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sirenspull_logs2012-02-28 08:24 pm
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The dead cannot cry out for justice;
Who: Celes Chere (runebladeknight) and Jake Marshall (cowboycop)
When: February 28, evening
Where: SPPD station
Summary: Late night at the office. A cop's work is never done, after all.
Warnings: Cliched cowboy-speak? Seriously, shouldn't be anything. Will update if necessary.
It wasn't as though Celes had much of a life outside of work anyway, so staying late shouldn't have been as much of an annoyance as she was finding it to be.
As a general, she'd had the authority to delegate the more mundane of bureaucratic details to her junior officers, but she held no such rank with the police here. Thus she was stuck with menial reports to fill out.
To say nothing of having to review her own testimony for the upcoming trial of Szayel Apporro Grantz. That was eating up her time, as well.
She poured herself a mug of coffee. It was a discovery of hers in this place. Wonderful drink, really. Even if the stuff brewed at the station house was hardly the best.
Speaking of something mediocre at best, she furrowed her brow at the twangy music issuing forth from the radio. A glance over her shoulder confirmed her suspicion of who was playing that.
"Does that really need to be so loud, Marshall?"
She wasn't trying to be rude, really. But that music was starting to get tiresome.
runebladeknight) and Jake Marshall (cowboycop)When: February 28, evening
Where: SPPD station
Summary: Late night at the office. A cop's work is never done, after all.
Warnings: Cliched cowboy-speak? Seriously, shouldn't be anything. Will update if necessary.
It wasn't as though Celes had much of a life outside of work anyway, so staying late shouldn't have been as much of an annoyance as she was finding it to be.
As a general, she'd had the authority to delegate the more mundane of bureaucratic details to her junior officers, but she held no such rank with the police here. Thus she was stuck with menial reports to fill out.
To say nothing of having to review her own testimony for the upcoming trial of Szayel Apporro Grantz. That was eating up her time, as well.
She poured herself a mug of coffee. It was a discovery of hers in this place. Wonderful drink, really. Even if the stuff brewed at the station house was hardly the best.
Speaking of something mediocre at best, she furrowed her brow at the twangy music issuing forth from the radio. A glance over her shoulder confirmed her suspicion of who was playing that.
"Does that really need to be so loud, Marshall?"
She wasn't trying to be rude, really. But that music was starting to get tiresome.