Samtonia
29-09-2004, 23:38
OOC- Note that this is going to be a narrative RP that will be closed unless otherwise idicated by myself. TAGS are fine, as are any OOC comments on the story.
So wait until later tonight because the first part of the story will be up then!
Samtonia
30-09-2004, 03:24
As phones rang and officers hurried, the 12th Precinct was the scene of orderly chaos. Officers hurried back and forth, reports in hand, criminals in tow, riot gear on in some cases.
And Specialist First Class Evrett McGinn was sequestered in a closet. Well, a veritable closet. The "office" as his training officer liked to call it was in reality little more then a janitor's closet with a desk.
And room for one trainee to file papers in.
Samtonia
05-10-2004, 01:52
"Here's the last of them." grinned First Seargent Andrew Dermott as he dropped another stack of papers on the desk that was already overflowing with stacks of paper, printouts, transcript records, and various graphs and charts.
The Seargent, whom McGinn remembered as a maniacal training officer who delighted in tormenting his recruits, laughed as he walked away.
"Hope you enjoy traffic reports and cross-annotating them!" laughed the portly, ruddy faced man as he walked away, laughing vigerously.
McGinn groaned out loud. "And to think I believed the posters. Join the Integrated Forces, See Samtonia, Fight crime, and Look Good doing it All!(C)
What a crock of shit.
First that maniac Dermott training me, and just as I thought I was out of his reach, I get assigned to his fucking precinct! And now, I get the glamorous job of reading through the last goddamned DECADE of traffic citations of those not stopped. And why? becasue I'm the newbie."
With a stifled curse, McGinn flipped on his desk lamp and began to work, cross checking, filing, and making the mound of paper recede centimeter by centimeter.
It was going to be a long day.