The Clumsy Officer Winters
((OOC: Buffy is AU from mid-season three, after the killing of the Deputy Mayor))
Pencils scattered all over the floor as Officer Anne Winters set her files down on her desk too hastily, knocking over the pencil tin she used to hold them.
"Oh!" she said, wincing. "Oh...crud. Sorry, sorry..." She got down on her knees, trying to pick all the pencils up without getting in anyone's way, but seeing as her desk was near the main walkway, she got in pretty much everyone's way. "Sorry..."
She tried to gather her things up without actually tripping anyone, then sat down at her desk with a sigh, dumping her handfuls of pencils all over it.
Here she was, being a cop. Just like that stupid test said she would be. She hated to admit it, but she was kind of tailor-made for it, being the Slayer and all. Even if she had to wear the stupid uniform, and keep her hair in a stupid bun so she could put the stupid hat on. It wasn't that she hated the job, it was just that she hated her life.
It was kind of hard to ignore the fact that she'd come here to escape murder charges. Faith was always nervous that working for the cops was too much -- that someone'd see a Wanted sign or something, and catch them. But Buffy couldn't find anywhere else worthwhile to work, and at least being a cop blended easily with her job being the Slayer.
At least, the patrolling part did. The whole 'desk work' part totally bit.
She sighed and pulled the first folder off of the stack.
Pencils scattered all over the floor as Officer Anne Winters set her files down on her desk too hastily, knocking over the pencil tin she used to hold them.
"Oh!" she said, wincing. "Oh...crud. Sorry, sorry..." She got down on her knees, trying to pick all the pencils up without getting in anyone's way, but seeing as her desk was near the main walkway, she got in pretty much everyone's way. "Sorry..."
She tried to gather her things up without actually tripping anyone, then sat down at her desk with a sigh, dumping her handfuls of pencils all over it.
Here she was, being a cop. Just like that stupid test said she would be. She hated to admit it, but she was kind of tailor-made for it, being the Slayer and all. Even if she had to wear the stupid uniform, and keep her hair in a stupid bun so she could put the stupid hat on. It wasn't that she hated the job, it was just that she hated her life.
It was kind of hard to ignore the fact that she'd come here to escape murder charges. Faith was always nervous that working for the cops was too much -- that someone'd see a Wanted sign or something, and catch them. But Buffy couldn't find anywhere else worthwhile to work, and at least being a cop blended easily with her job being the Slayer.
At least, the patrolling part did. The whole 'desk work' part totally bit.
She sighed and pulled the first folder off of the stack.