[SCENE] Daryan and Gumshoe in "Anger Management" (Part 1)
((OOC: Takes place the night of Daryan's last entry, which was April 2nd.))
Gumshoe: *It's late in the afternoon, and Gumshoe is getting ready to head home for the day. However, before he can, he's expecting a certain torpedo-haired man to stop by for a much-needed chat. He had noticed from the get-go that Detective Crescend was short tempered--but throwing a fit over simple talk of a birthday party (in his very honor, to boot!) was just too much. Gumshoe sits back in his chair, waiting for the detective to show up any minute now.*
Daryan: *Daryan groans as he waits for the elevator to stop and open up to the Chief's office. Ever since he got asked to see Gumshoe, he has been dreading what will happen but it came down to two possibilities: either Daryan's getting chewed out...or fired. The elevator stops and the detective takes a deep breath* Time to get this over with..
Daryan: *Daryan walks out of the elevator and sees that Gumshoe is behind his desk* What did you want to talk about that had to wait until quittin' time, Chief?
Gumshoe: *hears the elevator ding and straightens his posture, trying to look as authoritative as possible when the detective enters his office. He clears his throat* Good, you're here, Detective. *leans forward and motions toward the empty chair he had set up earlier just for this* Have a seat, pal.
Daryan: *Daryan, noticing that Gumshoe's trying to act serious, sits down and resists the urge to put his feet up on the desk, opting to just wait to see where this is going.*
Gumshoe: I'll get straight to point here, since I know we both wanna get home. *clears his throat once more and puts his "serious business" face on* Lately, there...have been some complaints about your attitude, pal. And to tell ya the truth, I've noticed it, myself...
Daryan: Wait, who has been complain' bout me now? Is it that traffic cop again?*crosses his arms* Because man, I had nothin' to do with that time he found a parking meter through his windshield!
Gumshoe: *raises his caterpillar eyebrows in alarm* Nah, it wasn't him, it was-- *almost spills the beans, but fortunately stops himself just in time and frowns* Who isn't important, pal! The point is that people ain't pleased with that hot temper of yours-- What's this about a parking lot meter, again?
Daryan: *Either he ignores the question or tries to change the topic* So what? I'm gonna get my walkin' papers or what, Chief?
Gumshoe: *stares blankly for a second, the quick topic change causing him to forget his concerns* Naw, pal. You ain't fired or nothin'... *knits his brow together in disapproval* Here let me show ya somethin'. *pokes his head under his desk for a brief moment and emerges back with a (full) cardboard box. He let out a grunt as he drops the box with a thud right under Daryan's nose* These are all complaints, pal. *looks straight at him* ...About you.
Daryan: *raises his eyebrows as he sees the box and starts to take the lid off to see who is writing these things.* Let's see who the hell are these people with too much free time..
Gumshoe: Hey! Hey! *slams the lid closed and pulls the box back protectively* For my eyes only, pal! This should be all the proof you need, Crescend. I'm only warnin' you once!
Daryan: *Gets up from the chair and tries to tug the box back* Hold on now, bossman! I ain't gonna buy into that whole box is just for me, how do I know that it's not just a bunch of printer paper shoved in there, huh? I don't take kindly to people tryin' to make me look bad, man!
Gumshoe: Hey! Hands off, pal! You're just gonna hafta take my word for it! *tugs back just as hard--the top-secret identities of his other officers are at stake here! He pulls the box back one last time...and extra hard at that*
Daryan: Your word ain't good enough! Now hand over that damn box! *Daryan tries tugging the box back*
Gumshoe: ...Oomph! *puts all his weight into his back--the combination of this and Daryan's persistent pulling causes him to lose his balance, making him tumble backwards with the box still in his hands... Naturally, its loose lid goes flying into the air over his head, scattering papers every which way imaginable*
Daryan: *Daryan falls forward onto Gumshoe's desk but gets back up as he sees the papers flying everywhere and snatches one of them in the air to look at it.* I knew it! That rat bastard of a traffic cop has been complain' about me again!
Gumshoe: *angrily* Hey! Gimme that! *snatches the paper back in a hurry* You're testing my patience here, pal! Now, sit back down!
Daryan: *Ignores Gumshoe and grabs another one to look at* Aw man, that one girl from Vice too?
Gumshoe: *begins to feel his blood boil* I SAID SIT DOWN! *his command loudly reverberates throughout the room*
Daryan: Whoa... *decides to sit down to avoid making a bad thing worse, now that he actually made a man like Gumshoe mad like that.*
Gumshoe: *lets out a frustrated sigh, allowing himself to simmer down a bit--He hasn't yelled at anybody like that since...who knows when. Glares at Daryan and shakes his head* I really didn't want to have to do this to ya, pal...but, I don't think ya leave me much of a choice...
Daryan: *Daryan starts sweating a bit, thinking that this is it, that Gumshoe's actually gonna fire him.* Aw crap..
Gumshoe: *opens a desk drawer and shuffles around a bit before finally producing a pamphlet. He holds it out for Daryan to take* I'm sending ya here, pal.
Daryan: *Daryan leans over and looks at the pamphlet that reads "Kurain Spiritial Training Special Course! Good for what ails you!" and then looks up* ...What the hell is this?
Gumshoe: Just take it! *shakes the pamphlet at him* I know the person that runs this place and I'm confident they can help ya with those anger management…issues of yours. *promptly* Ya start Monday.
Daryan: *snatches the pamphlet from Gumshoe's hand* Let me guess, I don't exactly have a choice in this?
Gumshoe: Nope! *glares* Ya kinda waved that privilege bye-bye when you helped make this mess. *motions with his chin to the papers strewn about his office*
Daryan: *sighs* Fine, I'll go to this..*looks at the pamphlet again* Kurain whatever hippie festival.
Gumshoe: It ain't a hippie festival! It's...training for your spirit, pal! If a few hours under a waterfall don't help ya snap out of it, I don't know what will...
Daryan: And if that ain't a hippie festival, I dunno what is. "Training for my spirit". *scoffs and gets up from his chair*
Gumshoe: Let this be a lesson to ya, pal. *plops down in his chair* You're free to go now, Detective.
Daryan: *Daryan walks away from the mess of papers and Gumshoe and gets in the elevator, prepared to go home. He opens up the pamphlet and starts reading.* ...Yup, this is going to be the dumbest order I ever had to follow.
Gumshoe: *watches Daryan leave with a wrinkled brow. Once the detective is out of sight he lets out a sigh, standing up to gather all the papers on the floor.* Youngins these days... *he mutters under his breath, grabbing papers by the handful and tossing them back into Daryan's designated complaint box. He genuinely hopes this trip to Kurain will help the young man control his temper--because who knows what problems await him and the rest of the force if he keeps this up.*
Gumshoe: *It's late in the afternoon, and Gumshoe is getting ready to head home for the day. However, before he can, he's expecting a certain torpedo-haired man to stop by for a much-needed chat. He had noticed from the get-go that Detective Crescend was short tempered--but throwing a fit over simple talk of a birthday party (in his very honor, to boot!) was just too much. Gumshoe sits back in his chair, waiting for the detective to show up any minute now.*
Daryan: *Daryan groans as he waits for the elevator to stop and open up to the Chief's office. Ever since he got asked to see Gumshoe, he has been dreading what will happen but it came down to two possibilities: either Daryan's getting chewed out...or fired. The elevator stops and the detective takes a deep breath* Time to get this over with..
Daryan: *Daryan walks out of the elevator and sees that Gumshoe is behind his desk* What did you want to talk about that had to wait until quittin' time, Chief?
Gumshoe: *hears the elevator ding and straightens his posture, trying to look as authoritative as possible when the detective enters his office. He clears his throat* Good, you're here, Detective. *leans forward and motions toward the empty chair he had set up earlier just for this* Have a seat, pal.
Daryan: *Daryan, noticing that Gumshoe's trying to act serious, sits down and resists the urge to put his feet up on the desk, opting to just wait to see where this is going.*
Gumshoe: I'll get straight to point here, since I know we both wanna get home. *clears his throat once more and puts his "serious business" face on* Lately, there...have been some complaints about your attitude, pal. And to tell ya the truth, I've noticed it, myself...
Daryan: Wait, who has been complain' bout me now? Is it that traffic cop again?*crosses his arms* Because man, I had nothin' to do with that time he found a parking meter through his windshield!
Gumshoe: *raises his caterpillar eyebrows in alarm* Nah, it wasn't him, it was-- *almost spills the beans, but fortunately stops himself just in time and frowns* Who isn't important, pal! The point is that people ain't pleased with that hot temper of yours-- What's this about a parking lot meter, again?
Daryan: *Either he ignores the question or tries to change the topic* So what? I'm gonna get my walkin' papers or what, Chief?
Gumshoe: *stares blankly for a second, the quick topic change causing him to forget his concerns* Naw, pal. You ain't fired or nothin'... *knits his brow together in disapproval* Here let me show ya somethin'. *pokes his head under his desk for a brief moment and emerges back with a (full) cardboard box. He let out a grunt as he drops the box with a thud right under Daryan's nose* These are all complaints, pal. *looks straight at him* ...About you.
Daryan: *raises his eyebrows as he sees the box and starts to take the lid off to see who is writing these things.* Let's see who the hell are these people with too much free time..
Gumshoe: Hey! Hey! *slams the lid closed and pulls the box back protectively* For my eyes only, pal! This should be all the proof you need, Crescend. I'm only warnin' you once!
Daryan: *Gets up from the chair and tries to tug the box back* Hold on now, bossman! I ain't gonna buy into that whole box is just for me, how do I know that it's not just a bunch of printer paper shoved in there, huh? I don't take kindly to people tryin' to make me look bad, man!
Gumshoe: Hey! Hands off, pal! You're just gonna hafta take my word for it! *tugs back just as hard--the top-secret identities of his other officers are at stake here! He pulls the box back one last time...and extra hard at that*
Daryan: Your word ain't good enough! Now hand over that damn box! *Daryan tries tugging the box back*
Gumshoe: ...Oomph! *puts all his weight into his back--the combination of this and Daryan's persistent pulling causes him to lose his balance, making him tumble backwards with the box still in his hands... Naturally, its loose lid goes flying into the air over his head, scattering papers every which way imaginable*
Daryan: *Daryan falls forward onto Gumshoe's desk but gets back up as he sees the papers flying everywhere and snatches one of them in the air to look at it.* I knew it! That rat bastard of a traffic cop has been complain' about me again!
Gumshoe: *angrily* Hey! Gimme that! *snatches the paper back in a hurry* You're testing my patience here, pal! Now, sit back down!
Daryan: *Ignores Gumshoe and grabs another one to look at* Aw man, that one girl from Vice too?
Gumshoe: *begins to feel his blood boil* I SAID SIT DOWN! *his command loudly reverberates throughout the room*
Daryan: Whoa... *decides to sit down to avoid making a bad thing worse, now that he actually made a man like Gumshoe mad like that.*
Gumshoe: *lets out a frustrated sigh, allowing himself to simmer down a bit--He hasn't yelled at anybody like that since...who knows when. Glares at Daryan and shakes his head* I really didn't want to have to do this to ya, pal...but, I don't think ya leave me much of a choice...
Daryan: *Daryan starts sweating a bit, thinking that this is it, that Gumshoe's actually gonna fire him.* Aw crap..
Gumshoe: *opens a desk drawer and shuffles around a bit before finally producing a pamphlet. He holds it out for Daryan to take* I'm sending ya here, pal.
Daryan: *Daryan leans over and looks at the pamphlet that reads "Kurain Spiritial Training Special Course! Good for what ails you!" and then looks up* ...What the hell is this?
Gumshoe: Just take it! *shakes the pamphlet at him* I know the person that runs this place and I'm confident they can help ya with those anger management…issues of yours. *promptly* Ya start Monday.
Daryan: *snatches the pamphlet from Gumshoe's hand* Let me guess, I don't exactly have a choice in this?
Gumshoe: Nope! *glares* Ya kinda waved that privilege bye-bye when you helped make this mess. *motions with his chin to the papers strewn about his office*
Daryan: *sighs* Fine, I'll go to this..*looks at the pamphlet again* Kurain whatever hippie festival.
Gumshoe: It ain't a hippie festival! It's...training for your spirit, pal! If a few hours under a waterfall don't help ya snap out of it, I don't know what will...
Daryan: And if that ain't a hippie festival, I dunno what is. "Training for my spirit". *scoffs and gets up from his chair*
Gumshoe: Let this be a lesson to ya, pal. *plops down in his chair* You're free to go now, Detective.
Daryan: *Daryan walks away from the mess of papers and Gumshoe and gets in the elevator, prepared to go home. He opens up the pamphlet and starts reading.* ...Yup, this is going to be the dumbest order I ever had to follow.
Gumshoe: *watches Daryan leave with a wrinkled brow. Once the detective is out of sight he lets out a sigh, standing up to gather all the papers on the floor.* Youngins these days... *he mutters under his breath, grabbing papers by the handful and tossing them back into Daryan's designated complaint box. He genuinely hopes this trip to Kurain will help the young man control his temper--because who knows what problems await him and the rest of the force if he keeps this up.*