[Location: El Dorado Police Station] Wanted: A Few Good (Wo)Men

[c_lassiter_sbpd]

Lassiter had taken it upon himself to advertise. The police station in El Dorado was seriously lacking, and while Carlton didn't mind being able to run the show, he knew that he'd need help if anything else went wrong. In the wake of the building's collapse, Carlton had set up a crude flier to post around the city. It had been short and sweet:

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[slasher_slayer]

On her way back from going to her check up at the hospital, Cassie noticed a flier pinned to one of the light posts. She found it funny. Most people that put up fliers were people who were having a yard sale or lost their cat. 'Mr. Bitey' or some stupid cat name like that.

When she was close enough, Cassie tugged the flier free of the tape keeping it on the light post. Cop. She could do that. Wasn't exactly fantastic at taking orders, but she had plenty of weapons experience. And she'd have a gun again.

Good enough for her.

It took some wandering, but she found the police station soon enough. Flier in hand, she pushed open the doors to the station, looking around. "Hello?" She called into the building.

[c_lassiter_sbpd]

The detective was distracted at first, checking his reflection, adjusting his tie. The afternoon had been quiet, and he was close to giving up for the day - or at least taking a lunch, when he heard a voice from behind him. Turning, he put on a polite smile which fell immediately when he noticed who it was.

"Oh. It's you." He remembered the mouthy girl from the mansion. She'd given him more lip than he cared to have a repeat performance with, but as a police officer, he was required to make sure that she wasn't in any danger. He was not required, however, to be polite while he did his duty.

"What do you want?"

[slasher_slayer]

Shit. She knew the name sounded familiar on the flier. Just couldn't place it. Detective Asshat. She couldn't stop the smirk on her face, however, at his greeting. She bet it took every cop bone in his body to stop himself from going 'oh fuck' when he saw her.

She lifted the flier at his question. "Said to contact you."

[c_lassiter_sbpd]

For half a second, the words didn't make sense to him. He stared at her dumbly, his expression shifting as it all sunk in. His jaw dropped, eyes widened - but no words came from him just yet. He laughed first, long and genuine.

"You're kidding, right?" His face fell. "Tell me you're kidding."

[agoldengun]

Ashley had been relatively busy with getting everything ready and rearing to go with the new Sanctuary. Despite that, she felt kinda bored. Her mom was here, but things felt more strained. It was awkward, at least on her end. Knowing what had happened to her back home, the way things had changed so incredibly after she was gone... She felt almost out of place

[c_lassiter_sbpd]

Carlton glanced up, then snatched a spare flier from his desk. "It doesn't need-" He stopped himself before that sentence had a chance to end. Clearing his throat, Carlton motioned to the chair on the other side of his desk. "Have a seat, miss. Do you have any experience in law enforcement?" He didn't know anything about this girl, so for now she was going to get his professional, polite side. There was no telling how long that would last, though.

[agoldengun]

Ashley plopped down, leaning back in a way that was far more masculine than a girl of her age and appearance should, and totally relaxed. His question actually made her scoff, just a little. She rolled her eyes, and began to unstrap her various guns from all places on her outfit. Ankles, thigh straps, arm straps, belt... The only one she didn't lay on his desk was her gold plated Jericho, which she simply held up for him to see, then tucked away again just as quickly. That was all the answer he should need, really. She gave him a cocky, forced little grin.

[c_lassiter_sbpd]

Lassiter looked anything but impressed.

"And I'm sure you have license to carry all of those." He folded his arms over his chest. "I'm not looking for a gun slinger, lady. I need a good, solid team that I can depend on. And this little display? It doesn't tell me much about your people skills." Not that he was one to talk. But so long as Lassiter was running the show, he didn't need any other people skills.

I ... am so sorry.

[hasperkynipples]

So Dean was driving around in the Impala, as he did almost every day, and he decided to stop for a burger. An hour later, he was coming out of the diner to a flyer talking about police recruitment. If this had been the real world, he probably wouldn't even have seen it. With his record and the job that he does, working in law enforcement was never going to be an option for him. He would have just gotten back into his car, drove off, and it wouldn't even have been a blip on the radar. It was supposed to go the same way here.

He really shouldn't have given it a second look. He should have just walked away, got back in his car, and went on with his life.

Dean never really does anything he should do

I am so not :D

[c_lassiter_sbpd]

Carlton was practicing a short round of trash can basketball when Dean walked in. Quickly, he dropped his feet from his desk and sat up straight. Clearing his throat, the detective looked over the man before gesturing to the chair on the other side of his desk.

"I assume you're here about the flier? Detective Carlton Lassiter." He half-stood and reached a hand across the desk to offer it for the other man to shake.

[hasperkynipples]

Dean figured he'd come far enough he might as well see how things went. He extended his hand back to Lassiter with a nod. "Dean Winchester. Nice to meet you."

Way he figured it, he was probably going to end up in this precinct one way or another. Might as well let the first time be by his own choice. He sat down at the chair across from Lassiter, before leaning back and kicking his feet up on the edge of the desk. "Nice place you got here."

[c_lassiter_sbpd]

After a nice, firm shake, Lassiter relaxed back into his chair. He was about to speak when Dean's feet ended up at the edge of his desk. Carlton stared for a moment before clearing his throat and leaning forward. His hands folded in front of him.

"It gets the job done. Did you have any experience in law enforcement prior to coming to El Dorado?"

[ofdeduction]

The announcement was of mild surprise to Sherlock, but not a certain positive or negative sign. It could be that everyone that worked in the police department ended up being complete idiots. Or, even worse, they could all have the collected IQ of Anderson (as there was a great difference in Sherlock Holmes's mind). He would make his final decision when he saw who had already signed up for the police, and of course, after observing this Detective Lassiter fellow.

Sherlock opened the doors to the station and walked in briskly as if he were the one that was in charge of the operation.

"I'm looking for Detective Lassiter."

[c_lassiter_sbpd]

Carlton hadn't had much luck with his attempt at advertising. In fact, he was starting to regret the entire thing. He was actually reaching for his jacket when he heard a voice behind him. Turning, Carlton didn't appear in the best of moods.

"You found him. What can I do for you?"

[ofdeduction]

"I believe it is more what I could do for your, Detective." Sherlock Holmes said shortly as he folded his hands behind his back.

He had no intention of signing up for the police force. He was a consulting detective. Not an actual one.

[c_lassiter_sbpd]

Carlton wasn't sure how he felt about the confidence. It wasn't a bad trait to have, but after the line of mouthy folks he'd seen today, he wasn't sure if he could handle another massive ego.

"And just what is that? What can you do for me?" He folded his arms over his chest, waiting.

[batmanschmatman]

Honestly, Dick was bored. Although he was getting more used to the idea that this wasn't some kind of hallucination, it came with the price of the novelty wearing off a little, and he found himself wanting something else to do with his time. He still wasn't sure if he should be wandering around as Nightwing just yet, and honestly it didn't seem like there would be much use for a vigilante around here anyway. It wasn't like this was Gotham, or Blüdhaven.

So, Lassiter's flier had caught his interest. Back home, he'd been a cop for about six months, and he'd liked his job. Admittedly, part of that might have been because he was able to keep an eye on the criminal world without it looking suspicious, but it wasn't like he had anything better to do today. He headed down to the police station and approached the person he assumed was Lassiter. He'd spent enough time around detectives to know one when he saw one.

"Hi. Are you Detective Lassiter?"

[c_lassiter_sbpd]

Lassiter was mid-sip of an afternoon cup of coffee when he noticed another man enter the station. Carlton liked to think he was a good judge of character. He had sized up the other recruits pretty fast - not that their flaws had kept him from giving them a chance. His options were too few and far between to get too picky. But this guy? He seemed alright, at least so far.

"Sure am." He stood and offered a hand to shake. "I'm guessing you're here about the flier? Please, have a seat." He gestured to a chair before settling himself back into his own desk chair. "Have you got any experience in law enforcement?" So far, that question hadn't yielded anything close to what he had hopped to hear, but Carlton didn't want to push his previous experiences on this new face. That didn't mean it wouldn't happen, though.

[batmanschmatman]

He accepted the handshake and took a seat. "Nice to meet you." Lassiter seemed like a decent enough guy so far, which admittedly wasn't saying a lot since he'd literally just met him, but considering the smarmy bastards that made up most of Bludhaven's department? His standards were probably a little different then other people's.

Dick chuckled at the question. That was always a fun thing to think about. "Yeah, I've been working for the Bludhaven police department for half a year now." Not to mention the years of vigilante work, but hey. Secret identity and all that. "I was planning on taking the detective's exam right before I ended up here."

[c_lassiter_sbpd]

"Bludhaven?" He repeated. "Can't say I've ever heard of it." And only half a year? It wasn't the experience he had hoped for, but it was more than he could find in some of the other candidates. The mention of the detective's exam made Carlton's ears perk. Maybe this guy would work out, after all.

"Unfortunately, my resources are limited when it comes to checking your background." As in, he had no resources. "So why don't you give me a run down of what your duties were at your old station."