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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.]
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His eyes rove over Okuyasu, falling on the key. Then he looks back at his car.]
You got three seconds. [His voice is a little breathless, a little angry, a little drunk.]
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Three second head start? Got it!
[Sorry, but he's running down the street laughing.]
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You little fuck—
[Wait, why is he doing this again? He's the chief of police. He has methods, for goodness sake.]
Chew on this.
[He narrows his eyes at Okuyasu, who's about halfway across the street by now, and snaps his fingers. Mentally, he has the kid all lined up for a stage three Tranquilization, but as groggy and hungover as Harding is right now, it doesn't click. Instead, unbeknownst to both of them, he hits Okuyasu with a whopping stage five. A force sweeps over Okuyasu's mind, wiping out every bit of resistance and emotion — every part of him that makes Okuyasu Okuyasu — like a strong, calming wave. Like flicking a light switch off.]
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[This guy's fast! Okuyasu dashes away from the Harding's failed attempt to grab him, but it seems that he's in the clear. Sure, he'll forever have his reputation ruined, but that's the life of a delinquent! Besides, it's not like the people in charge of keeping him away from home don't deserve any of this-
There's a sharp pain in his back, and for a moment, Okuyasu worries that he got shot. Before he can even wonder if he ever heard a gunshot, he just
slows down
and realizes that he forgot his errand!]
Golly, where was I going again?
[Didn't his dad ask him to stop by the drugstore? Why does he feel tired? No wait, he was helping his good ol' pa with the yard.
He turns back, rolling his shoulders and ready to stop by the store before going back home, only to see that the chief of police is standing right there. What are the chance?
Even if some people call him a bullheaded boy, he does have some basic manners.] Morning, Officer Harding.