Liz's adventures in the justice system

Nov 04, 2011 14:30

I arrived at the police station at about 8:35am, was told to go upstairs and wait for Investigator H, and duly met him at about 8:40am. He is a pleasant man about my height, white and maybe thirty-five to forty-five years old. (I am terrible at judging people's ages ( Read more... )

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rthstewart November 4 2011, 20:01:30 UTC
And now you have done your civic duty!!! YEAH

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edenfalling November 4 2011, 22:46:40 UTC
Victory! \o/

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willowgreen November 5 2011, 05:21:08 UTC
Good work all around!

It sounds like the police station is still where it was back in the dark ages. I had to go in there once to make a report when some punk kids grabbed my purse while I was walking downtown after school. I remember it as bare and dingy, yet oddly not an uncomfortable place to be.

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edenfalling November 5 2011, 23:15:19 UTC
The police station is pretty sixties institutional too, but yeah, it gives off a surprisingly comfortable atmosphere. I didn't notice that so much in July 2010, partly because it was 5am and partly because I was very shaken up, but I remember once I got out of the room with only a bench and pre-installed handcuffs in the walls, the next office (which had a functional computer) was very normal and office-like, which was subliminally reassuring.

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