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Post by regina on Dec 16, 2006 9:13:09 GMT -5
Reggie had been stationed at the front desk for her first shift that day, which was fine by her. While it meant that she had to do some pointless busy work for the majority of her shift, it also meant that she was easily distracted and allowed to stop doing work for every little thing that happened to come up. People would come in to the Police Station to report the oddest things sometimes, and working the front desk tended to get some interesting stories...
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Post by trinder on Dec 18, 2006 14:15:36 GMT -5
"Someone stole my shoe." Aaron sat in front of the policewoman who sat boredly behind her desk, then swung his leg onto the desk. The only thing on his foot was an old gray sock with a hole where the big toe stuck out. "Someone just came up to me, lifted up my leg, and stole my Goddamn shoe. Commandeered it right where I stood. No questions asked, no other demands, just my fucking shoe." Aaron was a bit angry. He was broke. He rode a bike around town and, every day, tried to devise new ways to flavor Ramen. And now someone had stolen the second half of his only pair of shoes. "What the hell kind of city do we live in that a man can't walk down the street without having one of his best sneakers taken away?" Not that his shoes were in great shape. But they served their purpose.
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Post by regina on Dec 20, 2006 7:26:45 GMT -5
"I'll need your name and address for our records," she said automatically.
Regina sighed. This was one of those absurd things, but at least this guy was sincere about it. She'd seen him around the city and knew that, honestly, he probably only owned one pair of shoes, and that was why this was such a big deal. She felt bad for him, because he seemed like a decent guy. Probably an art student... those guys were always poor. She should know, since most of her previous boyfriends had been students at the art college.
"Well, I suppose we should fill out the paperwork, then. Not to be a downer, but I'm almost positive it won't show up. It'll be kind of hard to find a stolen... shoe." Regina knew that this probably wouldn't do any good, but she got out the proper forms to report a stolen item and pushed them over the counter to him.
"And as to the state of our city... that's precisely why I came back here instead of going to another city." Regina's family still lived here, and it was still a pretty crummy place sometimes.
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Post by trinder on Dec 20, 2006 14:12:19 GMT -5
Aaron peered over his nose at the papers Regina handed him and sighed. He hated paperwork. He hated all the technicalities. He just wished he could find the asshole joker that stole his shoe and beat the piss out of him. Now that would be justice served, for God's sake. But nooo... instead he was sitting at a desk, feeling lopsided without one shoe, and shooting the breeze with a woman who sounded bored with her job and who was telling him his shoe wasn't going to show up.
Aaron sighed and took his foot off the desk. "I don't know... forget it. The shoe's not that important, I guess." He paused to lean forward and push the papers back towards her. "If I were you, I'd go to another city. There's nothing good about being here."
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Post by regina on Dec 23, 2006 12:17:45 GMT -5
Regina had a suspicion that he wasn't going to fill out the papers, but didn't say anything. It wasn't her job to tell him what was and wasn't worth doing, though he figured out that a missing shoe wasn't really wortht he effort involved in finding it.
"My family's here, if nothing else." Regina was very close to her family, and decided that at least now she felt like she could protect them... look over them, at least. "Why are you still here?" she asked curiously. Anything to keep her from having to go back to filing paperwork.
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Post by trinder on Jan 4, 2007 14:17:00 GMT -5
"Nothing so romantic and thoughtful as family," Aaron answered, somewhat bitterly. "School," he said after a moment of silent fuming. "I'm at Pittsburg. Art school. I sculpt things." He slowly pulled his bare foot off the desk after realizing that it was a tad bit rude to just keep it there. He sighed and said, "There's quite a market out there for sculpting." He was, of course, being sarcastic.. He had been thinking about that a lot, how his choice of life's work was not exactly the smartest one. Honestly... how much was he going to make in that line of work? Really? He had thoughts of changing his major, changing schools... but unfortunately he didn't have loving parents to return home to, to help him find another college. Plus... he had wasted three years on the art school already, might as well stay.
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Post by regina on Jan 14, 2007 15:09:26 GMT -5
It didn't take a lot for Regina to notice hat he didn't have the best of feelings towards his own family. For a moment, while he was fuming, she thought about how blessed she was to have a loving family, however dysfunctional they might be at times.
"Sculpting? That's pretty cool. I love collecting art, mainly because I have no artistic talent myself. My pay isn't near enough to have a real collection, so I mostly get local stuff. Maybe sometime I could see some of your stuff. You ever have a show? Try to sell anything?"
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