Playing Pretend
Characters: Fumie and Mu
Location: CID, Manchester, Britain, Earth, 1973
Time: Probably the afternoon by the time they wander over to it
Summary: Fumie and Mu have decided to be as kickass at being Gene and Sam as they can be. Now let’s watch how that actually goes.
Warnings: There’s a little girl and a goddess warrior attempting to be British coppers. and attempts at NPCs, ooooh
Fumie couldn’t help but think that CID looked rather like a Japanese police station in some ways. It was probably the cops going past her on bicycles. Of course, they weren’t seeing a young Japanese girl. They were seeing Gene Hunt. Given this fact, even though most of them weren’t staring at her, she tried to stand straight and slid her feet apart more to give herself a tougher stance.
It was a little easier to be with Mu, although she wished it were Sam. Still, she could have done worse. At least she and Mu were friends. And he probably wouldn't make a bad 'Sam'.
“Ah! All right, Mu!” she said, spinning around to face him and pumping her fist in the air. “We’re here, so we have to be ready before we go in! Do you have your Sam-face on?” The young girl put her hands on her hips, leaning forward. “It’s all about attitude, ne? Sam isn’t as manly as Gene, so try to be neutral.”
Location: CID, Manchester, Britain, Earth, 1973
Time: Probably the afternoon by the time they wander over to it
Summary: Fumie and Mu have decided to be as kickass at being Gene and Sam as they can be. Now let’s watch how that actually goes.
Warnings: There’s a little girl and a goddess warrior attempting to be British coppers. and attempts at NPCs, ooooh
Fumie couldn’t help but think that CID looked rather like a Japanese police station in some ways. It was probably the cops going past her on bicycles. Of course, they weren’t seeing a young Japanese girl. They were seeing Gene Hunt. Given this fact, even though most of them weren’t staring at her, she tried to stand straight and slid her feet apart more to give herself a tougher stance.
It was a little easier to be with Mu, although she wished it were Sam. Still, she could have done worse. At least she and Mu were friends. And he probably wouldn't make a bad 'Sam'.
“Ah! All right, Mu!” she said, spinning around to face him and pumping her fist in the air. “We’re here, so we have to be ready before we go in! Do you have your Sam-face on?” The young girl put her hands on her hips, leaning forward. “It’s all about attitude, ne? Sam isn’t as manly as Gene, so try to be neutral.”