Post by Julian on Jun 6, 2007 23:50:43 GMT
Crap.
He was late. So late. Julian looked at his watch awkwardly whilst trying to fix the strap. Late was not what he wanted to be on his first day but everything that could perceivably gone wrong had gone wrong. Apparently the batteries in his alarm clock had been leaking battery acid and therefore while the device registered the time -with increasing inaccuracy- it did not make a noise when it was supposed to. When he had eventually gotten out of bed and looked at his watch, already five minutes behind schedule which wasn't so bad, Crispin had gotten sick. On his shoes. That was just lovely.
About that time his girlfriend and shoved him towards the shower and pitched in to try and regain lost time, being the helpful soul she was Shelley Craig took care of Crispin, the coffee and the toast while Julian showered and dressed hastily. Shelley was finding it all a little too funny, she wasn't laughing at him outright of course but he could tell that beneath her helpful exterior, finding him a new tie when he dipped the first one in his coffee for instance he could tell she was amused. "Stop." He said, smirking as his girlfriend straightened his tie, smoothed out his lapels and stuck her tongue out at him.
"Never." She responded, "Alright. Go, go, go; catch some punks, or whatever."
Julian snorted, grabbing his keys, "Punks?"
The blonde's hands went to her hips and she frowned slightly as she watched the detective gathering his last few items, wallet and keys accounted for she started ushering him towards the doorway, "I can't say 'punks'?"
"You can't say 'punks'."
"Noted."
Julian had one hand on the door, halfway out of it before he turned and jogged the few paces between them; he planted a kiss on her cheek and grinned, "You gonna be okay? You can stay here if you want..."
Shelley shoved him towards the door, though she sounded amused as she spoke, "You just want me to clean up this sty you call an apartment. I'll take Crispy for a walk and let myself out. Your dishes ain't gettin' done Mr."
That was the end of the discussion, Julian didn't think he'd ever been pushed out of his own apartment before but Shelley continued to leaned out of the doorway until he had gotten to the elevator at the end of the hallway and the doors had closed, the pair of them waving to each other casually. Once he was really on the move him brain turned to the day ahead, his first day as a detective. He wondered what his partner would be like; his mind logically told him it wasn't going to be like Cagney and Lacey. Not only because he was a guy and this was the nineteen-eighties either, but because it was real. At the same time he found it hard to contain his excitement.
Continued in Southwest Community Police Station.
He was late. So late. Julian looked at his watch awkwardly whilst trying to fix the strap. Late was not what he wanted to be on his first day but everything that could perceivably gone wrong had gone wrong. Apparently the batteries in his alarm clock had been leaking battery acid and therefore while the device registered the time -with increasing inaccuracy- it did not make a noise when it was supposed to. When he had eventually gotten out of bed and looked at his watch, already five minutes behind schedule which wasn't so bad, Crispin had gotten sick. On his shoes. That was just lovely.
About that time his girlfriend and shoved him towards the shower and pitched in to try and regain lost time, being the helpful soul she was Shelley Craig took care of Crispin, the coffee and the toast while Julian showered and dressed hastily. Shelley was finding it all a little too funny, she wasn't laughing at him outright of course but he could tell that beneath her helpful exterior, finding him a new tie when he dipped the first one in his coffee for instance he could tell she was amused. "Stop." He said, smirking as his girlfriend straightened his tie, smoothed out his lapels and stuck her tongue out at him.
"Never." She responded, "Alright. Go, go, go; catch some punks, or whatever."
Julian snorted, grabbing his keys, "Punks?"
The blonde's hands went to her hips and she frowned slightly as she watched the detective gathering his last few items, wallet and keys accounted for she started ushering him towards the doorway, "I can't say 'punks'?"
"You can't say 'punks'."
"Noted."
Julian had one hand on the door, halfway out of it before he turned and jogged the few paces between them; he planted a kiss on her cheek and grinned, "You gonna be okay? You can stay here if you want..."
Shelley shoved him towards the door, though she sounded amused as she spoke, "You just want me to clean up this sty you call an apartment. I'll take Crispy for a walk and let myself out. Your dishes ain't gettin' done Mr."
That was the end of the discussion, Julian didn't think he'd ever been pushed out of his own apartment before but Shelley continued to leaned out of the doorway until he had gotten to the elevator at the end of the hallway and the doors had closed, the pair of them waving to each other casually. Once he was really on the move him brain turned to the day ahead, his first day as a detective. He wondered what his partner would be like; his mind logically told him it wasn't going to be like Cagney and Lacey. Not only because he was a guy and this was the nineteen-eighties either, but because it was real. At the same time he found it hard to contain his excitement.
Continued in Southwest Community Police Station.