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 Posted: Tue May 10, 2016 7:23 pm
"Not particularly, those brownies are atrocious." Jeremiah shook his head. He was not kidding. There were horror stories about those brownies. To the tune of being used to as a deadly weapon. He had never tried one and he never would. Way too picky when it came to cooking of others. "You'll find that it happens more often that you need to direct people to places that aren't here for what they need." He was leaning to look at the desk, to see if she made any notes before he focused back on her. "It can be, yes. As much as this town has a reputation, in most cases it is fairly quiet here with a few exceptions." The bottle of water was set down and the pastry as well. It was actually three scones with a variety of berries in them. "For you," he paused before adding. "The last ones from my last batch that I brought to work. You deserve a treat for doing this." Not that she would know but she was totally getting a privilege that not many from the department did unless it was a precinct wide event. The Semblance of Unity legit, these scones are ridiculously tasty. i am not even kidding.
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Posted: Wed May 11, 2016 9:09 pm
"They looked like rocks, but free brownies is free brownies." Preacher hummed softly and debated covering up the scrap of paper she had. It had a few scribbles, Jeremiah's extension, a doodle of a bat saying HELLO I AM BATBAT, and some notes about the firehouse. Lastly, in a small, neat corner, she had written down the names of the two people who had stopped by and their arrival and departure times. Preacher was, however, immediately distracted by the setting down of the plate and the water bottle. Her eyes widened - they looked so ********' good and she was tired of canned food bought at the steepest discount she could find and eaten with wild garlic and wild onions. Foraging, ugh. "Really?" she said, kind of astonished. She hadn't expected anything other than a pat on the head and a 'we'll call you'. "Thanks, Mercer. You're not a bad guy." She cracked the bottle of water first and took a drink. The plan was to eat one of the scones and smuggle the others out for later snackings. he wondered how long scones kept. Or wait - what if one was for him? Slowly, she broke off a corner of one scone and nibbled at it. "A few exceptions? Anything on the regular for Ashdown I should know about?"
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Posted: Fri May 13, 2016 3:08 pm
"Apt description. They'll stick in your gut for years." Jeremiah took a brief look at her notes, more interested in the fact that she had noted the visitors down than anything else. It was the right thing to do and she handled herself well. He did not miss the way she looked at the scones but it was pushed away for now. "Really," Jeremiah replied. "Don't spread it around. Next thing you know the others will think I've started sharing." A brief pause. "They're all yours, so feel free to have them all." Jeremiah was looking over the desk, not necessarily watching her. It needed to be organized and it had gotten cluttered with a handful of different officers watching it. "You'll have the occasional prank caller, the occasional prank visitor. Ashdown has a reputation for spooky and mysterious that some take very seriously." Autumn's radio interview and that instagram shot of Pax and her had not helped. Not that he begrudged her any of it. She was a princess. "Just that when things get serious, expect it to be busy and not to get a moment to breath." Like when the fog had locked people down or the teens had gone missing.
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Posted: Sat May 14, 2016 5:12 pm
"Can't have people thinkin' you're nice." Preacher smiled and this time, it didn't have any hint of sarcasm in it. "Really? Thank you!" She did resist the urge to wolf them down. Preacher was good at restraint in some things, but she still closed her eyes on an mmm of appreciation as she popped another bit in her mouth. Despite busying herself with the scones (one had disappeared suspiciously fast, somehow - it's new home was an invisible pocket inside her sleeve), Preacher listened intently to Jeremiah. "Sounds pretty standard - not like a big city, o' course, but makes sense. I'm easy-peasy under pressure." She took another swig of water. "So, who else should I try to impress here, Mercer?" This, she'd heard, was the most difficult part of job-getting, the bit where a potential job-getterer tried to feel out a phone call back or how well they did. Her toes curled inside her shoes.
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Posted: Mon May 16, 2016 10:24 pm
Jeremiah had sharp eyes - in more than one way - and noted a few things about Preacher that she probably would not like him making note of. It was filed away for future reference and later thought. "You're welcome," he replied. It was sincere, the neutral expression softening for just a moment. His lips twitched just a bit at her calling it easy-peasy and the fact she said she could handle the pressure. So far? It looked like it. "I was actually going to go have a conversation about getting you hired on for the front desk if you had handled it well ..." Blue-green eyes swept across the desk and then focused back on her. "So, at this point, no one because I would say you have. A position with dispatch you'll have to work on your own but still this job will make an excellent stepping stone to get it." Especially considering this position was only for the extent of the maternity leave the usual person was on.
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Posted: Tue May 17, 2016 9:10 pm
Preacher swallowed a whoop of excitement but it still flashed in her eyes. Or maybe it was dollar signs that flashed in her eyes... Regardless, she was both relieved and excited. "I guess I got lucky you were covering the front desk." She looked up at him and smiled wryly. "I'm no stranger to working hard to get what I want. Which shift am I on, boss?" Preacher bounced a little in the seat, just once, before clearing her throat.
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Posted: Tue May 17, 2016 11:26 pm
Jeremiah did not miss it at all. There was always something about the way a teenager's eyes would light up when something went their way. He snorted at being called boss but, if anything, Autumn had softened him somewhat on nicknames. "You'll be working the 0900 to the 1700 shift." There was amusement in his eyes at the way she was reacting but he said nothing. His lips twitched just the smallest bit. "I'll go get the paperwork and take your resume with me so we can get it started. Sooner you are on the books, sooner you start getting actual pay for the job." He paused. "I will also make sure that you get payment for what you've done today." The Semblance of Unity we can prob fade to black on my next post if you want <3
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Posted: Wed Jun 01, 2016 4:52 pm
"Ooooh." A real nine to five job - like the kind in movies or daydreams. Holla. "I can work the other shifts, too, if you need to flip me 'round." Preacher saw Mercer's lips move and she squinted at him for a second, trying to decide if he was subtly making fun of her or something. In the end, it didn't matter. She needed this job. It was her ticket to actually living instead of existing. She didn't expect it to be smooth sailing, of course, but at this point she'd take any bit of hope that dropped her way. Preacher knew how much harder it could be for kids like her. If they hadn't managed to save or steal, they were ********. She'd done both. Preacher blinked owlishly at Mercer's reassurance that she'd be paid. She hesitated, but society's platitudes had been buried in her skin long before she'd needed money. "Oh, ya don't have to. This was like an interview, pretty much." Her fingers had slid back into her sleeves to toy with the loose threads on the side of her cuffs. "When do you want me to start, Mercer?"
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Posted: Fri Jun 03, 2016 4:02 pm
"Not tomorrow, the day after." Jeremiah replied easily. "If there's other shifts to cover, you'll have to take it up with scheduling. I don't oversee any portion of this." Then, of course, because she was turning down pay he simply shook his head. "That won't work. It'll be a partial day of pay but you're doing the job." Jeremiah paused. "If you insist on turning that down then I'm buying you a meal. An expensive one." His eyes glinted. "In any case, I'll leave you to watch this desk and get back to work myself. I'll be off the clock before the evening shift comes in to relieve you, so I'll be back by."
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Posted: Fri Jun 03, 2016 4:51 pm
"You might not oversee these bits, but I'm gonna still call you boss, boss." She wrinkled her nose at him. Mercer was going to be the bossman to her, even if he wasn't in any way her supervisor. He'd been there at the beginning and, like a baby dragon imprinting on the first rider she saw, he would be her boss. Her playful nose wrinkle vanished at his insistence of paying her. "N-no - trying to bribe me with food, I see. Or you could bring me about fifty more of those scones," she said, knowing it would never happen. But if Mercer insisted she get paid, who was she to say no? (A broke, homeless girl - that's who.) Preacher saluted smartly. "Okay, boss. I'll be right here if you need me."
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Posted: Fri Jun 03, 2016 9:51 pm
Jeremiah just raised an eyebrow at the boss thing but let it go. He was having to get used to the fact that people - when he started to open up - were definitely starting to give him nicknames despite his dislike of them. In this he was kind of a hypocrite. "I can bring you some tomorrow if you stop by," he replied earnestly, "if that's what you want. The caveat? You don't salute me unless absolutely necessary." Jeremiah leaned down for a pen, pulling out a business card and writing in very small, neat handwriting, his personal number. "Text me your favorite fruit or flavor and I'll make you scones." His eyes raised up to look at her. "Just not fifty." The card was left for Preacher. "Don't hesitate to get a hold of me if you run into any problems, alright Preacher?" With a small nod, he left her to her work. The Semblance of Unity fin? we can plot moar RPs now!
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Posted: Sun Jun 05, 2016 12:48 pm
"Done and done." She took the business card, looking at his number before neatly setting it next to the notepad. Preacher would put it in her phone later; she didn't really want Mercer to see that she'd snuck her phone out and it was currently charging underneath the desk. A girl like her had to take charging where she could get it - she always had her charger on her. Later on, he'd get a text from Preacher. azuredreams Text to: Mercer Soooo... chocolate chip or raspberry? Quote: Text to: Mercer OH OR APPLE?
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