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.
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Post by Glenn on Mar 10, 2007 0:32:19 GMT
“You take the pimps, I’ll take the bookies,” Glenn quipped a little dryly, but with something of a crooked smirk all the same, to soften the edge of the words. He had heard about the incident not long after getting in; naturally, he’d gone straight for the coffee — if one could call it that — and had picked up on the discussion as a few of the station’s uniformed officers, apparently those who had been on-scene for the accident, had been discussing it, whipping up their own theories and brainstorming… in a way. So he had asked about it, and heard it from them. Since then, he had heard about it a grand total of five times… or was it six?
“So what do you have against those poor Sedans, anyway?” he asked, trying to lighten the mood after he had successfully dampened it in the first place. “They’re not… that ugly,” he mused, “and they serve their purpose. Granted, they’re no tank-SUV, but they’re not all that bad once you get to know them.” He smiled as he ‘concentrated’ on his paperwork, going over the file before signing it swiftly at the bottom of the last page.
Slotting it into the ‘OUT’ tray, he looked across at Ophelia.
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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 Mar 11, 2007 1:11:23 GMT
"Right, right," Ophelia looked up at her partner over the file and tapped her pen against her desk briefly, an eyebrow raised before she shook her head, smiling, "How did I know you were going to say that?" The answer was because he was easily her best friend and they worked together more or less everyday.
With a snort, Phee scribbled her own signature on the bottom of the sheet beneath her and made to close the file, the conversation moving onto 'those damned sedans'. "You mean apart from the clunky transmission, the severe tendency to oversteer and the polyester seats? No, they're fine automobiles..." she said, her eyebrows raised and her tone about as sarcastic as it was possible to get. "In a high speed situation they just don't perform, I keep saying it but no one listens and then what happens? Someone gets rammed off the road. Miami gets Hummers... we get Fords and Mitsubishis. I mean, what the hell is up with that?"
The blonde looked up, clearly feeling passionately about this particular subject as she made a grunt like noise and looked down at her paper again, her free hand snaking out for the mug of coffee once more.
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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 Mar 11, 2007 17:38:13 GMT
“Whoa, easy, girl.” Glenn raised both hands, his pen caught between the fingers of his left, and he grimaced, as if Phee’s rage about the Sedan had truly intimidated him, when really, it was ‘old territory’; something they had covered many a time, and something that the taller of the pair simply liked to bring up if only to garner some modicum of amusement from his partner’s passion about the cars and her defence of the ‘classics’ while she panned the ‘trash’.
“Y’know,” he began, lowering his hands and leaning back almost too casually in his chair, “I’m tempted to see if I can’t get you an old Sedan for your birthday, or for Christmas, just to see what you do to it.” He smiled curiously. “I mean, either you’d take a sledgehammer to it, or you’d completely revamp it… I can’t help but wonder.”
Flipping the file off the edge of the desk so the bottom line of it landed in his lap, the document leaned back against the wood so he could read it comfortably, he then reached for his mug, having allowed the coffee inside to cool sufficiently now.
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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 Mar 11, 2007 18:48:39 GMT
Narrowing her eyes at Glenn as he leant back in his chair, she suspected she should have guessed what he was thinking, "I'd have to take a sledgehammer to it if I had a hope of revamping it." Phee 'corrected' her partner, slotting the first piece of her paperwork in the 'OUT' tray, and simultaneously scooping out a stack of loose sheets from the pile that awaited her.
Really there was nothing wrong with the Sedan's for what their purpose was, she supposed, but she was adamant that in a high speed chase they were far from easy to handle and didn't think herself overly dramatic in believing that an error in judgement, in driving the damn things could cost lives. She often had to put it in perspective for herself, they were trained and the training should be trusted.
For a beat she gave a 'you wouldn't dare' type look and then shrugged, her eyebrows rising slightly as she moved on, "Then again I could just rip it to shreds, call it art and retire from all this." At her last words she gestured around the office with her hands, propping her elbow back on her desk briefly as she indicated the somewhat drably coloured offices that were the home of Vice.
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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 Mar 12, 2007 4:05:06 GMT
Glenn laughed, nodding his head, lowering his mug so he wouldn’t spill any of the coffee on himself. He actually agreed with Ophelia, appreciating the more ‘attractive’ vehicles for himself, including motorcycles. He was rather defensive of the one he owned, even though some people were of the opinion that the model was now outdated. In his opinion, the Harley he rode could never be outdated. It wasn’t old, or past its best, especially since it was only approaching its third ‘birthday’.
Leaning forward again, mug still in hand, he set the balanced file aside, and collected another, determined to get back into some kind of ‘flow’ so he could get the pile finished before midday, preferably.
The older of the pair didn’t have much of a problem with handling a Sedan in a high-speed chase, given he had trained vigorously with the vehicles that the force employed in order to guarantee that he could trust himself behind the wheel of any of the cars should he need to pile on the speed, or take a risky turn, or whatever the situation called for. He also wanted to ensure he wasn’t putting anyone else’s life at risk, so having that training gave him peace of mind.
“Oh, you couldn’t quit even if you did hit the jackpot, Phee, and you know it. I should get you a ring; you could wear it on your left hand and then everyone would know you’re married to the job.” Glenn readied himself for something airborne, setting down his mug, and grabbing the edges of the new file to hold up in front of his face so whatever she launched wouldn’t bounce off his head.
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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 Mar 14, 2007 1:35:38 GMT
Phee laughed, "Shut up," she half groaned, picking up a ball made of rubber bands -she liked to have something to play with when she was on the phone- and tossing it across the desk at her partner. She didn't throw it hard and was confident in his ability to defend himself against an airborne attack of this sort.
"That's rich coming from you, Porter," she started, her head tilted to one side, "Who's already been there for three hours? The same guy saying I'm married to the job? Hypocritical..." she sighed and shook her head as if it was one of the saddest things ever. Then she looked up again, smiling as she spoke "Besides I happened to be out last night." the blonde stopped herself and returned her attention to her paper work immediately, maybe a little too immediately. She skim read two sheets of paper one after the other and signed them both in rapid succession before sliding them swiftly into the waiting tray.
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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 Mar 14, 2007 3:48:37 GMT
The ball bounced with a ‘thud’ on the wooden desk, and after hearing that, Glenn dropped the folder and caught the mass of rubber bands as it headed for him, snatching it out of the air with his left hand, and looking down at it. “You’re lucky I know how to catch,” he told her, unable to keep his smile from his face. Phee would have known he was joking anyway; they had worked together long enough for her to be able to read him better than anyone else in the department, he was sure.
“Ah, see, no, there’s a difference between being married to a job and having… nothing better… to do when you wake up early…” Glenn cleared his throat, and set the rubber-band-ball aside, trying to act as cool as you please and failing rather obviously. And then the words about the previous night struck home, and his light eyes turned to her quickly. “Oh, you were out?” He leaned back in his chair again, coffee once more in his hand. “And what, pray tell, tempted you to leave the safety of your apartment?”
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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 Mar 14, 2007 22:08:47 GMT
They weren't joined at the hip; they didn't know where the other was at all hours of the day so it wasn't such an unusual thing that the fact she'd been out and he'd hadn't known. They were friends, not Siamese twins. Phee glanced up, signing her name again and sliding another sheet away
"I," she started, looking smug briefly, "had a date." The smugness didn't last though, she apparently realised her error in that she wasn't keen to divulge details of said date and glanced down at her coffee surreptitiously. It hadn't been awful exactly but she'd had better evenings out and really she'd kind of given up on the guy. He'd gone from being stereotypically intimidated by that fact that she was cop, to quizzing her about her job and that had been the least of the weirdness.
Ophelia went back to her paper work as nonchalantly as she could, sipping her coffee briefly so that she had something to do with both hands.
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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 Mar 18, 2007 22:20:31 GMT
“You had a date?”
Of course, it was only after Glenn had said those words that he realised how shocked they had sounded, and he quickly tried to repair the damage before it could set in, “Not that that’s not allowed of course. Anyway… how did it go? And was it anyone I know?” He was ‘allowed’ to be nosy, the way he saw it; he was the partner and friend. Had he been any other cop in the division, Ophelia might have told him where to shove his curiosity, but he trusted that she wouldn’t mind his intrigue.
Tossing the dropped folder into the ‘OUT’ tray after checking he had finished with it, he reminded himself he had drank his coffee, and then reached for a fresh file. If he stopped his paperwork for too long, he would lose his drive to keep working on it, and if that happened then he would just want to bang his head into the desk.
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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 Mar 20, 2007 0:52:32 GMT
"Yes, I had a date." Phee said, her head tilting to the side, she wasn't letting him get away with using the questions to cover up the surprised sound of his voice even if she wasn't actually that 'mad', if she was honest it was kind of unusual for her to find the time to go out for a date. "Don't sound too amazed, I didn't give birth to a cow or anything." She shrugged slightly, one more sheet going into the tray on the right side of her desk as she looked down, weighing up the full story of the evening against how long it would take for her to cave and tell him anyway. There was no major drama really, it was just one of those evenings that would never amount to anything. No big deal.
She shook her head, brushing awry blonde hair from her forehead again, "No one from the force, if that's what you mean. Just a guy, a guy I met." She said, looking up and blinking a couple of times, "It was a date, it was... date-like. I don't think I'll be seeing him again." With another slight shrug she looked down and shifted her concentration to the sheet beneath her pen.
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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 Mar 20, 2007 21:27:49 GMT
Glenn laughed openly at the comment about the cow; in all honesty, coming from Phee, the comment just wasn’t that bizarre. He had heard worse, and the pair of them were anything but routine and predictable; he liked the spontaneity that their partnership provided, if only because no two days were the same. Sure, in their job, every day had the potential to be unique, which was part of its ‘charm’, he supposed.
Really, he had no right to tease Ophelia about dates when his own record was far from impressive, and his phonebook was hardly bursting at the seams. He just didn’t make time for dating; it wasn’t much of an appeal to him, though if he did meet someone and found them genuinely intriguing, he would usually make the effort. He was fully aware of just how ‘lame’ that made him seem, but he didn’t care.
“Not a keeper then, huh?” Glenn nodded his head, retrieving a fresh file, this one thinner than most of the others, and thankfully, quicker and easier to deal with. “So where did you go?”
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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 Mar 21, 2007 1:39:50 GMT
"Nooo," Phee replied to the comment about the guy being a 'keeper'. Like Glenn she didn't really make a point of going out on dates regularly, there was always the awkward tension and the stupid jokes and... it was just in her experience awful. No one was ever themselves and that was something she just couldn't deal with and didn't really want to make time for. The right guy, if there was one, would have to be himself from the get go, as Ophelia endeavoured to be.
The blonde sipped her coffee, speaking again once she'd set it down, "We went to that French restaurant, Chez... something. I can't even remember, that's a measurement of the night if you need one."
She snorted slightly and looked up 'seriously', laying both hands on her desk and leaning forwards slightly as if she were about to impart some very serious information to her partner. In truth Glenn was really the only person she talked to candidly about this sort of stuff. She had female friends sure but she kind of stuck out like a sore thumb amongst them; Phee didn't get all giggly over this sort of stuff. "He put breadsticks up his nose." She said blankly.
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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 Mar 21, 2007 4:56:28 GMT
Glenn had long ago realised that whenever he did go on a date, his mind would keep drifting back to his job or something related to it, and more than once, he had confused or intimidated a date by bringing up what he did in what he had wrongly assumed was a casual manner. Not everyone wanted to hear about prostitution or gambling rings, after all. Personally, he didn’t see how it could unnerve some people so much, but he was just… used to it.
Laughing, the older partner shook his head, resting his elbows on the edge of his desk as he perused the document in front of him quickly, sighing. “That’s a bad sign right there,” he agreed, meeting her gaze in something almost like sympathy and yet not quite. “Up his nose?” Furrowing his brow but still smiling in amusement, he laughed again. “Oh man, the guy must have been desperate if he had to resort to that.”
He wondered just how badly Ophelia had intimidated her date, or if he’d just been a typical idiot… maybe it had been a combination of the two.
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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 Mar 22, 2007 3:08:12 GMT
"I think it was fear more than desperation," she joked, or half joked; even she wasn't sure which. It was stereotypical perhaps to assume than men couldn't handle a female cop when they themselves weren't part of the force, but Ophelia had met more than enough men to think it was more than a simple anomaly that she had encountered. She knew it probably had something to do with the way she described and talked about her job, the elements that she could talk about that was; her black humour didn't mesh well with some people.
Phee wondered if she'd actually sent her date off the deep end last night, though she was willing to go out on a limb and say he was already near the end of the diving board as it were.
She picked up her hands from her desk and shrugged as she slotted yet another file into the growing collection in her 'OUT' tray, "At least I didn't take my gun. I mean, that would have been something to freak out about. Anyway I was very restrained, at least I think I was. I didn't mention prostitution." She looked up, "That counts right?"
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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 Mar 23, 2007 4:41:09 GMT
“Fear makes a guy stick breadsticks up his nose?” Glenn once again looked up from the document, brows lifting sceptically and almost warily. “Well, that’s a new one. Maybe we can keep a bowl of them in the interrogation rooms, so we know when a perp’s getting intimidated.” The idea was utterly absurd, but he would do it once at least, just to see what a suspect made of the bowl and its contents.
Nodding his head as he briskly signed the file, slipping it away, he said to her in response, “It counts. Well, to me it does, but what do I know? Not only am I your partner, and therefore perhaps somewhat biased, but I’m a cop too. We should ask for a second, impartial opinion… a non-cop. Maybe we can find a random technician and ask for their opinion.”
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