To know a Hawk from a Handsaw
posted Jan 5, 2019 16:25:06 GMT -6
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If life was a series of sequential rituals, then work was the longest, most complex ritual of them all. It spanned a majority of one's waking hours, involved a countless amount of sub-rituals that varied on a day-by-day basis, and generally sucked the life out of you.
And yet, they all went about it anyways. Some were more into it than others, while some spent little time actually working. Anne was among the former group; she had a reputation to build - one that did not allow for her to dilly-dally about. Perhaps some of the older crowd to afford to mill around idly, but not she.[break][break]
The muted, low tap tap tap of heeled boots against treated linoleum heralded the young woman's arrival at the main work hall. She carried an alarmingly heavy-looking stack of textbooks in her arms, and though her stone-faced expression betrayed little hint of physical exertion, it was easy to tell by the way her skinny arms and narrow shoulders trembled under the weight of the various hardcover volumes that she was not having a good time.[break][break]
Stupid. Stupid. Stupid. She could have taken two trips, but noooo, she had to be a perfectionist and do it in one. Why was all this necessary, anyways? Surely the Seattle Police Department would have transitioned to electronic record keeping by now?[break][break]
This sucks, the lavender-haired female mused silently as she weaved through the various rows of desks manned by cops in various states of work and liveliness, craning her neck to scan the nameplates upon each desk as she walked.[break][break]
Before long, her eyes settled upon the name she had been given - a certain M. Graves, Internal Affairs branch. One of those shade-wearing spooks from IA, it seemed, and a man who, evidently, was nowhere to be found at his desk. What a pain.[break][break]
Bright lavender eyes rested upon the visage of a man opposite the desk. Perhaps he might be of help.[break][break]
"Excuse me, Officer...Vann?" There was a pause as she glanced down to read his name off the plaque on his desk. The man looked upward, eyebrows raised as brown eyes settled on her form. Her lavender hair and eyes made her rather easy to identify; though he'd not met her before, it was hard to have not picked up on the new by now; the straight-backed, violet-haired kid from Brooklyn who'd shut one of the mafia cases and become a full-fledged detective within month of joining the NYPD, and had transferred to the precinct hardly a week ago.[break][break]
"Hm? Oh, you're, uh...OCD's new kid, right? You need help with that?" The tan-skinned bear of a man stood from his desk, a look of mild concern on his goateed face - a paternal reflex from having two daughters of his own.[break][break]
"Yes. Detective Anne Maximiliana, Organized Crime Division. Pleasure to make your acquaintance.And no, no, I'm fine." It was rather obvious she indeed wasn't fine, but the man didn't press.[break][break]
"That aside, is Agent Graves here? He requested some material from Organized Crimes earlier today, but he isn't at his desk."
If life was a series of sequential rituals, then work was the longest, most complex ritual of them all. It spanned a majority of one's waking hours, involved a countless amount of sub-rituals that varied on a day-by-day basis, and generally sucked the life out of you.
And yet, they all went about it anyways. Some were more into it than others, while some spent little time actually working. Anne was among the former group; she had a reputation to build - one that did not allow for her to dilly-dally about. Perhaps some of the older crowd to afford to mill around idly, but not she.[break][break]
The muted, low tap tap tap of heeled boots against treated linoleum heralded the young woman's arrival at the main work hall. She carried an alarmingly heavy-looking stack of textbooks in her arms, and though her stone-faced expression betrayed little hint of physical exertion, it was easy to tell by the way her skinny arms and narrow shoulders trembled under the weight of the various hardcover volumes that she was not having a good time.[break][break]
Stupid. Stupid. Stupid. She could have taken two trips, but noooo, she had to be a perfectionist and do it in one. Why was all this necessary, anyways? Surely the Seattle Police Department would have transitioned to electronic record keeping by now?[break][break]
This sucks, the lavender-haired female mused silently as she weaved through the various rows of desks manned by cops in various states of work and liveliness, craning her neck to scan the nameplates upon each desk as she walked.[break][break]
Before long, her eyes settled upon the name she had been given - a certain M. Graves, Internal Affairs branch. One of those shade-wearing spooks from IA, it seemed, and a man who, evidently, was nowhere to be found at his desk. What a pain.[break][break]
Bright lavender eyes rested upon the visage of a man opposite the desk. Perhaps he might be of help.[break][break]
"Excuse me, Officer...Vann?" There was a pause as she glanced down to read his name off the plaque on his desk. The man looked upward, eyebrows raised as brown eyes settled on her form. Her lavender hair and eyes made her rather easy to identify; though he'd not met her before, it was hard to have not picked up on the new by now; the straight-backed, violet-haired kid from Brooklyn who'd shut one of the mafia cases and become a full-fledged detective within month of joining the NYPD, and had transferred to the precinct hardly a week ago.[break][break]
"Hm? Oh, you're, uh...OCD's new kid, right? You need help with that?" The tan-skinned bear of a man stood from his desk, a look of mild concern on his goateed face - a paternal reflex from having two daughters of his own.[break][break]
"Yes. Detective Anne Maximiliana, Organized Crime Division. Pleasure to make your acquaintance.And no, no, I'm fine." It was rather obvious she indeed wasn't fine, but the man didn't press.[break][break]
"That aside, is Agent Graves here? He requested some material from Organized Crimes earlier today, but he isn't at his desk."
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