pickleddragoneyes
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- Posted: Thu, 04 Oct 2012 02:58:27 +0000
Detective Teresa S. Themis
spaaaaaceGood Cop / Bad Attitude
(ooc: Sorry for the weird letters. Guess where Teresa's family is from? Hugs & cookies to the winner!)
“Hey…”
“Nu-nu”
“Nu! Σκάσε (Skasay) and listen He-”
“Hector shut up a minute!”
“What? No. I need you t’give Ma her medicine.”
“Yeah what’d you think this was about?”
“Uh-uh don’t you nothing-”
“Do I need to call the school again?”
“…”
“Again…?”
“…”
“Hector…”
“You can’t let them get to you like that. They’re sucking you down into the s**t with ‘em”
“…”
“NO! Absolutely not!”
“I don’t give a f* what Dad did! Dad got himself killed and he was a prof-”
“Σκάσε (Skasay)! Dad was a professionally trained soldier! You’re just a kid, Hector!”
“No! No Kung-fu! No Jiu-Jutsu! No Tai-chi! No Capoeira! NO!”
“H-”
“Hector! I don’t got time for this right now.”
“Hector I gotta go! We’ll talk later. Give Ma two blue pills and cut one of the white oval ones in half an-”
“Hector! Listen please! Crush the white pill into some applesauce for her. There’s a pizza in the freezer-”
“Yeah we’ll go grocery shopping tomorrow… I promise”
“We’ll talk…”
“…”
“Alright…”
“Yeah- I gotta go Hec.”
“I love you.”
She found herself saying that a lot lately, “We’ll talk later” and “I don’t got time right now”. Every time she said it, it killed her a little bit more. When would she have the time? Hector was in high school now and for the life of her she couldn’t remember him graduating from elementary school. She couldn’t beat herself up about it though. She wasn’t his mom. They had a mom… at least for a while… Teresa ran a hand through her hair absently and finally answered the call on the radio.
“Car 224 Over” Apparently they were calling some cars back to the station; something about suspicious activity and the potential need for backup. “Copy that. Out” They didn’t sound too worried and her car wasn’t on mandatory callback so she decided to just continue on with her rounds. If they needed her they’d call. It was probably just some kids anyways. With that basket case vigilante and all of his protégé’s running around the streets at night no one took the GCPD seriously anymore. Obviously they were incompetent if they had to rely on help from some guy and his kids all dressed up like various flying animals. “Tch…” What was worse the guy was always overriding what little authority they had left and he public was watching. If some guy in a mask could do the police’s job for them, why did they need the police? Why bother with the donations so that the families of dead cops could have a proper funeral? Why apply to the police academy? Why even call them when you needed help or had information about a suspect? Why not just take up a mask yourself and go out and enact your own justice? Why not paint your face and give yourself a name? Kiss your little girl goodnight and then wander the streets of Gotham all night, looking for a fight? Find a burglary in process and decide to kick down the door and scare them off? Get yourself shot because you’re trying to be a hero, saving someone else’s kid?
Rounding a corner gave the dark-haired officer a full view of the night sky. Emblazoned upon the clouds was a shape, a symbol that hatred had cut into her own heart. Someone had switched on the bat signal… No… someone had altered the bat signal… The immediate anger that had flared up in her slowly subsided and was replaced with confusion. “The f*?” she mumbled now leaning over the steering wheel so that she could see the sky overhead more clearly. Which was a mistake… She ended up rolling into a crosswalk and the next thing she knew there was a body thumping up against her windshield. “Sh*!” She hit the brakes but the man simply slid off the hood and landed on the ground fairly hard. “Hey! Y’alright?” Teresa jumped out of the car, hurrying around to the front. She was met with a wide-eyed man with a bundle under one arm, pointing a semi-automatic at her. “Sh*!” That click was all it took. Teresa was on the ground tumbling for the safety of the other side of the cruiser. Her sidearm was out in the split second that her tumble ended. “PUT THE WEAPON DOWN!” She hollered, both hands over the hood of her car, aiming the weapon at the space above where the man was laying. She was met with an arm and more shots fired wildly and without aim. She ducked back down a little as another bullet whizzed past her ear. The sound of a window shattering told her it was time to end this before anyone was hurt. She sucked in a breath, planning her next maneuver. Aside from the heavy rain spattering the ground, the street was dead quiet. She waited for a sound… that sound, that one sound. And there it was. A soft scrape that told her the man’s boot was positioning itself where it would support his full weight. She rolled along the fender, coming to a stop out in the open, in full view of the shooter. She was met with his fearful gaze once more as he clutched the bundle to his chest. Before she could warn him again his arm swung up and around, cutting the raindrops with the gun, and aimed at Teresa. Five shots were fired. Two bodies hit the ground and their blood pooled beneath them. Radio static was met with the low hum of the car engine resounding off the skyscrapers. The blood ran with the rain water, off into the night.
{.:.} Where: Five mile radius of the GCPD {.:.} With: Some guy with a gun {.:.} Feeling: Dazed {.:.} TLDR: Talking on the phone with Hector, Hit some guy with car, Got shot {.:.}
**Edited 10/4