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Fill 4/? (mostly setup)chirpingemuOctober 1 2011, 14:59:29 UTC
The drive to Lima was uneventful. Sarah, used to big city housing, was amazed at how big the houses were and how widely spaced. A two-bedroom apartment here cost less than a quarter of what they'd paid in New York for a tiny one-bedroom with barely enough room in the bedroom for Sarah's twin bed or to let down the Murphy bed in the living room for Puck.
Not that Lima was a quaint picturebook medium-sized town. On the way, Puck made noted potential trouble spots, drawing more from the places that he would have gravitated towards in high school than official training, as well as the more pleasant areas. He pulled up at the apartment building and asked, ″What do you think?″
″The park's right across the street, and there's a pool!″
″Thought you'd like it,″ he smirked and called the building superintendent on his cell. ″We got here early.″ He'd have to get used to small town traffic, too.
″No problem. You got the U-Haul with you?″
″Yeah.″
″Just a minute and I'll be down and open up the utility elevator. Pull into the garage, the elevator's on the right.″
Some things are universal, and the furniture was the usual unimpressive assortment found in every affordable furnished apartment. Still, his guitar, Sarah's stuffed animals and books, and the gaming system made it look familiar and they weren't necessarily going to stay long. Monday, he'd bring Sarah to her new school and finish all of the transfer paperwork, as well as making it clear to everybody concerned that he was going to keep an eye on everything related to her. He'd come to the police station at 10:00.
They'd gone to check out the new school, which looked like any other school, and Sarah was quiet on the way home. She wasn't exactly one to talk about her feelings unless she really wanted to, so he talked about random stuff and sat down with his guitar when they'd finished dinner. She sang along with her favorites, occasionally grimaced at anything ″over the top sappy,″ and that got her over whatever mood she'd been in earlier. Her confidence was still there in the morning and he went to the station with light spirits.
Officer Collins' description made it ridiculously easy to pick out Husdson, plus he could only imagine one of the guys in the station being the subject of those kinds of stories. Sure enough, the fresh-scrubbed, pink-cheeked skyscraper was his new partner, and greeted him with an easy grin. ″I've got to take you to HR for that stuff and then we can go out patrolling, you can get to know Lima.″
″Sounds great.″ They'd completed most of the HR already, especially since Ohio had a decent technology infrastructure for law enforcement. When they took his confirmation fingerprints, he noticed some smudges on the wall that looked like very large finger marks and thought to himself, ″Hudson.″
″It's usually pretty quiet during the day, some shoplifting, people who get their drunk on early, dropouts causing trouble, that sort of thing,″ Finn commented as they got into the patrol car. ″I usually try to hang around the high school before and after. Not enough people there are good enough at stopping trouble.″ His face darkened for a moment and for the first time, he looked to Puck like a man in his twenties instead of a Boy Scout who' gotten a merit badge in growing.
″Anything in particular?″
″Bullying, mostly.″ He looked sideways at Puck. ″I actually did a lot of that in high school, until I learned better.″
″Same here. I didn't turn around until just before I graduated. though. I was lucky that I had somebody who grabbed me by the neck.″ He chuckled. ″Literally.″ Rabbi Ivrahim moved fast for an old guy.
Finn pointed out the spots that Puck had noted as well as a few others that he'd missed. Most of those were off his route from yesterday but two of them he mentally scolded himself for missing. They'd also stopped for coffee and donuts twice. Finn seemed used to the shop owner at both places refusing to take payment and seemed to recognize most of the regulars.
Just as they were pulling into a strip mall for lunch, there was an ominous flapping sound from the right front tire. Puck jumped out to check and sure enough, it was flat. "No problem," Finn said. "We can grab lunch, put on the spare, and stop by my stepdad's garage to get a new one."
Re: Fill 4/? (mostly setup)theauthor2010October 1 2011, 20:36:44 UTC
Lol ignore the deleted post. I had two windows up and mixed up my comment sections. :)
I really love this. Finn is just the cutest thing ever and it's so nice to see the way both boys changed since high school. They're going to make an epic team.
Not that Lima was a quaint picturebook medium-sized town. On the way, Puck made noted potential trouble spots, drawing more from the places that he would have gravitated towards in high school than official training, as well as the more pleasant areas. He pulled up at the apartment building and asked, ″What do you think?″
″The park's right across the street, and there's a pool!″
″Thought you'd like it,″ he smirked and called the building superintendent on his cell. ″We got here early.″ He'd have to get used to small town traffic, too.
″No problem. You got the U-Haul with you?″
″Yeah.″
″Just a minute and I'll be down and open up the utility elevator. Pull into the garage, the elevator's on the right.″
Some things are universal, and the furniture was the usual unimpressive assortment found in every affordable furnished apartment. Still, his guitar, Sarah's stuffed animals and books, and the gaming system made it look familiar and they weren't necessarily going to stay long. Monday, he'd bring Sarah to her new school and finish all of the transfer paperwork, as well as making it clear to everybody concerned that he was going to keep an eye on everything related to her. He'd come to the police station at 10:00.
They'd gone to check out the new school, which looked like any other school, and Sarah was quiet on the way home. She wasn't exactly one to talk about her feelings unless she really wanted to, so he talked about random stuff and sat down with his guitar when they'd finished dinner. She sang along with her favorites, occasionally grimaced at anything ″over the top sappy,″ and that got her over whatever mood she'd been in earlier. Her confidence was still there in the morning and he went to the station with light spirits.
Officer Collins' description made it ridiculously easy to pick out Husdson, plus he could only imagine one of the guys in the station being the subject of those kinds of stories. Sure enough, the fresh-scrubbed, pink-cheeked skyscraper was his new partner, and greeted him with an easy grin. ″I've got to take you to HR for that stuff and then we can go out patrolling, you can get to know Lima.″
″Sounds great.″ They'd completed most of the HR already, especially since Ohio had a decent technology infrastructure for law enforcement. When they took his confirmation fingerprints, he noticed some smudges on the wall that looked like very large finger marks and thought to himself, ″Hudson.″
″It's usually pretty quiet during the day, some shoplifting, people who get their drunk on early, dropouts causing trouble, that sort of thing,″ Finn commented as they got into the patrol car. ″I usually try to hang around the high school before and after. Not enough people there are good enough at stopping trouble.″ His face darkened for a moment and for the first time, he looked to Puck like a man in his twenties instead of a Boy Scout who' gotten a merit badge in growing.
″Anything in particular?″
″Bullying, mostly.″ He looked sideways at Puck. ″I actually did a lot of that in high school, until I learned better.″
″Same here. I didn't turn around until just before I graduated. though. I was lucky that I had somebody who grabbed me by the neck.″ He chuckled. ″Literally.″ Rabbi Ivrahim moved fast for an old guy.
Finn pointed out the spots that Puck had noted as well as a few others that he'd missed. Most of those were off his route from yesterday but two of them he mentally scolded himself for missing. They'd also stopped for coffee and donuts twice. Finn seemed used to the shop owner at both places refusing to take payment and seemed to recognize most of the regulars.
Just as they were pulling into a strip mall for lunch, there was an ominous flapping sound from the right front tire. Puck jumped out to check and sure enough, it was flat. "No problem," Finn said. "We can grab lunch, put on the spare, and stop by my stepdad's garage to get a new one."
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I really love this. Finn is just the cutest thing ever and it's so nice to see the way both boys changed since high school. They're going to make an epic team.
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I am in love with this description, just FYI.
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