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@Kidd, for your reference, Piper is more or less entirely aware of the information there about Cutter. That section is primarily for you so she can get in on the events Carver and Chris are involved in.
In that case, I guess I'll just wait for Kidd to respond then.
Assuming that we will be moving into sort of a transition soon, are we just going to skip straight to our arrival at the next location, or do you have something else in mind?
Yeah I'm still here when we're ready.
I'm kinda waiting for @Vesuvius00 to post, but I can keep the train going if you need me to?
Chris wasn’t surprised that the information was being passed around wasn’t quite accurate. A lack of accurate information resulted in speculation and rumors. It was the same with anything. People needed conclusions and answers for stability. Without them, they would try to make their own in order to comprehend the situation.
Christopher walked back to the desk and gathered his things as his attention turned back to Carver. Gossip. Chris’ hand held the keys in a tight fist. That would only cause some level of paranoia to waft through the already superstitious area.
“In situations like these, Piper; sometimes a professional needs to be called in to apply their own specific knowledge,” Chris explained with a condescending tone, “and when it comes to animals, there are few that can match my knowledge.”
In a few careful gestures, he slid his card back into his pocket and tested the button on his keys. He could hear a click from the other end of the garage. “Bigfoot may not be too far off the mark…” he mumbled under his breath as he stepped out towards the garage. He stopped beside Carver for only a second.
“I’ll follow you to the station, I suppose. If it’s possible, I’d like to get this fixed up as soon as possible. I have another surgery set for Saturday, and I’d prefer that my office doesn’t reschedule it.”
He started walking to his car, and he was well aware of the snickering that was coming from behind his back. Part of him was begging desperately for one of them to do something… anything that could warrant him kicking their asses. But they were smart. They kept the snickers and the judgement to himself as Chris walked up to his car.
It wasn’t anything special. A used car with boring paint and an average mileage for a car is age. The next investment would have to be a little pricier. He would much prefer to get something with a longer lifespan to prevent interruptions like this in the future.
@Kidd @The Harbinger of Ferocity
Christopher walked back to the desk and gathered his things as his attention turned back to Carver. Gossip. Chris’ hand held the keys in a tight fist. That would only cause some level of paranoia to waft through the already superstitious area.
“In situations like these, Piper; sometimes a professional needs to be called in to apply their own specific knowledge,” Chris explained with a condescending tone, “and when it comes to animals, there are few that can match my knowledge.”
In a few careful gestures, he slid his card back into his pocket and tested the button on his keys. He could hear a click from the other end of the garage. “Bigfoot may not be too far off the mark…” he mumbled under his breath as he stepped out towards the garage. He stopped beside Carver for only a second.
“I’ll follow you to the station, I suppose. If it’s possible, I’d like to get this fixed up as soon as possible. I have another surgery set for Saturday, and I’d prefer that my office doesn’t reschedule it.”
He started walking to his car, and he was well aware of the snickering that was coming from behind his back. Part of him was begging desperately for one of them to do something… anything that could warrant him kicking their asses. But they were smart. They kept the snickers and the judgement to himself as Chris walked up to his car.
It wasn’t anything special. A used car with boring paint and an average mileage for a car is age. The next investment would have to be a little pricier. He would much prefer to get something with a longer lifespan to prevent interruptions like this in the future.
@Kidd @The Harbinger of Ferocity
@Kidd Uhh, do you wanna respond to this first? I'm not really sure what Chris would say in this situation. Carver's addressing Piper, and Chris is kinda stuck here until things get processed...
I'm in my third year for Creative Writing and English Language and Literature. I'm hoping to potentially move into a Masters in social work once I'm done with the massive degrees I'm taking. XD
A level of stoicism returned to Christopher’s face. His gaze gave the man a once-over, and he suddenly had a feeling that this man was probably a little less connected to the police than he assumed. At the end of the day, Christopher assumed that staying around was the right thing to do.
Maybe it was for the best that he was forced to stick around for another day, otherwise, he’d have to make this drive all the way back again the next day. With a heavy sigh, he rubbed the back of his hands and regained a solid composure. It was almost like a change in gears. A shift from the everyday frustration to his more “work-business” composure. He hid the fire from his eyes as he made one final glance at the woman across the desk, mostly to keep track of his credit card before he turned back to Carver.
“Well, I suppose I can’t blame Officer Pierce for what he believes he sees, but I’ve been saying that the biology doesn’t make sense,” Chris stated, shaking his shoulders ever so slightly as the space aired out.
While still talking to Carver, he side-eyed Piper for just a moment, “If you’re willing to wait a few moments, then I can follow you out of here with my own car. I suppose that it’s only right that I offer whatever information I can.”
He tugged at the end of his sleeves and cracked his neck ever-so-slightly. Quickly he ran a mental checklist as ran a hand through the bag at his side. All of his paperwork should still be there, as well as the observations that he wrote down himself from before. He hadn’t really said as much as he could have at the last chance, but there was a small part of himself that related the event to something he’d seen a long time ago.
An image of protruding fangs and blood flashed through his consciousness for a moment as his fingers touched the edges of his notes. There was definitely some uncanniness at play here.
@Kidd@The Harbinger of Ferocity
Maybe it was for the best that he was forced to stick around for another day, otherwise, he’d have to make this drive all the way back again the next day. With a heavy sigh, he rubbed the back of his hands and regained a solid composure. It was almost like a change in gears. A shift from the everyday frustration to his more “work-business” composure. He hid the fire from his eyes as he made one final glance at the woman across the desk, mostly to keep track of his credit card before he turned back to Carver.
“Well, I suppose I can’t blame Officer Pierce for what he believes he sees, but I’ve been saying that the biology doesn’t make sense,” Chris stated, shaking his shoulders ever so slightly as the space aired out.
While still talking to Carver, he side-eyed Piper for just a moment, “If you’re willing to wait a few moments, then I can follow you out of here with my own car. I suppose that it’s only right that I offer whatever information I can.”
He tugged at the end of his sleeves and cracked his neck ever-so-slightly. Quickly he ran a mental checklist as ran a hand through the bag at his side. All of his paperwork should still be there, as well as the observations that he wrote down himself from before. He hadn’t really said as much as he could have at the last chance, but there was a small part of himself that related the event to something he’d seen a long time ago.
An image of protruding fangs and blood flashed through his consciousness for a moment as his fingers touched the edges of his notes. There was definitely some uncanniness at play here.
@Kidd@The Harbinger of Ferocity
Chris was moments away from grabbing something and slamming it over the counter as the woman in front of him squared off against him. Yes, he was fired up, and in another, less civilized situation there was no questioning what his next action might be. The quick announcement of the other person in the room – the slight acknowledgement that someone else was there; that was enough to snap Chris away from the surface-level rage that was ready to crash down on the woman like a tidal wave. The man called out to them as though they were children on the playground Right. This was a work space, a place where other people came. It was not the place to display his anger.
He bit his tongue figuratively as he pulled his wallet from his pocket with one hand and adjusted his glasses with the other. Now he could see the way she was shaking… it wasn’t fear, of that he was sure, but he could tell that something had gotten to her.
He dropped a credit card on the table. The kind of card that showed he had no issue paying his bills as he side-eyed the other man. He quickly took stock of himself and adjusted his collar despite the veins that looked ready to escape his hands. Eye contact was broken.
“Credit’s just fine.” He grumbled right before he heard someone call out his name.
At the mention of the officer, Chris rolled his eyes before tilting his head over to the man. Goddamn it, now what did they want?
“What is it now?” Chris growled. He couldn’t get the ferocity out of his voice at this point if he tried with all his might.
“Look, I gave him the best profile I could,” Chris stated, “and I don’t think it would be best to share that information in a public space. I’ve spared enough time for that station in the past week.”
Chris had developed a habit of being insensitive to the space around him. It was always a conscious thought in his head during conversations that some things shouldn’t be said in an open space. Most likely, this was just a side-effect of his whole opinion of the space around him
It felt like this town bred incompetence.
He bit his tongue figuratively as he pulled his wallet from his pocket with one hand and adjusted his glasses with the other. Now he could see the way she was shaking… it wasn’t fear, of that he was sure, but he could tell that something had gotten to her.
He dropped a credit card on the table. The kind of card that showed he had no issue paying his bills as he side-eyed the other man. He quickly took stock of himself and adjusted his collar despite the veins that looked ready to escape his hands. Eye contact was broken.
“Credit’s just fine.” He grumbled right before he heard someone call out his name.
At the mention of the officer, Chris rolled his eyes before tilting his head over to the man. Goddamn it, now what did they want?
“What is it now?” Chris growled. He couldn’t get the ferocity out of his voice at this point if he tried with all his might.
“Look, I gave him the best profile I could,” Chris stated, “and I don’t think it would be best to share that information in a public space. I’ve spared enough time for that station in the past week.”
Chris had developed a habit of being insensitive to the space around him. It was always a conscious thought in his head during conversations that some things shouldn’t be said in an open space. Most likely, this was just a side-effect of his whole opinion of the space around him
It felt like this town bred incompetence.
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