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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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[It's not even a very good lie. Harding awoke to a scaly man trying to stick his arm in Harding's window, straining and stretching to reach the wallet on the passenger seat. He'd stayed still, continuing to breathe slowly, his shades dark enough to hide his eyes as he watched Takame's fingers scrabble at the wallet.]
Was it really worth it? [He sincerely doubts it and makes no attempt at hiding it.]
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Though displeasure towards said threat was clear in his twitching tail hidden under his coat.]
I'll not blame you for your suspicion, ser. But I assure you this: I mean you no harm or ill intent otherwise. [That much was true. He didn't attack Harding, had no weapons on him (not that he needed them), and hasn't lowered his arms at all since this began.] 'Twas merely the actions of a citizen concerned about the immobile officer in his vehicle. [Also the truth, if three quarters of it.]
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[Harding takes one hand off his gun. Snaps his fingers sharply. The sound strikes Takame's head like a gavel.
It happens in the blink of an eye — an invisible force washes over Takame's brain, obliterating his suspicion, deceit, and every ounce of negativity in his body. All that's left is innocent and overwhelming happiness as the third stage of Tranquilization takes effect.]
Go home. And if I catch you nosing around here again, you're not getting off so easy.
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THANKS FOR NOTHING HYDAELYNThe moment "harm" was uttered, fight-- was the following thought. One that didn't get to finish before his head felt split wide open...
open...
Open... home... at home... there was mail. Oh heavens, he hasn't checked the mail in a few days, has he? He must have so much of it to open. Well, he was the man of the house, after all. From a sharp forming snarl a moment ago to a beaming smile, Takame looked at his wrist as if he wore a watch and waved Harding goodbye.]
Ah, would you look at the time! I'd best head home after all. Good talking to you, officer.