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exsiliumlogs2013-02-27 10:14 pm
chargethesebatteries) wrote in exsiliumlogs2013-02-27 10:14 pm
Calling all cops and autobots
Date & Time: Pretty much any time from 28Feb throughout the month of March; specify in your comment subject!
Location: All across Exsilium!
Characters: Sergeant Calhoun and YOU!
Summary: While the sarge is out on patrol she winds up running into all kinds of people. And all kinds of trouble. The details are up to you! Wanna get busted? Wanna get rescued? Wanna get donuts? Anything goes, just be creative!
Warnings: Will be updated as necessary
Tamora had come to enjoy her duties as one of Exsilium's Finest, as it were. Not that the police force was particularly organized or notably well-trained, but she supposed they made the best of what they were given. When she'd first arrived in this place she'd been concerned that she would just go out of her mind without her job to keep her occupied, but policing the streets had become a pretty acceptable stand-in. There was a part of her that missed taking out cy-bugs (and an even bigger part of her that missed her colleagues back in Hero's Duty and the rest of the arcade), but moping never fixed anything. Tamora Jean Calhoun did not mope. And so instead she just set herself to cracking down and taking a bite out of crime and serving and protecting and all those fine upstanding things cops did.
Even if it meant dealing with her fair share of resistance. Heck, she kind of enjoyed the troublesome ones--she was a little rough by nature, after all, and figured one good hard time deserved another. She wasn't afraid to full-body tackle a suspect if it came to it, and had her share of bruises and scrapes from doing so. They might not have been laser burns or gashes from cy-bug pincers, but they were battle scars in their own rite.
She'd never been a huge fan of sweets, but she did frequent the local coffee shop when she had downtime, giving the other patrons leery looks over the lip of her mug as she sipped contemplatively at the bitter black liquid. Sometimes she tried her hand at making up ridiculous dramatic histories for the people standing in line. She hadn't bothered asking any of them if she was right or not; it was more fun to just assume the man in the fedora was a mafioso and the woman in the perfectly tailored pencil skirt behind him was his best hitman.
Even on her days off she more often than not found herself tooling around town on her cruiser, just making sure the peace was kept and everyone was coloring within the lines. Exsilium still didn't quite feel like 'home', but it was definitely something that was worth protecting, so far as she was concerned, and nothing was going to change her mind.
Location: All across Exsilium!
Characters: Sergeant Calhoun and YOU!
Summary: While the sarge is out on patrol she winds up running into all kinds of people. And all kinds of trouble. The details are up to you! Wanna get busted? Wanna get rescued? Wanna get donuts? Anything goes, just be creative!
Warnings: Will be updated as necessary
Tamora had come to enjoy her duties as one of Exsilium's Finest, as it were. Not that the police force was particularly organized or notably well-trained, but she supposed they made the best of what they were given. When she'd first arrived in this place she'd been concerned that she would just go out of her mind without her job to keep her occupied, but policing the streets had become a pretty acceptable stand-in. There was a part of her that missed taking out cy-bugs (and an even bigger part of her that missed her colleagues back in Hero's Duty and the rest of the arcade), but moping never fixed anything. Tamora Jean Calhoun did not mope. And so instead she just set herself to cracking down and taking a bite out of crime and serving and protecting and all those fine upstanding things cops did.
Even if it meant dealing with her fair share of resistance. Heck, she kind of enjoyed the troublesome ones--she was a little rough by nature, after all, and figured one good hard time deserved another. She wasn't afraid to full-body tackle a suspect if it came to it, and had her share of bruises and scrapes from doing so. They might not have been laser burns or gashes from cy-bug pincers, but they were battle scars in their own rite.
She'd never been a huge fan of sweets, but she did frequent the local coffee shop when she had downtime, giving the other patrons leery looks over the lip of her mug as she sipped contemplatively at the bitter black liquid. Sometimes she tried her hand at making up ridiculous dramatic histories for the people standing in line. She hadn't bothered asking any of them if she was right or not; it was more fun to just assume the man in the fedora was a mafioso and the woman in the perfectly tailored pencil skirt behind him was his best hitman.
Even on her days off she more often than not found herself tooling around town on her cruiser, just making sure the peace was kept and everyone was coloring within the lines. Exsilium still didn't quite feel like 'home', but it was definitely something that was worth protecting, so far as she was concerned, and nothing was going to change her mind.
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Putting her hands on her hips, she clicked her tongue.
"Maybe," she said, supposing coloring in the lines wasn't always the best way to have a good time, "but I find taking the easy way you tend to break fewer bones." Hopping down from the cruiser, she walked over to stand beneath the fire escape, judging the distance. Yes, that was definitely a pretty impressive jump. "Though I guess at the same time, they do say no pain no gain," she allowed. "You an athlete at home, or just a hooligan?" she asked then, grinning a bit. She wasn't really interrogating him, it was simple curiosity. The fire escapes weren't exactly safe, but they were public property, and he was a grown man, so she couldn't really scold him.
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"Only if you're unlucky and unskilled," he laughed, leaning on the railing for a second to watch her as she hovered around. His voice was teasing as he continued. "Why can't I be both? How about you give it a try?"
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She grinned a bit at his inquiry.
"I guess you could be both," she admitted, and then took a moment to gauge the distance to the fire escape. Now, far be it from Tamora to back down from a challenge, but she was also on duty and sort of had a code of conduct to uphold. ... Right?
Well, maybe she could bend the rules a little. After all, she was here to keep people safe and maintain the peace, sure, but how firm could a code of conduct really be in an anarchic society?
Stepping down off the cruiser and rubbing her hands together, she met the blond man's eye. Then, without another word, she launched herself forward, taking a great leap and reaching for the lowest rung of the ladder. With her armor on it would have been no problem at all; the power suits had pneumatic joints to help them move, making them able to run faster and jump farther than they could unaided. But she was in her uniform today, so when her fingers caught the bar and she held fast, it was that much more of an accomplishment, in her opinion (even if it wasn't necessarily conduct befitting an officer).
Tucking into a somersault of sorts and hooking her knees around the rung, she hoisted herself up to a seated position and folded her arms on one of the higher rungs, giving the man a mildly smug look.
"Piece'a cake."