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Post by Dr. Jar on Nov 7, 2012 21:03:24 GMT -8
"Most of those came from a different set of accidents, I admit." He says quietly, and exhales. "It is dangerous, most of those guys end up braindead eventually."
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Post by Thy Dungyeon Maestyr on Nov 7, 2012 21:25:01 GMT -8
(OOC, I think Seth was headed out the door! So, with no special plans today aside from physical exams, Ashley can go where he likes. If you have any NPCs you want him to run into, have him do so in a likely place - like the Comm Center - or while somebody's at a post. When you want him to get a physical from Melange, just pop into the downstairs /Zaitun thread and say so.)
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Post by Dr. Jar on Nov 7, 2012 22:56:20 GMT -8
Ashley-- "Alex, I don't have any pictures of my friends, besides Mr. Friskers." He says quietly, with great solemness.
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Post by DKender on Nov 7, 2012 22:59:13 GMT -8
Alex stopped muttering in Latin and looked again at Ashley. "Mr. Friskers?" Must be a nickname. "I'd be honored to see him, Sir."
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Post by Dr. Jar on Nov 7, 2012 23:02:43 GMT -8
Ashley reaches into his coat with his good arm, and pulls out his wallet. It's a small leather wallet, that is usually used only to hold cards. He probably has a few dollar bills wedged in there somewhere. He flips around with his finger, holding the wallet with one hand, and then finds a picture. He then presents the picture to Alex. The cat within is a nondescript white cat with black spots, and yellow eyes. He wears a collar that cleverly has a little bow that makes it seem like a bow-tie in the picture. There are other photos behind this one, presumably and hopefully of humans.
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Post by DKender on Nov 7, 2012 23:10:11 GMT -8
Alex stared at the cat: its little bow, its bright eyes, its precious pink nose. That week, he'd bashed countless skulls. He'd encountered demons. He'd seen a corpse covered in a blanket. But none of that phased him like the cat. In an instant, Alex's face contorted into a pained, heartbroken expression. For a moment, it seemed like he'd cry. He certainly felt the sting of tears ... "H ... he ... he's dead?"
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Post by Dr. Jar on Nov 7, 2012 23:16:17 GMT -8
"I left him in my house when I went to pick up my drycleaning... He's...indoor only, and now he's trapped there." He sounds genuinely regretful, and smooths over the picture. The cat has a wide-eyed expression that is difficult to interpret in the image. "I feel strange...I worry about my parents, but somehow, I feel they have a better chance of still being alive than he does...I locked him in there." He flips to the back, where an obviously Italian older couple sit on a couch with big smiles on their faces. This was probably his parents.
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Post by DKender on Nov 7, 2012 23:30:16 GMT -8
"Then he must be alive. Cats are like ... they don't die easy. Nine lives, remember! We'll find Mr. Friskers. Just talk to Seth." Alex proceeded to look at Ash's pictures ("Your Mom and Dad seem very kind, Sir!") Then, he opened his own wallet to show the man his parents (with their collie dog), his roommate Emiliano, and his ex-girlfriend. He avoided a mysterious fourth picture entirely. After this, Alex will run off to do his physical. And the time loop has been settled.
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Post by Dr. Jar on Nov 7, 2012 23:32:22 GMT -8
-Ashley "You're a good man, son." He seems to mean it, at least at the moment, and says that his parents look happy in the picture.
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Post by Dr. Jar on Nov 9, 2012 20:34:48 GMT -8
Ashley and Patti reenter an empty room. Ivan has gone elsewhere, probably to play dominoes with Tyrone. "Is there something you wanted to talk about? This is close to privacy as I can find." He says quietly, crossing his arms.
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Post by Dr. Maneep Pamplemousse on Nov 9, 2012 20:48:25 GMT -8
"Nice digs... all considered." She looked him directly in the eye. "Look, I don't like bullshitting with people and I like to know who I'm dealing with. Now, if my math is correct, you're either a cop or some form of military cop, am I right?" She doesn't look like she's judging him, just taking measure.
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Post by Dr. Jar on Nov 9, 2012 20:53:07 GMT -8
Ashley turns several shades of red and then white, before looking at his memorials. "Yes. I doubt the crowd here would take kindly to knowing, even if I have always been lawful..Besides the dynamite fishing...No, really, I live to protect people. I'm serious." He says quietly, seeming all kinds of worried now, as if he's surprised that she happened to catch on. She was smart too. "I take my job very seriously, even now that it doesn't exist anymore, I do. Always had a strong sense of responsibility." He gave her a backwards compliment in his mind somewhere, and then tucked that away in his brain.
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Post by Dr. Maneep Pamplemousse on Nov 9, 2012 21:09:21 GMT -8
"Don't worry, I'm not going to out you. Cops aren't too popular here in Seattle. I was an Army brat and I grew up around law and order types. It's what I'm used to. I also know it's a difficult and thankless job. I appreciate it though." She walked over to the impromptu memorial. "I was fortunate enough to not have any real close friends around here. My father and brothers live in a small town and are well armed, so unless some redneck took the opportunity to kill himself a nigger, they are probably in the Big Jeep well on their way to the Guadalupe Mountains by now." She got misty for a moment. "We used to go hunting for ducks and geese near there every Thanksgiving. Last year was a pretty good harvest too." She coughed once, then cleared her throat. "Anyhow, I just wanted us to be on the same page. Hopefully your skills and honor prove themselves worthy before somebody finds you out." "You got any family in the area?"
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Post by Dr. Jar on Nov 9, 2012 21:20:16 GMT -8
Ashley- "You definitely seemed to know what you were doing out there. More than me. I don't think I've broken heads with a piece of pipe before, and I don't think my fists would last with creatures like that." He shakes his head. "My parents live on the outskirts..I am sure they made it out safely, they had to..." He seems quiet. "I am sure they are alright, who would kill them with those creatures out there?" He stares out the window thoughtfully. "My friends in the department...likely everyone on duty was killed. I saw Parker get killed when I tried to report in." He looks at Parker's tag quietly. "Good men, all of them. I could swear my honor on it." "My father taught me some deer-hunting, we'd go out every fall to bag the big bucks...I was never a perfect enough shot for him, but I tried." He sighs, and rubs his lip with his functional arm. "I have yet to do much of worth, but I hope I do. I think some of these men were criminals before...I don't see how that's worse than I am somehow... There are cops out there who aren't crooked, even if I know I'm not the friendliest." He mentally adds 'not the smartest either, but that's for detectives.'
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Post by Dr. Maneep Pamplemousse on Nov 9, 2012 21:36:36 GMT -8
"I try not to judge a group by the worst of its members. When I first moved up here, I saw a lot of flyers calling for justice for a young black man that was shot to death by SPD officers. I was curious, because, well mostly I was just bored. I found the blotter report in the Stranger of all places. Turns out the guy was shot by two officers when he charged them with a knife. The same knife he had used to stab his wife fifteen times with right before they arrived on scene." "So, yeah, I take all that stuff with a grain of salt. Not every young black man that dies is Amadou Diallo." She leaned her back up against the wall. "I'm still thinking about leaving. I don't really fit in here and I think I'd be much safer far away from a population center, maybe somewhere with an abundant supply of fresh, decent food. Not seagulls and pigeons, but deer and geese and trout and salmon." "The only thing that is keeping me here is this ingrained notion that I need to stick up for the little guys. I've always done it at work. Nothing like helping people that can't or won't help themselves though. That gets really tiring really quick." "On the other hand, we did see just last night what happens when the freaky dead folks get guns, so maybe they all got a point. I don't know. I had a stalker when I was in Atlanta, that's why I bought that gun you're carrying and, later, the one I'm carrying now. Creep followed me around for eighteen months. I could never identify him so the cops couldn't do anything about it. I don't know where I was going with this, unless it's to explain why I don't feel safe giving up my guns. But maybe I'm just preaching to the choir."
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