Esperanza
Human
Departed
I'll tip my had to the new constitution; take a bow for the new revolution
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Post by Esperanza on Jun 5, 2010 16:02:51 GMT
It wasn't terribly often that so many of them had a night to themselves. Really, it was nothing short of miraculous but, somehow, the powers that be had decided that a shift change was in order. Some of their number had decided to legitimately get the hell out of dodge and as far away from the PD as possible. It was understandable; they spent their lives in that building, working and eating -- occasionally sleeping, too. Could be the fact that Esperanza had decided to stick around said something about her mental well being.
Then again, there was nothing business-like going on in this moment.
The challenge had started with the typical, inter-departmental trash talking. No one within the LAPD's factions really had a problem with one another, but they all had egos in various states of inflation. It was only natural that they let those egos out to play every once and awhile, so those involved -- various members of Vice and Homicide -- had gathered on the one place where this score could most assuredly be settled.
The blacktop. "C'mon, Porter, you can do better than that!"
The tiny Latina skirted around the taller Vice cop with a cheeky sort of smile, bouncing the basketball against the smooth asphalt as she bolted for the basket. When Esperanza saw her opening, she took it, sinking her shot from the three-point line with a triumphant war-whoop.
"Now that's what I'm talkin' 'bout, baby!" she gloated, arms spread wide.
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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.
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Post by Glenn on Jun 5, 2010 22:33:03 GMT
They weren't all so lucky as to have the night off to spend as they wished, but it didn't seem to matter right then who was legitimately off the clock and who wasn't. Many of them had gathered anyway, those that had time to themselves or those with nothing pressing demanding their attention. Glenn was among the latter. His caseload -- along with Ophelia's, technically speaking -- wasn't as heavy or urgent as it so frequently was and when the opportunity to take to the court at the back of the station with several of his colleagues had come up, of course he had taken it.
Glenn knew what happened to cops who spent every waking minute on the job, and he had decided some time ago not to become one of those people. As dedicated as he was to his work, he wasn't one of those officers who let it consume his life. It was bad enough that he dreamed about cases a couple of times a week.
As those from Homicide cheered or even went so far as to high-five when Lancaster scored the three-pointer, Glenn took a moment to catch his breath whilst spreading his own arms wide. "Nice shot," he conceded, "but we're still up by nine." He caught Romano's smirk out of the corner of his eye and allowed himself a full grin turned in Lancaster's direction primarily. There was a quiet chorus of laughter from the sidelines and when a few of those from Homicide shot feigned -- or maybe they were genuine; it hardly mattered either way -- wounded looks in his direction, he shrugged his shoulders, arms wide once more.
For a long time Glenn had been playing basketball, so really, when the challenge had been issued, part of him had been glad, even a little cocky. It wasn't just the fact that he was tall that helped him in the game, but also all those years of practise and enthusiasm.
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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 Jun 6, 2010 23:00:51 GMT
Currently they were waiting on a metric ton of paper work to come through, things that needed the Attorney General to sign off on, surveillance that was deemed 'invasive' and they said was necessary so had to be reviewed and passed around -- in short they were doing a lot of waiting around for permission to go forward on their cases, a lot of which were at a delicate stage so down to the court they went.
Phee took down her hair, re-twisted it and clipped it back into place securely at the back of her head. She laughed and slapped her partner on the back lightly as she came up alongside him in the lull between plays, her breathing just a touch on the frayed side. "Aw,c'mon Glenn. Let the homicide kids have a their moment of glory." She offered, eyebrows raised in mock sympathy. "It'll soften the blow when we finish wiping the court with them." Up went a chorus of jeers from the homicide detectives, on and off the court at the typical smack talk that got bantered around and theblonde VICE detective grinned mercilessly and shrugged, gesturing with her hands around the court as if to say 'what?'.
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Marcus
Human
LAPD Detective: Homicide
I don't need to fight to prove I'm right; I don't need to be forgiven.
Posts: 97
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Post by Marcus on Jun 8, 2010 14:56:57 GMT
It had been several weeks since the call from the church that had led to the accident in the streets that had seen both Riveras out of action as a result of their injuries, but fully discharged and treatment courses taken, they were at least back at work now and able to move around without having every step shadowed by fellow officers who expected them to buckle over at any moment. Marcus, for one, was deeply relieved that he was up and about under his own power again, and couldn't say he'd enjoyed the forced downtime in the least. He'd been back at work for a little while now, with the advice to take it easy and not overexert himself or strain too much, but as far as he was concerned, basketball was in no way overexertion or straining in any way. It wasn't as if he and Wiles had anything deeply pressing to occupy their time. The case that had led to the accident -- that term was used rather loosely, given the sequence of events; it didn't seem right to call it an accident -- was still open but with very little in the way of leads, there wasn't much progress to say the least. The chance to blow off a little steam on the court was more than welcome.
Wiles wasn't far away, smirk on his face and his head shaking back and force as the reactions to Stone's taunt ran their course. As a Rivera, Marcus wasn't the type to take that kind of thing lying down, just as he knew his sister wouldn't. "What's that they say about pride?" Feigning contemplation, he looked around at his fellow Homicide officers before turning to regard those from Vice once again, his own smirk crooked, on the very verge of becoming a grin depending on what came next.
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Roxanne
Human
Departed
There is always a clue.
Posts: 52
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Post by Roxanne on Jun 9, 2010 17:42:08 GMT
Like Paul, Roxanne had gotten wind of the Vice vs. Homicide basketball game. There always seemed to be some kind of friendly competition between the various departments of the LAPD and the higher-ups did occasionally throw together some large scale sporting events for them -- last thing Roxie remembered attending was the softball game last spring.
However, there was something decidedly free about this impromptu challenge. Roxanne could hear some of her colleagues shouting and jeering from down the block and she grinned down at the four-legged companion at her side. The tri-colored collie, it seemed, was just happy to be out and about in the world; Maura strained at her leash as they drew closer and she caught a number of familiar scents. Roxie laughed and allowed her girl to lead the way, slipping into the yard as she watched various amounts of heckling take place. The CSI allowed herself a bit of a mischievous grin.
"Damn, y'all," she called from the edge of the blacktop. "More playing, less yappin'!"
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