228.
Private // UNHACKABLE
It's been a while since I've resorted to jotting down private thoughts. That probably means something, doesn't it? D'Arvit.
I've been so caught up in the rearrangements of the Police Force that I completely forgot to keep track of the days. It's the third time I've celebrated my birthday here and it's being spent dwelling on work. I shouldn't be too bothered by it; after all, it isn't the first time. And I have reasons for this to be a good day-I've still got friends in the City after all, despite the departures of old acquaintances-and 86 years old isn't old at all.
But the Intelligence Division can't remain leaderless for too long, especially in a place like this one. We've got unsolved cases, we're short-handed, we've lost Lietenant Hawkeye ... I'm not sure where I stand in all this. Not yet. But I was offered the position once before. What if-?
No. Don't jump the gun, Short. Just keep doing your job. For the good of the people, Julius said. Whatever you do, it's for the people. Remember that. And if something happens, then it happens.
... And for Frond's sake, it's your birthday. Try to enjoy it.
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As amusing as today's curse is, I'm glad to be unaffected.
There are probably only a few things more embarrassing than a limerick-speaking elf; it totally goes against the tough police officer image. Though, yes, I know "police fairy" doesn't sound much better.
... All this rhyming had better not inspire some horribly catchy songs.
[ooc; YEAH, GUYS. IT'S TOTALLY HOLLY'S BIRTHDAY TODAY. Oh, and mood reads as "thoughtful," but is actually... you know. Restless. That cut is so unhackable, it's not even funny. She will do more than punch you, Artemis, if you read it. >___>
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It's been a while since I've resorted to jotting down private thoughts. That probably means something, doesn't it? D'Arvit.
I've been so caught up in the rearrangements of the Police Force that I completely forgot to keep track of the days. It's the third time I've celebrated my birthday here and it's being spent dwelling on work. I shouldn't be too bothered by it; after all, it isn't the first time. And I have reasons for this to be a good day-I've still got friends in the City after all, despite the departures of old acquaintances-and 86 years old isn't old at all.
But the Intelligence Division can't remain leaderless for too long, especially in a place like this one. We've got unsolved cases, we're short-handed, we've lost Lietenant Hawkeye ... I'm not sure where I stand in all this. Not yet. But I was offered the position once before. What if-?
No. Don't jump the gun, Short. Just keep doing your job. For the good of the people, Julius said. Whatever you do, it's for the people. Remember that. And if something happens, then it happens.
... And for Frond's sake, it's your birthday. Try to enjoy it.
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As amusing as today's curse is, I'm glad to be unaffected.
There are probably only a few things more embarrassing than a limerick-speaking elf; it totally goes against the tough police officer image. Though, yes, I know "police fairy" doesn't sound much better.
... All this rhyming had better not inspire some horribly catchy songs.
[ooc; YEAH, GUYS. IT'S TOTALLY HOLLY'S BIRTHDAY TODAY. Oh, and mood reads as "thoughtful," but is actually... you know. Restless. That cut is so unhackable, it's not even funny. She will do more than punch you, Artemis, if you read it. >___>
edit; SCHOOL BRB BACKDATE!]