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 Posted: Sat Oct 15, 2011 9:39 am
spinning in circles
Title: Under the Sea
Starring: Varun and Tariel
Synopsis: Varun tries to find the ocean, and ends up at the aquarium instead.
-currently in progress-
Varun's Opinion: ...
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Posted: Sat Oct 15, 2011 10:40 am
 between the light and the shade
“You sure you’re okay, Kinsey? You seem kinda distracted.”
“Hm?” The young woman blinked, giving her head a little shake before gazing over at the driver’s side of the SUV. Officer Black was staring back at her, his eyebrows raised as though she’d just proven his point. “I’m fine,” she insisted, waving a hand as though that would dispel his concern. “We’ve just been on this stakeout for hours, you know? I’m starting to think we got a bad tip. I don’t think out guy is gonna show.” And while all this was true, she knew the young man to her left raised an excellent point. Since Varun had struck her, she’d been off in the clouds. It wasn’t like the attack had actually been that bad, she’d startled him, or tugged on his hair, or something quite offensive, clearly, but he hadn’t actually hit her all that hard. The bruise had already faded, hidden behind tan skin and shimmering rubies, but the fact that he actually retaliated at all still stunned the young woman.
Perhaps it shouldn’t, really. He was Varun L. Finch (L. for Leviathan, in case any of you were curious about Kinsey’s creativity - her dog was named after a brand of truck, what exactly where you expecting?), not exactly known for his saintly patience or his Vulcan-like logic. The redhead often went off half-cocked, blasting like a firecracker and rapidly spiraling out of control. At first, it was cute - the spitfire little newborn, taking the world on by the horns. What was adorable quickly became frustrating, and when the virus struck, what was exasperating quickly became quite alarming. The leviathan seemed to have no qualms causing others physical pain (again, why this actually surprised her, she wasn’t entirely sure…he was a ******** sea monster what had she been thinking!?) and grew more and more protective of her. Well, protective was putting it kindly - the redhead was possessive at best, absolutely obsessive at worst. No matter how troubling he could be sometimes, Kinsey had always loved her seasonal Frei, had never expected that he would become so cold with her. Oh, yes, the Raevan was frosty to begin with, cooler than a mug left in the freezer overnight, but even when she snubbed his pride, Varun would come back to her in a day or two. It never took long. It never took months. (Had it really been months? It felt like eons.)
“This is earth, paging Space Cadet Finch. Helloooo~” A hand waving in the young woman’s face caused her to start, blinking a few times before her mind finally registered the unidentified flying object. Her partner laughed softly, reaching over to clap a hand to her shoulder and give her a gentle shake. “Okay, Sleeping Beauty. I just asked you like three times if you wanted coffee, but I think want is out of the question. You need some coffee right now. There’s a little shop I saw right down the road, I’ll be right back, yeah? Think you and Agent Furball can hold down the fort without lifting off to outer space?”
Kinsey snorted, offering the obnoxious brunet a swat and an exaggerated roll of her eyes. “Can Ford and I sit here and watch the street for our subject to not show up? Sure, I think we can manage that. How long before Officers O’Brian and Trembley show up, anyways? We’ve been out here forever.”
Black gave a shrug, opening his door and extracting himself from the large SUV. Dressed like the ordinary resident of Durem, he gave a little stretch and yawn. The streets were busy enough, the evening crowd slowly starting to die down as couples left restaurants, college students dribbled out of bars and families dispersed from the movies, all slowly finding their way home as the night edged on. “Could be worse,” he tried to reason. “Could be on desk duty tonight.” With an impish grin, he slammed the door and shoved his hands into his coat pockets. Watching her partner saunter down the sidewalk before disappearing into a rather chic looking café, Kinsey sighed heavily and slummed in her seat. “This blows,” she muttered, carding a hand through her short hair.
Ford growled his agreement. Which was a bit odd, Kinsey decided, twisting in her seat to check on her police dog. It was only by chance that she noticed a young man coming out of one of the local stores, a very identifiable tattoo under his left eye. Whatever her dog was fussing over was quickly forgotten, Kinsey fumbling for her radio as she tried to alert any other units in the immediate area. Naturally, the closest was five minutes away. She couldn’t wait five minutes, he’d be long gone by then. Slowly, she opened her door, slipping out like a shadow, Ford bounding out behind her. She’d just have to follow the guy - who knew if he was armed? They were in a seriously populated place right now and the last thing she needed was for a subject to open fire. Issuing Ford a silent command to heel, the young woman and her canine worked their way through the thinning crowd, staying several steps behind the young man in the black jeans and black tee until he hung a sudden left, disappearing into one of the small side streets. Cursing her awful luck, Kinsey paused to radio her partner again. Officer Black was only a block away, thank whatever deity there was to thank. One hand slowly moved to her belt, slim fingers wrapping around her holstered gun as she peered around the street corner. Deserted. Of course it was. Naturally, this kid was the ******** Spiderman or something and climbed so ******** building wall to escape. Cursing again, Kinsey commanded Ford to move on, wishing she had some object of clothing so her canine partner could track Houdini. Disappeared into thin air, it seemed. How was just going to explain this one t-
CRACK!
The sharp sound of a bullet splitting the air rang out in the dead end, something flashing right behind Ford’s haunches as it struck the wall. “s**t!” Kinsey cursed, whipping her firearm out, swinging around in the direction the shot had come from. “Police! Cease fire!” But there was nothing ******** there, unless the kid had- There was a flash from the first floor window, all Kinsey could think was there must be accomplices as she returned fire. “Ford!” she called, unable to check and see if her dog had been hit. Even if the German Shephard was fine, he was pretty useless. With the young man in the window, it wasn’t like she could send the dog after the suspect, he’d definitely be shot. She was going to be shot, jesus christ! Quickly moving for the cover of the dumpster, Kinsey’s next thought would have been ‘where the ******** was her partner?’
Instead it was something along the lines of ‘oh jesus ******** what is that’. That being the bullet that caught her in the shoulder and sent her crashing gracelessly into the wall behind her, slamming her head against the old red bricks. It felt like every suddenly went muted, except for the blazing pain screaming up her spine, the sticky, wet warmth coating her shirt. Shouldn’t her vest have stopped that? Huh. She couldn’t tell if the shooting had stopped - quite frankly, Kinsey could no longer tell which way was up. Just the act of lifting herself up and propping against the wall seemed to sap all her strength, hands like lead as she rubbed the back of her head and found that wet as well. What was going on? “Officer down, I n-” Who was that, yelling into her radio? Where was she, again? What was going on…?
The young woman shuddered.
Lights out, Kinsey Finch.
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