two he remained silent before taking pity on Quinn and giving him a serious explanation of part of his life.
“The whole move down here was very sudden. Only got into LA a day ago and only transferred about a week ago. There hasn’t been time to find a home.” Of course without Lisa-Ann, there could never be a home, just a series of rooms where he ate and slept. Perhaps in time, it would become enough.
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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 Apr 29, 2007 17:54:45 GMT
It was certainly tempting to go along with Quinn’s idea and after a few moments longer considering it, Richie decided he would. It seemed to make the most sense after all and be the easiest course of action. He didn’t really care where he lived, so long as it was a habitable place. To be near to the station would just be an added bonus – he had no intention of visiting any of the entertainment or leisure spots around the city.
“Sounds good to me,” Richie remarked, picking up a pencil and twiddling it between his fingers. “I’ll give him a call in a bit, if you’ll give me the number.” The detective pulled one of the clean sheets of paper from a stack on his desk, pencil now posed above it. “And any take-out joints. Already feeling the need for something hot, greasy and bad for you.”
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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 May 8, 2007 2:25:37 GMT
He ducked his head down, nodding absently but intensely listening to and storing everything his new partner was saying. Despite having no plans to go to any club, Richie never knew when such knowledge like the name of the Onyx or the quality of its entertainment could become important or an issue. Things which seemed the most trivial, the most unimportant were nearly always facts which by Murphy’s law then became crucial links. It was just the sick way the world sometimes operated.
Richie easily scribbled all the numbers down as well as jotting a name next to each of them, his training enabling him to retain such string of numbers easily. The detective supposed that once this was done he should phone the landlord. And maybe see if he could get a look around the station – so far he knew his way to his own department which was useful sure, but the rest of the building was an uncomfortable mystery to him.
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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 May 11, 2007 23:03:05 GMT
It was highly unlikely that Richie was going to need the number of a vet. He had no pet and had no plans to get a pet – if he could only barely manage to look after himself, then there was no chance he was qualified to look after something as helpless as an animal. In the weeks following the loss of his wife, he had managed to kill all her plants through lack of attention and although he wasn’t anywhere near that state now, Richie still didn’t want to risk it. Not another death on his consciousness.
Casting an eye over the list of numbers and notes he had scribbled down, he was satisfied he had what he needed to get by for the immediate future at least. “I’m ready,” Richie announced, folding the paper neatly into half and then half again before slipping it into his pocket. He had to admit, he was curious to see the layout and everything the station had to offer.
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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 May 15, 2007 5:13:28 GMT
He stood up as well, fingering the folded paper that rested in his pocket for a couple of moments without even really thinking about it. Richie knew all about the ‘sludge’ that was found in the break room – it managed to exist in pretty much every police station known to man and was the stuff of legends.
Exactly how there managed to be at least one person in every station with the ability to make good coffee bad and how this person managed to be the one making the coffee the most often, Richie didn’t know. Cosmic karma he supposed.
“Lead the way Valin.”
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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 Dec 20, 2007 17:54:28 GMT
POST TIMESKIP
The deal was supposed to have gone through today, with Richie getting the phone call to let him know that the apartment was finally in his name and he could move into it. Last night was supposed to have been his last night sleeping on a hotel bed, with his clothes still mostly in his suitcases and everything that wasn’t necessary to survival but made a place a home still packed up. Only the landlord hadn’t called and Richie had made the mistake of giving them his work number – they’d insisted on a land line – and so he was stuck at the station, rocking his chair from side to side and staring at the silent phone on his desk as though he could mentally will it to ring.
He wanted to get the okay so he could get out of the station in case there was a chance Christopher Tyler was still about. A pale red flushed on his cheeks at the mere mental thought of the other man, Richie bitterly cursing himself. Of all the stations in all the cities in all of America he had to transfer to one which held almost as many memories as the one he had been running away from. Seeing the other man face to face had been awkward to say the least, Richie wanting nothing more than just to get away from him and the other cops clustered around him, all asking after the health of Tyler’s shot partner.
That topic hadn’t helped his mood.
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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 Feb 24, 2008 19:58:16 GMT
The rest of the department was quiet, lights mostly dimmed and with only the occasional hum of a computer and gentle clacking of fingers against letters on a keyboard to let Richie know that there were other people still on the floor. The captain was probably in his office, working on something or other. Richie knew he had plenty of work to be doing himself but it was hard to focus on anything when he was still waiting for his damn phone to ring and let him know he was getting his own place at long last; the springs in the hotel bed were starting to conspire against him he was sure of it. Jabbing into his flesh at every possible chance and making sure a night’s sleep was more like a waging some kind of invisible war against an enemy that knew every weakness you had without you being able to land a single blow.
He tapped the rubber end of his pencil lightly against the desk, flicking the instrument up and down, up and down, over and over again, finding some comfort in the repetitive sound and action. The pile of paper work that still had to be done were sitting by his computer mocking him – there was always paperwork to be done, it was one of the downsides to policing that hadn’t really been touched upon in any of the speeches given about the virtues of being an officer of the law. Richie sighed and reached up with his free hand, pinching a little at the bridge of his nose before reluctantly pulling the top sheet towards him. It would at least pass the time and the sad fact was, he didn’t have anywhere else to be, no social life to speak of.
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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 Apr 4, 2008 15:02:42 GMT
If Richie had to look at another boring piece of paperwork where he had to justify his spending or his time, or why he had decided to deal with one offender of the law and not another then he was going to do something unpleasant. Scream in frustration was the cliché response but Richie had never been a huge fan of going down the completely predictable route and personally he was leaning towards something more along the lines of sticking pencils up his nose and proclaiming to be the emperor of Patagonia – at least it would be a break in routine.
He dropped the half completed form back onto the desk, rocking his head back to look up at the ceiling in a vain attempt to strive off the boredom. Richie couldn’t stay here another minute, he just couldn’t. New apartment be damned, if they were going to phone then they really should have done so by now. Then again, Richie shuddered at the thought of having to return to that rock filled mattress.
There was always a compromise between the two, the detective rolling his eyes at himself for not having thought of it before now and he straightened back up in his chair, reaching out to jab at the phone on his desk. There was a reason why call divert had been invented and just because the landlord thought he was calling a landline didn’t mean Richie had to answer that same phone when he could have it set to buzz his cell. Good humour slightly restored at the thought of not being chained to his desk any longer he fished out the keys to his beloved car. It had been days since he had last taken her out for a proper drive and time she deserved one.
Continued at: Rayne’s Territory: Parks etc: Blackwood Park
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