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If anyone I used to RP with comes back to check my profile and is wanting to carry on: sod it, dm me your discord, let's get started again
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Jason hadn't experienced the force of being throttled before. His feet scrambled backwards as flailing limbs headed his way. There was barely a second to react when hands reached for his neck with an expression that wasn't simply to harm. His balance disappeared, causing him to fall back, head hitting the bonnet of another car. He swore through clenched teeth as the world slowly reorganized. The Chinese man lay on the floor, shaking violently. His gun had scuttled out of reach and his head pounded. His eyes flicked around, stopped on the blonde who he suspected had fired the taser. He pushed himself back to his feet and reclaimed his belongings.
"Yeah, nice to meet you." He commented and he made his way over the mess of a man on the floor. He pulled out a basic set of cuffs and tucked the man's hands behind his back. It would do until they could tuck the man away in a cell until he sobered up. "I don't even want to know what this guy was on." He added, making his way over to the car in front. His expression contorted into a grimace as he observed the state of the car. There was little he could do for her but the bodies that followed the sirens were more capable.
Jason could count on one hand the situations he'd rather have been in than what had just happened. His head hurt, he'd fallen on his ass, some guy had been drugged up beyond compare, and now he had a morning worth of paperwork to complete. He'd always wondered how different things would have been if he'd taken the opportunity to train as a park ranger and just spend his time wondering Yellowstone instead of dealing with the hell the city life brought them all.
With a short sigh, Jason waited by the Chinese man as the ambulance and squad car showed up. The paramedic team worked to ease the women from the wreck and onto the stretcher. The two officers pulled the man from the ground, struggling as he began to thrash once more. Jason lifted a hand to his forehead and pressed against his skin, as if it would ease the pain of his impending headache.
"I guess I'll see you at work." He turned to Rowen and nodded. This was the last of what he needed. Pulling open the door, Jason dropped inside and turned the ignition again. Considering the morning's proceedings, he didn't have the time for coffee. Instead he pulled back out in the street and pushed towards the station. He'd have to force down instant once he arrived. His hand shifted gears and pulled onto the busy road, blinking away the pain that still resounded in the back of his skull. There would be a questioning for details later and he needed to remember everything clearly. His thoughts flashed over each drug he'd seen on the streets since he'd started. Cocaine, Methamphetamine, and Methylone were among the first few to float around his mind. Yet, the video from the TV still cracked into view. Jason pulled up to a traffic light and stopped, his fingers drumming against the leather of the wheel. It was only because of his origin. The man could have been on anything.
A few minutes later and he arrived in the parking lot. Things looked busy today- Reaching into the back seat, Jason pulled his bag and jogged briskly into the station. The room met him with a ruckus of shouting and confusion. There were civilians shouting, officers yelling, a woman in cuffs screaming back, fighting with all her strength.
"Grantham!" He heard his name of the ocean of belligerence and followed a senior officer through to one of the meeting rooms. With the door shut, the chaos outside seemed distant. "I need a report filing on what happened this morning. I don't know what is going on but that's the third count of aggravated assault in twelve hours. You'll need to speak to whoever you were with, but I need a report filing before eleven." An aged man, maybe twenty years Jason's senior thrust a stack of paper towards him with little care for anything else. The man gave an exasperated sigh and watched the chaos from inside the sanctuary of the office. "I don't know what they're taking but we have a real problem." He muttered, turning to Jason who at this point was still watching.
With a sharp turn of his head, Jason settled down to filing the report as best he could. His pen paused on details like time, like witnesses; there had been no chance of even checking. Everything had happened so quickly. One minute the world had seemed silent, exactly as any other day, then a moment passed and the whole universe shifted into something more chaotic. With a furrowed brow, Jason began filling in the paper with as much detail as he could remember. The colour of the man's trousers, the beginning of his license plate, what the women in front looked like. He regaled the incident with as much information as he could remember. The pan scratched across the page until he could remember no more. She'd have to fill in the rest; Jason stood from his chair and moved into the chaos once again, waiting for Rowen to come through the doors.
"Yeah, nice to meet you." He commented and he made his way over the mess of a man on the floor. He pulled out a basic set of cuffs and tucked the man's hands behind his back. It would do until they could tuck the man away in a cell until he sobered up. "I don't even want to know what this guy was on." He added, making his way over to the car in front. His expression contorted into a grimace as he observed the state of the car. There was little he could do for her but the bodies that followed the sirens were more capable.
Jason could count on one hand the situations he'd rather have been in than what had just happened. His head hurt, he'd fallen on his ass, some guy had been drugged up beyond compare, and now he had a morning worth of paperwork to complete. He'd always wondered how different things would have been if he'd taken the opportunity to train as a park ranger and just spend his time wondering Yellowstone instead of dealing with the hell the city life brought them all.
With a short sigh, Jason waited by the Chinese man as the ambulance and squad car showed up. The paramedic team worked to ease the women from the wreck and onto the stretcher. The two officers pulled the man from the ground, struggling as he began to thrash once more. Jason lifted a hand to his forehead and pressed against his skin, as if it would ease the pain of his impending headache.
"I guess I'll see you at work." He turned to Rowen and nodded. This was the last of what he needed. Pulling open the door, Jason dropped inside and turned the ignition again. Considering the morning's proceedings, he didn't have the time for coffee. Instead he pulled back out in the street and pushed towards the station. He'd have to force down instant once he arrived. His hand shifted gears and pulled onto the busy road, blinking away the pain that still resounded in the back of his skull. There would be a questioning for details later and he needed to remember everything clearly. His thoughts flashed over each drug he'd seen on the streets since he'd started. Cocaine, Methamphetamine, and Methylone were among the first few to float around his mind. Yet, the video from the TV still cracked into view. Jason pulled up to a traffic light and stopped, his fingers drumming against the leather of the wheel. It was only because of his origin. The man could have been on anything.
A few minutes later and he arrived in the parking lot. Things looked busy today- Reaching into the back seat, Jason pulled his bag and jogged briskly into the station. The room met him with a ruckus of shouting and confusion. There were civilians shouting, officers yelling, a woman in cuffs screaming back, fighting with all her strength.
"Grantham!" He heard his name of the ocean of belligerence and followed a senior officer through to one of the meeting rooms. With the door shut, the chaos outside seemed distant. "I need a report filing on what happened this morning. I don't know what is going on but that's the third count of aggravated assault in twelve hours. You'll need to speak to whoever you were with, but I need a report filing before eleven." An aged man, maybe twenty years Jason's senior thrust a stack of paper towards him with little care for anything else. The man gave an exasperated sigh and watched the chaos from inside the sanctuary of the office. "I don't know what they're taking but we have a real problem." He muttered, turning to Jason who at this point was still watching.
With a sharp turn of his head, Jason settled down to filing the report as best he could. His pen paused on details like time, like witnesses; there had been no chance of even checking. Everything had happened so quickly. One minute the world had seemed silent, exactly as any other day, then a moment passed and the whole universe shifted into something more chaotic. With a furrowed brow, Jason began filling in the paper with as much detail as he could remember. The colour of the man's trousers, the beginning of his license plate, what the women in front looked like. He regaled the incident with as much information as he could remember. The pan scratched across the page until he could remember no more. She'd have to fill in the rest; Jason stood from his chair and moved into the chaos once again, waiting for Rowen to come through the doors.
My post will be up this weekend, I am the worst.
It's fine, don't worry. I just wanted to be sure of stuff before I posted but I thought eff it and posted anyway.
Haha, definitely best rp buddy
Haha, definitely best rp buddy
There was no denying something had set the professors on edge. For the rest of the holiday, the lines of age seemed deeper, eyes carrying a wave of exhaustion they hadn't known for some time. It was as if the whole castle seemed covered in a blanket of dulled anxiety but none of the students knew why. George joined his friends in the chatter of Halloween, oblivious to the chaos that lingered in the ocean 200 miles away from the castle they all called home.
Seine and George spent the remainder of the evening engaged in a round of Exploding Snap with Sadie, hoping one day she'd be used to the wonder of it all. George set out a box of chocolate snap dragons his Aunt had sent on the floor beside them all, the contents emptying as the common room followed. Outside the wind was beginning to howl, screaming the news in a language no human would understand. The Gryfindor Tower slowly dispersed into silence as the student body finally drifted off to sleep.
As the night passed, echoing through without a dream to comfort, the stirring of the world outside began to creep into the world. The stirring of one student after another was enough to wake each dormitory. George twisted himself out of his bed, eyes shifting to observe the grounds outside. The sky was bleak, dark and menacing, a threatening storm of the horizon. The boys dressed themselves in weary silence and began to descend into the halls for breakfast. Seine encouraged his friend to wait for Sadie by the fire and the trio reunited once again.
The conversation was light but cheerful, blissfully ignorant of the previous night's events. They spoke of dreams, of the day ahead and of questions unanswered. They walked into the Great Hall, the familiar soundtrack of yawning following them as they walked. George turned his attention behind him as the uncomfortable sense of eyes stopped on his back. A frown crossed his face as the ever-concerning face of his brother appeared from the sea of students. There was barely a foot between them when Theodore snatched his brother's jumper and pulled him from the Great Hall with an expression he'd never seen before. His eyes seemed contorted with unease, warped with trepidation. Soon however, he stopped, waiting in a small silent spot beside the doors.
"Have you seen the news?" He barely gave George time to answer when he spoke again. "The Daily Prophet-"
"It's not here yet." George spat back. "Theo what's going on?" He asked, his voice squeaking with confusion. His brother merely took a deep breath and checked their privacy.
"There was a break out-" His voice dropped low, whispering the words that followed. "Azkaban; they got out. Dad got out. They don't know who. Mum doesn't know anything more. She didn't want to worry you, but you need to know. It'll be all over the papers." Returning to his full height, Theo rubbed his face and stepped back. "Just try not to think about it. Chances are, it'll just mean moving again, which isn't an issue. Just don't think about it." The boy turned on his heels and headed back into the Great Hall with the remaining stragglers, leaving George on the edge of a panic attack.
He crept back into the hall and sat himself down next to Sadie. His hands felt clammy, his chest tight, his whole body felt like it was going to explode. The student body existed in cheery spirits as the morning post arrived. George merely shrunk further into his robes, toying with the one slice of toast he'd chosen to eat.
Seine and George spent the remainder of the evening engaged in a round of Exploding Snap with Sadie, hoping one day she'd be used to the wonder of it all. George set out a box of chocolate snap dragons his Aunt had sent on the floor beside them all, the contents emptying as the common room followed. Outside the wind was beginning to howl, screaming the news in a language no human would understand. The Gryfindor Tower slowly dispersed into silence as the student body finally drifted off to sleep.
As the night passed, echoing through without a dream to comfort, the stirring of the world outside began to creep into the world. The stirring of one student after another was enough to wake each dormitory. George twisted himself out of his bed, eyes shifting to observe the grounds outside. The sky was bleak, dark and menacing, a threatening storm of the horizon. The boys dressed themselves in weary silence and began to descend into the halls for breakfast. Seine encouraged his friend to wait for Sadie by the fire and the trio reunited once again.
The conversation was light but cheerful, blissfully ignorant of the previous night's events. They spoke of dreams, of the day ahead and of questions unanswered. They walked into the Great Hall, the familiar soundtrack of yawning following them as they walked. George turned his attention behind him as the uncomfortable sense of eyes stopped on his back. A frown crossed his face as the ever-concerning face of his brother appeared from the sea of students. There was barely a foot between them when Theodore snatched his brother's jumper and pulled him from the Great Hall with an expression he'd never seen before. His eyes seemed contorted with unease, warped with trepidation. Soon however, he stopped, waiting in a small silent spot beside the doors.
"Have you seen the news?" He barely gave George time to answer when he spoke again. "The Daily Prophet-"
"It's not here yet." George spat back. "Theo what's going on?" He asked, his voice squeaking with confusion. His brother merely took a deep breath and checked their privacy.
"There was a break out-" His voice dropped low, whispering the words that followed. "Azkaban; they got out. Dad got out. They don't know who. Mum doesn't know anything more. She didn't want to worry you, but you need to know. It'll be all over the papers." Returning to his full height, Theo rubbed his face and stepped back. "Just try not to think about it. Chances are, it'll just mean moving again, which isn't an issue. Just don't think about it." The boy turned on his heels and headed back into the Great Hall with the remaining stragglers, leaving George on the edge of a panic attack.
He crept back into the hall and sat himself down next to Sadie. His hands felt clammy, his chest tight, his whole body felt like it was going to explode. The student body existed in cheery spirits as the morning post arrived. George merely shrunk further into his robes, toying with the one slice of toast he'd chosen to eat.
Sorry for the delay, going to try and post tonight
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