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logsville2021-01-16 04:55 pm
helloneighbor) wrote in logsville2021-01-16 04:55 pm
(open) you're gonna need a heap of glue when they all catch up with you
Who: Chief of Police Dale Harding and YOU
When: January 16th — February 1st
Where: Throughout town
What: Santa Rosita's very dignified chief of police makes some very dignified appearances around town, meeting and greeting some very undignified people.
Warnings: Language, alcohol abuse, one man's poor life choices.
[Interesting fact: Approximately 25-30% of drinkers are resistant to hangover symptoms.
Dale Harding is not in that percentage.
Santa Rosita's chief of police is certainly an elusive figure. Many of you likely haven't seen him since the Christmas gala. In fact, as you go about your business today, running errands throughout Shadyside and Santa Rosita, you might even miss him altogether. But once you notice the 5'7 man with his unbuttoned sleeve cuffs and distinct lack of service jacket or hat that would mark him as an officer, save for the shiny silver badge pinned to his belt along with the holstered handgun, it's difficult to ignore him. He doesn't look like the other police officers you've seen around town with their plastic smiles and neatly pressed suits. For starters, he doesn't smile at all — and that's not likely to change no matter what he's doing and where you see him.
Harding doesn't keep morning hours, so you're more likely to spot him in the afternoon and at night. Most of the time, you'll see him slowly driving through Shadyside in his police cruiser. Occasionally, he'll be parked in front of Santa Rosita Elementary, always at lunchtime, watching the kids play at recess with his flask to his lips. Other times, you'll see him parked in Rose Garden Park, lying back in the front seat with his sunglasses on. You don't realize it yet, but this will all make sense when you get closer and notice, perhaps not inconspicuously, the string of drool trailing from his lips.
And yet, rarest of all, you'll see him on foot in North Santa Rosita. In the morning and at night, he'll go to the Blue Moon Diner, the bell over the door jingling as he walks in and takes a seat at the counter. Ordering a cheeseburger and coffee, he'll sit silently waiting for his food with his elbows on the table, his fingers laced, pressing his forehead into his hands.
Surely this is the best time to say hello!
ooc: The mods will respond to tags for Harding until February 1st. Please try to keep your interactions with him brief! He is a busy man, after all.]
When: January 16th — February 1st
Where: Throughout town
What: Santa Rosita's very dignified chief of police makes some very dignified appearances around town, meeting and greeting some very undignified people.
Warnings: Language, alcohol abuse, one man's poor life choices.
[Interesting fact: Approximately 25-30% of drinkers are resistant to hangover symptoms.
Dale Harding is not in that percentage.
Santa Rosita's chief of police is certainly an elusive figure. Many of you likely haven't seen him since the Christmas gala. In fact, as you go about your business today, running errands throughout Shadyside and Santa Rosita, you might even miss him altogether. But once you notice the 5'7 man with his unbuttoned sleeve cuffs and distinct lack of service jacket or hat that would mark him as an officer, save for the shiny silver badge pinned to his belt along with the holstered handgun, it's difficult to ignore him. He doesn't look like the other police officers you've seen around town with their plastic smiles and neatly pressed suits. For starters, he doesn't smile at all — and that's not likely to change no matter what he's doing and where you see him.
Harding doesn't keep morning hours, so you're more likely to spot him in the afternoon and at night. Most of the time, you'll see him slowly driving through Shadyside in his police cruiser. Occasionally, he'll be parked in front of Santa Rosita Elementary, always at lunchtime, watching the kids play at recess with his flask to his lips. Other times, you'll see him parked in Rose Garden Park, lying back in the front seat with his sunglasses on. You don't realize it yet, but this will all make sense when you get closer and notice, perhaps not inconspicuously, the string of drool trailing from his lips.
And yet, rarest of all, you'll see him on foot in North Santa Rosita. In the morning and at night, he'll go to the Blue Moon Diner, the bell over the door jingling as he walks in and takes a seat at the counter. Ordering a cheeseburger and coffee, he'll sit silently waiting for his food with his elbows on the table, his fingers laced, pressing his forehead into his hands.
Surely this is the best time to say hello!
ooc: The mods will respond to tags for Harding until February 1st. Please try to keep your interactions with him brief! He is a busy man, after all.]
Santa Rosita Elementary
Hey. Barney Fife. You stare any harder at those kids they're gonna call in Chris Hansen.
( Don't creepily watch children while you sadly day-drink, dude, that puts off some real Vibes. )
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Please get your hands off my window, [he says like he's reading from a script, loud enough to be heard through the glass.]
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( Hands are off the window, but he ain't going anywhere. This is the first he's gotten any facetime with Officer Friendly, time to do a little recon. Cop a feel.
Get it?
Yeah he's just gonna stand here talking REAL LOUDLY through the window. )
Some of us got kids.
( Not him, but... you know. Not gonna mention that. )
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Gee I'm sorry! [he replies JUST AS LOUDLY. Then, as if he's just gotten a great idea, he points between between his flask, the steering wheel, and Dean.] Do— do you want to take over for me?
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Sure, pal. I'll take the flask while we're at it. Scooch over.
( He'll climb on in right the hell now, Harding can co-pilot them straight to AA.
One useful thing he's gleaning here — dude's not like his happy, friendly neighbors or the deadeyes that orbit them from time to time. That's... something. Probably. )
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[He points to one ear, looking perplexed as he yells at Dean. With the window as a barrier between them, one can only imagine how loud he'd be without it.]
Can't hear you! I said, do you want to take over? [He enunciates each word.]
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Dean is also an immature child who will 10/10 stoop to somebody else's level if he's irritated — which he is. So. )
ABSOLUTELY. PUT ME IN, COACH. LET'S DO THIS.
( He goes so hard when he plays chicken. )
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STILL CAN'T HEAR YOU.
[Harding twirls a finger around his ear, every bit the picture of apologetic.]
YOU WANT TO CALL IT QUITS? HO-KAY, WELL, IF YOU CHANGE YOUR MIND—
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Like, how do you even top that.
He'll concede the battle, but not the war. Deputy Smartass gets the one-finger salute, and one bow-legged retreat.
To the police station.
Where he's putting in a job application. Does he expect to get it? No. He just wants to talk real loud during the interview. )